Chapter 109 Summoning Jade
After watching Xu Rui's memory flashback, the entire live stream fell silent, and the chat area remained blank for a full ten seconds.
Suddenly, a bold red bullet screen appeared.
School bullying deserves to go to hell!!!
Immediately afterwards, the barrage of comments exploded like an avalanche:
That close-up shot of the sanitary napkin almost suffocated me.
[Is Xu Rui crazy? He doesn't deserve to live.]
[I enjoyed this revenge story, so is it Yang Chuyue's ghost coming to take revenge?]
[What's so great about it? Yang Chuyue, such a well-behaved little sister, was bullied to death. I'm heartbroken and my head hurts from crying.]
Tao Yun, who was on the video call, was also stunned, her face turning pale. "Xu Rui is actually this kind of person... So, he was killed by Yang Chuyue's ghost."
Xu Rui was a model student in front of her, often enthusiastically and proactively explaining problems, which made Tao Yun feel indignant about his death.
After seeing the grotesque and mean side of Xu Rui that she remembered, Tao Yun was speechless.
[Host, can you help Yang Chuyue's soul find peace?]
Lu Yao remained silent for a moment, then lightly tapped the copper coins with her fingertips. The three copper coins were arranged in a line on the table, with the top one trembling slightly, revealing the Li hexagram.
“Li represents fire, and fire governs brightness and darkness.” She raised her eyes, her gaze piercing through the screen. “In this cause and effect, the karmic fire formed by the obsession of the living is more scorching than the yin energy of the underworld.”
The live chat exploded instantly:
Holy crap, the coin is standing upright!
Was it a person or a ghost that killed Xu Rui?
"At Yang Chuyue's funeral, someone placed an ancient jade in her mouth."
"That is a yin-yang twin soul-summoning jade. The green side is engraved with the Rebirth Mantra, and the white side is written with the Soul-Guiding Scripture."
"Ghosts have no future; they are forever trapped in the past, and so the curtain of revenge is drawn."
Lu Yao recounted her story in detail.
She took out a yellow talisman and gently waved it over the candlelight.
In the smoke from the burning talisman, one or two overlapping human silhouettes vaguely appeared.
“She should have crossed the River of Oblivion and entered the cycle of reincarnation again.” Lu Yao’s voice was as soft as a sigh. “It was you who used your obsession as a rope to bind her to this world, preventing her from escaping.”
"Look at Chu Yue now," Lu Yao sighed. "She's consumed by resentment; she's nothing like the girl who used to feed the cat."
“Chu Yue’s mother, is this what you wanted? It’s time to send her away,” she said softly.
[Holy crap! So Mom used the ancient jade to summon her daughter's soul back?!]
Am I the only one curious about that jade pendant? With such incredible power, host, please tell us its origins!
There's definitely a price to pay; the returned dead won't be the same as before.
In a dimly lit room, a middle-aged woman faces a screen, tears streaming down her face.
If Tao Yun could see this, she would be surprised to find that this person was actually their homeroom teacher, Teacher Li.
Li Qingzi.
Behind her, the shadow on the wall twisted and shifted between the girl and the vengeful ghost, seeping out traces of blood.
Lu Yao's voice was calm: "Message me privately. Let her be free."
...
After Li Qingzi signed the divorce agreement, the nib of her pen tore through the paper.
"My daughter is mine." Her ex-husband, Yang Zhiqiang, slammed the agreement on the table. "A woman who won't even breastfeed deserves to be a mother?"
It was raining heavily outside the courthouse.
Li Qingzi pleaded with her ex-husband, "Let me spend the weekend with her, just two days, or even just one day."
Yang Zhiqiang rolled his eyes at her. "Aren't you going to be an excellent teacher? You should be tutoring students on weekends."
That evening, while packing her luggage at the teachers' apartment, Li Qingzi discovered a crayon drawing that Xiaoyue had secretly slipped into her coat pocket.
Two tiny, crooked figures holding hands.
The childish handwriting read: I want my mom.
During the Spring Festival, she squatted at the entrance of Yangjia Community with bags full of gifts and snacks.
The security guard told her, "Mr. Yang and his family have gone to Hainan."
