[Shen Zhiyao: After Susu died, Wang Jian Guo arranged a ghost marriage for her. Find out where Susu was buried and who she was wed to.]
[Detective: In a small town south of Shanghai. She was wed to Wang Ergou in a ghost marriage. They were buried together in the Wang family’s ancestral grave.]
[Shen Zhiyao: Okay, got it. Thanks.]
After ending the chat, Shen Zhiyao turned to look at Su Yi behind her.
Her mouth was sewn shut with coarse thread and her eyes were bloodshot. Her once-round belly had suddenly deflated, and she was dragging the "corpse" of her child along the ground.
Everywhere Su Yi went, she left a long trail of blood.
Witnessing Su Yi’s miserable state, Shen Zhiyao felt an inexplicable pang of sorrow.
’Perhaps seeing Su Yi now reminded her of her past self, who had sacrificed her life for those heartless people.’
’Just like her, pitifully foolish...’
Due to the scarcity of her Spiritual Power, Shen Zhiyao didn’t yet possess the ability to probe into a soul’s experiences before death, but she would do everything in her power to help Su Yi escape her predicant.
"Being bound by an evil ghost is agonizing, isn’t it? Soon, your pain will end."
Shen Zhiyao had already decided yesterday to head to Shanghai to handle Su Yi’s situation.
Su Yi’s family was from a southern city, over three thousand kiloters from Beijing City.
Shen Zhiyao had booked a plane ticket in advance on her phone, but when she arrived at the airport, she was at a bit of a loss.
As a soul from the Cultivation World, her knowledge of modern society mostly ca from the body’s original owner’s mories.
But the original Shen Zhiyao had never been on a plane either, leaving the current Shen Zhiyao completely unfamiliar with the process of collecting tickets and boarding.
Standing in the vast, bustling airport, she hesitated, wondering if she should ask soone for help.
’I should ask soone... but what if they just ignore ? How embarrassing would that be!’
Just then, a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd.
The newcor wore sunglasses and a face mask, but his shock of green hair was exceptionally eye-catching.
This walking spectacle’s real na was Jin Fan, and his online handle was Reckless Young Master Jin.
As a rich second-generation influencer, a livestream from the day before had shot him to fa, causing his follower count to skyrocket.
People had even turned his embarrassing experience from yesterday into viral videos that were now circulating all over the internet.
Tons of users even left comnts under his Weibo posts, hoping his luck would be so bad next ti that a bird would poop in his mouth.
In his twenty-plus years of life, Reckless Young Master Jin had never been so humiliated.
Countless online users were treating him like a joke, and even the rich kids he usually hung out with in Beijing City were calling one after another to "show their concern."
Seeing that he could no longer show his face in Beijing City, Reckless Young Master Jin imdiately packed his bags, planning to hide out for a while in a small town near Shanghai.
And the reason he had ended up in this predicant was all thanks to that "charlatan."
As if the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him, the mont Shen Zhiyao’s na popped into his head, he turned and saw a woman who looked familiar, though he couldn’t quite place her.
As the heir to Yuanqi Entertainnt, Reckless Young Master Jin had seen more than his fair share of beautiful won in his life.
But he had never seen a woman as stunning as the one before him now.
The beauties he had t were attractive, to be sure, but their looks were mostly the result of ticulous makeup and styling.
This woman, however, was bare-faced, with a natural complexion, rosy lips, and pearly teeth, looking as if she were born with perfect makeup.
Her eyes were especially captivating—bright and full of life, their clear gaze holding a hint of wisdom. Paired with her cheongsam and hairpin, she looked like a celestial maiden who had wandered into the mortal realm, possessing a beauty that was refined, not gaudy.
Reckless Young Master Jin took off his sunglasses, asking in a daze, "Excuse , have we t sowhere before?"
Shen Zhiyao smiled faintly. "Did you manage to wash out the soy milk that splashed on you yesterday?"
Reckless Young Master Jin’s smile froze instantly. In that mont, the ’beauty filter’ shattered into a million pieces, leaving only an expression of pure terror on his face.
"Y-y-y-you... You’re that charlatan?"
Shen Zhiyao corrected him sternly, "My divinations are always precise. I am never wrong. How can you call a charlatan?"
