Category: Malicious Female Lead’s Guide to Causing Trouble [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter Thirty-Four p2

Yu Zhao was coaxed into a good mood, and then she had the patience to analyze her words carefully.

After listening, she instantly understood Bo Chi’s thoughts, and said with a smile that was not quite a smile: “So the only daughter of the Yu Mansion has given you some kind of bewitching potion? To make the Holy Maiden so considerate of her.”

Bo Chi’s fingers unconsciously clutched the corner of the quilt, her expression calm on the surface: “Cult Leader, you misunderstand, I just…”

Yu Zhao leaned forward, and said maliciously: “Misunderstand? Then I’ll go and kill her now!”

She turned around and was about to leave, Bo Chi immediately grabbed her black robe, her voice raised in panic: “No!”

Yu Zhao turned around leisurely, her gaze fell on her hand, suppressing the secret joy in her heart, and smiled lightly: “Why is the Holy Maiden stopping me?”

Bo Chi’s face was slightly pale, her red lips tightly pursed. After a while, she let go of her hand, knelt on the bed and kowtowed to her: “Holy Maiden Bo Chi admires the legitimate daughter of the Yu Mansion, and begs the Cult Leader to spare her life! In the future, Bo Chi will definitely be loyal to the demonic cult, and will do anything, even die, without complaint!”

Bo Chi was a member of the demonic cult, and it was normal for her to kowtow to the cult leader. In addition, the bed was soft, so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable kneeling.

But Yu Zhao just didn’t feel comfortable seeing it, and her movements were faster than her thoughts. She reached out, grabbed her shoulders and helped her up, her tone displeased: “You are the Holy Maiden of our cult, how can you kneel and kowtow to outsiders so easily?”

——Even for her, it was not allowed.

They should be equal and well-matched.

Bo Chi didn’t raise her eyes, she couldn’t see through the bronze mask, nor could she understand the true meaning of Yu Zhao’s words, so she stubbornly repeated: “I beg the Cult Leader to spare his fiancée’s life when he takes action against the leader of the martial arts alliance in the future!”

Yu Zhao lowered her eyes, her emotions fluctuating. The word ‘good’ was on her lips, but she finally suppressed it.

She couldn’t agree too eagerly and readily. Now there were still people from the righteous path lurking in the demonic cult. If they knew that Bo Chi had special meaning to her, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t kidnap Bo Chi to threaten her.

At that time, even if she was willing to give up the demonic cult, the initiative would be in the hands of the righteous path. Whether to kill or release would depend entirely on the other party’s mood, and this was obviously not something Yu Zhao could accept.

The best way was to exchange benefits, so that everyone thought that she and Bo Chi were taking what they needed.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao’s eyes moved slightly, and the fingers resting on the girl’s shoulders rubbed lightly: “It’s not impossible for the Holy Maiden to want to save the only daughter of the Yu Mansion.”

Bo Chi’s hair stood on end when she touched her, and when she heard these words, she immediately recalled the scene she saw when she woke up – this ugly and black-hearted demonic cult leader actually sneaked into her room in the middle of the night, reaching out and grabbing her clothes, obviously coveting her fair belly!

And the other party was shamelessly unwilling to admit it!

Now it seemed that the other party was planning to develop an office romance.

Hmph, even if her and Yu Zhao’s lives were in the other party’s hands, she would never agree!

At worst, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide, and meet Yu Zhao again in the next world!

Bo Chi’s thoughts turned, and she instantly made a decision. She would resolutely refuse as soon as Yu Zhao spoke.

And Yu Zhao, as she thought, said hoarsely: “As long as you are willing to follow me, I will let her go.”

“Impossible.” Bo Chi took a deep breath and said resolutely: “I am grateful for the Cult Leader’s misplaced affection, but this matter is not negotiable. If the Cult Leader is dissatisfied, please give your subordinate an end before killing Yu Zhao.”

Yu Zhao’s eyes changed slightly, and she looked at her steadily: “Why? What’s wrong with this Cult Leader, that you are so repulsed?”

Bo Chi’s face was calm: “The Cult Leader is good in every way, but the only mistake is that you are not Yu Zhao.”

Yu Zhao’s heart trembled, her cheeks flushed, both pitying Bo Chi’s deep affection for her, and feeling sour and shaken, only feeling that with the other party’s words, she would be willing to die now.

After taking two deep breaths and calming down the various emotions in her heart, Yu Zhao said softly: “Then let’s change the conditions. You stay in the Yu Mansion for three days to accompany Yu Zhao, and return to the cult for two days to practice martial arts and discuss with me. Other than that, you don’t need to do anything, how about that?”

Bo Chi was stunned, unable to understand why she was so easy to talk to, but since the other party was willing to give in, she naturally nodded in agreement: “As the Cult Leader says, I hope the Cult Leader will not go back on her word.”

Yu Zhao smiled lowly, and gently stroked Bo Chi’s face with her hand.

Bo Chi turned her face away, and said with lowered eyebrows: “It’s getting late, if the Cult Leader has nothing else, please go back and rest early.”

Yu Zhao paused, and said good.

When she turned to leave, she was still a little regretful.

When would Bo Chi know her identity?

Or rather, when could Bo Chi stop rejecting her current identity, even if she treated her as a friend, it would give her some comfort.

The cult leader’s sudden night visit made Bo Chi very worried.

She didn’t sleep well in the second half of the night, for fear that this beast with a ghost-like face would run back again and take advantage of her while she was asleep. Fortunately, she made it until dawn without the other party reappearing, which made Bo Chi breathe a sigh of relief.

In the early morning, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, making people feel refreshed.

Yu Zhao usually got up early to go to the academy, while Bo Chi was not supervised and always slept until half of the classes in the academy were over before lazily going to observe Yu Zhao secretly.

Last night, she was frightened by the cult leader, so she got up earlier than before, just in time to see Yu Zhao before she left, about to have breakfast.

Seeing her come in yawning, Yu Zhao immediately got up, took a handkerchief from the maid, dipped it in warm water, and came to Bo Chi, pressing it against the dark circles under her eyes.

Bo Chi’s eyelashes fluttered, and she obediently let her touch and touch. When she put down her hand, her voice was still as sweet as sugar: “Thank you, Ah Zhao.”

Yu Zhao put the handkerchief aside, smiled and led her to sit down at the table, but in her heart she couldn’t help but think of last night, Bo Chi’s caution and resistance in front of the ‘cult leader’.

Sigh.

The gap between the two sides was too big, even though the main character was herself, she still felt an unbalanced psychology.

No…

It was precisely because both were her that she would feel more at a loss and uneasy.

Yu Zhao sighed in her heart, with a smile on her face, she rolled up her sleeves, picked up a bowl and chopsticks, and personally served Bo Chi food.

The maid on the side wanted to help, but was waved away by Yu Zhao.

The two had a sweet breakfast, and when they went out, Bo Chi wanted to slip away, but was grabbed by Yu Zhao: “If you have nothing to do, why don’t you accompany me to the academy?”

Bo Chi thought about it, being able to sit openly beside Yu Zhao was better than sitting on a tree branch every day, so she nodded decisively: “Okay.”

They came to the academy together, sitting together as if no one else was around.

The surrounding students looked over in surprise, but because of Yu Zhao’s usual cold temperament, no one dared to come forward and question them.

After a while, the painting teacher came in with a pile of paintings. He didn’t call names, nor did he look at the students. He directly opened one of the paintings and immersed himself in explaining the mysteries to everyone.

Too many professional terms made Bo Chi unable to understand, but in order not to embarrass Yu Zhao beside her, she still maintained the demeanor of a good student seriously, nodding and appearing enlightened from time to time.

Soon, the painting teacher closed his mouth with satisfaction, began to distribute the scrolls, and asked them to do their homework, to paint a scene they liked the most.

Yu Zhao quickly picked up her brush, and with a few strokes, she drew a vivid picture. Looking at the general appearance, it seemed to be a cave.

Bo Chi didn’t think much, and directly used the cartoon style she learned in elementary school to draw a beautiful girl with long purple hair sitting by the window, painting.

After most people finished painting, the painting teacher picked a few to comment on, and then announced the end of class.

The others packed up and left, only Yu Zhao was not in a hurry, carefully finishing and tidying up, and finally put down her brush and ink, showing a satisfied smile.

Bo Chi leaned closer to her, and at a glance, her memory was pulled back to the scene of their first meeting: “Is this the cave where you picked me up? The one in red is me? Am I this beautiful?”

“Yes.” Yu Zhao smiled radiantly: “Very beautiful, like a goddess from the sky falling into the mortal world, anyone who sees it will fall in love at first sight.”

Bo Chi: “Ew…”

Wasn’t this filter a bit too thick?

Yu Zhao finished laughing, and turned her head to look at her painting.

Seeing the cartoon character, she couldn’t help but chuckle: “Very cute style, as cute as you.”

Bo Chi always felt that she was mocking herself, but when she looked suspiciously, she saw that Yu Zhao really had a look of love in her eyes. She could only assume that she had misheard, and said reservedly: “So-so, third in kindergarten. Come, come, come, can you recognize who this is?”

Yu Zhao’s slender hand brushed across the scroll, brushed over the falling petals outside the window, and skimmed over the girl’s purple dress, which was very familiar, and finally stopped on the painting in the painting, and said hesitantly: “I can recognize the others, but this painting within a painting… What is it?”

“A cave.” Bo Chi analyzed seriously for her: “I thought you were drawing a fierce tiger in the mountains, so I followed suit. Look at this stick figure with the word ‘king’ on its head, doesn’t it look like a Manchurian tiger?”

Yu Zhao was silent for two seconds, and nodded against her conscience: “…Yes, it looks very much like it.”

Bo Chi narrowed her eyes smugly, happily rolled up the painting, and prepared to take it back to her room and hang it on the wall, to admire her masterpiece every day.

Yu Zhao hesitated, hesitated again, and finally closed her mouth.

Forget it, the stick figure tiger only accounted for one percent of the picture area. When Bo Chi hung it on the wall, the first thing she would see was the purple-skirted little person representing her.

In that case, let her hang it…

Yu Zhao convinced herself with a complicated mood.

However, three days later, when she returned to the demonic cult according to the agreement with Bo Chi, and was thinking about how to approach the other party, she raised her head and saw the familiar painting hanging in the other party’s room.

Yu Zhao’s expression immediately cracked.

Why… Why could she see this Manchurian tiger here too!!

The author has something to say: Yu Zhao’s self-comfort: It’s okay, the first thing my wife sees is still me.

Yu Zhao returning to the demonic cult: Damn, why is this Manchurian tiger following me like a ghost? This is outrageous!!

Chapter Thirty-Four p1

The full moon hung high in the sky, its light obscured by clouds and mist, appearing somewhat hazy.

Except for the courtyard where they were, the other pavilions and rooms had already turned off their lights, and everyone had fallen into a quiet sleep. Only Yu Zhao was caught off guard by the kiss. For a moment, she was clear-headed and stunned, staring at Bo Chi. Her heartbeat unknowingly accelerated, like a war drum beating against her chest, making her dizzy and unable to think, her mind full of chaotic thoughts.

Why did Bo Chi kiss her?

It was just a glass of wine, could she be drunk?

Even if she was drunk, why didn’t she make a fuss, but instead kissed her?

Yu Zhao was thrown off balance by this kiss, and was stunned for a long time without recovering.

Bo Chi narrowed her eyes, like a well-fed cat basking in the sun, contentedly tilting the wine pot and pouring herself another glass of wine.

Although she was usually quite heartless, her eyes were lively when she looked around, making people happy to see her.

But now she was slow to react, her almond eyes moist, drinking wine without stopping, one glass after another, and in the blink of an eye, she showed a charming and slightly drunk state, which made people unable to feel like a doting mother, but instead aroused an unspeakable desire.

Yu Zhao reacted, a strange color flashed in her eyes, she raised her hand and took away her wine glass, not letting her continue drinking.

