Chapter 110 Another Curse
Li Qingzi opened her arms and tightly embraced her daughter's cold soul.
"Silly child." Her trembling fingers ran through her daughter's translucent hair, touching the horrifying indentation at the back of her head. "Does it hurt?"
Yang Chuyue raised her pale face, her dilated eyes oozing black blood: "They... stuck sanitary napkins... on my chair. Xu Rui said I don't have a mother."
Li Qingzi's tears dripped onto her daughter's chest, washing away the mottled bloodstains: "Mom will make those people pay the price."
"Blood for blood." Yang Chuyue's fingernails suddenly grew long, scratching five bloody marks on her mother's back. "I'll make them all suffer a terrible death!"
"Okay." Li Qingzi wiped away the blood and tears from her daughter's face. "Mom will remember for you."
The dark red patterns on the jade pendant glowed with an eerie light, casting the shadows of the mother and daughter onto the wall, transforming them into menacing vengeful demons.
At the start of the new semester, the principal enthusiastically introduced the new head of the Chinese language teaching and research group: "Teacher Li is a special-grade teacher, specially recruited from Huizhi Middle School."
Li Qingzi bowed with a smile.
On the first day of school, Li Qingzi stood on the podium, her fingertips lightly tracing Xu Rui's name on the attendance list.
"Today we will study 'The Injustice to Dou E'." Her voice was soft, but it sent a chill down Xu Rui's spine in the last row. "Let's see how the injustices in this world are finally resolved."
Under the desk, her left hand tightly gripped the increasingly hot blood jade.
Since transferring to this school, the gold threads on the jade pendant have gradually dimmed, replaced by spiderweb-like black patterns.
It was Xiaoyue's resentment that was eroding this antique.
When the school bell rang, she called out to Xu Rui: "You have a real talent for writing. Come to my office after school and get a reference book."
She tucked a strand of Xiaoyue's hair into her reference book. Xu Rui took it, and from then on, he would be entangled with Xiaoyue.
The corridor lights flickered on and off.
Xu Rui felt a chill run down his spine as he left the office, as if someone was following him. When he turned around, he only saw Teacher Li standing at the door watching him go.
Xu Rui walked to the stairwell, preparing to go downstairs, when suddenly his body stiffened.
He slowly turned his head, and in the window of the stairwell, he could vaguely see a girl in a pink hoodie standing next to him.
"Teacher Li..." Xu Rui's voice trembled, "Did you see it?"
"What did you see?" Li Qingzi asked. "Xu Rui, are you under too much pressure and hallucinating?"
Xu Rui mustered his courage and took another look; the girl was indeed gone.
He forced a smile. "It's alright, teacher. I was just seeing things."
Later, that figure appeared more and more frequently, omnipresent.
He knew that Yang Chuyue had come back to find him.
Xu Rui was led to the rooftop by the illusion woven by Yang Chuyue.
His body lay twisted at an eerie angle on the concrete floor, like a broken puppet.
Li Qingzi stood in the shadows of the teaching building, watching her daughter squatting beside the corpse, a happy smile on her face.
"Xiaoyue..."
The girl raised her head, her mouth stretching to her ears, a smile with an inhuman ferocity: "Mom, Zhang Qiang is next."
She counted on her pale fingers, "Then it's Wang Lei, Li Hao..."
With each name announced, her pupils faded a little, eventually turning a cloudy grayish-white.
Li Qingzi suddenly remembered that when her daughter was six years old, she had also counted her birthday wishes on her fingers: "I want to go to the amusement park, I want to eat strawberry cake..."
"Enough!"
She lunged forward to hug her daughter, but only managed to embrace a cloud of cold, metallic mist.
The blood jade was burning hot against his chest, and the cracks had spread to its core.
Li Qingzi finally understood what the old woman meant by the price: the returning souls would ultimately become another kind of curse.
If this continues, Xiaoyue will become a real vengeful ghost.
Li Qingzi went back to that street to look for the funeral shop and the old woman, but the place was empty, with no trace of its existence.
She had no choice but to inquire everywhere.
Later, I heard that a popular metaphysical streamer once performed a ritual to release the vengeful spirits of the water ghosts in Youmeng Lake during a live broadcast.
It's called the Millennium Open Network.
So she kept watching, never missing a single live stream, hoping one day she could become a kindred spirit and ask the streamer to help Xiaoyue pass on to the afterlife.
Unexpectedly, Xu Rui's classmate came to have his fortune told, and the anchor revealed the truth.
They even advised her to let Xiaoyue go.
The screen reflected Li Qingzi's haggard face and her daughter, who was faintly visible behind her.
Xiaoyue, who used to feed stray cats, is now writing blood-stained names on windowpanes with her hands covered in lividity.
"Please..." Li Qingzi's tears fell onto the keyboard, "Save my daughter."
Please help that kind child who buys cat food for stray cats.
Lu Yao immediately accepted Li Qingzi's request to connect.
Everyone saw the exhausted face of a mother.
Yang Chuyue's mother is so pitiful...
[Is there any legal advice? The ghost of Yang Chuyue, summoned by Yang Chuyue's mother, caused Xu Rui's death. Is Yang Chuyue's mother legally responsible?]
Please, please don't let me encounter this kind of question on my final exam!
Anyway, I'm innocent in my heart.
Lu Yao made a hand seal, and the candlelight beside her suddenly shot up three feet higher.
All viewers in the live stream saw images of Yang Chuyue during her lifetime appearing in the burning flames.
The gentle smile while feeding the cat, the bewilderment when the school uniform was stained with ink, and the last tearful moment when curled up in the corner of the rooftop.
However, these images shattered, and Yang Chuyue's ghostly figure emerged from the firelight. Her fingernails grew to the length of knives, and her once delicate face was now covered with bluish-purple corpse spots. Her mouth was torn, revealing menacing fangs.
"Xiaoyue!"
Li Qingzi's call was stuck in her throat, turning into a broken sob.
She looked at the figure before her, twisted by hatred, no longer the girl who would crouch at the alley entrance and softly call out Mimi's name.
The flames of revenge burned so fiercely that they destroyed even the most precious aspects of life.
The most painful realization is discovering that your obsession has pushed your child into an abyss more terrifying than death.
Lu Yao's talisman flew through the air, and the moment it touched the jade, the blood jade around Yang Chuyue's neck shattered.
In the instant the jade shattered, countless memories and images exploded—
The cotton candy from the amusement park is stuck in the palms of a mother and daughter holding hands; the jade pendant placed in the daughter's mouth at the funeral; and now, a twisted, vengeful spirit.
Yang Chuyue's ghost suddenly stopped struggling.
The rotting face peeled away like fallen leaves, revealing the tender face beneath.
She tilted her head, and her pupils became clear again.
“I know…” Her voice was as soft as a wind chime, “Xu Rui and the others lied to me, my mother loves me very much.”
Lu Yao seized the opportunity to throw out her last talisman: "Return home!"
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