Reckless Young Master Jin put his sunglasses back on, turned to leave, and tossed over his shoulder, "See you never!"
He had just turned to flee when Shen Zhiyao grabbed him by the back of his collar and hauled him back as if he were a baby chick.
Reckless Young Master Jin was baffled. He was a tall man of 1.8 ters; how could a young woman a whole head shorter than him haul him back so easily?
"Let go! You’re being completely unreasonable!"
"Hey, let go! Let go! A man and a woman, grappling in broad daylight! How improper is this!"
"Fine, fine, fine! I won’t leave, alright?! We can talk this out!"
Only then did Shen Zhiyao release him. "The bet from last night... you’ve only fulfilled half of it. What about the rest?"
The mont Reckless Young Master Jin heard the word "bet," he practically jumped in frustration. "Lady, I already tipped you more than ten tis the amount! And you still want to call you Great-Grandma? What kind of logic is that?!"
Shen Zhiyao said, "A bet’s a bet. You’re the one who set the terms. You’re not thinking of backing out now, are you?"
Hers was clearly a stunningly beautiful face with a cool and aloof aura, yet the way she was looking at him now put him under imnse pressure.
Reckless Young Master Jin glanced around, lowered his voice, and called out with extre reluctance, "Great-Grandma."
After spitting the word out, he turned to leave, praying he would never, ever see her again.
Who would have thought that before he had even taken two steps, Shen Zhiyao yanked him back again.
Reckless Young Master Jin was getting annoyed. "Can you stop grabbing all the ti? We’re in public! Don’t I have an image to maintain?"
Shen Zhiyao asked, "Are you going to Shanghai?"
Reckless Young Master Jin was stunned. "How did you know?"
Shen Zhiyao replied, "I divined it. Coincidentally, we’re headed the sa way. Let’s go together."
Upon hearing he was to go to Shanghai with Shen Zhiyao, Reckless Young Master Jin instantly deflated.
"Can I say no?"
Shen Zhiyao shot him a look, and he knew refusal was not an option.
Having found this "Good Samaritan" to lead the way, Shen Zhiyao, with his help, smoothly navigated the series of tedious procedures: collecting her ticket, getting her boarding pass, going through security, and so on.
At first, Reckless Young Master Jin was reluctant to travel with Shen Zhiyao, but when he learned that she had never even been on a plane and didn’t know how to get her ticket, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"So the only reason you insisted on coming with was because you’ve never flown before."
"Hahaha, to think there are still people who’ve never been on a plane."
"So what did you ride before? Trains? Buses? An electric scooter? Hahahaha, that’s so la..."
Shen Zhiyao wasn’t angered by his mockery. She replied calmly, "A horse-drawn carriage."
Reckless Young Master Jin: "..."
Reckless Young Master Jin was truly speechless this ti.
’What era are we in? Soone still rides in a horse-drawn carriage? That’s the last thing I’ve ever heard.’
Shen Zhiyao had booked a seat in economy class, while Reckless Young Master Jin was in first class.
Shen Zhiyao had just sat down when Reckless Young Master Jin condescended to co over.
"I’m still pretty curious. Can you really predict everything?"
Shen Zhiyao said, "Just think about your car crash yesterday. And the bird poop that landed on your head."
Reckless Young Master Jin glanced around and, seeing no one was paying attention, whispered cautiously, "Can we maybe not talk about that?"
"I was just killing ti on my phone and happened to see a replay of your livestream. Is all that stuff true? It wasn’t just an act? Susu’s ghost soul is real? And Susu was really eight months pregnant when she was beaten to death by Wu Ai Wo Fu? Are you going to Shanghai to find her body? And her body was really taken by Wu Ai Wo Fu for a ghost marriage?"
He grew more and more excited as he spoke, grabbing Shen Zhiyao’s arm and shaking it incessantly. "I’ve never seen a ghost in my life! Take with you so I can see for myself!"
Shen Zhiyao shot him a sidelong glance. "This trip isn’t as simple as you think. If you co, I’m afraid you’ll just startle the evil spirit and cause unnecessary trouble."
Reckless Young Master Jin puffed out his chest and guaranteed, "I’m handso, sharp, and afraid of nothing. I absolutely will not cause you any trouble!"
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