Chapter 131 Why are you stopping me?
When we were fleeing for our lives back then, we didn't care about these material possessions.
Her mother's jade Guanyin pendant, which she had left behind in the villa, is now hanging around another girl's neck.
What's even more disgusting is that she got a clear look at Xu Qianqian's face.
Almond-shaped eyes, thin lips, and a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye... she looks about seven or eight parts like her.
It turns out that after her death, Yan Zekai devoted himself to this jade Guanyin statue.
This piece of jade passed around the necks of five girls in total.
He would give this jade piece as a gift every time he was in a relationship, and then use various means to get it back when they broke up.
All five girls resemble Shi Qiuyao, with Xu Qianqian being the most similar.
If Xu Qianqian hadn't accidentally come to Qixia Village to film a variety show and awakened Shi Qiuyao's ghost, she wouldn't have known that Yan Zekai could be so disgusting.
She wants to get her mother's jade Guanyin back.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream tore through the night sky, and Shi Qiuyao's ghost suddenly transformed into a blinding white light, rushing straight towards them with a chilling wind.
The director and cameraman were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and the camera crashed to the floor with a bang, the lens still faithfully recording this horrifying scene.
Xu Qianqian staggered backward, her back slamming heavily against the door frame.
You Qing exclaimed in alarm, shielding Xu Qianqian: "Be careful!"
Everyone thought Xu Qianqian was going to be in trouble, but then they saw that the white light bypassed them and went straight for Yan Zekai's throat!
"Bang!"
Yan Zekai fell to the ground in a sorry state, his neck being tightly gripped, his expensive suit covered in mud.
He looked up and was met with Shi Qiuyao's pale, ghostly face.
Her eyes had turned completely blood red, and her long hair danced in the air like a venomous snake.
“Yan Zekai…” The voice was chilling, each word like an ice pick piercing to the bone, “You dare… defile my mother’s belongings!”
Yan Zekai, however, seemed oblivious to the pain, reaching out his hand with a fervent look: "Qiu Yao... I'm doing all this to remember you..."
His voice trembled: "Look, I've found so many people who look like you... they all wear your favorite jade pendant..."
"Shut up!" Shi Qiuyao's fingernails grew three feet long, gleaming bluish-green in the moonlight.
She grabbed Yan Zekai by the neck and lifted him up.
Yan Zekai kicked wildly with his feet off the ground, his face gradually turning purple, yet he still laughed hoarsely.
"They... are not as good as you... only you... are my... true love..."
"Disgusting!" Shi Qiuyao's fingers tightened, and Yan Zekai's neck bones cracked under the strain. "You tortured me while I was alive, and now you're ruining my things even after I'm dead!"
Seeing this scene, Xu Qianqian's face turned pale, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
She stared at Yan Zekai's neck, where veins were bulging, her lips trembling slightly.
Even though she had just seen through the man's true colors, she still couldn't help but show a look of pity.
“A thousand-year-old master…” The director’s voice trembled as the camera shook in his hands. “This…this could kill someone!”
Lu Yao stood with her hands behind her back, her blue robes motionless in the cold wind: "Blood debts must be repaid in blood, and justice will prevail. You all heard how Yan Zekai treated this Miss Shi."
While these people were worried, Yan Zekai grinned with a maniacal smile.
"Kill me... Qiu Yao..." he murmured intermittently, "That way... we can... be together forever..."
Shi Qiuyao's ghostly figure suddenly trembled violently, and a hint of absurdity flashed in her blood-red eyes: "Even as a ghost, you won't let me go?"
She clenched her fingers tightly, her nails digging into his flesh: "Or are you trying to provoke me into letting you go this way? Let me tell you, no way!"
A foul stench filled Yan Zekai's lower body, and his legs twitched like a broken puppet.
His eyes bulged out, yet he still struggled to raise his hand, trying to touch her decaying face.
"Heh..." Shi Qiuyao admired his distorted face, ghostly energy surging around him.
She laughed; being a ghost was much more enjoyable than being a human.
The person who couldn't even open a bottle cap back then to maintain her figure can now easily crush his throat.
Just as Yan Zekai's pupils were about to dilate, a copper coin flew through the air and struck Shi Qiuyao's wrist with a "clang".