Bo Chi looked at the wine glass blankly. Seeing Yu Zhao’s face, she no longer insisted on the wine glass, but instead leaned softly against Yu Zhao, her voice sweet as if she hadn’t just drunk wine, but had eaten a lot of osmanthus candy: “Ah Zhao… Why, why have you become two people?”

She muttered and asked, tilting her head to look at Yu Zhao, her beautiful eyes trying to open wide, as if she wanted to see clearly. However, as soon as her head moved, her body slumped weakly, and Yu Zhao had to hold her waist to stabilize her.

Bo Chi smiled foolishly, rubbed her neck, and messed up her soft, black hair.

Yu Zhao looked at her, also feeling confused. She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then held out three fingers and asked her: “How many is this?”

Bo Chi followed her blankly, raised her hand, clumsily imitated her and held out four fingers, and said with a bright smile: “It’s seven!”

Yu Zhao: “…”

How did she come up with three numbers that had nothing to do with each other?

Yu Zhao was speechless, and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

After holding back, she thought for a while, and felt that it was good that the girl was drunk, which made it easier for her to probe: “You…”

Yu Zhao originally wanted to ask how the other party viewed herself and how she viewed the demonic cult in the martial arts world, but when the words came out, she changed her mind, her eyelashes trembling: “You… Why did you kiss me?”

Bo Chi moved her head, her black hair slipping down her shoulders, revealing a face with flushed cheeks: “Because I like you.”

Yu Zhao’s hand trembled, and she almost couldn’t hold her steady.

No matter how she thought about it, she didn’t expect Bo Chi to give her this answer.

Yu Zhao felt it was absurd.

How long had they known each other? How long had they been together?

The other party didn’t even understand her other side, yet she liked her so easily?

It was because she recognized the demonic cult pattern embroidered on the hem of Bo Chi’s clothes in the cave that she took the other party in. Although she later developed a good impression of the other party, she always remembered that the other party was a member of the demonic cult, so she restrained her feelings and did not indulge herself.

She thought that her relationship with Bo Chi should be that of friends.

Even if her love in her heart was far more than what she showed, it didn’t matter, anyway, she could disguise it.

But tonight’s kiss, a sentence from the girl under the influence of alcohol, successfully shattered the defense line in her heart, making her heart tremble, and she was actually a little unable to suppress her inner emotions.

She should… also admire the other party.

Perhaps it was love at first sight.

Perhaps it was even earlier than love at first sight.

The ancients admired the goddess pictures they painted themselves, and her beloved seemed to have been imprinted in her soul long ago.

The world was bustling, people coming and going, but only her appearance could make her heart beat.

The so-called ‘demonic cult pattern’, ‘helping cult members by the way’, ‘observing the purpose of this demonic cult member’, in the end, were just excuses for her to persuade herself.

In fact, she had fallen in love with the girl before she even realized it.

After Yu Zhao figured this out, her heart was complicated.

Because she still remembered what the girl had said in front of her other identity – to use the Yu Mansion to assassinate Ling Zheng.

The sweet confession and this cruel sentence were intertwined, making Yu Zhao unable to tell which side was Bo Chi’s true face.

She tightened her arms around the other party, her eyes like ink, obscure and unclear, staring at Bo Chi.

Bo Chi was oblivious, her small face resting on her shoulder, her red lips slightly parted, vaguely revealing white teeth and a red tongue.

Yu Zhao looked at her, and her gaze gradually changed.

She stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the girl’s chin and raised it slightly, lowered her head and attached herself to the other party’s lips, exploring and tracing meticulously.

Her movements were very slow, with the clumsiness of a first-timer, and also mixed with a slight nervousness.

But Bo Chi didn’t have this concern. Feeling the familiar tip of the tongue tentatively approaching, she immediately closed her eyes and responded.

Yu Zhao’s breathing became unsteady, and she immediately clasped the back of the girl’s head, deepening the kiss.

A breeze blew, leaving pink and white petals on their long hair and clothes.

The hazy moonlight shone down, reflecting their intertwined shadows on the ground.

The night passed, and the sky was slightly bright.

The sounds of morning activity came from outside the courtyard.

Bo Chi woke up in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Yu Zhao’s face.

She was stunned for a moment, and slowly realized that she was sleeping in the other party’s arms.

Both of their clothes were intact. Bo Chi felt relieved after noticing this, and then recalled everything last night. She only clearly remembered the meeting with the cult leader, and had no impression of drinking and admiring the moon.

Bo Chi didn’t care too much. She was depressed by the big stone of the cult leader pressing on her heart. Staring at Yu Zhao for a while, she touched the other party’s face and gritted her teeth: “No matter what, I will definitely not let anything happen to you.”

She had a plan in mind, got out of bed gently, and decided to find a place to send a secret letter back to the cult.

As soon as she closed the door silently and left, Yu Zhao on the bed opened her eyes, raised her hand and covered the side of her face that Bo Chi had touched, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

No matter what Bo Chi wanted to do.

The fact that the other party had her in her heart was an indisputable fact.

And she didn’t ask for much, this was enough.

**

It was another dark and windy night.

In the demonic cult stronghold in the west of the city, whispers could be heard.

“Hasn’t the cult leader been in seclusion for the past few years? Why has he been appearing frequently recently?”

“It’s probably related to the Holy Maiden. Yesterday he met with the Holy Maiden, and today the Holy Maiden wrote a secret letter. After Yi Liu reported it as usual, the cult leader immediately decided to come over. There was no precedent for this in the past.”

“I see, could it be that the cult leader…”

“Hush! Be quiet, the cult leader is here.”

On the quiet and dark midnight street, a black figure appeared silently.

Yu Zhao ignored the fear and trepidation of the cult members and entered the room directly.

Yi Liu had been waiting for a long time, and at this time he was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, respectfully presenting the secret letter written by Bo Chi with both hands.

Yu Zhao took it, and when she opened it, a thought flashed through her mind – according to Bo Chi’s words in the morning, could this letter be words of pleading for her?

If so, that would be difficult…

How could she both agree to the other party’s request, maintain her ruthless image, and not let the other party discover her identity?

Yu Zhao thought deeply, came back to her senses and restrained her emotions, and decided to read the letter first.

The letter was opened, and Bo Chi’s graceful and clear handwriting appeared in front of her eyes: [To the Cult Leader, your subordinate has been undercover in the Yu Mansion for many days, but has not yet seen the shadow of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng. After much deliberation, I think it may be that the only daughter of the Yu Mansion is ugly, arrogant, and not proficient in any of the four arts, which is why Ling Zheng does not value this fiancée…]

Yu Zhao: ???

The following words were no longer important.

Yu Zhao’s attention was completely attracted by the words ‘ugly face’.

She laughed in anger, her internal force shook and almost shattered the secret letter. Thinking that it was written by Bo Chi, she finally held back, but angrily stuffed the secret letter into her arms, and strode towards the Yu Mansion.

The Yu Mansion was shrouded in darkness, quiet and without movement.

Yu Zhao appeared silently in Bo Chi’s room. Until she approached the bed, Bo Chi was still immersed in her dreams, and a section of her flat and delicate belly was exposed.

Yu Zhao looked at it for a while, her face cold, she reached out, and just as she touched the girl’s clothes, preparing to help the other party cover her stomach, Bo Chi suddenly opened her eyes, her misty eyes still carrying a bit of confusion.

After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, before Yu Zhao could speak, Bo Chi took a step back, leaned against the corner of the bed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and said in a frightened and stumbling voice: “Cult, Cult Leader…”

Yu Zhao saw that she had misunderstood, and couldn’t help but move her eyebrows, explaining: “Your stomach is exposed, I was going to help you cover it, don’t overthink it.”

Bo Chi nodded repeatedly.

Yu Zhao’s expression relaxed slightly. Seeing that she was too far away from her, she couldn’t help but take another step closer.

Bo Chi at the corner of the bed was immediately frightened, and kept retreating, looking like she wanted to hide in the wall.

Yu Zhao: “…”

She said not to overthink it, but this clearly showed that she didn’t believe it!

Seeing the girl widen her eyes, looking like she was afraid of a pervert, Yu Zhao felt aggrieved, but she couldn’t explain desperately to destroy her current identity, so she could only take out the secret letter with a dark face and stiffly change the subject: “Is this the secret letter you wrote?”

Bo Chi glanced at it and nodded weakly.

Yu Zhao sneered: “You think the only daughter of the Yu Mansion is ugly?”

Bo Chi blinked, carefully gauging the cold-blooded cult leader’s thoughts, and said cautiously: “Yes, she’s merely a nobleman’s daughter – her only connection to Ling Zheng being a childhood betrothal. While our Demonic Cult may be… ill-reputed, we’re not unreasonable people. Wouldn’t it be better to first befriend Ling Zheng and then…”

Yu Zhao didn’t have the patience to listen to this long-winded talk, she interrupted Bo Chi’s words, gritted her teeth and said word by word: “Where is the only daughter of the Yu Mansion ugly? Tell me in detail, where, exactly, is she, ugly.”

Bo Chi heard her gnashing her teeth, and was startled for a moment.

Could it be that the demonic cult was so cruel that they wanted to destroy the parts of Yu Zhao that were ugly?

No——

Yu Zhao was thinking… You say it! Say where it’s ugly, and she’ll change it!

If she really couldn’t change it, she could also put on makeup every day, as long as… as long as Bo Chi liked it.

The two people’s thoughts were completely different, but their moods were similar, both slightly nervous.

Bo Chi was afraid that she would say something wrong and harm Yu Zhao, and said carefully: “She, her aesthetic is too ugly, she actually has a deep affection for Ling Zheng. Everyone in our demonic cult is beautiful and kind-hearted, especially you, Cult Leader, you are unparalleled in the world, aren’t you a thousand times, ten thousand times better than that Ling Zheng?”

Yu Zhao’s expression changed, and finally she was barely satisfied. After all, the ‘Cult Leader’ was also her, and Bo Chi praising the Cult Leader was praising herself.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao’s tone softened: “Do you really think so?”

Bo Chi nodded seriously, trying to make herself more sincere: “The only daughter of the Yu Mansion has no vision and is not worthy of respect. After we assassinate the leader of the martial arts alliance, we should just abandon her, so as not to dirty our hands by killing her.”

 

Chapter Thirty-Three

The person behind her was too close to Bo Chi, and Bo Chi didn’t even think deeply about how Yu Zhao appeared behind her silently. She was directly scared, her hair standing on end, and she jumped away screaming: “You, you, you, don’t blow on me!”

Yu Zhao always unconsciously curled her lips when facing her, and this time was no exception. She smiled and looked at the bouquet in her arms: “For me?”

Bo Chi failed to scare her and was scared instead, quite losing face, she said fiercely: “No!”

Yu Zhao walked up to her, raised her hand to touch the delicate flowers, but her gaze always fell on her face, and said softly: “But I like this bouquet very much… I want it.”

Her eyes were long and narrow, her eyes slightly darkened, and her slow words added a bit of seduction because of her smile. Bo Chi’s ears turned red, and she hurriedly pushed the flowers into her arms, and said gruffly: “Okay, okay, okay, it’s for you.”

“Thank you, Chi’er.” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened as she took the flowers. When she turned to put them in a vase by the window, a faint white powder sprinkled silently from her long sleeves.

The powder fell on the pink and white petals, completely inconspicuous.

Bo Chi didn’t notice, followed her to the small window, and invited Yu Zhao to play chess together.

They admired the flowers, played chess, tasted fragrant tea, and chatted and laughed until evening.

According to the usual habit, Bo Chi should get up and go back to her own room at this time.

But for some reason, she was very sleepy today. Before she could say goodbye, she closed her eyes in a daze.

Yu Zhao, who was sitting opposite her, remained calm, calmly put down the chess pieces, surrounded Bo Chi’s white pieces into a dead end, then leisurely came to the door and said faintly: “Miss Bo will sleep with me tonight. Without my permission, you are not allowed to come in.”

The maids hurriedly agreed.

After giving the order, Yu Zhao came to the beauty couch, bent down and carried the girl to the bed.

When Bo Chi fell asleep naturally, she would always have a little reaction, either muttering words that others couldn’t understand, or habitually rubbing against the person closest to her.