On Children's Day, the smartwatch she sent was returned unopened.
A note with Yang Zhiqiang's flamboyant handwriting was affixed to the box: "Get lost."
Her ex-husband wouldn't let her see Xiaoyue, so Li Qingzi could only devote herself entirely to her work.
The red pen used to correct homework became her only tool for venting.
On her fifth Teachers' Day, she was named an outstanding teacher at the provincial level.
On the podium, the flashes from the cameras made her vision blur.
I vaguely saw Xiaoyue sitting in the last row wearing a school uniform, but upon closer inspection, she was just a child brought by a reporter.
Soon, Xiaoyue started junior high school.
At this time, the girl was growing the fastest. Li Qingzi sent a box of carefully selected clothes, and this time they were not returned, which made her very happy.
Her ex-husband's attitude finally softened, probably because he had a new wife and was about to welcome a new life.
Li Qingzi is becoming increasingly dedicated to her work and wants to secure a transfer opportunity.
In the future, I will have more opportunities to see Xiaoyue and make up for the years we were apart.
Once her ex-husband has a new child, he might let go and return Xiaoyue to her.
Li Qingzi was filled with anticipation.
However, a phone call at two in the morning felt like a knife stabbing into my eardrum.
Li Qingzi was grading monthly exam essays, her red pen pausing on the paper.
"Are you Yang Chuyue's mother? This is Pushan Police Station."
Her pen fell to the ground with a thud.
The incandescent light bulbs in the morgue hummed, casting a bluish-gray light on the tiled floor.
The moment the forensic doctor lifted the white sheet, Li Qingzi's pupils contracted sharply.
The first time I saw Xiaoyue wearing the pink sweatshirt I sent her was in this scene, and it was covered in mud.
She tearfully brushed aside the stray hairs on her daughter's forehead, feeling the cold touch on her fingertips.
The little girl who used to snuggle into her arms and act cute in her memory now lies quietly, her eyelashes casting two bluish shadows on her pale cheeks.
Li Qingzi sorted through Xiaoyue's belongings.
Page 37 of Yang Chuyue's diary:
"October 15: Xu Rui poured ink on my head and said, 'Your mother doesn't want you, that's why she threw you to your father.'"
"November 22nd: My pen was thrown into the toilet. Wang Qiang said your mom must have run off with some other man. But Mom clearly said she went to earn money to take me away..."
There were mottled tear stains on the diary.
Li Qingzi held Yang Chuyue's diary and wept uncontrollably.
She walked aimlessly down the street, intending to go to a children's clothing store to pick out the light blue princess dress that Xiaoyue had always wanted, but at the corner, she was stopped by a faint scent of sandalwood.
The funeral shop's signboard was old, with cracks from years of weathering embedded in the wood grain.
As the door was pushed open, a soft copper bell rang. The old woman sitting behind the counter looked up, a simple wooden hairpin tucked into her silver hair.
“Young lady,” the old woman’s voice was like sandpaper rubbing against your skin, “your heart is full of hatred.”
Li Qingzi's fingernails dug into the cover of the diary, which still smelled of disinfectant from the morgue.
“My daughter is only fourteen years old. How could they be so mean? They're all children too.”
The old woman looked at her with pity.
"Yin-Yang Jade." The old woman's withered fingers took out a piece of blood-stained ancient jade from the brocade pouch. "Blue face for ferrying souls, red face for summoning souls. But there will be a price."
The jade pendant is dark red all over, with a golden thread-like pattern winding like a tear in the center.
"Will it shorten my lifespan? Will I suffer retribution?" Li Qingzi snatched the jade pendant. "As long as Xiaoyue can come back..."
On the day of the funeral, Li Qingzi knelt before the coffin and placed the piece of blood jade given to her by the old woman into her daughter's mouth.
At midnight, the candles in the mourning hall suddenly went out all at once.
A creaking sound came from the doorway.
Li Qingzi looked up and saw her daughter, wearing a pink sweatshirt and with her hair in a ponytail, standing at the door, looking exactly the same as the day she fell from the building.
"Mom." Yang Chuyue tilted her head and laughed happily, the jade pendant around her neck glowing with an eerie red light. "I knew you would come to pick me up."
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