The cinnabar talisman on the copper coin burned her so badly that she screamed, and the ghostly hand immediately released its grip.
Yan Zekai collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, with five blackened finger marks on his neck, and his incontinent urine meandering into a thin stream on the ground.
"Since the Celestial Master says that blood debts must be repaid in blood, why are you stopping me?"
Shi Qiuyao's long hair danced wildly in the night wind.
Lu Yao's copper coin hung in mid-air, gleaming with a faint golden light: "This is the best cause and effect."
Shi Qiuyao's pupils contracted slightly.
She looked down at Yan Zekai, who was slumped on the ground.
The arrogant man was foaming at the mouth, his crotch was soaked with a foul-smelling liquid, and his left hand was strangely bent backward, like the leg she had broken when she jumped out of the window years ago.
"Heh..." She suddenly chuckled, releasing a wisp of black smoke as she released her grip. "Indeed, much more interesting than death."
Xu Qianqian huddled by the door, watching the female ghost drift in.
The imagined pain did not come; instead, I felt a lightness in my neck.
The jade pendant that Shi Qiuyao's mother passed down to her and then passed through the hands of five different people has finally been returned to its rightful owner.
Shi Qiuyao placed the jade pendant on her broken heart and revealed a serene smile.
The festering flesh began to heal, and the hideous, ghostly appearance gradually faded, revealing her original beautiful face.
Moonlight pierced through her transparent body, casting a blurry shadow on the ground.
“Master Celestial Master, there’s no need for a ritual.” She winked at Lu Yao, just like the lively girl she was in life. “This time, I’ll go on my own.”
A sudden night wind arose, and her figure shattered into countless points of light.
Dandelion seeds drifted in through the window, carrying the light as they flew into the night sky.
...
The special episode of "Rural Food Chronicles" set a new record for the highest viewership of a variety show in nearly five years on the night it aired.
The farm-style recipes carefully prepared by the program team went unnoticed; instead, the dimly lit and shaky eerie footage sparked heated discussions across the country.
In the control room, the director stared at the data and exclaimed in amazement: "Our episode has turned from a food documentary into a ghost story."
He pointed to the numbers on the screen and grinned: "Look at this peak, it's right at the moment when President Yan wet his pants."
A food blogger joked on Weibo: "I suggest renaming the show 'Ghosts on the Tip of Your Tongue,' it would double the appetite-enhancing effect."
On social media, the hashtag #MillennialMaster'sGhostCatchingRecords# garnered over 100 million views overnight.
After reading this episode, I deleted all the domineering CEO novels I had saved overnight [shivering]
[At first, I was very angry when I saw the master interrupt the female ghost's spell, but later I understood...]
This is seven lines of love, it's practically a horror movie! [splitting emoji]
Meanwhile, guesthouse bookings in Qixia Village are already booked for six months from now.
Many tourists specifically requested to stay in the room where Xu Qianqian encountered the ghost. The guide, Lao Li, couldn't stop smiling: "The ghost room costs 588 yuan a night, and city people are scrambling to stay there! This is much more profitable than farming."
A winding path was gradually worn into the dandelion field on the back hill.
Even before the morning dew has dried, you can see tourists carrying selfie sticks walking up the slope.
Fresh bouquets are always placed on Shi Qiuyao's grave, sometimes wild chrysanthemums covered with morning dew, sometimes white roses brought from the city.
...
Xu Qianqian pushed open the door to the VIP ward, where the smell of disinfectant was mixed with the stench of urine.
Yan Zekai was strapped to the hospital bed like a specimen, with a ventilator tube inserted into his throat.
His examination report showed unexplained high-level paraplegia, interruption of all nerve conduction, accompanied by lifelong urinary and fecal incontinence, respiratory muscle paralysis, and reliance on a ventilator.
Youqing said that the yin energy had eroded his cervical spinal cord nerves.
The light from the bedside monitor shone on his distorted face.
Xu Qianqian finally understood Lu Yao's intention in interrupting Shi Qiuyao back then.
Death is liberation, but living and suffering the consequences of one's own evil deeds is the true hell of endless suffering.
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