But at this time, Bo Chi was quiet, like a sleeping beauty without a sound. Yu Zhao stared at her for a while, and for a moment felt that it was cuter for a little girl to be lively.

This was completely different from her usual preference for quietness.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao immediately restrained her expression, no longer staring at the girl’s eyebrows and eyes and thinking about some things, but turned the vase on the bookshelf and entered the opened secret door.

Bo Chi slept deeply and soundly, and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky. When she woke up and found herself sleeping in Yu Zhao’s bed, she got up in confusion and went to find a maid.

The maid briefly explained Yu Zhao’s instructions last night, and added: “Miss has already gone to the academy. Before leaving, she instructed the servants to keep the food warm. Do you want to eat now, miss?”

Bo Chi nodded.

After eating, she meditated honestly, and then practiced her lightness skills in the flower trees in the backyard.

After busily finishing her daily routine, Yu Zhao still hadn’t returned. Bo Chi sat in place for a while, finally feeling lonely and bored, and decided to sneak out to see what the other party was doing.

The Yu Mansion had been passed down for hundreds of years, and the mansion was extremely large. Elegant buildings like the academy were built directly in the house for the children of the mansion to study diligently every day.

Bo Chi easily found the academy. Seeing Yu Zhao sitting by the window, she lightly tapped her toes on the petals, twisted her waist, and sat down on the branch.

A breeze suddenly rose, and the petals fluttered. The girl’s thin gauze skirt swayed like white waves, revealing her snow-white and slender ankles from time to time.

Yu Zhao originally lowered her eyes, quietly playing a quiet and lonely tune.

Hearing the slight movement in the wind, she raised her eyes without changing her expression and glanced out the window.

At a glance, she saw the girl swaying her legs freely, excitedly picking flowers from the tree, then puffing up her cheeks and blowing, having a great time.

Yu Zhao’s calm state of mind was suddenly disrupted, and she played a wrong note in the tune, turning the sorrowful emotion into a strong but secretly restrained joy.

The people in the academy who were listening with admiration were stunned. The music teacher came back to his senses and said with a smile: “In this beautiful spring scenery, playing some autumn wind and bleakness is indeed out of place. The eldest young lady’s change is just right, just continue to play.”

Yu Zhao lowered her eyes and responded faintly.

Everyone thought that she changed the tune because of the season.

Only she herself knew that it was because she saw the bright and lively girl, and thus saw the spring, and could no longer feel sad about spring and autumn, only full of joy.

Bo Chi’s days of recuperation were easy and happy. When Yu Zhao was in class, she would observe secretly. When Yu Zhao came back, she would play with her. Although strictly speaking, she was the one making trouble and she was the one laughing, but in Bo Chi’s eyes, there was no difference.

The only thing that bothered her was the Third Young Master Yu Zhou, who always came to her to learn martial arts, eager to learn a trick or two to travel the martial arts world.

Bo Chi herself was stumbling in her exploration of martial arts, how could she have the energy to teach him.

Fortunately, Yu Zhao somehow learned about this matter, and casually said a few words in front of Yu’s father. Yu Zhou was overwhelmed by the heavy workload, and could no longer find time to harass Bo Chi.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Bo Chi’s injuries healed, and there were no major problems.

Just as she was planning to go boating with Yu Zhao, a secret letter came from the spies of the demonic cult.

[The cult leader has ordered that the Holy Maiden go to the Yaolang shop in the west of the city tonight.]

Bo Chi exclaimed.

In the plot, the leader of this demonic cult was just a background character.

‘He’ was in seclusion all year round, and occasionally appeared wearing a large black robe and a bronze ghost face mask, making it impossible for people to know whether ‘he’ was male or female, or what ‘he’ looked like.

But because ‘he’ had superb martial arts skills and profound internal strength, and five years ago, he overwhelmed all the cult members and forcefully sat in the position of the leader, everyone was convinced and respected him, and did not dare to offend him.

The original owner, the witch, was not familiar with this cult leader. She became the Holy Maiden after the cult leader went into seclusion.

Now that she received this urgent summons, Bo Chi couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, and instinctively didn’t want to go. After thinking calmly, she was worried that if she didn’t go back, Yu Zhao would inexplicably enter the eyes of the demonic cult and provoke a murderous disaster.

For now, she still had to think of a reasonable way to deal with it.

Bo Chi had various thoughts in her mind. When it got dark, she slipped out of the Yu Mansion and went straight to the west of the city.

And not far behind her, there was always a hazy figure, following her slowly.

The streets in the west of the city were already dark, and the night watchman had just started his shift.

The front yard of the Yaolang shop was closed, but the back yard was lit.

Bo Chi was very conscious of being a member of the demonic cult. She was wearing a black robe when she went out, and she didn’t take off her hood when she entered the house. She just asked nervously: “Where’s the cult leader?”

Yaolang didn’t answer, but frowned and asked vigilantly: “Why is the Holy Maiden so serious today?”

Bo Chi: “…”

Oh, she almost forgot, the original owner was a little vixen.

She coughed lightly, and when she spoke again, she smiled: “It’s my first time meeting the cult leader, so I should be more proper. But since Yi Liu, you like my usual appearance, then I will…”

Yaolang interrupted her: “You’re not wearing makeup today either.”

Bo Chi covered her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes swirling, really a bit charming: “What, do I not look good like this?”

Yaolang frowned, looked at her coldly for a while, and moved aside: “Holy Maiden, please come in.”

Bo Chi smiled enchantingly, her slender white fingers toying with her hair as she glided gracefully into the room.

In the simple room, someone was already sitting in the first seat.

Even though the other party was wearing a mask, Bo Chi could still feel that the other party was staring at her with interest.

Her little heart trembled, but her expression remained unchanged, and she said in a delicate voice: “Holy Maiden Bo Chi, greets the Cult Leader.”

“Yes.” The cult leader spoke concisely, his voice seemed to have been processed, hoarse and low, vaguely carrying a bit of charm, blurring and making it impossible to guess his gender: “Come here.”

Bo Chi’s heart skipped a beat, and she braced herself and approached.

As soon as she stood still, the cult leader suddenly stood up and pinched her pointed chin condescendingly.

The force was not heavy.

But Bo Chi was still frightened, and almost screamed and ran away.

“Are you afraid of me?” The cult leader narrowed his eyes.

Bo Chi pretended to be calm: “I am a member of the demonic cult, how can I be afraid of the cult leader? It’s just that the cult leader suddenly got close, which made me a little overwhelmed.”

The cult leader chuckled lowly, and was quite tolerant and let go of her hand. His fingers rubbed slightly in a place that Bo Chi didn’t notice, and then he continued: “Why did you infiltrate the Yu Mansion?”

Here it comes.

Bo Chi’s heart tightened, but she was not flustered.

She had long expected the cult leader to ask this, and immediately took out the witch’s plan in the plot: “The leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng, and the only daughter of the Yu Mansion have been engaged since childhood. I can’t defeat Ling Zheng head-on, so I thought of infiltrating the Ling family through the Yu Mansion, and then finding an opportunity to kill him!”

The cult leader fell into a long silence.

Bo Chi waited and waited, seeing that he was neither happy nor angry, his aura gloomy, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, and whispered: “If the cult leader is dissatisfied…”

The cult leader suddenly let out a short, cold laugh: “What dissatisfaction can I have? The Holy Maiden is so considerate of the demonic cult, it should be the fortune of the demonic cult.”

Bo Chi: “…”

What’s going on.

I feel like this cult leader is being sarcastic.

Bo Chi was stunned, and for a moment didn’t dare to speak, lowering her head and pretending to be dumb.

The cult leader’s anger was rolling in her heart. No matter how she thought about it, she didn’t expect Bo Chi to be so ruthless. She clearly smiled so sweetly and softly at her every day, but her heart was so cold.

But looking at the top of the other party’s head, she couldn’t bring herself to punish her, and could only say in a cold voice: “I understand your plan, go ahead and do it.”

Do what?

Don’t tell me she, a Holy Maiden, has to single-handedly assassinate the leader of the martial arts alliance?

Bo Chi’s face collapsed, but she didn’t dare to show it, and could only say firmly: “Yes!”

Walking out of the Yaolang shop, Bo Chi quickly wilted, her steps heavy as she thought about the next countermeasure.

When she returned to the Yu Mansion in a bad mood, the person standing in front of her door made her shiver again, and she opened her mouth: “Ah Zhao? It’s so late, why are you standing here and not resting?”

Yu Zhao turned around, her eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight. After seeing Bo Chi, the coldness melted a little, but there was still a bit of danger. Even though she soon curled her lips leisurely, that unkind meaning still made people’s hair stand on end: “The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I want to invite you to drink fine wine and enjoy the moon together.”

Bo Chi was very upset, and after hesitating for a moment, she readily nodded: “Okay, wait for me, I’ll be right there.”

She simply tidied up her clothes in the room, and when she came out again, she saw a small table set up under the tree in the courtyard, with clear wine already poured on it. Occasionally, the wind blew, and a table of fragrant petals fell.

Yu Zhao was already sitting at the table. Bo Chi followed and sat opposite her, raised her wine glass and lightly clinked it with the other party’s, and then drank it boldly.

Yu Zhao stared at her without blinking. Seeing that she loosened her eyebrows after drinking the wine, as if she had relaxed, she tentatively asked: “I didn’t see you when I entered the room just now, where did you go?”

Bo Chi said “ah” dully, and after a while, she smiled brightly: “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Yu Zhao followed her words and leaned closer to her. Just as she was about to ask again, the girl in front of her suddenly kissed her cheek with a sweet wine fragrance.

———

 

Chapter Thirty-Two p2

Bo Chi stopped in time, put her outer garment back on her shoulders, and coughed lightly: “Of course, we are both women, this set doesn’t apply.”

“Oh?” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened, and she said seriously: “But I like you very much, young lady. If you want to repay me with your body, it’s not impossible.”

“Huh?” Bo Chi didn’t expect her to be so easily seduced, and said in shock: “Aren’t you deeply in love with Ling Zheng?”

Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly: “We are meeting for the first time, young lady, but you know so much about my affairs. Thinking about it this way, it’s really unfair.”

Bo Chi hurriedly patched things up: “The Yu family of Jingzhou is a scholarly family with a hundred-year heritage, and your ancestors have even served as imperial tutors. So prominent and noble, outsiders have naturally heard of your marriage with the current leader of the martial arts alliance.”

“Is that so?” Yu Zhao glanced at her meaningfully, saw her nervously clutching her skirt, not even realizing that she had exposed a section of her soft and smooth thigh, just nodding her head, and couldn’t help but lick her lips, her smile deepening: “Then can the young lady talk about her own affairs, so that Yu Zhao can have a bottom line?”

Bo Chi immediately turned her mind, stumbling and trying to create an image of a ‘martial arts heroine accidentally injured’.

And opposite her, Yu Zhao held her chin with one hand, her eyes wandering around her body, glancing at the spring scenery under the red dress from time to time.

When the two maids brought dinner to the carriage, Bo Chi was also talking dry-mouthed and hungry.

Yu Zhao considerately sat up straight and said softly: “Miss Chi’er is hungry, right? Come and eat more.”

Bo Chi was moved by her thoughtfulness, and said tearfully as she took the chopsticks: “Thank you, Miss Yu Zhao, you are such a good person!”

“We hit it off at first sight, just call me Ah Zhao.” Yu Zhao casually lifted her skirt and covered the alluring scenery.

The two maids didn’t see anything, put down the food and obediently retreated.

After eating, Bo Chi still wanted to talk excitedly, but her body, which had lost too much blood, couldn’t support her energy. She could only lean on Yu Zhao’s shoulder as she spoke, and soon fell asleep with a long breath.

It gradually became quiet outside, and everyone began to rest.

The sound of rain not far away was not too loud or too soft, adding a bit of rhythm to the quiet midnight.

In the low-key and luxurious carriage, Yu Zhao placed Bo Chi flat on the soft fox fur bed, then took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, shook out a small pill with her wrist, and stuffed it into Bo Chi’s mouth.

