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I was startled and looked up to see Xu Ziheng staring intently behind me.
A sense of foreboding surged within me as I stiffly turned my neck.
Sure enough, I saw a figure in a white dress.
It was a little girl with braided hair and straight bangs, her face pale, looking exactly like the one in the photo frame.
Her figure appeared semi-transparent under the streetlight, standing about to my chest height.
It was obvious she was not human.
My back chilled, and I quickly stepped back to stand beside Xu Ziheng, staring at her in terror.
Then I heard a cold snort, "Is this how you treat your savior? If I had known, I wouldn't have saved you; letting you die would have been better."
This was clearly directed at me.
Those eyes, with an overly stark contrast between black and white, stared straight at me.
I was taken aback and suddenly remembered what the old lady had said before she dissipated that day when I encountered the Ghost Wall.
Tentatively, I asked, "Were you the one who saved me that day? Are you Ms.Xue?"
She let out a cold snort in response, acknowledging it.
Xu Ziheng tightened his grip on the wooden sword, looking very puzzled. "Did you sign the Underworld Pact with her? But why have you taken so many lives yet haven't turned into an Evil Spirit and can appear freely?"
"That's because I've only killed those who harmed me," Ms.Xue replied coldly, glancing at Xu Ziheng.
"No." Xu Ziheng shook his head. "A life is a life. No matter the cause, if an Evil Spirit lingers in the human world and harms a life, it will inevitably face retribution. You're lying!"
"Lying to you?" Ms.Xue's sharp gaze swept over, clearly angered, her voice piercing. "Do you even deserve that?"
In the next moment, a strong wind stirred, causing the large tree above Xu Ziheng to rustle ominously, swaying dangerously.
He grabbed a wooden sword, taking a defensive stance.
The atmosphere, which had been somewhat harmonious just moments ago, instantly turned tense.
I quickly stepped in front of Xu Ziheng, pressing down on the wooden sword in his hand and softly advising, "Don't provoke her."
She carries lives on her back; if she truly wanted to kill me, she wouldn't need to reveal herself.
Now she not only showed up but also didn't reject communication. That should mean she doesn't intend to attack; it would be better to clarify the situation first.
Turning around to shield Xu Ziheng behind me, I continued to ask her:
"Have you been following me these past few days?"
The topic shift was successful.
The hostility around her lessened somewhat. "Of course, otherwise how could I save you?"
Her voice was youthful and tender, yet her tone remained fierce.
"But why did you try to harm me during the accident?"
This was something I had struggled to understand before.
I don't know why she wanted to kill me during the car accident, but later, during the Ghost Wall incident, she saved me.
Does she have to kill me herself?
But when she heard this, she was taken aback, a look of confusion appearing on her face. "When did I harm you? If I hadn't controlled that possessed driver at the critical moment, you would have been dead on the roadside."
As her cold voice echoed, memories intertwined.
They pieced together a truth that was completely opposite to my previous assumptions.
The driver had been possessed long before I got into the car; someone was controlling him, wanting me dead in that vehicle.
That's why she intervened.
Her intention wasn't to harm me but to save me.
"But if that's the case, who exactly wanted to kill me?"
I felt like the situation was increasingly complicated and becoming more tangled.
"It should be those people." Ms.Xue looked up, her gaze deep, and her expression changed to one that seemed far more mature than her appearance.
I was about to ask her who those people were when I heard my phone buzzing in my pocket.
Someone was calling.
But before I could answer, the other end had already hung up.
The lock screen displayed a missed call notification and a text message.
I instinctively pressed in.
Only then did I realize I had received a picture.
The person in the photo was sitting in a wheelchair, tilting his head, eyes closed, with a slight frown, wearing a familiar hospital gown.
It was my dad.
The background of the photo was dimly lit.
But it was easy to recognize; it was the entrance of the community where I lived.
I had saved the caregiver's number and they had previously told me on WeChat that they had arrived at the hotel and everything was going smoothly. There was no way they would take my dad out in a wheelchair at this time.
So what was going on?
Could it be that my dad had also been targeted by those people?
I felt a chill run through my hands and feet.
Instinctively, I dialed the number back.
At the same time, another text message came in, popping up from the top of the screen: "Why haven't you drunk the milk tea I ordered for you?"
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