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1.69% She Can See Ghosts / Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Non-human

Chương 4: Chapter 4: Non-human

When He Qing remembered this matter, she couldn't help but interject and ask, "Stock trading? Ling Ze is our senior, and he's really good at it. It's said that in his sophomore year, his first time trading stocks, he made tens of thousands."

Just as He Qing finished speaking, seeing Zheng Mingcui's expression made her heart sink: Trouble!

Indeed, as soon as the words fell, Zheng Mingcui's face and limbs began swelling uncontrollably, and her emotions became instantly unstable. The dormitory's windows clattered fiercely under the yin wind, and leveraging her superior night vision, He Qing saw several roommates tighten their blankets.

After all, the heavy presence of yin energy inevitably made the temperature drop significantly.

She quickly shouted, "Stop this!"

Thanks to the soundproof barrier, her voice was loud and clear. For Zheng Mingcui, it was as though thunder had struck overhead! A vague pain surged through her head, and her fragile soul seemed to disperse with these words...

Her body shuddered, and she immediately came to her senses!

Zheng Mingcui looked at He Qing fearfully, not understanding how this young girl could be so formidable.

"That year, Ling Ze took all my savings to trade stocks, but in less than a month, he told me it was all lost! So that's how it was..."

Seeing that next semester's tuition and living expenses were now uncertain, Zheng Mingcui started to panic.

Living in Imperial Capital was not easy. Daily expenses were also high, and to save more money, she took on several part-time jobs at once. She was diligent and honest, so it was relatively easy to find work. Yet, being busy earning money inevitably left her no time to take care of herself, forcing her to even cut and sell her hair. Sometimes, on her days off, she helped out with odd jobs on construction sites, which finally allowed her to scrape together enough money by the start of the new term.

He Qing couldn't help but ask, "How much money did you manage to save?"

Zheng Mingcui replied, "Twenty thousand yuan for tuition, but I haven't saved up the rest for living expenses yet."

Damn! He Qing couldn't help but curse aloud.

Ming University is one of the top universities in the country, supported by countless sponsors each year. The tuition certainly isn't that high—it's only about eight thousand yuan a year. Plus, it's well known that Ling Ze receives a scholarship every year, also around eight thousand yuan. Why would his girlfriend need to work herself to death to support his studies?

Looking at Zheng Mingcui's haggard face in front of her, He Qing felt frustratedly disappointed and exclaimed, "Fool!"

"The night I gathered the tuition, Ling Ze came to the house I rented to collect the money. We were too happy that night, he drank a bit too much, and then, then we were together... During that time, Ling Ze treated me especially well, always calling and texting to check on me. But two months later, I was pregnant."

The female ghost sat on the bed, her gaze tenderly on her stomach, cradling it as if her child were still there.

"I had no family, so I was especially thrilled about it and quickly told him. He soon came over, and at that time, I thought he was also thrilled, so he rushed over in the evening. But the first thing he said was telling me not to keep the child, saying we couldn't afford it."

"I disagreed. He was already a junior, and in another year, he would be able to intern, and I also had a job. Although it might be tough, we were completely capable of raising him."

"Ling Ze didn't say anything more; he never argued with me. I thought I had convinced him. That night he stayed with me of his own accord, and before going to sleep, he even made me take several vitamin pills, claiming they were good for the baby since pregnant women take them."

"But, but..." Zheng Mingcui said, as two streams of blood tears slowly flowed from her hollow, lifeless eyes, and her voice suddenly turned piercing, "I had no idea, no idea... that he could be so merciless! He's not human at all! Those weren't vitamins; they were sleeping pills!!! After I fell asleep, he dissolved more of the sleeping pills in water and force-fed me an entire bottle!"

"Taking sleeping pills is too painful! My entire body hurt, yet I couldn't move. My stomach churned, but I couldn't vomit... I felt like I was locked in a pitch-dark room, unable to see any future... so desperate..."

"My child, just like that, faded away bit by bit..."

He Qing couldn't help but sigh: The child was too young, an Innate Spirit Embryo lost before it could fully develop, probably unaware of even the resentful energy...

"Soon, I realized I had already died. Ling Ze, this heartless, brutish man, still wouldn't let me go even then! My baby... my baby... because it was too small, its soul vanished before it even appeared..."

Zheng Mingcui said, her expression becoming delirious, "But, maybe it's for the best, so it wouldn't have to suffer consciously... I just watched from the side, perhaps because I had just died, I couldn't move at all, only watching Ling Ze use the large cleaver I used for chopping bones for soup in the kitchen, chop off my limbs one by one, leaving me dismembered and torn apart like a butchered pig. Then, he packed my body into that black suitcase. ...I never imagined such a meticulously minded person could be so terrifying!"