Bo Chi, who was asleep, ate it without any precautions, didn’t taste anything, and subconsciously bit Yu Zhao’s slender white fingers, muttering and grinding.

Yu Zhao looked down at her, saw that she was drawing an alluring and charming makeup, but had an innocent and charming appearance of an ignorant girl, and couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

Their demonic cult was full of vicious people who pretended to be good people.

When did a little sheep disguised as a big bad wolf run in?

She hadn’t been back for a few years.

This demonic cult had really raised a treasure.

Yu Zhao curled her lips, amusedly teasing the girl’s soft tongue.

Bo Chi was disturbed, and finally retracted her head into the thin blanket, avoiding the rogue’s teasing.

The next day, the sky was slightly bright, the rain had stopped, and the mountain road had been washed. Although it was not easy to walk, the terrain could already be seen clearly.

The carriage set off shakily, Bo Chi woke up yawning, and noticed that the pain in her waist had lessened, and said happily: “It seems that in less than two days, I can take off the white cloth!”

“Congratulations.” Yu Zhao nodded to her and reminded: “The martial arts world is dangerous, you must be more careful when you go out in the future.”

“Yes, yes.” Bo Chi responded briskly, and then pulled her: “Where were we just now? Oh right, it was your fiancé Ling Zheng, who often goes to brothels when he’s on business trips…”

After walking for two or three days, they finally returned to the Yu Mansion.

Because Bo Chi had fabricated the image of a penniless female knight, she shamelessly asked to stay and work. Others had concerns, but they couldn’t do anything about the cold and reserved Yu Zhao. Under Yu Zhao’s insistence, Bo Chi finally stayed as a new maid. Her daily task was to chat with Yu Zhao, and she didn’t even need to pour tea or grind ink.

Bo Chi deeply felt that Yu Zhao was a good person now, and was embarrassed to bully her. All she did every day was to report Ling Zheng’s misdeeds to Yu Zhao, persevering in destroying this marriage and Yu Zhao’s mission – [Become Ling Zheng’s only wife.]

Yu Zhao never had any reaction to her words, and always focused on her every move.

But the maids who occasionally served tea and water were very unhappy to hear it. Finally, one afternoon, when Yu Zhao was called to the front hall, they caught Bo Chi under the eaves.

Bo Chi didn’t notice, and smiled radiantly: “Sisters, what’s the matter?”

Her face was still beautiful after removing her makeup, her smile was innocent and sweet, and her almond eyes looked at people, almost making people want to pinch her.

And this behavior had always been Yu Zhao’s exclusive right. The several maids like Green Dress and the others, even if their hearts were moved, were embarrassed to do it. But because of this, their tone softened, and the original reprimand became a discussion: “Don’t always speak ill of Young Master Ling in front of Miss in the future. Young Master Ling is the leader of the martial arts alliance, handsome, elegant, and extraordinary, and he is also Miss’s fiancé. If you speak ill of him every day, what if Miss takes it to heart and develops a dislike for Young Master Ling?”

Bo Chi blinked, thinking that this was her purpose, of course she had to keep talking.

Besides, she wasn’t lying, why should she cover up for Ling Zheng?

Bo Chi’s confidence came up, and she insisted: “I’m telling the truth, although Ling Zheng is the leader of the martial arts alliance, a young hero, he often goes to pleasure houses! Our Miss is so gentle and weak, how can she marry such a playboy?”

Green Dress wavered for a moment and whispered: “Isn’t it a man’s nature to be romantic? As long as he marries Miss, he will naturally restrain his temperament and only have Miss in his heart.”

Bo Chi hummed: “What if he doesn’t? Do you want to watch your Miss wash her face with tears after marriage, not seeing her husband all day, and being like a young widow?”

Green Dress exclaimed, covering Bo Chi’s lips, and chided with playful reproach: “You silly girl, how can you speak so bluntly?”

Bo Chi looked at her innocently.

Green Dress blushed inexplicably, her hand retracted as if it had been burned, and she bit her lip: “Anyway, anyway, you should talk less nonsense. It’s fine if we and Miss hear it, but if the master, madam, or the young masters who admire Young Master Ling hear it, then you’re finished!”

“—What’s finished?”

Before Bo Chi could answer, a curious voice interjected, and said with a smile: “You are the maids beside my sister, right? Why aren’t you doing your work, and all laughing and joking here?”

Green Dress and the others immediately saluted, and said with lowered eyebrows: “Greetings, Third Young Master.”

Third Young Master Yu Zhou casually told them to rise, his gaze fell on Bo Chi, who had remained motionless, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said eagerly: “This younger sister is so unfamiliar, could it be the girl that my sister picked up some time ago?”

Bo Chi blinked, nodded and asked: “Weren’t you and Yu Zhao both called to the front hall? Why are you back, and Yu Zhao hasn’t come back yet?”

She spoke directly, without the tactfulness that Yu Zhou was used to, but rather the unrestrained style of the martial arts world that he had in mind. For a time, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he was not angry but very happy to reply: “Sister is on her way back, you’re looking for her… What do you want with her?”

After saying a few literary words, Yu Zhou couldn’t help but change his words, gave up the scholarly elegance he had cultivated for many years, and said freely: “She’ll be back soon, don’t be in a hurry to find her, talk to me first. I heard you’re from the martial arts world? What’s the martial arts world like? Do you all drink and eat meat in large quantities? How is the money compensated for frequent fights in inns? Does the winner pay or the loser pay? Is Brother Ling Zheng’s long sword really made of thousand-year-old cold iron? Then he always wears the sword on his waist, won’t he be frozen into paraplegia?”

Bo Chi: “…”

It was the first time she had met someone more talkative than herself.

And the other party didn’t give her a chance to speak at all, chattering non-stop, as if he had thrown out all the questions he had accumulated over the years.

Bo Chi’s head hurt from listening, so she simply covered her ears and made an excuse: “I saw Ah Zhao, I’ll go find her!”

“Hey?” Yu Zhou anxiously went to pull her: “Wait a minute, I haven’t finished asking.”

Bo Chi turned her body, her toes lightly tapped the ground, and amidst the sudden exclamations of the maids, she stepped over the lotus leaves in the pond and left with fluttering clothes.

The original owner left behind too many martial arts skills, and it was Bo Chi’s first time encountering the martial arts world. Although she had the help of memory, it was still difficult to master, and she could only take it one step at a time.

And among swords, spears, swords, whips, fists, and palms, Bo Chi chose lightness skills first.

Because she was relatively cowardly, she didn’t dare to fight, she could only practice lightness skills and run away at critical moments.

Returning to where Yu Zhao was, Bo Chi entered the room. In order to avoid encountering any Third Young Master or Fourth Young Master again, she simply started to meditate and practice.

After practicing for two or three days, she exhaled a long breath, opened her eyes and saw that Yu Zhao hadn’t returned, so she decided to rest first.

Just as she took out the black and white chess pieces by the beauty couch, a gust of wind blew through the window, blowing in light pink petals.

Bo Chi’s attention was immediately diverted, she turned her head to look outside, and saw a row of flowering trees planted outside the window. At this time, the season was just right, the flowers were blooming brilliantly, pink, white, and purple intertwined, like a beautiful painting.

Bo Chi was interested, jumped out of the window lightly, her figure blending into the flowering trees, and soon returned with her body full of petals.

She held fresh flower branches in her arms, carefully selected them, and made a beautiful bouquet.

Then she skillfully tied a bow, and the gift for Yu Zhao was freshly made!

Bo Chi was very satisfied with her work. Hearing Yu Zhao’s instructions from outside the door, she hurriedly closed the window and secretly hid behind the bookshelf.

After a while, the door opened, and Yu Zhao called out gently: “Chi’er?”

Bo Chi didn’t make a sound, her eyes full of sparkling smiles, waiting for her to come over and surprise her.

However, after a sound, there was no movement outside the bookshelf, it was quiet as if there was no one there.

Bo Chi waited and waited, full of doubts. She didn’t hear the sound of the door opening again, so Yu Zhao should be outside?

She couldn’t figure it out, and couldn’t help but poke her head out from behind the bookshelf.

At a glance, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no one in the room. Yu Zhao seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Bo Chi was dumbfounded, and muttered in confusion: “Could it be that this person is a groundhog and can run away by burrowing?”

“Heh…”

As soon as she finished speaking, a low chuckle suddenly sounded behind her, the distance between the two so close that the other party’s shallow breath sprinkled on the back of her neck.

——–

The author has something to say:

Yu Zhao: Looking at my wife’s white legs openly.

Maids: Let us see!

Yu Zhao: Get lost.

Chapter Thirty-Two p1

Bo Chi was a little stunned: “Marriage? We haven’t even left the castle yet, and you’re already thinking that far ahead?”

“Is it far?” Yu Zhao lowered her head, her breath brushing against her snow-white neck, whispering as she gently nibbled: “Then let’s not wait. Let’s hold the wedding ceremony tonight and become husband and wife, how about that?”

Bo Chi itched from her kisses, and couldn’t stop laughing, pushing her away: “Stop it, we’ve done it so many times, we’re already considered husband and wife, okay?”

“It’s not the same.” Yu Zhao emphasized: “Marriage needs a sense of ceremony, to let you know how much I love you… How about this, if the white cat doesn’t make a move again, I’ll plant Ning Gui’s head in the garden in advance, as our wedding flower for tonight, what do you think?”

Bo Chi’s smile froze, and she moved her lips: “I think… it’s a bit unlucky.”

“Is it?” Yu Zhao didn’t feel it at all.

Bo Chi took a deep breath, finally preparing herself mentally to be in love with an evil spirit, and sighed, holding her forehead: “Forget it, let’s find a place with beautiful scenery. Too many people have died in this castle, I don’t want to get married here.”

Yu Zhao had long guessed her emotions and thoughts, and when she heard this, she smiled and said a bunch of good places that she had thought about for a long time.

The sky above was still foggy, and the castle was full of traces of despair and struggle.

But Bo Chi and Yu Zhao were like a ray of light leaking from the thick dark clouds, bright and brilliant, symbolizing the vitality of new life.

**

Ning Gui knelt in the garden and dug for a long time, so long that she became silent in her resentment and collapse, calmly and sadly understanding her fate.

She used to enjoy watching animals struggle for survival, desperately clawing at the soil with their last bit of strength. Now she had also become a tool for the animals’ amusement, struggling desperately for a glimmer of hope.

But in the end, neither side intended to let the other live from the beginning.

Ning Gui understood this, and stopped resisting.

She accepted that she would die, but there was still one thing she couldn’t forget – she had loved Bo Chi for so many years, and now she was going to die without letting the other party know her feelings, which was too sad and regrettable.

Ning Gui stood up and began to search and call out in the castle. She ran around tirelessly, with only one thought in her mind.

Whether Bo Chi agreed or not, no matter what Bo Chi thought, she had to confess to the other party!

She wanted to let Bo Chi remember her forever, to let Bo Chi never forget her even after she got married and had children, to let her have a place in the other party’s memory forever.

She could die, but she wanted to live forever in Bo Chi’s heart!

Ning Gui thought eagerly.

However, Yu Zhao saw through her thoughts and didn’t give her this opportunity at all. She directly isolated the room where Bo Chi was, so that Ning Gui passed by countless times without finding Bo Chi’s existence.

The two passed by each other countless times, until Ning Gui stopped breathing with unwillingness, Bo Chi still didn’t know that she had that kind of feeling for her.

The sky gradually darkened, and crows circled in the distance, seeming to be pecking at something.

Before Bo Chi could notice, Yu Zhao closed the window first, and smiled slightly: “This is our last night in the castle, go to bed early, and tomorrow you can return to the world you are familiar with.”

Bo Chi smiled at her and nodded obediently.

**

Evil spirits exist in this world because of their obsessions.

They also dissipate their spiritual bodies because their obsessions disappear.

When Bo Chi fell into eternal sleep first, Yu Zhao, who had transformed into an old woman, carried her to the bed, and then lay down on her body, closing her eyes.

The two intertwined their fingers, not separating even in death.

In the void space.

