Her twisted neck made a strange cracking sound, her rolled-back eyes turned to the red figure on her right, and a mix of fear and pain came intermittently.
"Wang Qiuyu brought her cousin, who pushed me into the water. I grabbed a rock to fight back, but was knocked unconscious. Then, behind me, hiss... ah!"
Consciousness was blurred, filled with a feeling of suffocation and impending death, like being drowned.
This must have been her last feeling before she died.
I was lost in thought. It turned out that the owner of those green pre-Liberation shoes was Wang Qiuyu's cousin, and this Wang Qiuyu seemed to be the deputy factory director's daughter. It turned out that she was the one who killed Xiaofang.
The flickering red figure on the right suddenly erupted with an even more piercing, silent shriek, its face contorted in a grotesque grimace: "Shut up, you bitch! He's mine, Guohua is mine! He lied to me, he said he only loved me, but he still had you in his heart, so he's dead too. None of you will live, haha, red shoes, my red shoes were for my wedding, they're all dead, we'll all die together!"
Her thoughts were fragmented and her logic was chaotic, making her far more insane than Xiaofang.
But at least it clearly expresses the truth: Liu Guohua was also killed by her.
But how did she die in the end?
Why is there such deep resentment?
At this point, most of the truth has been pieced together: Wang Qiuyu, the deputy factory director's daughter, was madly in love with Liu Guohua, and out of jealousy, she killed Liu Guohua's sweetheart, Xiaofang.
Given her twisted and morbid personality, Guohua was probably entangled with her and had no choice but to deceive Xiaofang, making everyone in the alley believe that he was a despicable person who abandoned his lover for his future.
He probably did this to protect Xiaofang, but in the end, he also died a tragic death.
"Wang Qiuyu!"
I shouted sternly, "You have committed countless evils, harming both yourself and others. Even after death, your malevolent aura will soar to the heavens. You show no remorse. Now that you are here, why do you not submit to your fate?!"
"You want to take me in? Hahaha!"
Wang Qiuyu's red shadow let out an even more frenzied, silent shriek as it lunged toward my location.
My expression changed, and I suddenly remembered that this guy even dared to steal the incense from the Bodhisattva!
So even though I disguised myself as a god or ghost from the underworld, I still couldn't completely subdue her!
How was this guy spoiled to develop this kind of personality?
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xiao Fang's soul entangled with her, but it was clearly no match for her. Previously, she had been able to barely hold her own by relying on the yang energy in Zhou Ming's body.
"The righteous energy of heaven and earth drives away evil and binds demons! May fierce and malevolent spirits be scattered!"
I raised the Thunderstrike Sword, chanted an incantation, and seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
"laugh!"
With a loud bang, like cold oil being poured into a boiling pot, Wang Qiuyu's ghostly figure let out an indescribably shrill scream!
Then her entire figure twisted violently, expanded, and finally contracted sharply, with yin energy bursting out of her body like a dam breaking!
"No... Father... save me... I'm not reconciled..."
The last trace of resentment and bitterness dissipated, and the soul shadow completely exploded.
I was panting heavily, and the Thunderstrike Sword had become dull, like rotten wood.
This attack brought together the energy and spirit of both me and Lei Jijian; it was no ordinary sneak attack.
Inside the soul-guiding circle, only Xiao Fang's wet, blood-dripping, trembling ghost remained. Although she was also a vengeful ghost, compared to Wang Qiuyu, she was as docile as a fawn.
The chilling and violent atmosphere around them quickly dissipated.
Why are you clinging to Zhou Ming?
I finally voiced the question that had been bothering me for a long time.
Xiao Fang's terrifying ghost seemed stunned by my question. Her rolled-up eyes stared blankly at me, or perhaps through me, at the unconscious Zhou Ming in the distance.
Finally, a wisp of apology, like a candle flickering in the wind, drifted over: "He looks a lot like Guohua when he was young. I want him to take me where I need to go. I don't want to frighten him. I'm sorry..."
My third maternal uncle is really unreliable. If he had told us earlier that Zhou Ming and Liu Guohua looked very similar when they were young, we wouldn't have been confused for so long.
So Xiaofang doesn't actually hate Liu Guohua?
No, it's possible that she just learned the truth, so she doesn't hate him. Before that, she must have had a deep-seated hatred for him.
After all, she didn't know the truth and thought that Wang Qiuyu and Liu Guohua had conspired to kill her.
As for why Liu Guohua didn't show up, perhaps she couldn't bear to see it with her own eyes, or perhaps there were other reasons; anyway, that's what she thought.
This is indeed the most reasonable guess, after all, Liu Guohua told a white lie to protect her.
A complex emotion welled up inside me. Not all vengeful ghosts are vicious; sometimes they are just pitiful people who cannot find release.
"Now that your obsession is over, your enemy will be annihilated. I will give you and Liu Guohua a proper burial so that you can rest in peace. Now it is time for you to go where you belong."
I softened my tone and conveyed my meaning.
All vengeful ghosts exist in the world because they possess an extremely strong obsession; it's not just those who die tragically who become vengeful ghosts.
Just like Liu Guohua, although he also died, his obsession was obviously not deep, and he did not turn into a vengeful ghost. Otherwise, Xiaofang would not have hated him for so many years for nothing.
Upon hearing my words, Xiao Fang's spirit trembled slightly, and the dripping blood seemed to decrease.
She looked at her own and Liu Guohua's remains, her mind clearing slightly, filled with relief and gratitude: "Thank you, I'm sorry, I frightened you, I'm leaving."
Knowing the truth, she left with unusual decisiveness. Her twisted neck seemed to straighten a little, and her hunched figure gradually returned to normal.
She gave a final, slight nod towards her own remains, and then her form evaporated like morning dew, completely dissipating into the gradually brightening dawn.
I collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. Although Luo Tianhe and Li Huai saw the soul shadow dissipate, they didn't know if the ritual was completely over. They lingered in the distance, too afraid to come and help me.
"Alright, hurry up and come help me up, that's it!"
I waved weakly at them and called out, and they finally came over.
Luo Tianhe helped me up, and said with a sigh of relief, "Damn it, it's finally over!"
"Hehe, the matter of the dead is over, but the matter of the living is not."
I gave a wry smile, then took out my phone and dialed Zhang Qiang's number.
The phone rang for a while before being answered. Zhang Qiang's somewhat groggy voice came from the other end: "Hey Chen Yan, aren't you sleeping? Why are you calling me so early in the morning!"
"Hehe, you really didn't sleep all night. You should hurry to the police station's archives; a major case might be about to come to light."
I said weakly, feeling utterly exhausted and wanting to just collapse and sleep, but I had to finish dealing with the aftermath first.
"What? You haven't encountered another vengeful ghost, have you? Wait here, I'm heading to the archives right now."
Zhang Qiang said crisply.
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