Assistant Li stared dreamily at Nan Yuanman, who was talking to the little paper doll. He tried his best to convince himself that kids like to talk to their toys. His nephew even recognized an Ultraman toy as his master, saying that he would become light with his master to save the world!
It's just talking to a little paper doll, nothing to be surprised about, haha.
The next second, Assistant Li heard the little paper figure in Nan Yuanman's hand speak: "I don't know..."
Sheng Hanxiang's voice trembled: "But whenever I see her, I feel uncomfortable all over, angry, sad, and I really want to..."
She pursed her lips, glanced at Nan Yuanman, and instead of uttering the bloody words that followed, said, "Even if she wasn't the one who killed me, she should still be related to my death."
Assistant Li: "???"
Assistant Li: "!!!"
Assistant Li's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, as he pointed at the little paper figure in Nan Yuanman's hand, speechless: "Little Miss, the paper figure is talking!"
"This is a new toy that Dad bought for me. It's normal for it to talk!" Nan Yuanman reassured Assistant Li perfunctorily. As soon as the elevator stopped, she wiggled her little bottom and ran out, leaving Assistant Li standing dumbfounded in the elevator.
Assistant Li withdrew his gaze from the thin paper figure in Nan Yuanman's hand, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony..."
"There are no ghosts in this world, there are no ghosts..."
"Big cousin! Sixth brother!"
Nan Yuanman shouted loudly for Feng Jingcheng and Feng Zining, and pushed open the office door with all her might, saying, "I just met an old lady downstairs. She might be related to Sister Sheng's death!"
Feng Jingcheng watched as her little face turned rosy from running, with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. He took out a wet tissue and wiped the sweat from her brow before asking, "What's her name?"
Nan Yuanman was stunned. The tuft of hair on her head twitched, and she scratched her chin somewhat embarrassedly: "I... I forgot to ask. I only remember that Uncle Li called her Miss Sun."
"Miss Sun? Sun Mengman?" Feng Jingcheng frowned. The only person who could come to the Feng Group to find Feng Zining was Sun Mengman.
As soon as Feng Jingcheng uttered the name Sun Mengman, Sheng Hanxiang, who had been calming down in Nan Yuanman's hands, began to show signs of losing control again.
The icy, bone-chilling yin energy spread uncontrollably through Nan Yuanman's palm, instantly turning her small, chubby hands black.
Feng Jingcheng and Feng Zining were taken aback: "Perfect!"
The two instinctively reached out, trying to snatch the paper doll that Sheng Hanxiang was hiding from Nan Yuanman's hands, but suddenly saw a flash of golden light, and the turbulent yin energy and ghost energy were instantly cleansed.
Feng Zining and Feng Jingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't let Nan Yuanman continue holding Sheng Hanxiang. They took the little paper figure out of her hand and placed it on the desk.
Sheng Hanxiang seemed oblivious, sitting trembling on the table, her hands covering her head, muttering absentmindedly, "Sun Mengman... Sun Mengman... Sun Mengman..."
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng looked at Sheng Hanxiang cautiously. Nan Yuanman asked softly, "Sister Sheng, did you remember something?"
Feng Zining pursed his lips, not daring to make a sound, for fear of provoking her.
Sheng Hanxiang became lost in her own world. Before her death, due to the shock, fragments of memories that she had deliberately forgotten resurfaced in an overwhelming flood.
The scene in that dark room flashed before her eyes: her sweet embrace with 'Feng Zining' in the darkness, their awkward kisses, and her decision to give him her whole heart.
Then the room lights suddenly turned on, and she saw three strange men in the room. The shock and panic that shot straight to her head made her lose control and ask them who they were.
They, however, said they were all her 'Feng Zining'.
They pinned her down and violated her wantonly; they relished her breakdown, her struggle, her despair.
Overnight, she fell into hell.
Afterwards, they told her to blame Sun Mengman, as she was the one who made them do it.
They laughed at her for being naive, for a toad trying to eat swan meat, for an ordinary girl like her to dream of climbing up the Feng family.
They were sent by Sun Mengman to shatter her ridiculous delusion.
But Sun Mengman... was her first good friend from high school, and a friend she had kept in touch with after graduation. She was her... best friend.
Including the love letters Feng Zining gave her, which were initially given to her by Sun Mengman.
She said that the ugly duckling will turn into a swan, and ordinary girls can also be dazzling and be seen by the people they like.
She encouraged her when she lacked confidence, and she also said that she and 'Feng Zining' were the best match.
It turns out, it was all a lie.
It turns out that all of this was planned by Sun Mengman, a complete scam targeting her!
It turns out... she never wanted to be friends with her at all. In her eyes, Sheng Hanxiang was nothing but a complete clown.
"laugh……"
A faint sound, like paper tearing, rang out.
A small crack appeared on the paper doll that Sheng Hanxiang was possessing. Nan Yuanman's round face instantly turned extremely serious. She stepped forward and grabbed her hand: "Sister Sheng! Stop! You can't think about it anymore!"
No one knows how much shock Sheng Hanxiang suffered before her death, but when she remembered, the impact on her soul was so great!
It shattered her soul!
If you keep letting her think about it, she will destroy herself because she can't bear it!
Sheng Hanxiang trembled, having completely lost her reason and composure, repeatedly muttering the name Sun Mengman.
Her voice, filled with anguish and growing increasingly shrill, cried out, "Why...why did you do this to me...why!!"
Seeing this, Nan Yuanman apologized and took out a talisman, sticking it on the little paper figure.
The little paper figure swayed and then fell to the ground with a thud. Sheng Hanxiang lost consciousness immediately, but the little paper figure's hand was still twitching slightly.
"Is she alright?" Feng Zining hesitated for a few seconds, then pointed at Sheng Hanxiang and asked.
"Something's wrong." Nan Yuanman nodded with a serious expression: "She almost lost her soul!"
"I used a soul-stabilizing talisman to calm her down."
As soon as she finished speaking, the soul-suppressing talisman on Sheng Hanxiang's body burst into flames with a "whoosh," and the pure, dark ghost power on her body turned blood red in the blink of an eye, with overwhelming resentment surging from her body.
The paper doll containing her soul shattered with a tear, and Sheng Hanxiang, now a vengeful ghost, appeared before Nan Yuanman and the other two.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
Her eyes widened in disbelief. Sister Sheng had actually forcibly torn the Soul-Stabilizing Talisman to shreds! And she had even become a vengeful ghost!
The ghostly aura emanating from Sheng Hanxiang surged and trembled, causing the documents in the office to be scattered by the yin wind, falling to the ground like snowflakes.
Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with deep hatred. She threw her head back and let out a long howl before rushing out of the office.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
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