The system reported the host’s harvest as usual: “Worker 666, your current points are 197, Yu Zhao 200…”

Bo Chi was too lazy to listen to this, and interrupted excitedly: “Hurry up, go directly to the next world!”

The system was speechless, and could only throw her away.

Seeing the girl leave happily, it suddenly had some doubts about life.

What was going on?

It clearly found these people to work, how come these two were like taking public funds to travel and fall in love??

The system’s depression was not understood by anyone, and Bo Chi had already impatiently arrived in the new small world.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but hiss, looked down in confusion, and found that her waist was wrapped in a circle of white cloth, with scarlet blood seeping through.

She was injured?

Bo Chi reacted, stopped moving, and looked at her clothes and surroundings.

She was wearing a red dress, the neckline loose, revealing delicate collarbones. The skirt was layered but not heavy, but rather light and slit, vaguely revealing fair and delicate skin no matter how it was arranged.

No matter how you looked at it, the original owner seemed a little improper…

Bo Chi silently lifted her bustier, covering the alluring cleavage, looked up and looked around, only to see that it was raining lightly outside, and she was in a deserted cave. The ground was full of gravel, no traces of human activity could be seen, not even animal droppings, it seemed that this place was remote enough, and the original owner was temporarily staying here to recuperate and avoid the rain.

Since the surroundings were safe, Bo Chi began to receive the plot with peace of mind.

This was a martial arts romance novel with a tragic love story. The male lead, Ling Zheng, was the leader of the martial arts alliance, vowed to eradicate the demonic cult, and had a childhood sweetheart fiancée, the female lead – Miss Yu Zhao of the Yu family, a scholarly and prestigious family.

The two should have been a perfect match, but the demonic cult’s witch was rescued by the kind Miss Yu Zhao after being injured. The witch had a flash of inspiration and decided to infiltrate the Yu Mansion and wait for an opportunity to assassinate the leader Ling Zheng.

Because of a series of coincidences, the witch not only failed to make a move, but instead fell in love with Ling Zheng. She was unscrupulous, and repeatedly seduced Ling Zheng. Even after Miss Yu Zhao married into the Ling Mansion, she still hooked Ling Zheng everywhere, torturing the female lead to tears.

After a long time, Ling Zheng was reluctant to part with the enchanting witch, and also pitied his lotus-like fiancée. In the end, he decided to give the witch a new identity and take her into the mansion as a concubine, enjoying the happiness of having both a beautiful wife and a beautiful concubine.

There was a large section of domestic abuse and angst in the later part of the plot, which Bo Chi didn’t even read, and directly closed.

Seriously, she didn’t want to marry Ling Zheng.

——And Yu Zhao, even if the other party was now the male lead’s fiancée, she wouldn’t allow her to marry!

Having been pampered wholeheartedly by Yu Zhao for several worlds, Bo Chi had unknowingly become spoiled.

Although it was limited to Yu Zhao, she had the confidence to believe that she could prevent this marriage.

But for the time being, she still had to act, waiting for the kind Miss Yu Zhao to pass by and rescue her back to the Yu Mansion.

Just as she thought of this, faint footsteps suddenly came from outside.

The witch had martial arts skills, and even though Bo Chi was not very proficient in using them, she could still vaguely hear the voices not far away: “Miss, there’s a cave ahead! I don’t know if the rain will get heavier. We’ve already gone off course, why don’t we rest in the cave first, and wait for the rain to stop before finding our way back to the mansion?”

Amidst the rapid rain, a clear and pleasant voice sounded, like the bright moon on a summer night, both cold and unattainable: “Yes, let’s go.”

With the master’s permission, the group hurried closer. Just as they entered the cave and before they could relax, someone exclaimed in surprise: “Miss, there’s already someone here! And it’s a girl in red!”

Everyone looked over, and saw the girl in red with thin clothes, covering her body, her waist wrapped in white cloth, seemingly seriously injured.

The girl’s face was delicate, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes closed, her face pale, but her lips, painted with rouge, were bright and alluring, making people feel pity, and at the same time, couldn’t help but be tempted.

With a slight rustling of the curtain, the Miss in the crowd looked over.

After glancing at Bo Chi, her eyes suddenly deepened, the corners of her lips slightly raised, but her tone was still cold: “Green Dress, Red Hairpin, carry her to the carriage.”

The steward on the side immediately hesitated: “Miss… This girl is injured on her waist, she’s probably from the martial arts world. Bringing her onto the carriage rashly, I’m afraid there’s danger!”

“It’s fine.” Yu Zhao said faintly: “I can handle her.”

The pretending-to-be-unconscious Bo Chi snorted proudly in her heart.

“Now, she was the Witch of the Demonic Cult—second only to one, above ten thousand others. Pah! She was the Holy Maiden!”

Her martial arts were superb, and ordinary people couldn’t even block a few moves, let alone hurt her.

Yu Zhao was now just a weak young lady from a noble family, yet she was so confident that she could handle her. She would see how she would bully this young lady until she cried when she woke up!

Bo Chi pretended to be unconscious, hehehe-ing in her heart, and let herself be carried into the carriage.

The servants and guards outside tidied up the surroundings, and soon lit a fire and started cooking dinner.

And Yu Zhao sat beside her all the time, without saying a word.

If it weren’t for the other party’s gaze being too obvious, falling on her as if it had substance, Bo Chi would have thought that there was no one else in the carriage besides herself.

After pretending to be unconscious for a while, smelling the delicious aroma of roasted meat from outside, Bo Chi raised her hand and held her forehead, seemingly waking up faintly, and whispered: “Where is this…”

“In a cave, in a carriage.” Yu Zhao’s voice sounded, slightly softened and gentle: “The young lady was injured, and I was worried about you, so I ordered people to place you here. Has the young lady’s injury improved now? If you are still unwell, you can return to the mansion with me later. I am Yu Zhao, the only daughter of the Yu family in Jingzhou, and I will definitely not deceive you.”

“Thank you, Miss Yu Zhao.” Bo Chi successfully joined the team returning to the Yu Mansion, and was so happy that her eyes brightened. She smiled and deliberately said: “A life-saving grace should be repaid with one’s body. Miss Yu Zhao, I am willing…”

As she spoke, she tugged at her outer garment, revealing her delicate, snow-white skin. She originally intended to tease Yu Zhao to the point, and appreciate the shy and flustered expression of the always calm other party.

However, until her outer garment slipped to her elbows, revealing her round and smooth shoulders, Yu Zhao still looked at her gently, her eyes slightly darkened, without saying a word.

If she continued to tease, the development of the situation would be a bit intense.

 

Chapter Thirty-One p2

Bo Chi raised her small fist, and pounded her like she was acting coquettishly, neither lightly nor heavily: “I’m just a little emotional, after all, Ning Gui is still young, and when she’s outside, she’s always gentle and weak, and many people have a crush on her…”

“Knowing people, knowing their faces, but not knowing their hearts.” Yu Zhao had seen many people with honeyed words and a sword in their belly, and said indifferently: “If someone like her hides until she gets married and has children, who knows how many innocent and pitiful animals will die tragically in her hands.”

Bo Chi nodded silently, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but ask: “You understand human nature very well?”

Yu Zhao chuckled: “I can’t say I understand it very well, but I know more than you, a little girl who’s still in school.”

Bo Chi hummed: “Then let me ask you, if two good friends who have a very good relationship suddenly fall out when they graduate, and one of them even says that she never regarded the other person as a best friend, then, then… did the other person do something wrong?”

Yu Zhao looked down at her.

Bo Chi tried to blink, holding back the sourness in her eyes, and said fiercely: “What are you looking at me for?”

Yu Zhao hesitated, and said a little carefully: “I feel like you… are a little aggrieved.”

“No!” Bo Chi denied it in one breath, and as if to convince herself, she repeated: “No, I don’t have any good friends, only a disgusting rival. What’s there to be aggrieved about?”

Yu Zhao sensed that she was in a low mood, raised her hand and rubbed her head, and shifted the topic to the question: “How was the relationship between the pair of friends you mentioned before graduation?”

“Very good.” Bo Chi said gloomily: “They’ve known each other since they were young, they’re childhood sweethearts. In elementary school, I—cough, let’s call them B and Y. B liked to stick to Y since she was a child, always going over to do homework with her, secretly putting breakfast and snacks in her desk, and when she found out that Y was being abused at home, she was the first to let her parents send her father to prison.”

“B believed that she was absolutely devoted to Y. She, who always had a short attention span, wanted to be best friends with someone forever for the first time.” Bo Chi said, and couldn’t help but pinch Yu Zhao. Seeing Yu Zhao’s eyebrows twitch, she said fiercely: “But Y was always lukewarm to her, only silently taking care of B in action. B thought that Y was not good at expressing herself, and never asked for more. When she planned to follow the trend and have a sweet relationship when she graduated, she even excitedly pulled her to look at handsome guys.”

“But that was their first quarrel.” Bo Chi’s momentum deflated, and she whispered: “Y said very hurtful words, B was sad and slammed the door and left. After that, she childishly targeted Y everywhere, Y didn’t give in, and retaliated against B, causing B’s other friends to get married and have children, while she was still a lonely single dog…”

“Later, they were at odds with each other, both regarding each other as rivals. Whenever they met, they would inevitably be expressionless. The gatherings they were both at were as cold as a pool of stagnant water. More and more people knew that they were not on good terms, and began to consciously avoid them being present at the same time.” Bo Chi said sadly: “But only B and B’s family knew that she had never given up on figuring out the reason for the falling out. In order to make them mend their broken mirror—pah!—of reconciling them, B’s brother even arranged for them to be in the same car on his wedding day, but unfortunately there was an accident, and the questions that B had rehearsed countless times in her mind were ultimately not asked.”

Yu Zhao touched Bo Chi’s head heavily: “My condolences.”

Bo Chi: “…She’s not dead yet!”

Yu Zhao was silent for two seconds, put down her hand nonchalantly, and coughed lightly: “I see, the reason why Y fell out with B must be because…”

Bo Chi looked up at her, the seriousness in her eyes impossible to ignore.

Yu Zhao was inexplicably a little unhappy, vaguely feeling that Bo Chi cared a little too much about the Y in the story.

This made her swallow the guess that ‘Y might have a crush on B’, and instead said seriously: “It must be because she’s ugly and psychologically distorted, and mistakenly thought that B taking her to see handsome guys was a veiled mockery and ridicule of her, coupled with being abused as a child, and B’s compassionate and enthusiastic offering of breakfast…”

“Wait, wait!” Bo Chi was dumbfounded, and hurriedly grabbed Yu Zhao’s arm, explaining desperately: “B didn’t mean to offer it, it was because Y was thin and small at that time, and often held her hand against her stomach. B was afraid that she would ruin her health, so she gave her breakfast. In order not to let her misunderstand, B gave it secretly, she shouldn’t have known it was B.”

Yu Zhao asked calmly: “Who was she closest to at that time?”

Bo Chi was stunned and hesitated: “It should be B.”

Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows: “Then who do you think she thought of first when she found the breakfast? Or rather, among so many people, who would be kind enough to give her breakfast?”

Bo Chi was stunned.

She originally thought that this secret had been well hidden.

But seeing Yu Zhao’s immediate reaction… Could it be that the little Yu Zhao back then had also discovered the truth long ago?

“…In summary, Y is a narrow-minded, extremely inferior, wealthy-hating, and insidious person.” Yu Zhao saw Bo Chi’s stunned face, and became more and more calm: “This kind of person is not suitable for deep friendship, and is not worth paying attention to. I think you can stop caring about her and focus on the people around you.”

Speaking of this, Yu Zhao raised her head slightly, her whole body filled with reserved hints.

Bo Chi stared at her blankly, looked at her for a long time, then turned her head and stepped on the black soil without saying a word.

Yu Zhao was puzzled, reached out and turned her face back, forcing her to look at herself: “Unhappy?”

Bo Chi nodded silently, pulled her hand down, and said seriously: “I don’t think Y is that kind of person, even you… can’t slander her like that.”

Yu Zhao was immediately amused, and asked through gritted teeth: “Who exactly is Y?”

