Chapter 147
Chapter 147
The page redirected again, displaying an unbelievable array of spirit-invitation games: Mirror Spirit, Saucer Spirit, Chopstick Spirit, Cup Spirit, Finger Spirit, Bloody Mary…
Strangely, there was no Pen Spirit.
Stranger still… unlocking each ritual cost 9.9 yuan.
A familiar murmur suddenly reached their ears.
Qiao Yu looked up and realized they had unknowingly reached the equipment room. A familiar figure stood outside.
Her hair hung loose, and her Taoist robe fit poorly.
Wasn’t this Luo Yunmeng, whose only dream was earning a doctorate?
She had not noticed them. Sitting cross-legged on the concrete with her eyes shut, she chanted solemnly.
“When the hour meets Six Ding, pass from shadow into the underworld.
“When the hour meets Six Ji, move as a spirit commands.
“When the hour meets Six Xin, encounter four travelers.
“When the hour meets Six Ren, be restrained by officials.
“When the hour meets Six Gui…”
An unknown cold wind swept through. The irregular yellow talismans scattered over the ground rustled loudly.
Shang Yan nodded thoughtfully. “No wonder no soul appeared. Mount Mao sent a half-trained amateur.”
Luo Yunmeng, the half-trained amateur, glared fiercely at the mockery. Upon recognizing them, she blurted, “Benefactor!”
Qiao Yu: “…”
He knew she could not change. When the opportunity arose, he would trap her badly and teach her about the world’s cruelty.
Luo Yunmeng jumped up and approached. When her gaze reached Shang Yan, she stopped in shock. “You’re… Shang Yan, director of the Security Bureau?”
Shang Yan nodded with supreme arrogance.
With his confirmation, she remembered shouting at him inside the Instance. Mixed emotions surged. She marveled at her own audacity.
Really, she did not mind him chasing his boyfriend into a low-level Instance, but why use an item to blur the streamers’ memories?
If she offended him, would an apology even help?
As she struggled inwardly, Qiao Yu suddenly shoved Shang Yan aside impatiently. “You’re so damn tall. Why do you keep blocking me? Move!”
Shang Yan’s arrogant expression instantly brightened like a June sky, changing faster than a flipped page.
Luo Yunmeng blinked. She had returned from death to life in an instant.
As expected of her destined benefactor. His status at home was the absolute ceiling among people with romance-addled brains.
“Come, come. Brother Qiao, this way.” She changed her address rapidly, pulled him behind the building, and pointed at the eaves. “The wind is blocked here. Why are you here?”
Qiao Yu: ??
Were all women fickle, or were their hearts truly as unfathomable as the ocean floor?
“We came for the murders at No. 4 High School.” Though he did not understand this aspiring PhD’s mind, Qiao Yu politely answered and asked, “I heard you’ve tried for two days without summoning a soul?”
Luo Yunmeng was speechless. He truly knew where to strike.
“Don’t mention it. Four souls, and I couldn’t summon one.”
Qiao Yu tilted his head. “You’re useless.”
Luo Yunmeng pointed at herself, eyes wide. “I’m useless? You do it.”
Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow at the chaotic talismans and took Shang Yan’s phone.
After pressing something, he held out a hand. “Bowl, clean water, chopsticks.”
Ordinary people would not carry these, but they were essential for streamers with a Spatial Grid.
Still doubtful, Luo Yunmeng took out the items one by one. She watched Qiao Yu pour half a bowl of water and place the chopsticks in it.
“Wait. This isn’t summoning a soul. You’re inviting something evil!”
Qiao Yu ignored her. He stood four chopsticks in the water and chanted, “Ding Ying… An Yaoqing… Bai Panpan… Cheng Dai.”
After reciting all four victims’ names, he released his hand. The chopsticks fell with a clatter-but not entirely. One remained upright in the water.
The unknown wind suddenly intensified. It lifted the talismans from the ground, swept them past their eyes, and left them hanging from a dead branch.
A blurry Ghost Shadow appeared opposite Qiao Yu.
Faint black mist formed an arm that abruptly grasped the standing chopstick.
A pale face gradually emerged. The female ghost in a school uniform raised her head and watched them with cloudy eyes. Her brooding gaze finally settled on the young man who had summoned her.
She seemed to be waiting for him to speak.
“Your name.”
Rope marks circled her neck. When she opened her mouth, a long tongue spilled out. “Cheng Dai.”
“How did you die?”
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Luo Yunmeng stared in shock.
These sinister summoning games had two great taboos.
Never ask about injustice. Never ask how the spirit died.
Qiao Yu opened with the cause of death. He really had nerves of steel!
As expected, the female ghost’s relatively peaceful face turned hideous. She lunged close, her voice hoarse and grating. “What. Did. You. Say?!”
Qiao Yu did not blink before that terrifying face. He calmly repeated, “I asked how you died.”
“You’re asking how I died?”
Cheng Dai let out a sinister laugh. A slender noose appeared in her other hand, malice in her eyes. “Guess.”
Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow, advanced, and seized the bloodstained rope. With lightning speed, he looped it around Cheng Dai’s neck first. “Like this?”
He tugged. The noose lifted Cheng Dai, tilting her body. Surprise remained in her eyes, her tongue dangling as she made incoherent bleh-bleh noises.
Luo Yunmeng and Shang Yan looked accustomed to it. Kong Xianya, silent until now, gaped in astonishment.
She had not recovered from Qiao Yu’s astonishing combination.
She had assumed little Qiao Yu acted fearlessly only because Director Shang was present. Who knew the kid… was a savage himself, instantly subduing the female ghost?
Judging by his movements, this was clearly not his first time.
Who would have guessed… he was so terrifying!
Qiao Yu tugged the noose like a dog leash. “Who hurt you?”
He had covered both taboos equally. Cheng Dai no longer dared act up and honestly answered, “The perennial second-place student wanted the guaranteed university-admission slot. He summoned a ‘spirit’ at midnight to kill me.”
“Then what? Did you take revenge?” That was what Qiao Yu cared about most.
The female ghost laughed smugly. “Of course. I tutored the third-place student relentlessly in her dreams. She overtook him and stole the admission slot he’d nearly secured.”
Qiao Yu raised a thumb. “…You understand revenge.”
Why merely kill someone when you could destroy his heart?