The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

"Dog! Fatty! What are you doing in my house?" he exclaimed in surprise.

But the next moment, he screamed.

"A ghost!!!"

The dog, Fatty, was hanging from a beam with its two feet dangling in the air and the rope they used to strangle people around its neck.

What had made the village chief's nose itch was the tip of their shoes.

Before dawn, all the villagers in Mingyuan Village were woken up.

"Something terrible has happened! Both of Jia Erniu's sons are dead!"

"What happened? How could someone die so suddenly?"

"It's really weird. He died in the village chief's house. The smile on his face was really creepy. No matter how much you wiped his eyes, he couldn't close them!"

"Huh?" The man looked frightened. "Let's call the police."

The other person kicked him hard. "Why are you calling the police? You know these two brothers killed a woman two years ago. What if... what if it's that woman's ghost causing trouble?"

Hearing this made those who heard it even more fearful and uneasy.

"No way, all these years, and I've never seen a ghost?"

"Don't say anything. There have been many dead people buried where we are standing now. If there are really evil spirits here, we'll be in big trouble."

The two fled in panic.

Su Ran walked out silently from behind, her gaze calmly fixed on the ground beneath her feet.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he disabled the live stream and asked Little Butterfly to bring out a bottle of blueberry juice.

Sprinkle it on the ground.

"Farewell drinks are too bitter, drink this instead, it's sweet."

Live broadcast room

Good grief, what did they just say they buried?

What did we play so badly that we died?

Why are you afraid to call the police?

There's too much content for me to process...

[How could something like this happen on a reality show? It must be another prank by Director Han, right?]

[I don't care, honey, come back now! We're not going to participate in the show!]

[It's me again, I've called the police again.] This is the last netizen who called the police for domestic violence.

A funeral was held in Mingyuan Village.

The village chief said that two strong young men had been possessed by evil spirits and hanged themselves. He then invited a shaman to oversee the situation and had people scatter glutinous rice everywhere.

The old woman wore a headscarf made of a towel, her temples were gray, her eyes were wide open like copper bells, and she was muttering to herself.

"Don't blame me, don't blame me, there's a cause and effect, don't come, don't come."

Su Ran opened the door and threw a handful of glutinous rice at her.

The old woman's eyes narrowed abruptly when she met Su Ran's cold gaze!

"A god of death! A born god of death!!"

She nearly knocked over the bowl of glutinous rice in her hand, pointing at Su Ran as if she had seen some kind of demon or monster.

Blue Moon ran out, "What nonsense are you talking about? What god of death? You're promoting feudal superstition!"

The sorceress cried out hoarsely, "She's bad luck! She'll bring utter disaster to our village!"

The sorceress's voice was loud and quickly attracted everyone's attention.

The village chief came over to stop them.

"Let the fortune teller sprinkle glutinous rice at this house before going to another house."

"No, she has to leave!"

“She’s a guest from afar and won’t be staying here for long. You should listen to me and go to someone else’s house.”

"no!"

“Fortune teller, you’re getting old, and you might be wrong about some things. Last time when that silly boy was sick, didn’t you say his soul had left? But when the doctor looked, it was just a fever, and he was fine after taking some medicine.”

"When have I ever misjudged you!"

"I'll take you to the next one."

The village chief took the person away without saying a word.

Lan Yue comforted Su Ran.

"Don't pay attention to what she says, that's just how some old people think."

Su Ran stared at the sorceress's back for a long time, puzzled.

[Little butterfly, did she just glance at you?]

A little butterfly perched on Su Ran's shoulder.

[No, host. She glanced in my direction, but didn't seem to see me.]

[Tsk, this is interesting.]

[The magnetic fields between people are different. This old woman must be able to sense these different magnetic fields, which is why she felt that the host was different from others.]

I actually quite like it when she calls me the God of Slaughter.

[Host, you've gone a bit too far this time.] Two lives lost.

They're all worthless junk; once they're gone, they're gone.