Bo Chi pursed her lips and muttered: “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, I won’t tell you!”

She pushed Yu Zhao away and walked back unhappily.

After taking two steps, her waist tightened, and Yu Zhao picked her up in a princess carry and strode into the house.

Bo Chi was startled, wrapped her arms around Yu Zhao’s neck, and said in confusion: “What are you doing?”

Yu Zhao looked down at her and smiled sinisterly: “Fucking. You.”

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Bo Chi deeply realized what it meant to speak without thinking.

Because of a Y, she was interrogated by Yu Zhao on the bed for a long time. Finally, seeing her sobbing and unable to speak, Yu Zhao let her go with a cold face, and began to emphasize her sovereignty while doing it.

After a day of trouble, Bo Chi was completely exhausted, her legs trembling and unable to walk. She was carried to the dining room by Yu Zhao, who had a stinky face.

Fortunately, Ning Gui was not in the dining room, allowing Bo Chi to retain a trace of dignity.

The delicious food was right in front of her. Even though Yu Zhao looked displeased, Bo Chi didn’t have the energy to care about her, her heart and eyes were all on eating.

However, not only were her waist and legs sore and weak, but even lifting her arms was difficult. She clearly grabbed her chopsticks and tremblingly picked up a pile of vegetables, but only a few lonely strands remained when they returned to the bowl.

She stared at the bowl in a daze, was silent for a while, then raised her head with tears in her eyes, and said aggrievedly: “Ah Zhao…”

Yu Zhao didn’t want to pay attention to her.

Yu Zhao wanted to teach her a lesson.

Yu Zhao had a cold face.

Yu Zhao… picked up her chopsticks.

A lot of Bo Chi’s favorite dishes were piled up in the small bowl. She immediately broke into a smile, and became heartlessly happy again.

When she smiled, even if Yu Zhao had a bigger fire, it would be extinguished. She could only resign herself to staring at her, and whenever Bo Chi’s gaze lingered on a dish for two more seconds, she would quickly pick it up for her.

After eating, Yu Zhao put down her chopsticks and carried Bo Chi back upstairs again.

As soon as Bo Chi touched the bed, she quickly burrowed into the quilt, not even revealing her little head, and pretended to sleep soundly.

Yu Zhao saw through her little trick and said leisurely: “Burying your face in the quilt, aren’t you afraid that in the darkness… you’ll suddenly see a ghost face?”

Bo Chi was successfully frightened by her, jumped directly off the bed, and said angrily: “You dare!”

Yu Zhao climbed onto the bed and stretched out her arms to her: “Come into my arms, and I won’t scare you.”

Bo Chi hesitated and stood in place.

Yu Zhao said helplessly: “I won’t bother you tonight, I’ll just hold you and rest.”

Bo Chi immediately rushed over without any worries.

That night, the two of them were sweet as honey, but Ning Gui was repeatedly collapsing in pain.

The day before, she could still hold on and refuse to admit what she had done. Today, before dawn, she was kneeling in the garden with disheveled hair, digging desperately with her hands.

Bo Chi got up in the morning, stood by the window and looked at the scenery. When she looked down, she saw that Ning Gui’s hands were so badly dug that they were unrecognizable, and she couldn’t help but wonder: “What is she digging for?”

Yu Zhao floated behind her, wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist, tilted her head to listen for a while, and said lazily: “She’s digging for the bones of those animals. Every time Ning Gui abused and played with animals, she would leave them with a breath, and then bury them in the soil, enjoying the animals’ last struggle.”

Bo Chi exhaled a long breath, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at Ning Gui, and at the same time, she was puzzled: “She buried them in reality, right? Now that she’s in the castle, what bones is she digging for?”

“The white cat told her that somewhere under this castle, its bones were buried. As long as Ning Gui could dig them up, it would let her live.”

Bo Chi was silent for a moment, and said softly: “This is part of the revenge, right? How could there be bones in the castle? The white cat is imitating Ning Gui’s previous behavior, leaving her with a last bit of hope, and then cruelly shattering it?”

Yu Zhao lowered her head, kissed Bo Chi’s earlobe, and smiled lightly: “Clever.”

Bo Chi curled her lips, and then quickly sighed: “Since it’s come to the burial stage, Ning Gui won’t live long.”

Yu Zhao hummed, without the slightest empathy for witnessing the death of a life, but said happily: “When she’s dead, I can take you out. Where do you want to get married?”

Bo Chi was still immersed in complex emotions, and was stunned when she heard this: “Huh?”

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The room was dim and dark, and Ning Gui’s heart and eyes were all on Bo Chi, so at first, she didn’t notice that there was another person on the bed.

It wasn’t until the other party blatantly stole a kiss from Bo Chi that Ning Gui became furious, her eyes instantly darkening, and she gritted her teeth: “Who are you? Who’s your wife? Why are you sleeping with Chi-Chi? What did you do to her?!”

Yu Zhao leaned on the bed, supporting her head, with its waterfall of black hair, with one hand. A strong malice suddenly arose in her heart, which was always indifferent to outsiders, and she deliberately smiled: “I’m sleeping in the same bed with her, who do you think is my wife?”

Ning Gui’s chest immediately heaved, and her white teeth almost bit through her lower lip.

She never expected that in just a few days, her white moonlight, the Bo Chi she had always longed for and couldn’t reach, and could only approach as a best friend, would be so easily seduced by another woman!

If she had known…

If she had known, she shouldn’t have hesitated and retreated, and should have drugged the girl and taken her down!

The more Ning Gui thought about it, the angrier she became, especially after several near-death experiences. She had desperately discovered that she couldn’t escape this world, and could only be like a weak mouse whose tail was being played with by a cat, repeatedly tortured by pain.

This made her, who was used to hiding her scheming, feel regret and fear for the first time.

Knowing that she couldn’t survive, Ning Gui had only one last wish.

She had been secretly in love with Bo Chi for many years, and she wanted to confess, to let Bo Chi know her feelings!

Even if she died, she would leave a deep mark on Bo Chi’s heart, so that the other party would be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and her shadow would shroud her for the rest of her life!

And now Yu Zhao’s appearance intensified Ning Gui’s madness.

She couldn’t bear this woman of unknown origin occupying her position, and she didn’t have the extra energy to think about the other party’s origin. She just rushed into the room with her inner thoughts, raised her hand to slap the other party, and at the same time screamed: “Get out! Get out of here! Don’t touch her!”

Yu Zhao was too lazy to argue with the crazy woman, raised her hand to embrace Bo Chi’s waist, and rolled with her on the bed.

She both avoided Ning Gui’s random attacks and woke up the drowsy Bo Chi, who subconsciously rubbed against Yu Zhao’s neck and muttered: “Don’t, my waist hurts.”

Ning Gui, who was on the side, froze when she heard this.

Yu Zhao didn’t expect Bo Chi to act coquettishly with her either. After reacting, she curled her lips, unable to stop the joy in her heart, and casually pinched her face: “Open your eyes and see who’s in front of you.”

Bo Chi couldn’t sleep because of her pinching, and grabbed her finger with a bit of a morning temper, barely opening her eyes.

Ning Gui, who was standing in front of them, was on the verge of collapse. The pain in her eyes, coupled with the tears that suddenly fell, successfully made Bo Chi instantly sober, and she subconsciously sat up straight and asked: “Ning Gui? Are your injuries…”

Halfway through her concern, she remembered that Ning Gui deserved it, so she swallowed the second half of the sentence, and her expression became cold and distant: “What are you doing here?”

Ning Gui was not as crazy as she was in front of Yu Zhao. Facing her secret crush, she was like a real girl, instinctively showing her best and weakest side: “Chi-Chi, I woke up and couldn’t find you… The others all died in their rooms, I was so worried about you, so I mustered up the courage to come find you…”

Bo Chi couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and soft-hearted.

In such a dangerous place, the other party, a girl, dared to brace herself and come out alone, just to find her…

“Mustered up the courage?” Seeing Bo Chi so easily swayed, Yu Zhao laughed in exasperation, rested her chin on the shoulder of the person in her arms, and deliberately sowed discord in her ear: “You’re not even afraid of abusing cats, are you afraid of evil spirits taking revenge?”

Ning Gui’s face suddenly changed, she reacted greatly and stared at Yu Zhao, her voice somehow a little hoarse: “Don’t talk nonsense, I don’t even dare to kill chickens and fish used as ingredients, how could I abuse and kill kittens?”

She said it firmly, as if she even believed it herself.

But she didn’t notice that her voice was already trembling uncontrollably.

Bo Chi fell silent, her gaze on Ning Gui gradually becoming clear and cold.

Yu Zhao smiled behind her back, and said leisurely: “I’m not interested in wasting my breath on someone who’s about to die. Chi-Chi, let’s go downstairs to eat.”

“No!” Before Bo Chi could answer, Ning Gui interrupted loudly, crying and rushing to the bedside, looking at Bo Chi with hope and anticipation: “Chi-Chi, I’m your best friend, why do you believe her and not me?”

“Don’t go with her, we don’t even know her!” Ning Gui wanted to grab Bo Chi’s hand, but was avoided by Bo Chi, so she could only clench the quilt tightly, the veins on the back of her hands clearly visible: “Maybe she’s a ghost in disguise, using an illusion to confuse your senses, just waiting to trick you to a deserted place and kill you!”

Bo Chi: “Uh…”

She turned her head to look at Yu Zhao, signaling with her eyes – did you reveal your identity in front of Ning Gui?

Yu Zhao lazily hooked Bo Chi’s long hair, her fingers circling it, and said slowly: “You didn’t speak, so I kept it a secret. She should just be guessing wildly.”

Bo Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t want others to know that Yu Zhao was a ghost.

It might sound funny, but she really didn’t want others to fear and hate Yu Zhao, to see Yu Zhao as an anomaly.

She hoped that Yu Zhao could get rid of her past resentment and darkness, stand in the light again, and become a normal person.

Yu Zhao didn’t know her thoughts, but instinctively considered her position.

Before Bo Chi expressed her attitude, she would not expose herself and let Bo Chi be in a passive situation.

This pair of little lovers were playing riddles, Ning Gui couldn’t understand, and while secretly hating Yu Zhao, she stubbornly clung to Bo Chi and refused to leave.

There was no other way, food still had to be eaten, Bo Chi could only be sandwiched between the two, and helplessly walked towards the dining room.

The dining table was still full of food. Bo Chi and Yu Zhao often came to eat, and had already regarded themselves as locals of the castle, and naturally started to use their chopsticks.

Ning Gui was very hungry, but because she was preoccupied, she hesitated to pick up the food.

She originally wanted Yu Zhao to try the food first, but seeing Bo Chi pick up a pan-fried bun first, she immediately grabbed the other party’s hand and said in a low voice: “This castle is full of resentful spirits, aren’t you afraid that the food is poisoned?”

Bo Chi was puzzled: “Why should I be afraid? I haven’t done anything bad, why would they target me?”

She was simply thinking from the logic that ‘evil spirits only want revenge’, but when Ning Gui heard it, it changed its meaning, as if she was deliberately mocking her.

Ning Gui was uncertain, almost suspecting that Bo Chi already knew all her secrets.

But after calming down and thinking about it, she dismissed this idea – Bo Chi didn’t have the brains, it was impossible for her to find out.

With her heart settled, Ning Gui withdrew her hand, glanced at Yu Zhao obscurely, and saw that the other party had slowly finished the soup dumpling that Bo Chi had given her, and was still alive and well. She immediately grabbed her chopsticks impatiently, stuffing whatever she saw into her mouth, looking like a starving ghost.

After choking on the food, Ning Gui drank a large glass of soy milk.

Just as she was feeling satisfied, she suddenly frowned, and coughed repeatedly as if her throat was uncomfortable.

Bo Chi looked at her strangely and asked casually: “What’s wrong with you?”

Ning Gui’s expression was very strange. She coughed for a long time, and had to use her hand to dig at her throat, frowning: “It’s itchy… my throat is so itchy… it’s like there’s a feather stuck inside.”

As she spoke, she vomited, quickly throwing up all the food she had eaten before.

