Chapter 184: Wedding Dress Ghost: Pfft!
The Wedding Dress Ghost tried hard to pull her gaze back from these three men, speaking ghostly: “I… was summoned by him.”
The three men present all turned to look at Wei Junchen, who was trembling and hiding behind Xiao Qidong.
Wei Junchen widened his eyes, unable to hold back and cried out in protest for himself: “I didn’t!”
Was he tired of living? Summoning a female ghost to claim his life!
Nan Yuanman tilted her little head to look at him: “You really didn’t?”
“Generally, a Mirror Ghost will latch onto someone, usually because they picked up the mirror she inhabits, or they played an Ouija game that attracted her. If you did nothing, the Mirror Ghost couldn’t possibly latch onto you.”
Wei Junchen subconsciously wanted to explain himself: “I really didn’t…!”
Before he could finish speaking, a chaotic memory flashed through his mind from a month ago, when he and his bad friends went to play an Ouija game for thrills!
Among them was a famous mirror Ouija game called Bloody Mary.
The game rules were to face the mirror alone in a dark room at midnight when yin energy is heaviest, light a white candle, and repeatedly call out “Bloody Mary” while staring into the mirror.
It’s said that if the game succeeds, a terrifying female ghost will appear in the mirror…
Wei Junchen’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. He tightly grabbed Xiao Qidong’s clothes corner and spoke emotionally: “Impossible! There was no female ghost in the mirror at the time! You can’t possibly be the one I summoned!”
When the Wedding Dress Ghost mentioned this, the grievance on her body grew heavier. She sneered: “Was it me who didn’t want to appear? Did you forget what you said to the mirror after completing the ritual?”
“You damn well said your face is so perfect, and it would be great if the female ghost that appeared had the same perfectly flawless face as you! You also said, Ning Caichen has Nie Xiaoqian, so why can’t you have a female ghost with the same perfect face as your wife!”
“Do you know how much mental preparation I had to do to turn my flower-like beautiful face into your rough bearded man’s face?!”
The Wedding Dress Ghost had lived these years sucking yang energy always using her ‘beauty’ to seduce those cheap men. She had never seen a man so narcissistic, narcissistic to the point that his other half had to have his face to be bewitched!
This was simply the greatest mental attack she had encountered in her ghost life!
The three men present fell completely silent. They first glanced at the Wedding Dress Ghost’s knife-scarred, exceptionally mangled face, then at Wei Junchen’s rough bearded face, and fell silent.
Feng Jingcheng’s mouth twitched.
These two faces seemed… equally matched, right?
Where was the flower-like beauty, he wondered!
Hearing the Wedding Dress Ghost say this, Wei Junchen immediately felt indignant and unafraid. He glared at her: “What’s wrong with my face? My face is handsome and dashing! Look at my eyes, look at my eyebrows—sword brows and starry eyes! Standard novel male lead feature!”
Wedding Dress Ghost: “Pah!”
“And look at my beard—thick, black, and sexy! Standard model male feature!”
Wedding Dress Ghost: “Pah to you!”
Wei Junchen was pissed off by her successive pah’s, tremblingly pointing at her: “I get it, you’re just jealous! Jealous that I have such a handsome, perfect face! That’s why you’re picking on me like this!”
Xiao Qidong: “……”
Xie Yifei: “……”
Feng Jingcheng: “……”
Xie Yifei leaned in close to Xiao Qidong with a complicated expression, pointed at his own head, then at Wei Junchen who was passionately arguing with the Wedding Dress Ghost: “His head’s okay, right? He’s always been this narcissistic, uh… typically deluded?”
Xiao Qidong hesitated to speak, then wanted to speak again, inexplicably having the thought that maybe he shouldn’t have saved Wei Junchen, and letting this idiot be haunted by the ghost forever would be fine.
He held back again and again, but couldn’t hold back and slapped his head: “Shut up!” He really thought he lived too long, daring to argue with a ghost!
“Ah! My hairstyle!” Wei Junchen yelped, habitually running to squat by the tea table, carefully combing his hair in front of the mirror.
Nan Yuanman was seeing such a unique man—oh no, human—for the first time and was completely stunned, her little mouth forming an O shape as she watched Wei Junchen squat right next to the Wedding Dress Ghost combing his hair.
She watched him finish combing his hair and ask the person beside him: “Is my hairstyle messy?”
The person beside him didn’t answer. Wei Junchen frowned, looked up to speak, and met the Wedding Dress Ghost’s mangled eyes: “……”
The air went completely still in that moment.
Xiao Qidong slapped his hand over his face. He regretted it; he shouldn’t have brought Yuanman to save this fool!
Nan Yuanman also understood why Wei Junchen was haunted by the Wedding Dress Ghost—someone so extremely narcissistic was too easy to control.
As long as she transformed into his ideal other half, he would completely fall without much effort!
His desires were too easy to pinpoint!
Wei Junchen’s lips trembled as he slowly shuffled away from the Wedding Dress Ghost.
Nan Yuanman raised her hand to rub her chubby little face and looked at the Wedding Dress Ghost: “You’ve already sucked away half his yang energy. Aren’t you planning to let him go?”
“The vow he made in front of the mirror was for a lifetime, and his lifetime hasn’t ended yet. I can’t break the vow, unless…”
Under Wei Junchen’s shocked gaze, the Wedding Dress Ghost changed tack: “He helps me kill someone.”
“No way! This is a society governed by law; killing is illegal!” Wei Junchen’s head shook faster than a rattle drum.
“You don’t have to kill; just help me find him and bring him before me! Otherwise, I’ll stick to your wish and haunt you forever!” The Wedding Dress Ghost looked at Wei Junchen menacingly, speaking word by word.
Nan Yuanman asked curiously: “What’s the name of the person you want him to find?”
“His name is…” The Wedding Dress Ghost’s face darkened, her grievance surging sharply. The air in the room was compressed by the grievance, and Feng Jingcheng and the other two suddenly felt breathing become difficult.
The Wedding Dress Ghost spat out three words word by word, grinding her teeth: “Qi! Rong! Xuan!”
Nan Yuanman frowned slightly, took out a talisman and flung it at the Wedding Dress Ghost. The surging grievance on her body was immediately suppressed.
Xie Yifei gasped heavily, looking at the Wedding Dress Ghost with slight horror: “Mommy! I almost thought I was gonna die here.”
The Wedding Dress Ghost closed her eyes, suppressing the surging hatred inside, and spoke lowly: “Sorry.”
Hearing the name from the Wedding Dress Ghost, Xiao Qidong felt it vaguely familiar. He mumbled it over and over: “Qi Rongxuan… Qi Rongxuan… I think I’ve heard it somewhere…”
A flash of insight hit his mind. He suddenly looked at Wei Junchen, who was also frowning with the same vague familiarity, and said: “Old Wei, isn’t this Qi Rongxuan the name of your great-great-grandpa?”
