Chapter 13

Chapter 13

After stomping on Jiang Qingsong twice, I only felt more pissed the more I thought about it. I pulled out my phone and called Hua Yuling.

“Huahua, I’ve been poisoned. Come find me at the wedding tent.”

Hua Yuling sounded instantly nervous.

“Poisoned? Corpse poison? Are there zombies there?”

“No zombies. Only vengeful ghosts. My stomach hurts really bad. Hurry up and get here.”

Hua Yuling said, “Did you eat something bad? That duck tongue went off! I told you not to eat so much of it.”

“Oh my god, just come already! Hurry!”

Only after Hua Yuling reminded me did I remember I still had food in my pocket.

I took out a handful of pistachios and waited for Hua Yuling while cracking them open. My head was getting dizzier and dizzier.

By the time I finally held out until Hua Yuling arrived, she looked like a complete mess. Her hair was as tangled as straw, and a long gash had been cut across her arm.

“I ran into three vengeful ghosts. They were seriously hard to deal with. Qiao Moyu, are you all right? Why are your lips purple?”

“That’s weird. Why isn’t there a single ghost in this wedding tent? Where did they all go?”

With barely any strength left, I leaned against Hua Yuling’s shoulder.

“There were a dozen or so. I wiped them all out in one move.”

Hua Yuling said, “Yep, definitely poisoned. You’re already talking nonsense.”

After Hua Yuling used the Golden Cicada Gu to detoxify me, she let out a deeply melancholy sigh.

“How many trump cards do you still have? Take them all out now, or we’re going to die here today.”

“I ran into a few dolls on the way here too. Their combat power was terrifying. This is ridiculous.”

I gave her a mysterious smile and tapped my temple.

“This is my biggest trump card.”

I told her everything that had just happened, then directed Hua Yuling to lure all the dolls to the entrance of Jiang Ping’s house.

I would go lure the other vengeful ghosts over.

Full of confidence, I swept my hand forward.

“This time, we’re going big!”

Hua Yuling scoffed.

“Doing something like this is completely meaningless.”

As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and called Lou Qianqian, her face full of grief.

“Hello, Lou Qianqian. Qiao Moyu and I are almost at our limit.”

“Stay inside. Don’t come out. Hold on until dawn.”

“In a little while, we’ll be making our final stand at the entrance of Jiang Ping’s house. Remember to record it and send the video to everyone else.”

“This may be the last footage we ever leave behind in the mortal world.”

Lou Qianqian’s sobs came through the phone. Hua Yuling smugly flicked her braid, then glared at me.

“Come on. We split up!”