Chapter 88: 88 The kind that looks really powerful at a glance

88 The kind that looks really powerful at a glance

The phone was tossed onto the dressing table, making a thud.

Wang Mumu, bound hand and foot and gagged in the corner, shrank back in fear.

Wang Mumu, out of the corner of her eye, saw her action and also ignored it.

She nonchalantly removed the face mask.

Wang Mumu in the corner instantly widened her eyes in terror, then quickly shut them, her whole body trembling, her chest heaving heavily.

Because after that person removed the mask, what appeared was a face with blurred features.

It was like a painting of a face soaked in water.

Moreover, the eyebrows and eyes on one side were still streaming down.

Even though Wang Mumu had seen it once before, she was still badly frightened.

She never expected that this spur-of-the-moment trip to Beautiful City Ancient Town would provoke this female ghost.

A few days ago, she went to see an antique auction.

She had no interest in those antiques; she just went to join the fun.

After looking around, she thought a vase looked nice; she had been thinking that Mid-Autumn Festival was coming, she hadn't returned home in years, and if she couldn't go this year, she would tell her husband to let her stay home a few days to keep her parents company.

Moreover, her mother-in-law liked flowers, so buying this as a Mid-Autumn gift would definitely be appropriate.

She also took a liking to an ancient bronze mirror, bought it on the spur of the moment, intending to give it to her mother, who liked collecting such things.

As a result, on the way back from the auction to the guesthouse, she felt someone was following her.

This feeling lasted all day, until after midnight, when for no reason she suddenly woke up.

Then she saw a person sitting at the foot of her bed.

Upon hearing the movement, that person turned their head.

It was a face without features.

She said, "I really like your face; I also want one. Let me draw it and show you if it looks like you."

Then she lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, it was this morning.

Taking advantage of the person's absence—she didn't know where they went—she inched her way to the nightstand and got her phone.

Coincidentally, at that moment a message came from her good friend Xu Airu.

Her hands were bound, making typing inconvenient, so she managed to send a location, thinking she would call back for help.

But the female ghost returned at that moment.

She shoved her under the bed.

Then she spoke with Xu Airu on the phone, even doing a video call.

Having no choice, she desperately banged her head against the bedboard, but the ghost still brushed it off by claiming the wind had blown the door open.

Likewise, just earlier she had been reapplying makeup to her face when her husband sent a video call.

The female ghost reacted quickly, too, picking up her own face mask from the dressing table and slapping it on, covering the half-painted face.

Suddenly, a pain shot through her arm, bringing Wang Mumu back to her senses.

The female ghost had somehow appeared at her side, holding a small knife, she cut open the skin on Wang Mumu's arm and used a small box to catch her blood.

The female ghost watched Wang Mumu's blood flow into the box and laughed:

"You think I didn't kill you outright because I need your blood as 'paint'? Be glad—for now. Once I find a substitute, you'll be useless."

"Although you're a bit old, your condition is still decent. Once I find a chance to divorce your husband, take some money, and then find a young face, it'll be perfect."

The wound was deep, and a bowl-sized box filled up in no time.

Wang Mumu stared at the box, feeling her vision darken in waves.

She saw the female ghost in front of her satisfiedly put on the lid, then pat her cheek and mutter, "The day after tomorrow I'm returning to Nan Cheng; I need to figure out how to bring you along too."

"Bringing you along means you can't fly; we'll have to drive..."

The rest of the words faded from Wang Mumu's hearing as she had already passed out.

The next morning, after Tushan Jiu got up and finished washing up, she first sat in meditation for a while, then only after everyone else had risen did she leave the bedroom for the back garden.

Now Xie Jingzhou and Xie Jingting no longer need alarm clocks; their bodies have formed a biological clock.

Every day at the set time they rise full of vigor and spirit, then wobble over to practice tai chi.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, look, isn't my stance much more standard?"

"Sister-in-law, I still feel this push-hand step isn't very smooth; could you demonstrate it again?"

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."

Tushan Jiu glanced at him twice, then shook her head helplessly.

This love really torments people—look, it's driven the kids crazy.

"Third brother, I know you're anxious, but don't rush—good things take time."

Xie Jingting looked dazed and said, "I'm not in a hurry—I know tai chi isn't easy to learn."

Tushan Jiu: "..."

All right, her third brother is just the type who can't be helped no matter how much you point things out.

Forget it, I won't say more—you can't be moved at all.

Tushan Jiu then gave Xie Jingting another demonstration of the part he didn't understand.

Everyone else nearby saw Tushan Jiu's helpless expression, and Xie Jingzhou couldn't help but shrug his shoulders twice, nearly laughing out loud.

After morning practice, Tushan Jiu returned to the bedroom to wash up, tidied herself, then went to knock on the door of Xie Shiyu next door.

Xie Shiyu had just finished washing and stepped out of the bathroom.

Hearing someone knock, he wiped his hair while going to open the door.

Tushan Jiu's ears were keen; hearing the footsteps, she simply waited at the door.

Click— the door opened.

"Xie Shiyu, I have something to tell you......"

Tushan Jiu froze, her mouth slightly open, her eyes blinking as she looked at Xie Shiyu.

He wore a bathrobe, slightly open at the chest, his abdominal muscles half-hidden, half-revealed.

His hair wasn't completely dry; just as Tushan Jiu looked over, a droplet of water traced down his neck, fell onto his alluring collarbone, and then slowly slid down.

Tushan Jiu's gaze followed the droplet, moving bit by bit.

Until the bathrobe blocked her view, a flash of disappointment flickered in her eyes.

Xie Shiyu didn't have much of a reaction; it seemed he had long known it was her outside the door.

He noticed her small movements, and the corners of his lips quietly curved upward.

It seems that decision to open the door first was correct.

His Jiujiu seemed quite satisfied with her figure.

Tushan Jiu didn't notice Xie Shiyu's expression, and speaking frankly, she praised: "Xie Shiyu, you're so fair, your figure isn't bad either—you look like you've got strength!"

Xie Shiyu's hand, drying his hair, froze.

After a moment, he gave a helpless chuckle—what kind of tiger-wolf words are these!