"Ah..." A scream suddenly sounded in the dormitory late at night, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Everyone in the dormitory was awakened by the shrill scream and looked at the source of the sound with sleepy eyes - Li Zhao.
Their faces were filled with confusion and puzzlement, as if asking: "Li Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
Facing the concerned looks from his roommates, Li Zhao took a deep breath and tried to calm his fear. "It must be a nightmare. I'm going to wash my face."
As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom and tried to wash away the shock on his face with cold water.
When he raised his head to look at the mirror, he caught a glimpse of Song Jiao behind him out of the corner of his eye.
At that moment, his heart trembled violently, and he almost threw the towel in his hand away. He turned around slowly and saw Song Jiao standing there, staring at him expressionlessly.
"You can see me! Stop pretending!" Song Jiao's voice was cold and ethereal, making Li Zhao shiver.
Li Zhao's body began to tremble uncontrollably. "Aunt, if you have something to say, please say it nicely. There's no need to do this! I wasn't the one who killed you, so don't follow me. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Tell me and I'll help you fulfill them." He tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but the trembling in his tone betrayed his inner fear.
Song Jiao sighed softly, "Don't be afraid! I just came here to chat with you because I'm bored. No one else can see me, only you can see me." As she spoke, she moved closer to Li Zhao.
Li Zhao now just wanted to escape from this horrifying scene, "Well... I'm a human! You're a ghost. If we want to chat, it's not human language, ghost language is not right for us. We are not suitable for chatting." He said as he backed away, fearing that Song Jiao would suddenly pounce on him.
Song Jiao seemed dissatisfied with Li Zhao's reaction. She clicked her tongue and said, "You're so boring! I won't talk to you anymore." After that, she turned around and floated back to the hammock, continuing to lie there and watch her gay comics, as if everything that had just happened was just a small episode.
The next day, an uninvited guest arrived in Li Zhao's dormitory - the male protagonist Xia Li.
As soon as he entered the room, he keenly noticed Song Jiao's presence, but he did not make a sound. Instead, he quietly observed the female ghost.
He wanted to know what the purpose of this female ghost was and why she appeared here.
Xia Li looked around, then locked his eyes on Song Jiao who was reading a gay comic.
"Wife, look at what kind of ghost this is? She doesn't seem to be afraid of me at all. Most ghosts will be scared when they see me and sense your presence." Xia Li turned his head and said to the woman in red behind him.
As soon as the woman in red appeared, the temperature in the dormitory seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.
Her gaze shot towards Song Jiao like ice knives, and she was stunned for a moment after seeing Song Jiao clearly.
Although the female ghost in front of him looked fine, the ghost energy on her body was soaring, even stronger than his own.
"Be careful and don't mess with her. Even I may not be able to defeat this ghost! She is not an ordinary ghost." The red-clothed female ghost's tone was full of seriousness and fear.
When Xia Li heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
He looked at Song Jiao, trying to find the hidden power beneath her seemingly harmless appearance.
However, no matter how he observed her, Song Jiao always gave people a cute and harmless feeling, which made him hard to believe the warning of the female ghost in red.
"Better than you?" Xia Li asked in disbelief.
"Just remember what I said." The red-clothed female ghost didn't say anything else. She disappeared into the air in a flash, leaving Xia Li and Song Jiao looking at each other in bewilderment.
Song Jiao looked at the direction where the red-clothed female ghost disappeared, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing an unfathomable smile.
She slowly turned around and met Xia Li's searching gaze. The atmosphere between them suddenly grew tense, as if an invisible contest was quietly unfolding.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from the corner of the dormitory, accompanied by a strange chill, filling the entire space with a mysterious and uneasy atmosphere.
Xia Li couldn't help but shudder. He realized that this ghost seemed to be really strong.
Soon, everyone else in the dormitory went to eat, and only Song Jiao and Xia Li were left in the dormitory.
Song Jiao just looked at Xia Li quietly, her deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
Suddenly, she squeezed her hand and the female ghost in red was pulled out from Xia Li's body.
The female ghost in red was instantly pulled out by Song Jiao's power and flew towards Song Jiao's hammock involuntarily.
Her face was filled with fear, and she was suppressed by Song Jiao's powerful aura and unable to move. Song Jiao looked at her intriguingly, with a hint of amusement in her tone: "Tell me, how many of his kind have you helped him recruit? Hmm? Do you rely on your own strength to force them to sign a contract?"
The female ghost in red was pressed on the hammock, her face full of fear.
She struggled to explain, but her voice was too trembling to be coherent: "No...it's not like that."
Song Jiao reached out her hand and gently lifted the chin of the red-clothed ghost girl, a faint smirk on her lips: "Really? I don't like people who tell lies."
Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the red-clothed ghost's chin and swung it hard, throwing her to the ground. Then, Song Jiao stood up and stepped hard on the red-clothed ghost with her legs. Her eyes revealed a cold and majestic look: "Are you really unwilling to tell the truth?"
The female ghost in red was trampled to the point of being unable to move, and could only look at Song Jiao in horror, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
Xia Li stood aside, staring at the scene in amazement, his heart filled with shock and fear. "Let go of my wife!"
Song Jiao raised her eyes and looked at Xia Li, a strange smile on her lips, "What? Are you heartbroken? If you want to exchange your wife, you have to let go of all the ghosts you accepted before."
"If they want to follow you voluntarily, I won't care! But if they don't want to, let them all go."
Lixia was a little hesitant. He had never seen a ghost with such powerful strength, nor had he ever thought that his ghost wife could be subdued so easily by others.
You know, the ghosts we encountered before would kneel down on the ground as soon as they saw my sister-in-law.
Song Jiao put more force on her feet, "It seems like you're just a life-saving talisman to him. He wouldn't even want to trade you for someone else!"
The female ghost in red didn't even glance at Song Jiao. She was pressed to the ground but still didn't say a word.
Very good, Song Jiao likes such hard bones. She raised her hand and grabbed it hard. The man in red was strangled by the throat by a powerful force and looked painful.
"Red clothes!" Xia Li shouted anxiously.
Then he immediately took out all the soul urns and placed them on the ground, "Don't touch Hongyi, they are all here, let her go!"
"As long as you don't hurt her, I can do anything!"
If the ghost is gone, he can still rely on the red clothes to catch it again, but if the red clothes are gone, he must die too!
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