Wang Luan let out a high-pitched scream, and white smoke hissed from the spot where Sheh had grabbed her.
She struggled to escape, but to no avail.
Sheh found her noisy, so he grabbed a corner of a red dress from the side and stuffed it into Wang Luan's mouth. To his surprise, Wang Luan screamed even more in panic.
Her lips looked like they were covered in blood blisters, and the red dress had ruined them, leaving only her bare gums, which was horrifying.
"Much weaker than I expected." Shekh was all prepared for battle, but he didn't expect Wang Luan to be so incompetent, catching him red-handed as soon as he was caught.
If she's this simple, the other two ghosts will be even easier to deal with. Is this all there is to 30% of the escape attempts?
That's not even comparable to Chai Anan back then.
Is this normal?
The first thing Xiao Fang heard when she came to her senses, shivering from the cold, was this. She thought to herself, "Is this something a human being could say?"
He couldn't move at all; he was almost possessed, and his head is still throbbing with pain.
You said it was so weak?
If Wang Luan is so weak, then wouldn't I be nothing but a piece of dirt in her eyes?
Shekh was unaware that he had unwittingly dealt a devastating blow to the young Fang, making him question the meaning of life.
When Wang Luan revealed her true form, Shi Jinzhe felt a chill emanating from the soles of his feet. He corrected Shehe: "It's not that she's weak, it's that you're too powerful."
You evolved twice on your very first day in this dungeon!
“Okay.” Shekh reluctantly accepted this explanation.
The purple mist bound Wang Luan, and Shi Jinzhe placed a stool behind Shehe so that she could sit down and talk.
Before sitting down, Sheh glanced towards the door and saw a splash of red. She said to Wang Luan directly, "Tell me the truth, and hurry up."
Even after being arrested, Wang Luan held her head high: "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I confess? And who are you? Why should I listen to you?"
"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it." Shekh had already gotten a lot of answers from her attitude; she didn't care if this ghost wanted to be wiped out.
Sheh pulled his hand away from Shi Jinzhe's grasp and transformed back into his human form with a snake's tail.
Staring at that tangled tail, Shi Jinzhe vaguely felt that the color of her snake tail seemed to have darkened a little.
Wang Luan, struggling to breathe from the tail's grip, asked haltingly, "What are you? Why can you touch me?"
Why won't you let her go even after you've become a ghost!
Sheh did not answer, but continued to intensify his efforts until Wang Luan's ghostly aura was almost dissipated, and finally the door was pushed open.
Manager Zhang walked in calmly, carrying the body of the deceased Xiao Wan on his back. He showed no shock at seeing a living person in his room, nor did he feel fear at seeing the Shekh snake's tail.
She placed Xiaowan in front of Wang Luan, her tone mocking, "You really would eat people for your own ends, huh? Oh, no, you already ate my father's blood-soaked buns with that beast Jueping."
"I'm your mother! How dare you talk to me like that? Where's your manners?"
Manager Zhang ignored those words and, regaining his senses, covered Wang Luan with the entire red dress from the hanger.
Wang Luan trembled under the red cloth, her body gradually collapsing, as if covered by a lump of slime.
After calmly finishing this task, she finally looked at the people in the room.
"Why are you investigating me? You don't look like public officials who want to bring me to justice."
Instead, they seem like charlatans who solve riddles every day.
Manager Zhang didn't hide anything; all four of them had come here and seen Wang Luan, so they knew what they needed to know.
"I just want to know what happened to you." Shi Jinzhe gestured for Manager Zhang to look at the white fog outside the window.
“This white fog will not dissipate for at least four more days. If the snake skin you released is taken away, the safety of the other guests will also be threatened. Xiaowan is just the first one. You can't take care of everyone by yourself, but we can let Wang Luan die again to make things easier for you.”
"Are you trying to morally blackmail me?"
Shi Jinzhe shrugged indifferently, "Yes, it's shameful, but it's useful to you."
Anyway, he has no morals now, so he can only manipulate others.
“We will not call the police or tell anyone what you did. Just tell us what you want to say. You can skip over the parts you don’t want to talk about. We only want to hear the main reasons.”
Manager Zhang lowered her eyes to look at Wang Luan, whose body had become ethereal again. She stared at the purple snake tail for a few seconds, and her attitude softened.
“This woman is Wang Luan, my mother. From the time I can remember, my memories of her are only of beatings, scoldings, and being forced to study, as well as the idea that I have given everything for you and that you must repay me and listen to me.”
Manager Zhang recounted Wang Luan's deeds one by one, as if he were telling someone else's story, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
“I once studied so hard that I vomited, the kind of physiological nausea and vomiting, but she ignored it and continued to make me do those problems until 3 a.m., while vomiting and doing them, because she was going to take me to see Lu Xiaohui the next day to show her my ‘genius’.”
“But the next day I developed a high fever and fainted, and Wang Luan had to take me to the hospital.” Manager Zhang sneered, “Seeing her attitude towards me, the doctor thought I was a child she had abducted, and while she was paying the bill, he secretly asked for my father’s contact information.”
When her father, Zhang Xun, was mentioned, the coldness on her face lessened a bit. “Wang Luan doesn’t work, so only my father earns money in the family. His job requires him to travel frequently, and sometimes he’s gone for half a year at a time. My impression of him when I was a child was that he was an uncle who would give me money and come to see me once every few months.”
"It wasn't until the doctor called that time, when he rushed back from out of town and saw the bruises on my body from Wang Luan, that he realized that this was how my genius came about."
Shi Jin asked her, "Didn't you hate your father when you were a child?"
"No, why would I harbor hatred towards a stranger who gave me money?" Manager Zhang said, chuckling to himself.
"Realizing his neglect of the family, my dad quit his job and found a new job closer to home to make up for my lack of income. He kept an eye on Wang Luan every day to prevent her from hitting or scolding me. He also took some of his study time to teach me how to live independently and to travel and broaden my horizons."
"But changing jobs also brought new problems. His income decreased, which made Wang Luan more resentful of him."
Manager Zhang pointed to Wang Luan, who had been coiled up by the snake's tail and turned into a puddle, with only her head and face remaining.
"In Heping Town, my dad's monthly salary of 20,000 yuan is more than enough to support three people. Unfortunately, I have a mother who is obsessed with comparison to the point of madness. She compares herself to her best friend Lu Xiaohui in everything. A piece of clothing costs tens of thousands of yuan, a bag costs hundreds of thousands of yuan, and she gives gifts of five thousand or ten thousand yuan or more during holidays. She doesn't need to work, so all the pressure is transferred to my dad. He is very tired..."
Manager Zhang took a deep breath and continued, "Later, on my eighteenth birthday, my father had an accident. He saved a girl who was being harassed in an alley, but it ruined his own life."
"After his death, Wang Luan lost her source of income and became increasingly extreme. Lu Xiaohui took her to stay in a hotel. Under the invisible comparison, she cursed my father every day for being incompetent. She even brought up the surname, saying, 'They're both Zhang, so why is Zhang Anguo rich while he's not?'"
At this point, Manager Zhang's emotions finally changed noticeably: "Isn't it ridiculous? Even this can be blamed on my father."
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