Chapter 153 True Story

When Yan Bo saw it, his heart skipped a beat.

Is this my daughter?

He frowned and shouted:

"Jia Jia, why aren't you sleeping so late? When did you start liking Peking Opera?"

Yan Jia did not answer when she heard this. She stood up, walked lightly to Yan Bo, and stretched out her hands as if to shake hands.

Yan Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is definitely not his daughter.

He raised his voice angrily:

"I don't care who you are, get off my daughter's body right now!"

Yan Jia's mouth was grinning, a sharp laugh spilled out, and her hands had already fallen on Yan Bo's neck.

But the next second, a golden light flashed across Yan Bo's body, and his hands seemed to be severely burned and were quickly retracted.

The next second, she almost floated backwards, there was no wind, but the door was slammed shut.

Yan Bo's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of filth has got upon my precious daughter?

Without thinking, he immediately took out his cell phone and called Fu Yang.

"Xiao Yang, help! Jia Jia is possessed by an evil spirit!"

Fu Yang answered the call in a calm voice.

"Uncle, don't worry. How is Jiajia doing now? Has she participated in any exciting or scary games these days?"

Normally, as long as she has her own amulet, ordinary evil spirits cannot do anything to Jia Jia.

Yan Bo didn’t know either, he had just come back from outside.

Fu Yang heard the answer in his silence.

"I'll be there now."

Yan Bo was waiting for her, and was immediately moved when he heard this.

Woo woo woo, at critical moments, my little niece is still the one I can rely on.

Fu Yang didn't let him wait long and arrived soon, but Yan Bo didn't greet her at the door.

She quickly went upstairs and saw her second uncle hugging Yan Jia tightly from behind, shouting:

"Stop it, if you want to die, go die yourself, don't drag my daughter with you!"

Yan Jia had a dazed look on her face, gesturing with a kitchen knife in her hand.

Fu Yang knew what was going on at a glance. Jia Jia was possessed by a ghost.

The person possessing her was a woman, dressed in clothes from the Republic of China era, about thirty years old, with a face full of hatred.

Fu Yang frowned and said:

"You go on your own or I send you away."

The woman may have noticed Fu Yang's unusual behavior and said:

"She provoked me herself."

The voice that was spoken was completely different from Yan Jia's original voice, and had a strange accent.

Fu Yang sneered.

"I don't care what your situation is. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave."

After saying that, she took out a purple talisman.

This purple talisman was made from the gift Qi Lin gave her.

The female ghost felt the terrifying pressure coming from the purple talisman and was immediately frightened.

She quickly got out of Yan Jia's body.

Seeing this, Fu Yang's eyes flashed with a smile.

In fact, what the female ghost said was right. It was Jia Jia who provoked her first.

If the female ghost is unwilling to leave, even if I have the purple talisman in my hand, I cannot force her to do anything.

After all, hurting the female ghost is equivalent to hurting Jia Jia.

But this female ghost was obviously easy to fool, and she believed it after a few random threats.

Fu Yang put away the purple talisman.

"You've been dead for over a hundred years, why are you still lingering in the world?"

The female ghost looked a little aggrieved.

"We can't leave there."

They have been trapped in the same place since their death. If it weren't for the girl today, she didn't know when she would be able to get out of that place.

Fu Yang sneered.

"The first thing you do when you get out is want to kill someone?"

At this time, Yan Jia woke up and saw the kitchen knife in her hand at a glance.

She exclaimed.

"Dad, what's wrong with me?"

"Sister Yang, why are you here?"

Fu Yang was helpless.

"Have you forgotten what I said? Not only did you go out and play exciting games, but the amulet I gave you also got wet?"

Yan Jia felt guilty and embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yang, I was really bored these past few days, so I couldn't help but go out and play with my friends for a while."

Then he asked in surprise:

"Sister Yang, how did you know that the amulet you gave me was wet?"

Fu Yang: "If the amulet wasn't broken, how could you be possessed by this female ghost?"

Fortunately, this female ghost is easy to fool, otherwise I don’t know how long it would take to make her leave on her own.

When Yan Jia heard the word "female ghost", she was a little surprised and curious.

"What female ghost? Why did she possess me?"

Fu Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You have to ask yourself, what did you do and say today? You brought this upon yourself."

Yan Jia listened to her words and began to recall, and said with a guilty conscience:

"Today, I went to play a real-life script-killing game with my friends. The experience was very realistic. My role was the wife of the principal of a girls' school. Later, a fire broke out in the girls' school, and everyone in the school was burned to death."

"My character had a very miserable life. Her husband cheated on her with a female student and even asked her to accompany the school's sponsors. I felt a little sorry for her and said, if she were still alive, I could take her to see the world today."

Fu Yang sighed helplessly.

"That's what provoked me."

"The script-killing game you're playing is based on a true story. Everything that happened is real, and the character you're playing actually existed."

"When you put it that way, it's like you're willingly letting the female ghost possess you. She'll follow you."

Yan Jia felt a little regretful after hearing this.

Although she likes adventure, she still can't accept that she is really possessed by a ghost.

But she just couldn't figure it out.

"Sister Yang, I said this out of pity for her, why would she want to hurt me?"

Fu Yang:

"Do you mean to reason with a ghost? Besides, although this ghost was pitiful before her death, she was not completely innocent. She knew everything that happened in the girls' school, but she never thought of helping those students."

Yan Jia was silent.

Yes, I am too naive.

Then she worried again:

"Sister Yang, will my friends get into trouble like me? What will happen to the other people who played this game?"

Fu Yang:

"You can ask your friends. These ghosts are trapped in the same place and can't leave easily, unless they say something they shouldn't, just like you."

"As for the venue for the script-killing show, we need to sort it out."

There are a lot of ghosts trapped in that place, and the yin energy is too heavy. If people go in to play for a long time, they are likely to get into trouble.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jia quickly sent a message to her good friend.

Among them, four people replied to her messages to let her know they were safe, and one said that she felt something was not right with her.

[Jia Jia, I think I saw a woman following me. I can feel her right next to me.]

Yan Jia immediately looked at Fu Yang.

"Sister Yang, I have a friend who seems to be possessed by a ghost."