The commotion they made was so loud, it gave me goosebumps and made my ears burn. What kind of people are these?!

After overhearing their conversation, I realized that the high school student was a girl, not Song Wei’s brother. Deciding it was none of my business, I was about to slip away when I heard the man exclaim in surprise—

“Damn, little sis, is that a tattoo on your back? Why is it so uneven? Hmm, is this a ghost face? Uh-huh—”

I shivered all over. Ghost face?

Just hearing these two words made my scalp explode.

A blood-red ghost face mask had appeared on my father’s back, which they said was his karmic obstacle, and now he lies unconscious; that middle-aged woman had a ghost face appear on her, and in the end, her scalp and face were torn as she fled.

Could this ghost face be something that attaches to people?

I couldn’t help but sneak a peek, only seeing a woman’s back.

She was moving on top of the man, head tilted back in apparent pleasure.

And the man underneath her was flailing about, both of their voices loud.

So lost in the moment? Weren’t they afraid of being heard?

I didn’t have the nerve to check it out; I usually steer clear of such crazies.

But the man had just mentioned a ghost face tattoo, and it was uneven… Could it be that blood-red ghost face?

I hastily pulled out my phone, my mind full of Jiang Qiyun… You better pick up the phone!

When I swiped the screen, I froze.

That guy doesn’t even have a phone! Who should I call?

With trembling fingers, I pressed the shortcut for my brother’s number, hearing several buzzes on the other end before anyone picked up—

“Click.” The sound of high heels came from the alley next to me.

I hurriedly took a few steps back and saw a short-haired woman dragging her feet out… Was it over so soon?

She was dressed in typical bar attire—backless, V-neck, high-waisted, with a super short skirt and flip-flops.

Her figure was quite flat, the kind that hadn’t fully developed yet.

She seemed drunk, having just been intimate with that man so passionately, and stumbled, falling right at the entrance of the alley.

When I saw her face, I gasped! Wasn’t this the virgin Hou Shaowen had found for his grandfather’s treatment, that short-haired girl?!

Was she really like this?

But wait, just two days ago she was still a virgin! Hou Shaowen must have made sure she was okay before taking her, right?

My brother’s voice came through my phone with a hurried “Hello, hello, hello,” as I picked up amidst my cluttered thoughts.

A few smoking punks at the roadside exchanged glances, snickering as they picked the girl up and loaded her into a van, speeding away.

These kinds of people loiter around the bar entrances—waiting for drunk people, commonly known as ‘body snatchers.’

I’m just a college girl; I don’t have the heroics in me, only managing to note down the van’s license plate and tell my brother, “Bro, I saw a girl get drunk and snatched by a body snatcher. The van’s license plate is XXXX, you better call the cops.”

My brother’s voice almost burst my eardrums, “Mu Xiao Qiao! You scared me; I thought something happened to you! I rushed out covered in bubbles to answer the phone, and it’s this nonsense! Get home now!”

“No, no, I’ve seen that girl before, she’s the one Hou Shao found for his grandpa—the vir—”

I couldn’t finish my sentence when a large hand suddenly gripped my shoulder, scaring me so much that my phone flew from my grasp and crashed to the ground!

Turning around, I saw Jiang Qiyun looking down at me, his dark eyes rimmed with molten gold fury.

“Mu Xiao Qiao… Do you take everything I say as wind passing by?” His words carried a chilling anger.

My throat went dry, and I stammered, “I—I just saw a suspicious person… She seemed to have a ghost face tattoo on her back—”

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, bending slightly to pin me against the wall, and demanded, “I’ll ask you again, what is your status now?”

“…Your ghost wife,” I muttered, biting my lip.

“What was our agreement? Do you want to die, or do you want to live out your days in peace? You know what’s inside your belly—”

“I know, it’s your child.” I looked up at him, biting my lip and holding back my resentment.

Struggling to keep my emotions in check—he was not a normal person, and I couldn’t expect him to think like one.

“I accept my fate; I’ll just be your breeding tool. I promised you I wouldn’t take pills or wear high heels. Can’t you be a bit gentler, at least let me finish my sentence?” I glared at him, eyes reddening.

I felt like I was suffering from nerve exhaustion, getting emotionally worked up over trivial things.

Like getting irritated seeing him.

Like wanting to cry hearing him speak.

Jiang Qiyun’s gaze darkened, and he loosened his grip on my chin.

A drunk passing by pointed at me and laughed, “Wow! Such a beauty, putting on a one-woman show here? Come on, sister—”

“Bang!” Before he could finish, an invisible force slammed him into the air, and he landed headfirst into a trash can.

I shuddered, looking up at Jiang Qiyun.

His expression was cold and unmoved.

I grew fearful; he came from the netherworld, and at the slightest disagreement, he could flick his fingers and kill me, and even in death, I would fall into his hands.

“Speak,” he commanded in a clear, penetrating voice.

I had forgotten what I was about to say, my emotions having vented in the heat of the moment; now, it seemed there was nothing left.

“…I’m sorry.” I bowed my head, my attitude compliant.

“I accept your apology, and I forgive you this time. Remember to be obedient in the future.”

Listen to that, he always held the psychological upper hand.

“Mu Xiao Qiao, you are of pure Yin blood, and there were some events before you were born, so your constitution is very special, attracting spirits. You were fine before because your father shielded you.” He spoke calmly:

“Now that the spiritual embryo has just formed and is still unstable, you… need to be more conscious and not put yourself in dangerous situations. I’ve set up protective charms in your room and house. It’s safer to stay at home, understand?”

I nodded silently.

“I’ve found your friend’s brother; follow me.” He turned away casually.

I followed him, my eyes fixed on his back, mindlessly trailing behind him.

People whispered nearby: “Is this girl high or what? She looks so out of it.”

I gave a bitter smile; even walking with him, to the world, it seemed I was alone.

>>>>>>>>>.

On the edge of the bar street, a very thin young man knelt on the ground before Jiang Qiyun, whispering, “We were just in time; that female ghost didn’t succeed.”

He pointed to a pile of junk nearby, covered with a torn plastic sheet, which shocked me—it looked just like a corpse covering! Could it be that Song Wei’s brother was gone?

I quickly knelt to check under the sheet, and the thin man hastily said, “Young mistress, wait!”

I paused, already having lifted it halfway. Wait for what?

Under the plastic sheet lay Song Wei’s brother Song Hang, bare-chested.

The thin man chuckled, “This boy isn’t wearing a shirt; if the young mistress sees something she shouldn’t…”