And this was not the end, she was in pain, unable to stop digging at her throat, even vomiting bile, still persevering.

Her appearance was a little scary, Bo Chi leaned slightly into Yu Zhao’s arms in fear, holding a mushroom bun in her hands and nibbling on it, her eyes fixed on Ning Gui.

Yu Zhao’s mind wandered, and she couldn’t help but lower her head and ask her: “Seeing such a disgusting scene, you can still eat?”

Bo Chi was confused: “What does her being disgusting have to do with the mushroom bun? Food is innocent!”

Yu Zhao laughed helplessly, thought for a while, and also picked up a pancake, holding Bo Chi in her arms, eating and watching the show together.

Ning Gui vomited until her face was ugly, and in the end, she had already vomited blood.

After tossing for a long time, she finally vomited out the ‘feather’ in her throat. Looking closely, it was completely white, without any other colors, soft and short, making people involuntarily think of the elegant and light white cat they had seen before.

Bo Chi and Yu Zhao exchanged a glance, understanding what was going on.

And Ning Gui also woke up, unable to bear it and collapsed: “Get out! You beasts, lowly and despicable beasts! If it weren’t for me picking you up, you would have starved to death long ago!”

“I was just in a bad mood at that time… Haven’t I been good enough to you at other times! What food and drink did you have that wasn’t given to you by me? A bunch of ungrateful, heartless dogs, if you have the guts, come out!”

Ning Gui roared and cursed, sometimes playing the emotional card, sometimes throwing things around violently.

Bo Chi saw that something was wrong and asked Yu Zhao: “Is she crazy?”

Yu Zhao said indifferently: “People who can vent their emotions by abusing animals are probably already crazy.”

Bo Chi deeply agreed, wiped her hands and said: “Since the white cat wants to torture Ning Gui slowly, let’s not interfere with their affairs, let’s leave first.”

Yu Zhao had long wanted to kick Ning Gui away and stay alone with her wife. Hearing this, she nodded readily and led Bo Chi out of the dining room.

Seeing the beautiful and alluring female ghost smile slightly and lead her towards the room upstairs, Bo Chi secretly rubbed her waist, her little body shivered, and said decisively: “The weather is so good, let’s go to the garden to admire the flowers!”

Yu Zhao was stunned, looked at the always gloomy sky, and then thought of the human heads swaying in the wind in the garden, and finally nodded with a strange expression.

Although her wife’s interests were a bit strange…

But she was her wife, who else would she spoil but her?

Through the gate, the two of them came to the garden.

After the evil spirits had successfully taken revenge, their obsessions dissipated, and their yin energy also disappeared.

So at this time, there were no ‘human head flowers’ in the garden, only a piece of black soil.

Bo Chi looked around for a while, the farming blood in the bones of the flower-growing family was stirring, and she pondered: “It’s a waste to leave this land unused, why don’t we plant something? There’s a buffet in the dining room, we don’t need to plant vegetables, so let’s plant some flowers and plants. If we can leave the castle in the future, we can take these things out and sell them, what do you think?”

Yu Zhao naturally had no objections, and added: “I’ve investigated, if you want to leave the castle, you must get the consent of all the ghosts in the castle. Now the other evil spirits have dissipated, only that white cat is left. When she succeeds in her revenge, I can take you out.”

“Revenge successful…” Bo Chi murmured, and sighed: “At that time, Ning Gui will also be dead, right?”

Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows, her smile gradually becoming dangerous: “What, are you feeling sorry? Reluctant?”

 

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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Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Chi-Chi!” Ning Gui exclaimed, hesitated for two seconds, and gritted her teeth: “I’ll go call the others to come and save you!”

“Wait…” Before Bo Chi could finish her sentence, she saw that Ning Gui had already left without looking back.

With no outsiders in the room, Bo Chi got up and patted her clothes, and simply said: “Come out, I know you’re everywhere.”

A cold snort came from the air, and Yu Zhao’s figure gradually appeared in front of her. Her beautiful face was cold, but there was a very subtle pleasure in her eyes, and she said maliciously: “Your friend doesn’t dare to save you.”

Bo Chi said angrily: “It’s all because you scared her. What are you doing hiding under the bed playing marbles?”

Seeing her defending Ning Gui, Yu Zhao was displeased, and said gloomily: “I said, I will make you suffer in fear all the time, and you will never be able to escape!”

Bo Chi gave her a dead-fish-eye look: “Is this your reason for playing marbles? Good heavens, you’re too childish.”

Yu Zhao’s face darkened, staring at her for a long time without speaking.

Bo Chi belatedly scratched her face: “Can you not look at me like that? It gives me the creeps.”

Yu Zhao sneered briefly, leaned forward and pressed her onto the sofa. Her cold fingers touched the girl’s waist, and unceremoniously slipped into her clothes.

Bo Chi: “???”

Damn it!

She looked horrified, pressed down on her little skirt, and screamed: “Rogue! Pervert! Old pervert!”

Yu Zhao pursed her lips, the tips of her ears turning slightly red. Her dark eyes were obscure, and her tone was both vengeful and full of desire and possessiveness: “Childish? Okay, I’ll use an adult way to play with you, properly, play, with, you.”

The sofa was filled with spring scenery, the lamb to be slaughtered was played with in the palm of the evil spirit’s hand.

Outside the door, Ning Gui twisted the doorknob, but couldn’t open it. Her face turned pale, she covered her face with her hands, and tears fell: “It’s all my fault, I left Chi-Chi alone in the room. Now there’s no sound inside, maybe she’s already, already…”

The rest of the words were not spoken, covered by Ning Gui’s crying.

The others were silent, their faces ugly, but at the same time, there was a complicated relief in their eyes.

Relief that it was someone else who had met with misfortune, not themselves.

Time passed, and by the second half of the night, the door still could not be opened.

It only took a moment for a fierce ghost to kill someone. This was the first time everyone had encountered a situation that hadn’t ended for so long. After discussing in low voices for a while, everyone decided to go back to sleep, only Ning Gui was unwilling to leave, and chose to sit on the ground leaning against the door.

The crowd dispersed, and the corridor soon became silent.

The crystal lamp overhead cast a dazzling light, and the soft carpet was painted with unknown patterns.

At a certain moment, a cat’s meow suddenly sounded, carrying a resentful shrillness: “Meow!”

Ning Gui, who was leaning against the door with her head resting on her legs, paused.

The next moment, she raised her head. Her eyes, which were always clear and innocent in front of Bo Chi, had become sinister and twisted.

“Just a few beasts…” She stood up in disgust, disregarding everything, as if she had gone mad, and pounced towards the sound of the cat’s meow, shouting hoarsely: “Why do you want revenge on me? What right do you have to take revenge on me!”

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The night passed, a new day came, and the entire castle was quiet, without a sound, making it impossible to judge how many living people were still here.

Looking out the window, the sky was still without sun, only thick dark clouds pressing down overhead, like pressing down on everyone’s heart.

Bo Chi lay on the sofa, feeling hopeless, her fair and delicate thighs covered with ambiguous marks.

She didn’t mind being intimate with Yu Zhao.

What she despaired of was – the current Yu Zhao was a ghost! There was a big difference between doing it with a person and doing it with a ghost! The former at most considered status and ethics, the latter had already broken through the bottom line of being human, making people feel good while their sanity dropped.

Bo Chi entered sage mode, and inevitably had some doubts about life.

Yu Zhao, on the other hand, was refreshed, and even wanted a post-coital cigarette.

Seeing that the girl beside her couldn’t come back to her senses for a long time, she said in a good mood: “Didn’t you say you like me? Now that I’ve fulfilled your wish, why don’t you smile at me?”

Bo Chi couldn’t smile, and said listlessly: “I just want to have a platonic relationship with you, I don’t want to do it with you.”

Yu Zhao frowned: “Why?”

As she asked, her heart fluctuated, and she thought uncertainly – could it be that her technique was very poor?

It shouldn’t be, although it was the first time, she felt that she knew Bo Chi’s body very well, it was impossible for her to have hurt the other party?

Yu Zhao couldn’t figure it out, and turned to stare at Bo Chi menacingly, persistently wanting an answer.

Bo Chi had no choice but to say honestly: “Because it’s too cold.”

Yu Zhao: “?”

Bo Chi muttered: “Are the bodies of ghosts all so cold? Can you adjust your temperature yourself? If not, let’s do it in the summer, it’s a good way to cool down.”

As she spoke, she became energetic, and turned to ask Yu Zhao if she was willing.

Of course Yu Zhao was unwilling!

Only doing it in the summer out of the four seasons, that was too biased!

“No.” She refused without hesitation, and said fiercely: “Do you think my doing it with you is flirting between lovers? Heh, I’m torturing you. The more uncomfortable you are, the happier I am!”

Bo Chi had nothing to say, and lay back on the sofa as a salted fish.

Yu Zhao snorted coldly, and proudly left the room.

When she came to a place where Bo Chi couldn’t see, she quickly calmed down, mobilized the yin energy in her body, and muttered: “Change temperature, change temperature, change temperature…”

In the room.

Bo Chi slept for a while.

When she woke up again, she was hungry.

She rubbed her eyes and found that she was covered with a thin blanket.

Without thinking, it must have been done by a certain female ghost.

Lifting the blanket, Bo Chi stared at the marks on her legs for a while, opened the closet with a headache, found a knee-length dress, and changed into it.

After confirming that the abnormalities were covered tightly, she walked towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, a figure followed closely and fell in, silently falling to the ground, almost crushing Bo Chi’s feet.

Bo Chi subconsciously took half a step back, and when she looked closely, she was surprised: “Ning Gui?”

Ning Gui was unconscious, her body covered with scratches, flesh and blood exposed, even her face was not spared. Bo Chi’s expression changed, she hurriedly dragged her to the bed, cleaned her up roughly, and then hurriedly knocked on the doors of the others, and asked in confusion: “Do you know what happened to Ning Gui last night?”

The others heard her voice, poked their heads out one after another, and said in surprise: “You’re not dead yet?”

Bo Chi: “…My horoscope is strong, I’m best at surviving.”

The crowd suddenly looked envious.

One person thought for a while and said: “Last night she ran out to find us, saying that you were entangled by the ghost in the room, and asked us to save you. We were also afraid, so we didn’t agree. We saw her circling around in the peephole, gritted her teeth, and went to open the door again.”

“But the door couldn’t be opened, and there was no sound in your room. Later, we were about to disperse, but Ning Gui refused to leave, and kept squatting in front of your door.” The person roughly explained the details, shook his head and said: “After that, we don’t know what happened.”

Bo Chi thought for a while, recalling Ning Gui’s injuries, and thinking of the white cat she had glimpsed last night, she suddenly raised her head and said: “Have you seen a cat in the house these days?”

The crowd was confused: “No, is there a cat in this castle?”

“Maybe it’s a ghost’s illusion. If it’s a real cat, it would have been killed by the ghost long ago?”

“I only saw a few children with their heads lowered, they looked a little familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen them.”

Bo Chi lowered her eyes, thoughtfully.

It seemed that the cat’s target, from beginning to end, was only Ning Gui.

“Speaking of which, why did you change your clothes?” In the crowd, a person suddenly spoke, looking at Bo Chi with a strange gaze: “Is this the clothes of someone in the castle? Aren’t you afraid of bad luck wearing it? Or… are you actually possessed by a ghost?!”

At the end, everyone retreated, looking at Bo Chi in horror.

Bo Chi said without changing her expression: “My horoscope is strong, I’m not afraid of bad luck, I just thought this dress was beautiful and wanted to try it on.”

The crowd’s expressions were complicated and indistinguishable for a while, unable to speak for a long time.

Bo Chi finished asking what she wanted to ask, waved her hand and said: “Then I’ll go downstairs to eat first, do you want to come with me?”

No one dared to go with her, and just watched her leave.

The dining room downstairs was empty.

After Bo Chi came in, she looked back and found that no one had followed, so she closed the door and called out: “Yu Zhao? Are you there?”

She had called Yu Zhao before, and Yu Zhao had always come as soon as she called.

