Chapter 164: The Cannon Fodder Who Can’t Survive Three Chapters (7)
“Supreme Heavenly Star, ever-changing and constant, drive away evil spirits, protect life and body… protect…” The girl sitting at the desk, her face flushed, her posture unusually straight, a yellow talisman with cinnabar inscriptions stuck to her back, emitting a faint glow, but even more noticeable—
—was the ghostly aura surrounding her, a thin, ethereal mist, like a gentle breeze, yet also like invisible shackles, clinging to her skin, suppressing the lust poison coursing through her veins.
A chilling coldness seeped into her skin, as if surrounded by ice, a thousand icy fingers touching her, each touch sending shivers down her spine.
The talisman protected her from the worst of the chill, but the ghostly aura, emanating from the red-clad figure beside her, made her feel exposed, vulnerable, the redness on her face intensifying, whether from the poison or the images flashing through her mind.
The ghostly aura felt like Su Mingxiu’s embrace, more intimate than any physical touch, as if…
…every inch of her skin was now Su Mingxiu’s to touch.
“Tap.”
Su Mingxiu’s finger rapping against the desk, a reminder. Bei Xing snapped back to reality, her lips parting, but she couldn’t remember the words. A sudden pinch on the back of her neck.
Su Mingxiu, a playful smile on her lips, “Can’t even memorize such a short mantra?”
The talisman on Bei Xing’s back, touched by the concentrated ghostly aura, suddenly burst into flames, wisps of black smoke curling upwards, then turning into white ash, falling harmlessly to the floor.
Without the talisman’s protection, the ghostly aura clung to Bei Xing’s skin, making her shiver.
She waited for Su Mingxiu to draw another talisman, not daring to move, her eyes pleading, like a well-behaved pet, but Su Mingxiu only flicked her forehead. “No more talismans for you.”
“I’ll teach you the Golden Light Mantra. If you can use it, this ghostly aura will disappear. If not—”
She paused.
Bei Xing had a bad feeling.
Then, the ghost’s voice, more seductive than any fox spirit’s, yet utterly heartless, “You’re already poisoned with lust, a little ghostly aura won’t hurt, maybe it’ll even… cure you.”
Bei Xing: “??”
What kind of logic is that?
She stared, wide-eyed, her life as a cannon fodder character truly cursed, tears welling up. “How can you be so cruel to such a cute and obedient disciple?”
Seeing her fake tears, Su Mingxiu almost thought she was a drama student. The ghostly aura swirled around Bei Xing, and she suddenly gasped, clutching her chest, a look of indignation in her eyes.
Why… why always there?!
This perverted ghost!
Her face screamed insults, but she didn’t dare utter a word, only pleading softly: “C-can you… not pinch me there anymore?”
She had been so careful after the last incident, even showering had been uncomfortable, the sight of the bruise in the mirror a constant reminder.
Su Mingxiu, her beautiful face as captivating as a peony in bloom, replied calmly: “Fine.”
“Three chances, if you can’t memorize the Golden Light Mantra, I’ll pinch you somewhere else.”
Ten minutes later…
The girl at the desk was hunched over, her fingers gripping the edge, white-knuckled, trying to suppress a cry of pain.
Tears welled up in her eyes, she wanted to speak, but remembering the consequences of protesting,
She endured the pain, her shoulders trembling slightly. Su Mingxiu, watching her, finally pushed her back into the chair, her voice calm. “Continue.”
Bei Xing whimpered, a tear escaping her eye.
Then, her voice, thick with tears, echoed in the room. “Heaven and Earth, Primordial Source of the Myriad Qi. Cultivating through eons, manifesting my divine power…”
As she chanted, her inner qi, activated by the mantra, shimmered around her, a thin layer, yet visible to the ghost.
Although it wasn’t enough to dispel the ghostly aura, Su Mingxiu, honoring her promise, withdrew it.
“Golden light, manifest, protect the true self, as the law commands!”
A faint golden light enveloped her, a protective shield, then quickly faded, like an illusion.
The pressure on her chest was gone, but the lingering pain intensified, making her squirm in her seat.
Wuwuwu.
Pervert.
Although her chest no longer hurt, she would rather be pinched… at least it wouldn’t be this… uncomfortable.
Bei Xing couldn’t believe that Su Mingxiu, who had seemed so normal in life, had become such a… sadist in death.
They said that a ghost’s obsession intensified after death. Bei Xing didn’t know what Su Mingxiu’s obsession was, but she was certain that Su Mingxiu’s calm demeanor in life had been a facade, hiding a hidden… passion.
Otherwise, how could she explain the ghost’s constant touching?
Lost in her thoughts, Su Mingxiu, seeing that she had learned the mantras, figuring that the snake demon wouldn’t be able to trick her so easily next time, and that the poison could be purged with a simple remedy, waved her hand, and the textbook on the desk flipped open to the first chapter. “You’ve finished your homework, now review for tomorrow’s quiz.”
Bei Xing’s face fell, her expression ashen, this ghost truly hateful.
But she didn’t dare to disobey, studying obediently, shifting uncomfortably in the cushioned chair.
She felt…
…like Su Mingxiu had broken something.
Like a dam with its gates closed, yet water still seeping through the cracks, Bei Xing felt divided, her mind filled with academic knowledge, yet her body aching, cold, and…
… uncomfortable.
After struggling for half an hour, she couldn’t endure it any longer, feeling like she was sitting in a puddle. She threw down her pen and, muttering “I need a shower,” rushed towards the bathroom.
Slamming the door shut, then, as if remembering something, she opened it slightly, peeking out, her gaze fixed on the red figure still at the desk.
“No peeking, you understand?”
Su Mingxiu, having experienced the sensation of every inch of Bei Xing’s skin through the ghostly aura, wanted to say, I’ve already touched you everywhere.
But remembering her earlier torment, afraid of pushing Bei Xing too far, she simply vanished, a silent answer.
Bei Xing tossed and turned all night. The next day, at the quiz, she looked haggard, even though she had memorized the material, her expression as if she was about to fail.
After the quiz, she checked her phone and saw messages from her family in their group chat.
Her father had sent a dozen pictures of antiques. The Bei family, newly rich, her father was trying to appear cultured, but most of his purchases were overpriced junk.
As expected, her mother and sister both sent laughing emojis.
Bei Xing, knowing better than to argue, also sent a laughing emoji.
Her father: “?” He was shocked by their lack of support and started explaining the value of his latest acquisition, a “blessed” antique.
“Look, a Pixiu from the Qin Dynasty, it brings wealth and good fortune—”
Bei Xing couldn’t stand it anymore. She put away her phone, wanting to avoid the secondhand embarrassment, and walked out of the classroom. Turning a corner, she saw Chu Yinxi walking down the stairs.
She was about to greet her when she noticed a strange black bracelet on Chu Yinxi’s wrist, seemingly carved with scales. She stopped.
The bracelet… looked like the snake demon.
Is Su Jin targeting the protagonist?
As she was wondering whether to watch the drama unfold, a familiar voice by her ear: “First, the Pixiu became a symbol of good fortune after the Han Dynasty; second, it’s a fierce beast, not auspicious; third, having been unearthed from a tomb, it’s filled with yin energy, if you don’t stop your father, your family might be doomed.”
Bei Xing, snapping back to reality, glanced at the long shadow beside her, then, realizing what Su Mingxiu meant, she hurried down the stairs and called her family.
Right.
Her seven-day death flag hadn’t expired yet, she couldn’t let her family be ruined while she was busy trying to survive. She didn’t want to die penniless!
Her allowance!
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