A murder occurred in Mingyuan Village; the police cannot ignore it.

However, in order to prevent the people of Mingyuan Village from knowing that they were closely monitoring the village, they had to come up with another plan.

One of their ideas was to have Su Ran inquire whether Gouzi and Pangwa had any conflicts with other people in the village.

Su Ran did as instructed.

She first asked the old lady at the village entrance and Gouzi's neighbors.

They remained silent about Su Ran, this outsider.

The only ones who spoke up were two other women who were gossiping.

"The two brothers were honest and law-abiding in the village. The only thing they ever did was fight with Tiezhu from the east over his deceased wife. But Tiezhu died last year."

The trail went cold for the time being, and Su Ran told the police to analyze it themselves.

Regardless of the outcome, the dog and the fat boy will only be committing suicide, not being murdered.

She only danced one dance.

Who would believe that a dance could kill someone?

The village began busily preparing for the funeral banquet.

The land in Mingyuan Village is barren and the produce is scarce. Most of the food they eat comes from wild mountain crops, and their staple food is steamed cornbread that is stuck to the surface of a pot.

The village chief even came over to invite Su Ran and the others to have dinner together.

After the village chief left, Gu Cai ran over.

“Ghostly voice,” he called out. “Let’s go, I’ll take you away from here.” He was still shaken by what had happened last night.

"I don't know you, why should I go with you?" She maintained her stranger persona and avoided Gu Cai.

"Please, please," Gu Cai said anxiously.

She looked at Gu Cai's handsome face, which was like something out of a comic book, his eyes filled with innocence and unwavering focus as he gazed at her.

"Little Butterfly, block the live streamer," she said.

Caught completely off guard, Gu Cai was grabbed by the collar and forcefully pressed against the outer wall by Su Ran.

"Do you like me a lot?" she asked, leaning close to his ear.

"Mmm..." The warm breath reddened his earlobe.

"How much do you like it?"

She loosened his collar, her slender fingertips gently pinching his softly shaped chin. It felt warm and pleasant to touch, and she stroked it a few times.

Her actions were clearly ambiguous, yet her eyes were like a snow lotus in the sky, pure and solemn.

Gu Cai's heart was pounding. When his beloved touched his skin with her hand, he felt as if the air in his lungs was being squeezed out, making it difficult to breathe.

"I...don't know..." After writing lyrics for many years, he couldn't find a single sentence that could describe how much he liked her.

The soft hand on his chin receded, the finger that had lingered on his jaw withdrew, and she locked her incredibly cold and calm gaze on his flustered eyes that didn't know where to look.

Her voice was very soft, “I’m in danger, young master.”

After saying that, she gently patted his handsome and somewhat cute face twice, then turned and left.

Unbeknownst to her, she had already stirred up a tsunami in the boy's heart.

Danger?

he does not know.

All he knew was that if loving her meant certain death, he would accept it willingly.

On the other side of the outer wall, An Yecheng watched all this silently, his fingers clenched into fists.

"Host, why is that Gu Cai always bothering you? Why don't you just kill him?" Little Butterfly said sourly.

No need, he didn't do anything wrong, just tease him.

The little butterfly suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the person who liked its host.

Su Ran saw several square tables set up in the earthen house in front of her; that must be where the funeral was being held.

Upon seeing the ghostly voice, several villagers came over to greet her and asked her to sit in the front.

From that angle, you can see the two coffins where the dog and the fat boy are lying.

The sorceress emerged from another door, now dressed in cleaner and more presentable clothes than she had in the morning.

Before she could observe for more than a few seconds, someone plopped down next to her.

She turned her head and saw Lu Xiaoyan.

She hasn't been doing well these past few days; even with light makeup, she can't hide her sallow complexion.

"Ghost Sound, this year is a leap year. In two months, we'll be going home for the New Year. How about I come to your house to wish you a Happy New Year?"

She spoke to the ghostly voice with familiarity, one hand in her pocket, which was filled with the quicklime she had secretly scraped.