Chapter Thirty
There were no outsiders in the dining room, only Bo Chi and Yu Zhao.
Facing Yu Zhao’s intense gaze, Bo Chi nodded without hesitation: “Of course, my purpose in appearing in this world is to come for you.”
Yu Zhao curled her lips slightly, reached out with great satisfaction, her eyes obscure as she caressed her delicate lip shape, and said hoarsely: “Sure enough, people with sweet mouths also speak sweet words.”
Bo Chi immediately grabbed her cold hand vigilantly, and said with a stern little face: “No more kissing, eat quickly.”
Yu Zhao was in a good mood, and obediently let her lead her to sit down.
The ghost castle seemed to be a medieval building, with a round dome and a brilliant crystal chandelier complementing each other. A light-colored tablecloth was spread on the long dining table, and the backs of each chair were carved with intricate and beautiful patterns. But in some subtle details, it was clearly connected to modern times.
For example, its dishes were not all Western-style toast, cake, and champagne, but also soy milk, fried dough sticks, shortcakes, pan-fried buns, soup dumplings, and vegetable and mushroom buns. Delicacies from all over the place gathered on this table, unexpectedly creating a strange harmony.
Bo Chi excitedly picked up her chopsticks, and first picked up a dish that Yu Zhao liked for her.
Yu Zhao glanced at her, the smile on her lips never fading. She lowered her head and took a light bite, savoring it carefully with a hint of reminiscence and cherishing.
Bo Chi babbled happily on the side: “Before I encountered ghosts, I couldn’t eat so many good things. I didn’t expect that after encountering ghosts, my food treatment would rise linearly. Thinking about it carefully, this is probably what they call misfortune is where fortune lies… Ouch.”
She was talking and biting into a soup dumpling, but the next second she was scalded by the rich soup. After blowing on it in a flurry, before Yu Zhao could react, she had a flash of inspiration, turned her head, and took the initiative to kiss Yu Zhao’s lips.
As she expected, Yu Zhao’s cold and soft lips soothed her pain very well.
Bo Chi was satisfied, and was about to retreat and thank her, when Yu Zhao suddenly raised her hand and held the back of her head, pressing her back: “I helped you, shouldn’t you return a thank you gift?”
Bo Chi’s voice was muffled: “What kind of thank you gift do you want?”
Yu Zhao smiled lowly: “Let me kiss you for a while longer… just a while.”
Bo Chi believed her nonsense, and was obediently kissed by her for a long time. Seeing that the other party’s movements didn’t stop, and even intensified, wanting more, Bo Chi finally became anxious, pushed her away and said: “Wait! Mealtime is almost over, let me get a few small buns first, and we can eat while we do it later.”
Yu Zhao was silent for two seconds, couldn’t help but hold her forehead, the desire in her eyes faded, completely turning into amusement.
She put back Bo Chi’s lifted skirt, hugged the girl’s waist and helped her up, and said helplessly: “Eat in peace, I won’t touch you this time.”
Bo Chi didn’t understand why, but she was very happy. She picked up her chopsticks again and happily ate the soup dumplings.
After eating and drinking her fill, Bo Chi finally had the energy to think about other things. She turned her head to look at Yu Zhao, who was slowly tasting the white fungus porridge, and asked curiously: “Is there a cat in the castle? I saw a snow-white cat on the window of the room before, it was very elegant and cute.”
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows and said leisurely: “What kind of cat can we ghosts raise? We can only look but not pet, it’s better to eat it as a blood meal.”
Bo Chi: “…”
She almost forgot that Yu Zhao was essentially a cruel and ruthless evil spirit.
“So, I really saw it wrong?” Bo Chi wavered for a moment, and then quickly became alert: “No, Ning Gui was scratched all over by sharp claws twice, which is very consistent with the way a cat attacks.”
She thought for a while, and asked Yu Zhao: “Since you don’t have pets, is this cat one of your kind? A cat, a cat ghost?”
“Strange name.” Yu Zhao commented with a light smile, and then nodded: “Animals that are tortured to death will also become evil spirits due to strong resentment, but they rarely harm the innocent, and will only take revenge on their former abusers.”
Bo Chi was stunned, and Ning Gui’s appearance suddenly flashed in her mind.
Among the people in the castle, only she had been scratched by a cat twice in a row.
Could it be that Ning Gui had abused animals?
Bo Chi felt that something was wrong, after all, Ning Gui was the female lead. Which book would use a morally corrupt character as the protagonist? That would make readers feel angry and disgusted!
But when she thought about the plot, she noticed something was a little off.
In the original book, the female lead hid everywhere, had a mental breakdown, suffered a lot of torment and despair, and ultimately could not escape death.
If the author deliberately used this method to punish the female lead…
It also made sense?
Bo Chi was confused, thought for a long time, and simply asked directly: “Ning Gui is the abuser? She abused and killed that white cat? If so, why did the white cat let her go twice?”
Yu Zhao snorted coldly: “The first time was because you insisted on saving her, and I stopped that cat because I was afraid you would get hurt.”
Bo Chi was embarrassed: “I thought she was innocent, and subconsciously wanted to save her… What about the second time? Did you help too?”
Yu Zhao said without changing her expression: “I was busy having sex with you at that time, how could I have the mind to care about her.”
Bo Chi’s face instantly turned red: “You, you be more reserved! How can you say such things casually? What if others… what if other ghosts hear it!”
Yu Zhao said calmly: “The evil spirits who have avenged their grudges have dissipated their obsessions, and naturally disappeared. Those who haven’t avenged their grudges are still guarding their enemies, waiting for the opportunity to strike – for example, I have been staring at you.”
Bo Chi was speechless, and muttered: “Good love words, but you make them sound like a horror story.”
