Chapter Eighteen: The Two Old Fellows

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Ledong felt as if his consciousness was a fish trapped beneath a layer of ice, struggling desperately yet unable to move. Su Juanjuan’s decayed fingers had already torn away most of the talisman paper, its scorched edges curling and emitting a faint sizzling sound.

Watching the talisman peel away at an alarming rate, Ledong was overwhelmed with anger and despair. His clenched fists could not even be raised. Desperately gasping the air at his nostrils, memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

His university days, falling in love with his wife, the opposition from his in-laws, the birth of his son…

Suddenly, the scene froze on a recent moment when he had sneaked into Master Zhao’s room to eavesdrop on a conversation. Ledong seemed to grasp something. The will to survive reignited his eyes. Blushing and holding back his fear, he cautiously addressed Su Juanjuan, who was inches away:

“You’re truly pitiful,” he forced out through clenched teeth.

This caused the ghost’s tearing at the talisman to abruptly halt.

Seeing hope, Ledong seized the fleeting moment and frantically glanced toward Xiao Zhang’s direction.

The young man was sound asleep, facing the wall, completely unaware of the horror mere steps away.

Ledong’s heart pounded fiercely. Recalling the conversation he had overheard, he whispered with effort, “The one who abused you is Hu Xiansheng, and the one who killed you is Steward Ma. What’re you trying to prove with me? If you’ve got the guts, go find them!”

The ghost emitted a shrill, bitter laugh. Her bloodied, mangled face suddenly leaned in, her rotting breath spraying onto Ledong’s face.

Her mutilated lips twisted into a grotesque smile: “Dawei, so you knew everything all along.” Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing. “Then why didn’t you stop that bastard Hu Xiansheng?”

As those words escaped, Ledong felt the weight on his chest increase dramatically. His ribs creaked under the unbearable pressure.

Su Juanjuan’s nails dug deeply into his shoulder. Her decayed face was almost pressed against his nose. “More than your father, it’s you I hate! If it weren’t for you, how would I have ended up like this?” Her voice softened suddenly, whispering like a lover’s murmur. “You wanted me, didn’t you? Hee hee hee… I came, so why do you look so unhappy?”

As she spoke, the talisman paper beneath her palm rapidly carbonized. Ledong felt the air in his lungs being squeezed out bit by bit, darkness creeping over his vision. Summoning his last ounce of strength, he shouted hoarsely, “But the one who killed you was Steward Ma… not me…”

“Killed me?” The ghost threw back her head and unleashed a piercing, mournful laugh. Pieces of her rotting skin fell away. “I’ve wanted to die for a long time! I should thank Steward Ma for freeing me!”

Hearing Su Juanjuan’s indifference, Ledong’s heart plummeted to the abyss.

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