Chapter 22: Auntie, I Picked Up What You Dropped!
“What did you send her to do? Why can’t I sense her anymore?”
Ruan Yu’s face was full of terror. She suppressed the scream that was about to burst out and frantically felt around her body to pull out a red thread.
As soon as the red thread appeared, the little ghost choking her throat was repelled by a red light and flew out with a sharp shriek, smashing heavily against the wall.
The little ghost’s figure quickly vanished into the darkness, its eyes full of malice vigilantly watching Ruan Yu, who was clutching her throat and coughing violently.
The red thread in Ruan Yu’s hand burned off a section. After she recovered, she hurriedly spoke to comfort him: “Zhuang Zhuang, calm down. There’s no danger in what I sent Guo Guo to do. She’ll be back soon.”
“You can’t sense her presence probably because she’s being naughty and playing hide-and-seek with you.”
Zhuang Zhuang snorted coldly, his voice eerie: “It had better be that way.”
“What about the playmate you promised me last time, to offer to me and Guo Guo? Why haven’t you brought the person yet?” Zhuang Zhuang flew in front of Ruan Yu, his mouth splitting open to his ears as he spoke sinisterly: “Don’t forget, this was your own promise, within our contract.”
“If it’s not done… there will be backlash.”
“I’m here today for this matter.” Ruan Yu gripped the red thread tightly, a flash of shadow quickly passing through her eyes, but she spoke softly and weakly: “I haven’t found a child whose destiny is compatible with you, so I plan to take you out and let you choose yourself.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Take me quickly!” Zhuang Zhuang’s eyes lit up. He turned around and quickly flew back into a pitch-black small jar placed on the table.
Ruan Yu took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, picked up the small jar, and walked out with an exceptionally somber expression.
She regretted it. She shouldn’t have asked that monk for the most malevolent little ghost to raise back then.
Over these years, these two little ghosts had helped her accomplish many things, but what they wanted was also increasing. Now they even wanted a living person sacrificed to them.
If this continued, she would be implicated by them.
After confirming Meng Lei’s death, she had to find a way to get rid of them…
Cheng Yi, who was sitting on the sofa playing a game, heard the footsteps and asked without looking up: “Mom, are you going out?”
“Right, play a little less game, and finish your homework earlier.” Ruan Yu put the small jar into the bag, put on the jacket, instructed Cheng Yi, and then went out.
She had just stepped out the front door when Meng Lei, bringing Meng Qinian and Master Zhang, returned to the villa.
Cheng Yi hurriedly switched out of the game page in a flurry, pretending to be looking up study materials, and smiled at Meng Lei as he greeted him, “Uncle Meng, you’re back.”
He looked toward Meng Qinian: “Brother Qinian.”
Meng Qinian shoved his hands into his pockets, sneered coldly, and said, “Don’t call me brother. My mom only gave birth to me; I have no brother.”
Cheng Yi’s smile on his face paused slightly, and a flash of shadow swept through the depths of his eyes extremely quickly.
Meng Lei unhappily scolded Meng Qinian, then turned around and asked Master Zhang, who was pacing back and forth in the living room with his disciple: “Master Zhang, how about it? Have you noticed anything?”
He cautiously asked, “Is there still a ghost in my room?”
Master Zhang stroked his mustache, pretending to pace back and forth in the room, finally pointing randomly at a spot, and said seriously with a straight face: “Boss Meng, there is indeed a ghost in your house. He’s hiding up there!”
The direction Master Zhang pointed to was the direction of the Meng family attic. He turned around and asked, “Boss Meng, whose room is this up here?”
Cheng Yi hadn’t figured out the situation yet when he heard Master Zhang’s question and subconsciously answered: “Upstairs is the attic, the room where my mom usually stores miscellaneous items.”
After answering, he asked Meng Lei somewhat bewilderedly, “Uncle Meng, what is this…?”
“Don’t mind the child,” Meng Lei said, then said to Master Zhang, “Master Zhang, then I’ll trouble you to go help me deal with that ghost. Don’t worry, money is not an issue!”
Master Zhang was full of heroic spirit: “No problem!”
He took his tools, brought his disciple along, and headed to the attic.
Meng Qinian and Meng Lei felt chills down their spines. They wanted to step forward and follow, but Master Zhang spoke up to stop them: “Hey, Boss Meng, I won’t be able to look after you when fighting the ghost. You should stay in the living room and wait for my good news.”
Meng Lei forced a smile: “Alright, then we’ll leave it to Master Zhang.”
Master Zhang nodded solemnly.
The master and his two disciples quickly headed to the attic.
