Chapter 148
Chapter 148
“Do you know the three female students who died here afterward?”
Luo Yunmeng approached curiously and asked before Qiao Yu could. “What? She didn’t kill them?”
The female ghost snorted. “Why would I? The ghost who killed me did it.”
“Which ghost killed you?”
“The Chopstick Spirit!”
“Aren’t you the Chopstick Spirit?”
Cheng Dai was speechless. “Of course not. I’m merely an earthbound spirit who appeared through the chopsticks. When he summoned me, he called my name, not ‘Chopstick Spirit’! You don’t understand even that? What kind of Taoist are you?”
Luo Yunmeng could tolerate Qiao Yu mocking her; after all, she knew better than to challenge someone stronger than her. But what right did some pathetic earthbound spirit have to mock her?
She jumped in outrage. “What do you know? I haven’t studied that yet! I’ve only learned divination and soul summoning.”
“With summoning like yours, you’d be better off not learning.” Cheng Dai glanced at Qiao Yu. Seeing he would not interfere, she grew bolder. “I watched you summon souls for two days. Your chant was scrambled and incomplete. You dare claim you learned summoning?”
Luo Yunmeng: “…”
That was not her fault. She had been writing a thesis during those lessons and could not split herself in two.
“Then should we summon the Chopstick Spirit again?” Qiao Yu released Cheng Dai. The instant she was free, the female ghost stuffed her dangling tongue back into her mouth.
Only then did she cover her lips and warn muffledly, “The Chopstick Spirit is vicious.”
Luo Yunmeng adjusted her loose robe, her expression meaningful. “More vicious than the Pen Spirit?”
Cheng Dai grew solemn. “She is a model for our kind, existing only in legend.”
Luo Yunmeng pointed at Qiao Yu. “Even the Pen Spirit works for him.”
Cheng Dai exclaimed, “Really? What does the Pen Spirit look like?”
Facing the question, Qiao Yu suffered bitterness he could not express.
“She has the face of a money grubber! Enough. Don’t interrupt my summoning.”
Do not mention Ren Yan, and we can remain friends!
Fuck…
This time, Qiao Yu strictly followed the instructions on Shang Yan’s phone. “Chopstick Spirit, Chopstick Spirit, come sit with us.”
Then he released his hand…
Elsewhere, Shen Shi was also summoning the Chopstick Spirit. She let go of the chopstick, her gaze both crazed and devout.
“Chopstick Spirit, I’m not asking you to kill anyone this time. I want Xi Qiu’s love.”
The chopstick standing vertically in the water tilted slightly right.
“Why not?” Helplessness, disappointment, and even accusation entered Shen Shi’s voice.
The chopstick returned upright.
Shen Shi had never participated in deadly live streams and possessed no Yin-Yang Sight. She could not see the Chopstick Spirit or understand the response.
After a silence, savagery entered her eyes as though she had solved the problem. “Then help me kill Shi Xingguang.”
Once Shi Xingguang died, Xi Qiu would no longer refuse her for his brother’s sake.
Once he died, nothing could stop them!
Once all these people died, Xi Qiu, Xi Qiu…
The chopstick remained upright.
Shen Shi sat surrounded by black fog she could not see. Her surging negative emotions streamed into the chopstick and, through it, traveled to some unknown place.
She seemed familiar with the wait and patiently counted down.
At “three,” the chopstick suddenly lost support and fell with a clatter.
Shen Shi froze and anxiously looked around. “Chopstick Spirit? Chopstick Spirit!”
The bowl shattered with a bang. Her strength seemed completely drained, and she collapsed unconscious over the table.
Qiao Yu had barely finished the summoning chant when an icy hand seized his wrist before he could withdraw it!
He slowly looked up at the ghost opposite him. Unsurprisingly, it was another female ghost.
She wore an old-fashioned school uniform from the nineties, drenched in blood. A sharp Soul-Locking Nail pierced each joint of her limbs…
She gripped Qiao Yu hard. Blood dripped steadily from her elbow into the bowl.
Cold spread without restraint through a ten-meter radius.
“Chopstick Spirit?”
Noticing his gaze, the female ghost laughed sinisterly. “I am the Chopstick Spirit. That’s right… I am the Chopstick Spirit! Hahahaha…”
Her laughter was shrill. Water covered her bluish-white face as though she had just been pulled from a lake. Urgency filled her blood-red eyes. “Your wish. Tell me your wish!”
Qiao Yu calmly offered his other hand. “My wish is for you to give me eighteen hundred yuan.”
The Chopstick Spirit: “…”
“That’s my wish. I hope the famous Chopstick Spirit can grant it.”
The Chopstick Spirit fell silent, anger covering her face.
A violent, frigid wind rose. Dust and gravel struck their eyelids, itching and stinging.
The Chopstick Spirit’s sharp accusation erupted. “You’re lying! Qiao Yu, don’t you… want revenge?”
Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes against the sand, impatient. “Stop talking nonsense. You just don’t want to pay, do you?”
Ignoring him, the Chopstick Spirit lunged close, admiration appearing strangely on her bluish face. “No. I can sense your past… being targeted, being excluded…
“Tell me your hatred. I’ll help you. I’ll kill them for you. Say it… tell me…”
“Shut up!”
A cold voice rang out, suppressed fury rolling beneath it.
An icy chain abruptly wrapped around the Chopstick Spirit’s neck and swallowed her remaining words.
When she saw the person holding the other end, her lips began trembling uncontrollably.
As danger balanced on a knife edge, Luo Yunmeng’s legs moved rapidly. With one flash, she hid behind Kong Xianya.
Kong Xianya: “…”
Why was everyone these days so cunning?
Qiao Yu slowly raised his lowered eyes. Pale fingers rested lightly on the chain coated in shards of ice. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the chain or his hand was colder.
Then he laughed softly, his expression perfectly calm. “I have no hatred, and I don’t need you meddling to help me.”
The Chopstick Spirit seemed to forget the person holding her chain. She became frenzied and laughed wildly, repeating stubbornly, “No. You need me…”
Before she finished, the chain tightened until she could not open her mouth.
The Chopstick Spirit cast Shang Yan a cold glance. Using some unknown method, her ghostly body evaporated into sticky black fog.
The flickering mist rushed before Qiao Yu, its voice obsessive and frigid. “We’re the same. We should walk the same path. Qiao Yu, wouldn’t it be wonderful to make those damned bullies disappear? Together, we can-”
A sharp crack scattered the mist.
Her laughter continued echoing across the empty grounds. “Qiao Yu… I’ll wait for you!”
The instant her words ended, the chopstick shattered into several pieces.