"He took the blood-stained bed sheet, sprinkled it with laundry detergent, and wiped the floors and walls clean. He even managed to take a bath in the apartment, put on clean clothes he had there, and then erased all traces of the crime, casually walking out the door with the suitcase... Even, even on his way out, he didn't forget to take my newly saved salary!"

Hearing this, He Qing shivered uncontrollably.

Indeed, many people commit murder in a moment of passion, but to kill someone and then calmly manage the aftermath is not something ordinary people can do. If Ling Ze had not been so petty, only deceiving women, he might have been destined to achieve great things.

However, from a certain perspective, committing murder and dismembering a body is a significant undertaking...

"I followed him the whole way, wishing desperately I could bite a chunk of flesh from his body! But I couldn't do it; it seemed I couldn't touch him at all, only able to watch helplessly as he pushed the suitcase into the lake in the park—I'm not content! I'm not content, I'm not content!!!"

Zheng Mingcui's expression turned frenzied, "I never did anything bad in my life, why should my child and I suffer this! And the murderer, I followed him, and he still appeared so bright and shiny, even quickly starting a new relationship with another wealthy girl within two weeks... How could he? How dare he?!!! That beautiful, rich girl was just his stepping stone! I want to kill him! Kill him!!!"

Zheng Mingcui's demeanor turned wildly chaotic, and Fang Yuanyuan's recent stern shout could no longer suppress her, her body instantly becoming fragmented and bloated, covered with murky blood!

He Qing couldn't stand it any longer, quickly pushing her away: "Get off! Don't on my bed—"

However, since Zheng Mingcui's limbs had all been chopped off, split in two, He Qing's push merely dislodged half an arm!

"Ah!!!"

She went berserk!

Taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she clasped her hands in the Returning Form Technique: "Vengeful Ghost Disperse Body, Imperial Decree Formation! Three Yangs are hard to gather, Six Yin Souls!!!"

As she gestured with her hands, coordinating with the gathering yin incantation, six swirls of murky yin energy suddenly spiraled in from the crack of the window, enveloping Zheng Mingcui...


Chương 5: Chapter 5 Yellow Talisman Cinnabar

Watching as her own soft, grass-green fleece summer blanket was stained with fishy, putrid lake water and bloodstains, He Qing sometimes really hated her own eyes—for always being able to see these traces invisible to others, causing everyone in the dormitory to know she was obsessed with washing bed sheets. Sometimes, right after changing them, she would have to wash them again... It was absolutely madness when everyone was using the washing machine at the same time!

But, she had no choice┐(─__─)┌, if anyone else could bear those bodily fluids and various traces on the bed sheets that she alone could see, she wouldn't have to do this...

Fortunately, since coming to the Imperial Capital over a year ago, her abilities had improved every day. She had even helped three ghosts with their affairs, one of whom had burned to death; as soon as it sat on the bed, He Qing could see the sheets were a mess... Compared to that, washing was nothing.

Only...

He Qing looked at Zheng Mingcui slowly restoring her original form under the swirling ghost energy, frowning as she asked, "You said Ling Ze did a good job cleaning up afterward, but how do you plan to get your revenge? Without evidence, the police won't believe it. Right now, your ghost energy is weak and you can't even touch real objects. The apartment you rented is too rundown; there aren't even any security cameras. Also, isn't the rent supposed to be paid monthly? It's probably already been rented out to someone else..."

She unconsciously started biting her nails, saying, "Speaking of which, I ran into him today, and it seems like his birthday is coming up, right? I'll send a gift anonymously and if you attach yourself to it, make direct contact, the yin energy will seep in. Then you'll have a chance to enter his dreams, and ideally, he might even talk in his sleep about it!"

Zheng Mingcui's pale face seemed to flush with excitement as she opened her mouth to speak, but in an instant, her hope waned, "It won't work, Ling Ze is very cautious and always appears very clean and self-disciplined. During the time I followed him, he never used anything of unknown origin, and he's particularly vain. Even if it's from someone he knows, if it's cheap or lacks class, he won't touch it; he'd rather tell the person to keep it as a collectible..."

This was going to be difficult.

He Qing herself was as poor as a dog; if she had to send an anonymous notebook or pen, she could deal with that, but anything expensive... sorry, but she couldn't even afford that herself.

And yet, constantly helping this ghost and that spirit, she didn't earn a single penny and ended up paying out of pocket—the laundry detergent she used more of each month than anyone else also cost money!