This time, after calling for a long time, Yu Zhao appeared hastily, and said coldly: “What is it?”

Bo Chi tilted her head to look at her, and asked curiously: “What were you doing just now?”

Yu Zhao was embarrassed to say that she was preparing for the next round of sex, so she deliberately showed a cruel smile and said gloomily: “Eating human flesh.”

Bo Chi was really frightened by her, trembled for a while, and said weakly: “Is it delicious?”

Yu Zhao: “???”

Realizing that she had asked the wrong question, Bo Chi hurriedly explained: “I mean, do you want to eat some food from the dining room? You said before that evil spirits can only appear in physical form when they are near their obsession, so before I came, you hadn’t tasted human food again, right?”

Yu Zhao was stunned, her eyes inexplicably a little sore, she turned her face away and said hoarsely: “Is this why you called me?”

Bo Chi nodded and whispered: “No one wants to be a lonely ghost. I guess you should… miss the past, right?”

Yu Zhao didn’t speak.

Bo Chi could only cough lightly and continue: “There are no traces of human survival in the castle, only this food. If you can leave this place, I will accompany you back to the city in the future, and live like a normal person, okay?”

Yu Zhao chuckled, the slight difficulty in her voice was well covered by the mockery: “After going back, are you sure you won’t immediately throw me away and run away yourself?”

Bo Chi said as a matter of course: “Of course not, I’m still waiting for you to take responsibility.”

Yu Zhao: “?”

Bo Chi looked at her suspiciously: “You just slept with me, you can’t have forgotten so quickly, right? I’m telling you, don’t even think about running away in this lifetime!”

Yu Zhao looked at her for a while, and suddenly smiled lowly: “I should be the one saying this.”

“Bo Chi…” She lowered her head slightly, her face close to Bo Chi’s, her tone so gentle that it didn’t seem like her: “You are my obsession, my only, last remaining connection to this world.”

“No matter where you run to, I can chase you and find you.”

“So, are you ready to be entangled with an evil spirit for the rest of your…” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened, she gently kissed Bo Chi’s lips, and in the midst of lingering and love, she asked maliciously: “Life?”

The author has something to say: Yu Zhao: Change temperature, change temperature, change temperature…

Two days later.

Bo Chi: Hot and cold at the same time?? Good heavens, where did you learn so many tricks?!

Yu Zhao: Smiles reservedly.jpg

Chapter Twenty-Eight p3

As soon as she left, Bo Chi leaned close to the mirror, politely tapped the glass with her knuckles, and whispered: “Are you there?”

Yu Zhao appeared silently in the mirror and said coldly: “What is it?”

Bo Chi pointed to her feet: “What are the foods in the dining room downstairs made of? Can I eat them?”

Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows, a strange smile appearing on her beautiful face: “Guess?”

She smiled so eerily that Bo Chi remembered what her classmates had muttered, and her face turned pale with fright, and she said in horror: “Could it really be made of dead human flesh???”

“It’s even more cruel than that.” Yu Zhao leaned towards her, her head leaving the mirror, only inches away from her, her voice soft as a lover’s whisper: “What’s dead human flesh, these are all from living people…”

She deliberately paused, seeing Bo Chi’s face turn pale, she was filled with malicious pleasure.

After admiring the girl’s trembling and pitiful appearance, she leisurely completed the rest of the sentence: “They were all stolen from living people.”

This twist stunned Bo Chi, so that she didn’t react for a moment, and subconsciously repeated: “Stolen?”

Yu Zhao returned to the mirror and said lazily: “It wasn’t us, after all, we’re already dead, we don’t need to eat. And most of the time we can’t touch anything, only when we encounter an obsession can we appear in physical form.”

“The reason why the castle steals food and rigidly serves meals at mealtimes is probably related to its obsession.” Yu Zhao said faintly: “So you don’t have to hesitate, eat if you’re hungry. The castle should also be happy if someone tastes these foods.”

Bo Chi listened to this string of words, didn’t understand the meaning of the castle’s existence, only heard three words clearly – can eat.

She immediately felt relieved, forgot that Yu Zhao had deliberately frightened her just now, and happily thanked her repeatedly.

Yu Zhao tsked, a little unhappy with her heartless reaction, and disappeared from the mirror with a dark face.

Bo Chi didn’t care, and instead asked loudly: “Ning Gui, are you done?”

There was no sound in the quiet bathroom, as if even the sound of breathing didn’t exist.

Bo Chi realized something was wrong belatedly, and hurriedly rushed in and pounded on the door: “Ning Gui? Ning Gui, are you still in there? If you hear me, say something!”

She called and pushed the door, found that the door was tightly closed, gritted her teeth and slammed into it.

After bumping it twice, she hissed and rubbed her shoulder.

Seeing that she still didn’t give up, Yu Zhao, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally frowned, her eyes cold, and the closed door instantly shattered into pieces, like broken glass.

At the same time, a low growl of a cat sounded, full of warning and resentment.

Bo Chi was stunned, looked carefully, but didn’t even see a cat hair, only saw Ning Gui slumped on the ground, her body covered with bloodstains, as if she had been torn by some sharp claws.

“Ning Gui!” Bo Chi rushed forward in panic, gritted her teeth and pulled her up, and shouted: “Wake up, I’ll take you out of here.”

Ning Gui was in a daze, heard her voice, moved her lips, and said weakly: “Am I going to die?”

“No.” Bo Chi said hurriedly: “You’re still alive, don’t give up!”

Ning Gui was muddle-headed and couldn’t hear her words clearly, leaned on her shoulder dependently, and said softly: “Since I’m going to die, can I tell you a secret?”

Bo Chi dragged her towards the stairs, panting: “I said, you’re not dead yet, not dead yet!”

Ning Gui said to herself: “Chi-Chi, actually I li—”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Bo Chi waited for a while, and turned her head in confusion: “Why aren’t you talking? Out of breath?”

Ning Gui didn’t answer her, and fainted completely.

Instead, Bo Chi accidentally caught a glimpse of Yu Zhao’s figure. Although the other party disappeared without a word, Bo Chi still saw that she was holding… a brick in her hand.

Bo Chi: “?”

What was going on?

Real evil spirits killed people with bricks?

Bo Chi dragged Ning Gui downstairs in a daze. The other classmates saw Ning Gui covered in blood, and avoided her in fear, refusing to come close.

Bo Chi could only do it herself, wrapping Ning Gui in a sofa curtain, barely achieving the effect of stopping the bleeding.

After this exercise, she was very hungry. Seeing that the dining room was still open, she immediately walked in with weak steps to find food.

The others waited for a while, and found that she didn’t scream, so they swarmed in, grabbing whatever they could and stuffing it into their mouths.

In the afternoon, a group of people didn’t dare to run around anymore, and sat silently in the hall in a daze.

Bo Chi leaned against Ning Gui, intending to take care of her, but after sitting for a while, she felt sleepy, her little head nodding, and finally slammed onto Ning Gui, waking Ning Gui up.

“Where is this…” Ning Gui said blankly, stunned for a long time before she saw the guilty Bo Chi in front of her, and light flashed in her eyes: “Chi-Chi…”

Bo Chi responded, and asked: “Are you okay? Was that thing in the bathroom? How did you provoke it? Why didn’t you call me at that time?”

She asked a lot of questions in one breath. Ning Gui listened without speaking, her eyelashes lowered, covering the cold light in her eyes. After a long time, she said softly: “I don’t remember… My head hurts.”

Bo Chi was distracted, and hurriedly helped her rub her temples.

Ning Gui breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to raise her hand, but found that her limbs were tightly wrapped in the sofa curtain.

Bo Chi noticed her speechlessness, and said with a dry smile: “It’s my first time bandaging a wound, I’m not familiar with it.”

Ning Gui: “…”

This was no longer a matter of unfamiliarity.

This was heading in the direction of wrapping a person into a mummy.

Ning Gui helplessly, with difficulty, pulled out her hand, touched the back of her head, and frowned: “It hurts so much, it’s like being hit by a brick.”

Bo Chi’s eyes wandered, not daring to look at her.

Ning Gui just mentioned it casually, and didn’t dwell on it too much. She put down her hand and said softly: “It’s getting dark, are we still staying in the hall?”

The others were silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: “What if that old woman comes again tonight?”

“There’s no bed in the hall to sleep on, I was just toughing it out last night, originally planning to find a way out today and go home to rest well.”

“The sofa is not big either, it can only squeeze two people at most.”

The crowd discussed, frowning and discussing for a long time, and finally decided to separate.

In groups of two, each entering a room. In this way, even if they encountered a ghost, they would not be completely wiped out, and maybe someone would be lucky enough to escape.

Naturally, Bo Chi and Ning Gui were in a group.

They went upstairs again, separated from the others in the corridor, and entered the room.

This seemed to be a little girl’s room, decorated beautifully, light-colored stuffed animals and pillows piled on the bed, lifelike glass flower decorations adorning the table, a quill pen resting on an open book, with half-written floral fonts on it.

If it weren’t for the haunting here, Bo Chi sincerely felt that this castle was indeed worth visiting.

“Meow…”

Just as Bo Chi was curiously fiddling with the stopped grandfather clock pendulum, a cat’s meow suddenly sounded in the room.

She was stunned, turned her head to look, and saw a cat with snow-white fur sitting on the open window.

Bo Chi was surprised: “How can there be a cat here?”

Ning Gui on the side suddenly raised her head, fear and darkness flashing in her eyes: “Cat? Where’s the cat?!”

“Just there… Huh, where’s the cat?”

In just the time it took to turn her head, the window was empty, nothing there.

Bo Chi walked to the window in confusion, looked down, and saw green vines climbing the wall, not a trace of the cat.

“Maybe I saw it wrong?” Bo Chi retracted her gaze uncertainly, and muttered: “That’s right, how could there be a cat here? Even if there is, it’s a cat ghost?”

Ning Gui’s lips were pale, and she hurriedly interrupted her: “Don’t think about it, let’s rest early. Only by getting enough rest can we find a way out, or wait for outside rescue.”

Bo Chi nodded: “Okay, then you go to bed, I’ll just make do on the small sofa.”

Ning Gui was stunned: “Aren’t you sleeping with me?”

Bo Chi, since getting involved with Yu Zhao, had unconsciously distanced herself from others.

Asked by Ning Gui, she casually made an excuse: “I’m not used to squeezing with others.”

Ning Gui approached her and said coquettishly: “We’re best friends, how can I be someone else to you? Besides, there are no outsiders here, no one will find out if we sleep together.”

There were no outsiders, but there was a bad-tempered female ghost!

Bo Chi couldn’t imagine Yu Zhao’s furious appearance, so she firmly refused Ning Gui, stubbornly clinging to the sofa.

Ning Gui also rarely argued with her, and said with a crying voice: “So you hate me so much? We’re in this terrifying castle, we might die at any time. My dying wish is to be with you, won’t you even give me this little hope?”

Bo Chi couldn’t stand her crying, and was just thinking if she was really being too much, when the sound of marbles rolling suddenly came from under the bed.

Bo Chi and Ning Gui stopped talking at the same time.

The room was silent, only the sound of the marbles rolling continued, making people unable to suppress their fear.

Gulp.

Bo Chi swallowed slightly, and pointed towards the door.

Ning Gui understood her meaning, stiffened her face and nodded, got up slowly and lightly, and approached the door.

Bo Chi tiptoed behind her, her nerves stretched to the extreme. She didn’t pay attention and tripped over something, falling to the ground with a thud.

Before she could be frightened and run away, she saw the scene under the bed when she looked up.

A familiar figure was there, revealing the part above the shoulders, rolling marbles expressionlessly, while still staring at their position.

Bo Chi’s fall happened to be in Yu Zhao’s line of sight.

After their eyes met, Yu Zhao calmly retracted the marbles, turned her head, and disappeared on the spot.

Bo Chi: “???”

Damn!

If you dare to sneak under the bed to scare people, why don’t you dare to stay!

The author has something to say: When there is danger, it is safest to stay by Yu Zhao’s side.

When there is no danger, it is most dangerous to stay by Yu Zhao’s side_(:з」∠)_

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