If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Where Song Mi's gaze fell, there was a pale face, a dirty school uniform, and a pair of feet that had not touched the ground.

After Si Shuyi saw the ghost girl's appearance clearly, he took a deep breath, his legs went weak, and he fell onto the swing sofa. After swaying twice, he suddenly shouted, "Ghost!"

But he was still a little weak and his voice was not loud.

"Tell me, where did you get it?" Song Mi sat next to Si Shuyi and steadied the shaking swing.

Si Shuyi looked at the female ghost in confusion, still feeling a little scared, and lowered his head, "I don't know, I've only been in class, taking exams, the cafeteria, and the dormitory, and I've never even acted alone."

Si Shuyi was telling the truth. She hadn't been to any strange places... strange places...

No, there is a place...

Si Shuyi suddenly looked up at the female ghost and asked, "Could it be seat 36 in Class , Grade ?"

The female ghost had been lowering her head because she was afraid of Song Mi, but when she heard the seat number, she suddenly raised her head with bloodshot eyes.

Si Shuyi was so frightened that she shrank back towards Song Mi, but still asked timidly, "You...is your name Yang Ting?"

Song Mi looked at the ghostly aura that was lingering due to the female ghost's anger, "Yang Ting!"

Song Mi's voice was as cold and stern as that of the head teacher, and Yang Ting was subconsciously a little scared.

"What's going on?" Song Mi asked Si Shuyi.

Si Shuyi took two deep breaths to even out his breathing, "I also heard that three years ago, someone named Yang Ting died in our school during the last exam of the college entrance examination. Her seat at that time was seat 36 in Class , Grade .

It's said that based on her performance in the first three exams, she might even be able to get into X City Jiaotong University. I also heard that she was beaten before entering the exam room, causing a ruptured blood vessel. I heard that if she had received medical treatment in time, she could have been saved, but unfortunately...

But the strange thing is that later, no matter who took the exam, they would do very well, so much so that before every exam, someone would go to that seat to secretly pay tribute and give a lot of snacks, fruits and drinks. So even people with average grades would get very good results if they sat in that seat.

I took a mock exam two weeks ago, and ever since then I've been feeling unwell, with pain all over my body, as if I'd been beaten. During today's mock exam, I had just started working on the questions when I felt the pain go black and passed out.

Si Shuyi was puzzled and angry. She had always had good grades and never cared about these ghost stories. "Although I didn't go to worship you, I didn't do anything either. Why did you want to hurt me? Are you so petty?"

Yang Ting, who had just calmed down, cursed herself again after hearing her finish, and the angry aura began to spread again, "You have the scent of that person on you! You deserve to die!"

She had been trapped in that seat for three years, but that person had left long ago. She was unwilling to accept this, and she had finally found this person who was related to her!

"Who is it?" Si Shuyi asked.

Yang Ting gritted her teeth and said in a sharp voice, "Zhang-Ran-er-"

"What?" Si Shuyi looked at Yang Ting in surprise, then looked at Song Mi in surprise, "How is it possible! My cousin..."

"Why not? She relies on her family's wealth to bully other students at school, not just me, but many others!"

Yin energy quickly gathered above the lawn. Yang Ting's face, originally pale but not intimidating, instantly became ferocious with anger. Her loose hair grew wildly, like dense black satin wrapped in evil energy, rushing towards Si Shuyi and Song Mi.

"You and she are the same! Both of you! You both deserve to die!"

Those humiliating, painful and desperate memories entangled Yang Ting. She hated these high-ranking people and wanted them all to die!

The evil spirit's angry roar caused strange sounds and cold winds that alarmed the people in the villa. Si Qicheng and others stood at the door and saw Song Mi making hand gestures and chanting spells, his fingertips moving so fast that they almost left afterimages.

Except for Si Qicheng, no one else could see Yang Ting. They only felt that the courtyard was covered with dark clouds, eerie and abnormal.

"The five elements bind the spirits, and all ghosts are subdued! Bind them!" As soon as the seal was made, Yang Ting was tied to the spot by a dark blue chain, and then her neck was strangled and she was pressed to the ground.

Startled by the sound, Mr. and Mrs. Si upstairs, and the nanny and housekeeper in the house were all looking at the people on the lawn through the window.

"You want to kill me?" Yang Ting looked at Song Mi hatefully, "None of you Xuanshi are good people!"

"Shut up!" Song Mi increased the strength of his hands.

Yang Ting closed her eyes and waited for her soul to fly away, but gradually she realized that something was wrong. Her strength was being sucked away!

She is an evil cultivator!

But she didn't seem to have absorbed all of my strength...

Si Qicheng turned around and told the housekeeper to call all the servants back into the room.

The dark resentment on Yang Ting's face was absorbed, and her fair and pretty face gradually revealed itself. Song Mi then let go of her hand and said, "Speak, speak nicely, I won't hit you."

Yang Ting looked at her stiffly, disbelief in her eyes, "You help me?"

"I'll only give you one chance. If you don't tell me, just go and reincarnate."

Song Mi was about to attack again, and Yang Ting hurriedly said, "I'll tell you!"

Yang Ting didn't trust Song Mi, but she hadn't taken revenge yet, so she wasn't willing to leave now. If the woman in front of her was an evil cultivator, then she must have a purpose. At worst, she could just change!

But she looked at Song Mi for a long time, but she didn't see her make any requests. Si Shuyi looked at her anxiously for a long time, "Speak up!"

She also wanted to know how her cousin had offended her!

Seeing that Song Mi did not put forward any conditions, Yang Ting paused, recalling the memories of her life, and a painful and fierce look flashed in her eyes.

"My family wasn't well off, and my dad was in jail for manslaughter. He was acting bravely but failed. But the family was rich, so they sentenced him to life imprisonment.

I have a younger brother, and my grandmother is not in good health. My mother works during the day and has to set up a stall at night...

I originally didn't want to go to high school because the tuition was too expensive, but Huaji Middle School accepted me and said that as long as my grades were consistently high, they would give me a 100,000 yuan scholarship every year, so I went."

But in high-end private schools like Huaji Middle School, the students all come from wealthy families, so they look down on people like Yang Ting who have good grades but are ugly, poor and sloppy.

"Because my family was poor and my father was a murderer, they isolated me and laughed at me at first. I put up with it. After all, if I broke the rules, I would definitely lose the 100,000 yuan scholarship. But starting in my second year of high school, they got even worse!"

Yang Ting's eyes were red, as if about to bleed. She narrowed her eyes, revealing a dark hatred.

"Zhang Ran'er suddenly took the lead in surrounding me, blocking me in the bathroom, slapping me, throwing water on me, and cutting my hair..."

Yang Ting showed a painful and twisted expression. Even if I wasn’t at school, they could still find me.

She went to a restaurant to wash dishes on weekends. They would humiliate her with the most vulgar, ugly and harsh words in other people's shops, and pour vegetable soup mixed with chili oil on her from head to toe.

They laughed loudly, and in full view of everyone, relying on their numbers, kicked her away like a dog, poked her head, and deliberately scratched her face.

They laughed at her poverty, laughed at her reckless efforts, and laughed at the fact that even after all her efforts, she was still just a lowly poor person under their feet.

The means are getting worse and worse!