She started twisting her pillow, but seeing that dawn was about to break and the primordial sunshine would ascend, she quickly said to Zheng Mingcui, "Let's not worry about these other things for now. I'll draw a talisman, and you better hide quickly. Otherwise, because the literary spirit in the university is too robust and scholars typically avoid discussing paranormal phenomena to prevent harm to students, they won't tolerate a foreign resentful soul like you staying for long. Once someone starts reading at sunrise and the scholarly aura awakens, you'll be immediately expelled."

Although the literary spirit in many universities has weakened, Ming University was still one of the top universities, with many truly capable students, so naturally, it was a bit more intense. If He Qing hadn't been admitted to this university, she probably would have had unstoppable ghosts coming to chat with her every night.

As she spoke, He Qing quickly turned on the little desk lamp, pulled up the bed curtains, and pulled out the Cinnabar Yellow Paper hidden in the drawer. She ground it vigorously for a moment and immediately picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

This Yellow Paper was something she had found in a funeral supply store; what choice did she have, when even spirits weren't allowed to exist after the founding of the nation, and no one sold such things? Even if someone were selling, He Qing, just a young girl, wouldn't know where to find it. Thus, the bundle she had cobbled together was especially rough, with the surface full of small, uneven particles. If it weren't for the life in her handwriting, ordinary Cinnabar would simply blur upon contact, which was a waste and ineffective...

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but lament deeply: Even beggars have tools to eat with! Her talisman pen was begged from a highly respected old professor after she shamelessly attended his public lecture; its bristles almost bald, she still didn't mind, which led to the old professor still favoring her when teaching Classical Chinese, always calling on her name, thinking she was studious and ambitious...

And the Cinnabar, there's no point in thinking about high-quality Cinnabar; hers was semi-industrial paint-like material, which after a long time of refining, was barely usable. Otherwise, she wouldn't have finished it so quickly. In the uncertain weather of the Imperial Capital's summer, she secretly smelted it under the noon sun, spending so much effort it was exhausting!

For a while, her dorm mates saw her and thought she wanted to learn oil painting, so the next day everyone offered to give her their used or unwanted painting tools from relatives...

With various excuses, they were worried about hurting feelings...

Thinking of this, He Qing decided that she would have to go out and hunt for materials soon—at the very least, a good yellow paper and cinnabar used for peace charms would maintain their effect for longer. Unlike now, where the spiritual energy would run out after just three days, making it impossible to give them to her roommates...

Since she was drawing a Yin Ghost Possession Talisman, the cinnabar used was mixed with black dog blood that had been dried under the moonlight; internal yin and external yang were necessary to nourish the ghost and block the Heavenly Secret.

However, as He Qing looked at the shallow cinnabar dish, she sighed, "Getting black dog blood is such a hassle, and after drawing for three ghosts in a row, I'm running out. I need to stock up, or else I'll be out of materials when something comes up again!"

Once the Yellow Talisman was drawn, it briefly sparkled with a brilliant light under the lamp, shining brightly. But because it contained spiritual energy, the light flashed only for a moment and then it became completely ordinary again.

He Qing skillfully called out, "Zheng Mingcui!"

"Yes!" Zheng Mingcui, not understanding, foolishly responded.

As soon as she responded, she felt her soul uncontrollably drift, floating gently into the talisman paper. Once inside, she grew drowsy and lost all ability to move, only hearing He Qing's voice above her head, "You are a new ghost, your yin energy is insufficient, and recalling last night's events before your death drained your Primordial Energy, so just stay here and slowly nourish. I will carry you with me and find an opportunity to help you accomplish possession..."

By the time she finished these tasks, dawn was breaking.

It was already July, and the sky was bright by five in the morning. Looking at her haggard face from staying up all night, He Qing instinctively pinched herself and performed a Yin Gathering and Beauty Nourishing spell.

After completing the gesture, looking at her rosy and delicate face in the mirror, a question flashed through her mind, "Huh? How do I still know this spell?"

But such occurrences had been frequent since she moved to the Imperial Capital, so the thought passed and she did not dwell on it.

After all, when it comes to these spells and common knowledge, knowing more is always better than knowing nothing at all.

The sound barrier had failed, and she quietly stripped the bedsheet to change it. Yu Dandan, who was sleeping in the bed next to hers, groggily opened her eyes to see her fussing with the bed again and mumbled, "He Qing, you're washing the sheets again..." then turned over and fell back asleep.

He Qing swiftly washed up, then took the sheets to the laundry room, dropped in the coins, and left it alone.

After all, the morning is when yin and yang merge, and the six energies of the world burst forth—an excellent time for cultivation!


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