Hu Xinting's face stiffened slightly. She trembled with fear at the thought of the backlash caused by the forced soul summoning last night.

The feeling of life slipping away was so real; she didn't want to experience it again.

"Can't you just send the ghost servant? Master, I really can't do it, I'm scared."

The man turned his head and looked at him with a deep, unsettling gaze.

The candlelight cast a warm glow on his pale face, and Hu Xinting couldn't help but become deeply captivated by his beauty.

"Why? Didn't you love him so much that you were willing to give your life for him? It was your strong obsession that summoned me here."

Hu Xinting was initially a little guilty, but when she saw that face, her heart started pounding.

"I don't like Yang Juntong anymore! He's not as perfect as people say online. The unedited photos I took of him had a bunch of problems, like powdery makeup, pimples, and eye bags. I was exhausted just editing them."

The more Hu Xinting talked, the more she realized how blind she had been before. "My demeanor is also terrible. I can't compare to you, Master, whose every gesture is so elegant. If I were to like someone, I should like someone like you, Master."

She mustered up her courage and spoke her true thoughts, thinking to herself, "Don't blame me for switching sides, after all, my master is just too perfect."

Dressed in pure white, he looked like a refined nobleman who had stepped out of a book.

The key is that the other person dotes on me, and the way they look at me is so tender that it's intoxicating.

If that's the case, why is she holding onto Yang Juntong's soul?

She initially became a fan of Yang Juntong because of her looks. At that time, Yang Juntong wasn't very famous yet, and she was very good at spending money on voting, data collection, and following her schedule, quickly becoming a big fan.

She had more opportunities to interact with Yang Juntong, and even during breaks from her work commitments, Yang Juntong would take the initiative to greet her and chat for a few minutes.

Many of her suggestions were taken to heart. For example, once she suggested that he wear clothes from a certain brand, and a few days later, Yang Juntong indeed wore clothes from that brand on the red carpet.

She was always proud of this preferential treatment and felt that she was special in Yang Juntong's eyes.

But as Yang Juntong became more and more popular and her fan club grew, she found that her words were gradually losing their influence.

His stalking and paparazzi-taking behavior, stemming from his own fears, has been criticized by other fans as that of a sasaeng fan (obsessive fan who stalks and takes photos without consent).

She also discovered that Yang Juntong smiled gently and affectionately at other fans, allowing them to approach him under the guise of love.

On many occasions, he didn't adopt my suggestions, but instead adopted those that were more popular.

He's not interested in me; he's just trying to woo his fans!

How could I not be special in his eyes?

She made a wish, willing to give her life in exchange for Yang Juntong being with her, and then her master came to her side.

She is more attractive, has better manners, and is even more demanding of herself. She is gentle and patient, and occasionally a little assertive.

It's hard for her not to climb over the wall.

The person put a finger to their lips and smiled, "A wish made cannot be changed."

Hu Xinting felt intensely uneasy. She wanted to act coquettishly, but her body moved uncontrollably to the center of the formation, where she picked up the soul-summoning bell and the soul-gathering bottle.

"Master, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with terror.

"Then you might as well die." The man spoke the most vicious words in the gentlest tone.

The corners of his lips still held a smile, the curve just right, but where was the gentleness in his eyes? They were clearly cold and eerie!

Hu Xinting seemed to suddenly wake up. How could something good have come from making a wish in such a strange place?

Terrified, she suddenly remembered something and cried out, "Master, don't you like my eyes?"

A cold, icy hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Hu Xinting's face was covered in tears. She regretted it. She shouldn't have become so obsessed with idol worship that she had gone to such an extreme.

"Please, please save me..." Hu Xinting pleaded.

"Why are you crying again? Those eyes don't look good when you cry." The man sighed.

Hu Xinting felt a glimmer of hope, but the next second, that icy hand moved to her neck and snapped her neck bones with a crack.

The corpse stared wide-eyed, its face filled with disbelief, never expecting that he would attack it.

The man took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, speaking gently, "Silly girl, how could I like your eyes? They're so ugly and so dirty."

He seemed to recall a distant memory, his expression filled with nostalgia. After thinking for a moment, he used a word he had recently learned to say, "Don't even mention a substitute, you can't even be considered a meal replacement."

He extended a finger and beckoned, and miraculously, the silent corpse suddenly stiffened and sat up, its eyes no longer showing any whites.

After her death, Hu Xinting was quickly transformed into a malevolent spirit.

"Let's continue, the ghost servants are hungry." The person sat back on the single sofa and gently instructed.

With her neck still in the bizarre position, Hu Xinting picked up the soul-gathering bottle and the soul-summoning bell and began to summon the soul.

A cold wind rose in the room, and black mist gradually gathered, soon becoming so thick it seemed to drip water.

The tinkling sound seemed to come from the River Styx, capable of capturing a person's soul and spirit.

Legend has it that upon hearing this bell, one's soul will be completely lost and unable to find its way home.

The man rested his chin on his hand, smiled, and said, "See, you're almost there."

——

Inside the villa, everyone heard that strange ringing sound.

The ethereal sound of the bell seemed to come from nowhere, drawing one's attention and making one listen intently.

Most of those present were Taoist practitioners, and they quickly realized that something was wrong.

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