Chapter 415 The Coward's Black Moonlight Witch 46

At this time, Tan Shuai rushed out of the room, emotionally, "No, you can't take my sister away."

Wang Yaling stopped him and said firmly, "Xiao Shuai, your sister and we are no longer compatible. It will be better for everyone if she leaves."

With tears in his eyes, Tan Shuai looked at Tan Jing with a trembling voice, "Sister, please don't leave. I can't bear to leave you."

Tan Jing walked up gently, touched Tan Shuai's head, smiled and said: "No matter where I go, I am your sister."

Tan Shuai choked up and nodded, his voice pleading, "Then you must remember to come back to see me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Shuai could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart. He turned around and ran back to his room, and his suppressed crying was soon heard in the room.

Tan Jing simply packed her luggage and left with the middle-aged man. The footsteps of the two echoed in the empty stairwell, and each sounded heavy.

The middle-aged man frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction: "What a waste! I spent so much time researching this tattoo sticker. I wanted to help you regain some luck, but you destroyed it so quickly."

Tan Jing lowered her head and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry. That silly girl has a black cat, and it ate up my luck."

"Black cat?" A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Could it be the legendary Nine Ghost Cat? If time permits, I really want to meet it."

Tan Jing asked: "So what should we do now?"

The middle-aged man stared straight ahead with a cold expression. "You've almost completely absorbed the Tan family's luck. They're no longer of any use to you. However, I've found a new target for you."

A complicated expression flashed across Tan Jing's eyes. She nodded and smiled faintly, "Thank you, uncle."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, "The family I've found for you this time is similar to the Tan family. They also have a daughter destined for heaven. You just need to take her place, and her luck will be transferred to you."

Tan Jing was silent for a while, "I understand."

The Taoist priest looked at Tan Jing, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that this girl would be the key to his plan. "Let's go, we don't have much time left."

Just as they were about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, the crisp sound of glass breaking suddenly broke the silence.

Tan Jing turned around suddenly and saw Tan Shuai standing behind them, with a broken piggy bank and coins rolling all over the floor at his feet.

The middle-aged man quickly looked around and found that there was no one around. A sinister light flashed in his eyes.

Tan Shuai felt a chill and stepped back unconsciously.

Tan Jing quickly stepped forward and stood between the middle-aged man and Tan Shuai. Her voice was calm and firm: "What are you doing out here?"

Tan Shuai's voice trembled: "I was worried that you had no money, so I wanted to send you some."

Tan Jing shook her head with an indifferent expression, "I don't need it, take it back."

Tan Shuai's face turned pale and his body began to tremble. "So... Mom and Dad's business went bad because of you. I fainted a while ago, was it because of you?"

A complex emotion flashed in Tan Jing's eyes, and she shook her head, "No, you fainted because of Mom and Dad."

Tan Shuai asked, "Why?"

Tan Jing chuckled, "Don't you know that mom and dad knew there was something wrong with that tattoo, but they still put it on your arm."

A chill ran through Tan Shuai's heart. He widened his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, "No, I don't believe it."

After saying that, he turned and trotted towards home, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The middle-aged man was about to chase after her, but was stopped by Tan Jing's outstretched arm.

The middle-aged man's voice was filled with obvious anger. "What are you doing? If he leaks our secrets, we're all finished."

Tan Jing looked at the direction where Tan Shuai disappeared with a cold expression, "He won't tell anyone."

She and Tan Shuai had been siblings for so many years, and no one knew him better than she did. Tan Shuai wouldn't tell anyone, or rather, he didn't dare to tell anyone.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was still a little hesitant, but he finally retracted his steps.

Tan Shuai ran all the way home, the waves in his heart were even more chaotic than his footsteps. Fear and contradiction intertwined into an invisible net that wrapped him tightly.

The moment he opened the door, Wang Yaling and Tan Zhidong were sitting on the sofa chatting.

"No wonder our family has been so unlucky lately. It turns out that Jingjing and I have a conflict of auras." As soon as Wang Yaling finished speaking, the door suddenly opened, and the two of them looked at Tan Shuai at the same time.

Tan Zhidong asked, "Didn't you go to give your sister a piggy bank? Did you get it?"

Tan Shuai opened his mouth, a thousand words pouring out, but he didn't know where to begin. He could only force a smile and said, "They walked away, and we didn't send them out."

He was afraid that once he asked the questions in his heart, the terrible truth would become a reality.

Tan Zhidong frowned, "Where's your piggy bank?"

Tan Shuai's voice was almost inaudible. "I lost it."

Tan Zhidong glared at Tan Shuai, his tone blaming him, "You kid, your family is in financial difficulty right now, and you even lost your piggy bank."

Seeing this, Wang Yaling came out to ease the atmosphere, "Forget it, let's not talk about the child. Now that Jingjing is gone, our lives should get better."

Tan Shuai didn't say anything else. He turned back to his room and gently closed the door. His silence actually showed that he had already believed Tan Jing's words in his heart.

He leaned against the door, his heart filled with doubt and pain. It turned out that the family he had always thought was happy and perfect was already riddled with holes.

…

On the night before the Ghost Festival, there was not a single star in the sky and the air was filled with an unusual chill, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

The wind howled in the empty streets, occasionally blowing up a few fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, with only sporadic lights flickering in the darkness, as if resisting the anxiety and cold outside.

Shen Xinran looked at Zheng Tong and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time, "Don't be afraid."

One voice was clear and melodious, full of childlike innocence, while the other voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of inner fear.

Shen Xinran glanced at Chu Bojian, who was clutching her arm tightly, and sighed softly. She thought to herself, I didn't even ask you if you were afraid.

Also, if you are really not afraid, can your body stop shaking!

After two years of getting along, Shen Xinran's understanding of Chu Bojian's tough exterior but soft heart has reached a new level.