Yu Zhao glanced at her, thinking that this was a horror story, but because the other party liked her, she thought it was love words.
Thinking of this, Yu Zhao felt a little happy again, and then continued to explain the previous topic: “There is only one white cat, but Ning Gui abused and killed more than one. Perhaps realizing that giving Ning Gui a quick death was too easy for her, so the second time, the white cat planned to let the other party slowly taste the pain she had suffered, so she didn’t kill her directly.”
“More than one?” Bo Chi’s pupils shook, and she said in disbelief: “Ning Gui looks so pure and weak, how could she be so cruel in private… Is she really human? Could she have been possessed by a ghost?”
Yu Zhao’s tone turned cold: “In the end, there is no difference between humans and ghosts. Some people are so vicious that even ghosts would be ashamed.”
Bo Chi was a little wistful, and inexplicably fortunate: “Fortunately, there is such a ghost castle, which indirectly allows these abusers to get their retribution.”
Yu Zhao couldn’t help but look at her a few more times. Seeing that she was serious, she couldn’t help but remind her: “Although it was indirect, you also have many lives on your hands.”
Bo Chi was stunned: “Huh?”
Yu Zhao smiled lightly, slowly lowered her head and approached her, her cold voice carrying the chill of a ghost seeking revenge: “Everyone here deserves to die… Of course, so do you.”
Bo Chi’s body trembled, tears welling up in her beautiful almond eyes, like a little rabbit stared at by a big gray wolf, trembling with fur standing on end.
Yu Zhao saw that she had successfully frightened her, and was satisfied, but at the same time felt a subtle heartache. She no longer continued to tease her, and added leisurely: “Don’t worry, I will definitely do my best to make you feel ecstasy in bed.”
Bo Chi: “?”
Bo Chi: “???”
The little rabbit, who had come back to her senses, was angry and annoyed. She didn’t even bother to wipe her teary eyes, and just raised her small fist angrily, and said embarrassedly: “Yu! Zhao!”
Seeing her lively again, Yu Zhao’s heart relaxed slightly. She curled her lips, her figure became illusory, and watched her chase the air with a smile.
After playing around for a while, screams suddenly came from upstairs.
Bo Chi stopped curiously, lifted her skirt, and went upstairs to join in the fun.
The doors of the rooms on the second floor were wide open, and six or seven people poked their heads out, staring at the bathroom at the end of the corridor with fear.
Affected by the atmosphere, Bo Chi carefully walked to the nearest person and whispered: “What happened just now?”
That person shivered, almost screaming, but managed to hold it back, and said in a low voice: “Just now, there were several children’s cries from over there, followed by Zhou’s screams. We guess… he’s probably dead.”
Bo Chi glanced at the direction of the bathroom, hesitated and didn’t go over, but opened the nearest empty room, entered the room, and closed the door tightly.
This time, before she could speak, Yu Zhao skillfully manifested her figure, wrapped her arms around her waist, rested her chin on her hair, and said faintly: “That Zhou was a pedophile. Last year, he abducted several children and locked them in an unused cellar in the countryside to abuse them. Later, someone noticed something was wrong and called the police. Zhou panicked and sealed the cellar door, and jumped off the back mountain.”
“He suffered a concussion and caused temporary amnesia. After half a month, he gradually remembered, but he didn’t dare to face it, so he pretended that he had really lost that memory, and gradually forgot the faces of those children.” Yu Zhao sneered: “It’s just a pity for those children who were regarded as the apple of their parents’ eyes, they were suffocated to death in the cellar. When the police searched the house and found them, their small corpses were already covered with insects.”
“The strong resentment and the grief of their parents brought them to the ghost castle, and now, it’s time for their revenge.”
Bo Chi listened in silence, and after a long time, she took a deep breath and stood up straight.
Yu Zhao looked at her keenly: “Where are you going?”
Bo Chi gritted her teeth: “To scatter that Zhou’s ashes!”
Yu Zhao curled her lips imperceptibly, and patted her head: “That person’s flesh, blood, and bones were eaten bite by bite by the child ghosts. If you go now, you’ll only see a pool of blood.”
Bo Chi came back to her senses from the horror, and said awkwardly: “I, I see, um… well done!”
Yu Zhao saw that she was clearly scared to death, but still firmly supported it, and couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, comforting her: “Don’t run around these past few days, the remaining ghosts can’t hold back and want to make a move. Although they won’t hurt you with me here, if you see the bloody scene, you might have nightmares.”
Bo Chi had no words to refute, and could only nod weakly.
As Yu Zhao said, in the next two or three days, painful screams came from outside from time to time – and often in the middle of the night.
Bo Chi was woken up and couldn’t sleep, and yawned when it was dawn, her schedule seriously disturbed.
Yu Zhao saw it in her eyes, and deliberately floated out of the room with a dark face to warn the other ghosts. At night, she also turned into a physical body, held Bo Chi in her arms, and covered the girl’s ears whenever there was any movement.
After such a routine, Bo Chi slept peacefully again.
On the morning of the third day, just as she was snuggling in Yu Zhao’s arms and sleeping soundly, a slight sound of the door opening suddenly sounded.
Yu Zhao, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and looked coldly at the door.
After the door opened, Ning Gui’s frightened face was revealed.
She looked around the room and whispered: “Is there anyone alive in the room? Chi-Chi, are you here…”
At the end of her words, she saw Bo Chi, who was closing her eyes on the bed.
Before she could be happy, the ignored Yu Zhao suddenly lowered her head, placed a good morning kiss on Bo Chi’s soft face, and then raised her eyebrows provocatively, and said lazily to Ning Gui, whose smile had frozen: “What do you want with my wife?”
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