Master Zhang’s eldest disciple Jia Ping’an couldn’t help but ask: “Master, is there really a ghost in this attic?”
“There’s no damn ghost, believe in science, okay! In this day and age, where do ghosts even come from?” Master Zhang irritably rolled his eyes.
Second disciple Wen Yongkang scratched his head: “But didn’t you just say there was a ghost?”
“I made it up.” Master Zhang snorted with laughter: “In a rich person’s villa, the attic is the place they visit the least. The attic is shady, isn’t it the best place to harbor filth and corruption?”
“This stuff with ghosts and spirits and such is mostly rich people scaring themselves. In a bit, our master and two disciples can just do a simple ritual to comfort their hearts.”
That’s right, Master Zhang is a con artist who specializes in studying the psychology of rich people.
He made a living by cheating and swindling. After being invited by the big boss one time by chance to exorcise evil for his wife, he gradually gained some fame.
However, he himself knew the score: trick if he could trick, but if he couldn’t, then tell the boss that this matter was too tricky and let him seek someone more capable.
So after messing around for so many years, he still hasn’t been exposed by anyone.
Likewise, when Meng Lei said there was a ghost trying to harm him, he also felt that Meng Lei had persecutory delusion.
Since it’s paranoia, just do a good job of “exorcise evil” to comfort him.
Jia Ping’an understood. His originally tense nerves also relaxed a bit. Arriving at the attic doorway, he pushed open the door while complaining: “Damn, being rich is great. This attic alone is bigger than my whole house.”
As soon as the door opened, a dreamy room full of childlike innocence appeared before their eyes.
The pink soft carpet laid on the floor, the intricately carved small wooden horse, a cabinet full of princess dresses and dolls, and some extremely expensive toy cars and Ultraman models available on the market.
The small wooden horse was still rocking back and forth, as if a child was sitting on it playing.
In the middle of this room full of childlike innocence was a pitch-black small wooden table.
On it was placed a black small jar, in front of the small jar was an incense burner, with three sticks of incense slowly burning inside the incense burner, and some candy and snacks scattered around the incense burner.
This room full of childlike innocence yet extremely weird stunned the master and his two disciples.
Wen Yongkang swallowed his saliva, turned his head to look at Master Zhang: “Master, this…”
“It’s fine, this is probably the quirk of rich people.” Master Zhang suppressed the unease in his heart and calmly said: “This might be props for the boss’s son playing cosplay?”
“Cosplay props?” Jia Ping’an stepped inside, stood in front of that small wooden table, and curiously reached out to pick up that small jar.
“These props are made pretty realistically.” Jia Ping’an said: “There are even spells engraved on it!”
Wen Yongkang felt the temperature around them dropping, he hugged his arms and shivered, saying: “Let’s hurry up and finish this and go downstairs, I always feel a bit creepy.”
Master Zhang nodded, just about to tell Jia Ping’an to put down the item and come help when a sharp, angry child’s voice suddenly came to his ears: “Take your dirty hands away! Who allowed you to touch my younger sister!”
Immediately after, a pitch-black figure quickly crawled toward Jia Ping’an from the ground.
Jia Ping’an: “!!!”
“Ah——! Ghost!”
Meng Qinian and Meng Lei sitting in the living room heard the scream from the attic, their expressions changed, they turned around and ran toward the attic.
Cheng Yi panicked in his heart and instinctively wanted to follow, but his wrist was suddenly gripped by a cold hand, he was startled and wanted to shake it off when Ruan Yu’s voice sounded: “Don’t go.”
Cheng Yi turned around, his expression stunned: “Mom?”
Ruan Yu’s face was pale, the red thread pinched in her hand had burned down to just a stub, she gritted her teeth and said: “Don’t go up, come with me!”
She hadn’t expected Meng Lei to still be alive and to have brought back the so-called master.
But it didn’t matter, this time the little ghost in rage would definitely kill him.
What she needed to do now was to create an alibi for her and Cheng Yi!
With that said, without giving Cheng Yi a chance to react, she directly dragged him toward the doorway.
She had just reached the doorway when she saw a short figure leap in from the villa’s front door.
“Oof.” Nan Yuanman rolled on the ground to dissipate the momentum, she raised her head, her gaze passing over the shocked Ruan Yu and her son, looking toward the attic enveloped in yin energy and grievance.
“Good thing, good thing, I made it in time.”
Her black-and-white eyes darted around, she grinned at Ruan Yu and opened the small coffin: “Auntie, I picked up the thing you dropped!”
Still in PK, babies please don’t stockpile the novel for now
