That look, that aura, just her silhouette was enough to make Wei Yuantong feel ashad of herself.
Wei Yuantong bit her teeth in resentnt and muttered, "Posing as what?"
Always acting high and mighty from a young age—doesn’t it tire her out?
From childhood, she carried herself with that deanor, as if she reigned above all.
Even more detestable as an adult, huh!
Wei Yuantong followed her, and soon, Mo Shu led her to a small villa where even the residents were sparse.
Wei Yuantong sneered internally.
This Mo Shu, truly foolish!
Little ghosts prefer such places the most, where neither heaven nor earth can hear your pleas.
Especially convenient for little ghosts to unleash their powers.
"Hee hee hee."
Sure enough, Wei Yuantong heard the little ghost’s smug laughter.
The little ghost had just said that as long as it devoured Mo Shu’s two children, it could grant her any wish.
Yes.
Any wish.
Wei Yuantong’s mind seemingly painted a picture of herself owning the Mo Family’s wealth, when that ti ca, the Mo Family would be hers, Yu Siqiao would be hers.
Mo Shu, who had been distinguished all her life, could never imagine what she would look like when she fell from grace.
Wei Yuantong looked forward to it very much, her eyes full of undisguised mockery.
"Master, you have to help ," the little ghost said.
Without hesitation and in a very soft voice, Wei Yuantong answered, "Of course, I’ll help you. You are my child, who else would I help if not you?"
"Good, hee hee hee," the little ghost laughed joyously.
But for so reason, Wei Yuantong suddenly felt an eerie sensation.
Sothing was terribly amiss.
Mo Shu brought Wei Yuantong to the small villa where she used to gather frequently.
The villa was small, perfect for parties.
Mo Shu hadn’t been here in a long ti, but she chose this place for its secludedness.
The bodyguards had already brought chairs, Mo Shu sat down with graceful poise, and softly commanded, "Slap her."
Wei Yuantong was taken aback, "What?"
But soon, Wei Yuantong smiled triumphantly, "Do you think this will work?"
Her little ghost wouldn’t let her suffer any harm.
Once, soone tried to hit her, but they couldn’t even touch a hair on her head and ended up beating themselves into a swollen ss; eventually, they went insane and jumped to their death.
Wei Yuantong saw her little ghost floating buoyantly next to Mo Shu, looking lively and endearingly cute: "Hee hee hee."
Mo Shu smiled thinly, her deanor still every bit as imperious as ever, and she waved her hand, "Hit her."
With a languid order, Ji Biao stepped forward.
Wei Yuantong laughed heartily, "Hit her hard!"
All the pain would be reflected back on Mo Shu.
However, before Wei Yuantong could react, her face was struck by two fierce slaps.
One left, one right, back and forth.
Wei Yuantong was completely dazed, her head buzzing, and both cheeks quickly swelled up, visibly reddening.
Wei Yuantong couldn’t believe it, she cried out in a shrill voice, "How is this possible!"
Her little ghost, where was her little ghost?
Wei Yuantong looked around frantically but found that her little ghost had disappeared without a trace.
Mo Shu raised an eyebrow and sneered, "I’ve never seen such a masochistic request, Ji Biao, continue."
Finally, Wei Yuantong showed panic, shouting, "Wait..."
’Slap’
’Slap’
Two more ruthless slaps.
A man’s strength is great, especially soone like Ji Biao who is a seasoned fighter.
After four slaps, Wei Yuantong was no longer coherent.
Blood streaked from the corner of her mouth as she stared at Mo Shu in terror, saying, "What have you done, what have you done to my little ghost!"
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