The villa isn't far from here, but it's located far from the city center, by the sea.
There are several guesthouses nearby, but for some reason, the villa, which is right next to the guesthouse, looks particularly desolate.
Because of its beautiful scenery, it can be considered a resort area.
Logically speaking, the rent for this villa shouldn't be cheap, but according to Rong Yingjuan, she only spent a little over two hundred yuan to rent the villa for two days.
This is definitely not a case of the landlord willingly taking the fall!
When everyone arrived at the villa, Rong Yingjuan and the others were about to push open the door when Lu Qing stopped them.
"You guys wait outside, I'll go in by myself."
Rong Yingjuan and the others were scared and didn't want to go in in the first place, so Lu Qing's words were exactly what they wanted.
As for the others, they had an instinctive trust in Lu Qing, and if Lu Qing didn't allow them to go in, they absolutely wouldn't go in.
Because he didn't have a key, Lu Qing climbed over the outer wall to get in.
As soon as she entered, she felt enveloped by a heavy aura of resentment.
Suddenly, darkness enveloped the surroundings, and the faint sound of weeping filled the air, a sound tinged with grief and indignation.
Lu Qing did not rush to dispel the resentment, but instead searched around for the figure of the female ghost.
"I know you have a grievance. Tell me, and maybe I can help you!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a ghostly figure flashed through the darkness.
Lu Qing immediately chased after him and finally found a portrait and an urn of ashes in a small room.
The female ghost stood in front of the portrait, her body hunched and thin, her hair gray.
But she looked very young and beautiful in the portrait.
"Do I look good in the photo?"
The female ghost suddenly spoke; her voice was hoarse, as if it contained grit.
Lu Qing didn't answer, and the female ghost didn't seem to care. She continued speaking to herself:
"This photo was taken when I first married him. I looked so beautiful back then."
The female ghost looked up at the portrait, her gray eyes faintly revealing a sense of longing.
Suddenly, her eyes changed, and her voice filled with anger:
"I was twenty years old then, but I died at the age of forty!"
“I married him when I was twenty. He had no house or car, and I had nothing either. So I struggled with him, saved money, and bought a house and a car.”
"Finally, we have everything! I thought we had everything, but the truth is he has everything, while I... still have nothing."
The female ghost sighed heavily, then suddenly smiled, as if laughing at her foolish self in her youth.
"Later, he cheated on me!"
“That woman comes from a better family than me, is prettier than me, owns a house and a car, and it took him a lot of effort to win her over.”
“He didn’t talk to me about divorce. It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he was waiting for me to bring it up. He doesn’t want to give me anything, including the children.”
"I did as he wished, taking nothing, and left that house alone."
“I thought it was okay to have nothing, I was still young and could start over. But almost every penny I earned went to my children.”
“He doesn’t care about the child; he won’t give him living expenses, tuition fees, or even buy him a piece of clothing.”
“My son resents me for the divorce and for not taking him with me. I can only try my best to make up for it materially. I want to tell him that even though we are divorced, his mother still loves him.”
"I thought he had forgiven me because I had given so much for him, but I was wrong. He just treated me like an ATM."
"On my fortieth birthday, the doctor told me that I had pancreatic cancer."
“It was late stage, incurable. I only had one week left. I told my son that I wanted him to come and keep me company, but during that week in the hospital, he didn’t even make a single phone call.”
“He only appeared after I died. He didn’t bury my ashes, and he wouldn’t even buy me a burial plot.”
"I have become a vengeful ghost, wandering in this villa. I can't get out and no one can talk to me."
The female ghost continued to talk, as if she were confiding in Lu Qing, or perhaps reminiscing about her life.
After a long silence, Lu Qing asked:
"Your husband... no! I should call him ex-husband Rong!"
"Yes!" The female ghost didn't hide anything, glaring fiercely at Lu Qing:
"The girl standing at the door is that beast's daughter with his mistress!"
"It was their family that ruined me, caused me to die in agony, and made my son abandon me. So I'm going to kill them!"
Lu Qing: "Is it possible that Rong Yingjuan and her mother were also victims, that they were also deceived?"
"What?" The female ghost was stunned for a moment, then shouted angrily:
"Impossible! That woman couldn't have been deceived!"
"If your ex-husband can lie to you, why can't he lie to others?" Lu Qing retorted.
The female ghost fell silent.
Lu Qing continued, "If you trust me, I'm willing to show you the truth."
"It's no coincidence that Rong Yingjuan came here and started playing the spirit communication game. Don't you want to know who created the conditions for your revenge?"
"Are you really willing to help me?" the female ghost asked doubtfully.
"You can't beat me, so you have no choice but to trust me!"
Lu Qing's words, though crude, are not without merit. If she weren't outmatched, this female ghost wouldn't have wasted so much time talking to her.
The female ghost hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll go with you! But you have to help me get out of here first!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Qing glanced around and then focused his gaze on the urn. It was engraved with an array, which was why the female ghost could only move within a ten-meter radius of the urn.
This is also why she made Rong Yingjuan and the other three eat her hair.
Only with a medium could she ensure that these four people were under her control.
Lu Qing packed up the urn and the portrait:
"You should go inside the box and hide there, so you don't get sunburned."
"good!"
The female ghost crawled into the box.
Lu Qing carried the box out, and the crowd waiting outside immediately ran over.
"Qingqing, how did it go? Did you catch that ghost?"
Lu Qing shook the urn in her hand:
"It's right here!"
"Was she the female ghost from that day? Why did she want to kill me?" Rong Yingjuan asked, looking at the portrait.
"You'll probably have to go back and ask your father about that," Lu Qing said with a smile.
"Huh? What does this have to do with my dad?" Rong Yingjuan asked, puzzled.
Lu Qing: "Your father had a first wife before your mother, right?"
Rong Yingjuan nodded;
"That's right! My parents didn't hide this from me, but didn't she already die of illness?"
“That’s right! These are her ashes!” Lu Qing said, pointing to the urn.
Rong Yingjuan was startled:
"She's my dad's ex-wife! She's become a vengeful ghost and wants to kill me and my parents, why??"
"What else could it be! He died unjustly!" Lu Qing's face was full of speechlessness.
Rong Yingjuan then realized:
"You...you mean...my dad...my dad killed her!"
“Impossible! How could my father kill someone!” Rong Yingjuan shook her head repeatedly.
“Your father didn’t kill her himself, but he’s definitely involved in her death,” Lu Qing said coldly.
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