Chapter 102
That night, Wang Jiazhi dreamed of a female ghost in red clothes with her head chopped off. Her body was covered in blood and she was holding her head in one hand. Her head was covered with dirty and bloody hair and her face was also covered in blood, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.
Wang Jiazhi woke with a start. The room was dark and quiet. It was only a little after four o'clock. She lay down and could not fall asleep again.
When she woke up the next day, she noticed the camellia in the ball of yarn. She felt uncomfortable no matter how she looked at it, so she took it out and asked someone to throw it outside.
But ever since then, she's had the same dream every night. She can't sleep well at night, and even when she catches up on sleep during the day, she still dreams about it. The lack of sleep has left her feeling dazed and disoriented, and she's developed new ailments. It's not painful, it's hard to pinpoint where it hurts, but it's just a general discomfort, a nauseating unease. Especially at night, she constantly feels like there's a ghost in the house, and even with the door closed, she feels uneasy, as if a ghost is trying to break in.
She had never been afraid of the dark. Her mother had passed away early, and her father had gone abroad with her younger brother, leaving her alone at home. She had never been afraid, day or night. She felt that even living in a cemetery at night wouldn't frighten her, so why was she so timid now?
One day it was raining heavily, so she took Dabai into the house. Dabai started barking at her door.
Although many people in her hometown believed in gods and ghosts, Wang Jiazhi didn't. But this time, she also felt that she might have seen a ghost.
She always felt that she had seen the ghost there before. One day, she was forcing herself to play mahjong with the other ladies when suddenly a light bulb went off in her head and she broke out in a cold sweat.
Isn’t that Meng Shunying!
Suddenly she understood. Although she didn't know the specific reason, it was not surprising.
The next day, Wang Jiazhi couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried. She lay in bed all day, unable to eat. She knew this wouldn't happen after days of poor sleep and food. She couldn't figure out what illness she had, or if it was something else. She decided to go see a doctor if things didn't get any worse tomorrow.
Wang Jiazhi wasn't afraid. She wasn't even afraid of Lao Yi, let alone Meng Shunying. It was just that being so sick was very sad.
Outside, they were playing mahjong, and she could hear the sounds of shuffling cards and laughter. She dozed off for a moment before being awakened by a dream.
Before I knew it, the door opened and the bedside lamp turned on.
"What's wrong?"
He put his head close to hers to see if she had a fever.
She rested her head on his legs, looking sick, and told him what had happened in the past few days.
"It must not be from a movie. It's not that scary."
At first, she wondered if it was one of those gruesome, dead-looking housekeepers in movies, but she didn't think it was realistic, and she wasn't that timid. When Kuang Yumin first mentioned the assassination plot, she'd thought it implausible. But since she'd joined, she'd read a lot of murder and assassination novels and watched a lot of movies to brush up on the theory. She'd seen far scarier ones, so it wasn't a big deal.
The strange thing is that camellia.
"I'll have someone take you there tomorrow."
He stroked her hair and back, and she fell asleep again. He put the ring on his hand under her pillow and didn't know when he went out.
It's really strange. This time I slept longer and the noise was not as serious.
The next day, Lao Yao took her to a place that was said to be a traditional Chinese medicine place, but she didn't look like one at all.
The middle-aged "doctor" asked what happened and said with a smile, "It's okay, just take some medicine."
After saying this, he went to the back. Old Yao followed him and said to him, "Thank you for taking care of the minister's concubine."
The man smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, don't worry."
Wang Jiazhi sat there bored for a while before they returned. After doing something she couldn't understand, the man smiled and said, "It's all done. It'll be fine."
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
The man smiled and escorted them out. Lao Yao opened the car door and asked her to go in first. The man whispered to Lao Yao, "It was a ghost that was haunting her, but it's been driven away. We also need to have the person with the most evil spirit burn this in the house."
Then he handed the things to Lao Yao.
Wang Jiazhi couldn't hear what they were saying in the car. She saw Lao Yao put something in his pocket and got into the car.
He said to her, "Mrs. Mai, come home in the evening. I'll drive you wherever you want to go."
Wang Jiazhi asked the driver to drop her off at a place and found a cafe. She thought about this matter all afternoon, and when she remembered to leave, it was already five o'clock.
When I got home, the ladies were playing cards. Mrs. Liao asked, "I think Mr. Yi came back at noon."
Mrs. Yi said, "He came back in a hurry and left again. He must have left something behind."
Wang Jiazhi said goodbye and went back to her room. When she opened the door, there was a smell of burning paper.
She changed her clothes and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already nine o'clock the next day. Surprisingly, she hadn't dreamed and her body felt much more relaxed.
She asked the driver to return the ring to him.
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