He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Fang Tinglan and Feng Yan's segment was in the later stages, and it wasn't until after 8 PM that it was their turn. There was a problem with the background in the middle of the segment, and it took another half hour to fix it.

It was already past 9 p.m. when the rehearsal ended.

As Qu Yi finished rehearsing and Fang Tinglan stepped off the stage, she caught a glimpse of a dark figure out of the corner of her eye. It was indistinct and barely visible, almost blending into the darkness.

It saw her too.

Qu Yi felt a chill creep over her.

A strong, pungent smell of blood swept over, making one want to vomit.

She glanced at it indifferently, and a chill instantly spread. It abruptly withdrew its gaze, retreated in terror, and lowered its head, afraid to move.

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Tinglan followed her gaze and saw nothing there.

"No, are you going back?"

"Ah."

While hailing a taxi on the street, Qu Yi looked down at their clasped hands and said:

"Fang Tinglan, wouldn't you call this puppy love?"

Fang Tinglan's lips curled up, quite smugly: "It doesn't count."

As night fell, Qu Yi walked to a corner on the second floor. There was a talisman posted on the outside of this room, so that things inside could not get out, and things outside could not get in.

The talisman trembled a few times before returning to stillness.

As Qu Yi pushed open the door, a dark figure immediately rushed towards her, carrying a foul stench. She raised her slender fingers and touched the figure briefly. The figure immediately let out a shrill scream and retreated frantically, trembling against the wall.

"Zhou Yue".

The woman's voice was cold and aloof.

The trembling figure froze, staring at Qu Yi with only one exposed eye, which was streaming with bloody tears.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Do not you remember?"

Qu Yi walked towards her step by step.

"Who did you go on vacation with? What happened? Who killed you?"

After being asked three questions in a row, Zhou Yue tilted her head, as if she didn't understand.

"Yu Fengya, Wang Mingxuan, Song Yiheng, Luo Yuehui..."

Zhou Yue still did not respond.

Qu Yi bent slightly: "Then... Feng Yan?"

His eyes widened in horror, his pupils contracted, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

Soon, the room was filled with the smell of blood.

"Woooooooo..."

"Ayan, Ayan..."

Suddenly, she started scratching and kicking wildly, making sharp noises.

"Help me!! Help me, Ayan!!!"

After a while, she calmed down, lying motionless on the ground, but calling out, "Ayan..."

The tone was sorrowful, desperate, and devoid of any hope of survival.

Qu Yi knew that she was repeating everything that happened before her death, and she didn't know how many times she had repeated these things, which caused her to forget everything later.

She didn't want to dredge up Zhou Yue's painful memories, but she had no choice. She needed to know everything to determine whether she could intervene. If the cause and effect were too deep, they absolutely could not get involved.

Otherwise, you'll get into trouble.

It's best to avoid karmic obstacles if you can avoid them.

After an unknown amount of time, the room fell silent.

A series of soft sobs.

The despair and intense hatred in the voice were immediately apparent.

"Zhou Yue".

Upon hearing her voice, Zhou Yue raised her head, brushed her hair aside, and finally revealed her entire face.

This is a beautiful face, elegant and graceful.

"Tomorrow marks the 50th anniversary of the school's founding, and Feng Yan will give a speech as a representative of outstanding graduates."

Zhou Yue remained silent.

Having done all this, Qu Yi left the room.

"elder sister."

The bedroom door was open, and the boy leaned against the door, looking at her.

Looking down, I saw a glimpse of yellow peeking out from between her palms.

"Why was the talisman torn off?"

"Let's just watch and see, whatever."

"it is good."

"Not asking why?"

“I won’t ask,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

"Then I'll sell you."

Fang Tinglan pursed her lips, grabbed the little ghost child behind her, and held him in her hand.

"Selling two would be more profitable."

Looking completely bewildered, 3333 said, "Huh? Why am I being sold too?"

Who did I offend?!