Lu Yuke suddenly grabbed her arm tightly as if clutching a lifeline, her eyes terrifyingly gloomy, and Aunt Cui couldn’t even feel the pain.
"Did you hear soone talking?" Lu Yuke asked with a stiff neck, her tone particularly frightening.
Aunt Cui was scared out of her wits, only feeling a chill rushing up her back, her legs trembling involuntarily, "No... no..."
"How is that possible?" Lu Yuke suddenly pushed her away, "How could there be none? Listen carefully. Soone is calling for the sister-in-law. That bitch is back, she’s co for revenge on , hahaha! Back then, she was defeated under my hand, and now she still is. I will make sure you never reincarnate, hahaha... A ghost is nothing, what can you do to ?"
Aunt Cui looked at the sowhat deranged woman in disbelief. Is this the usually strong and shrewd mistress? She’s just a madwoman...
Lu Yuke’s laughter stopped abruptly, retracting so quickly that it gave an eerie feeling. She gave Aunt Cui a haunting look, "What are you doing here?"
Aunt Cui said nothing and ran away helter-skelter.
Lu Yuke believed in ghosts and gods, but she was convinced they couldn’t do anything to her. She looked around, then suddenly walked to the bedside, felt around under the bed, and the wall behind the bed suddenly split open from both sides, revealing a small secret chamber about the size of an altar space. However, it wasn’t an altar that was placed there but a kind of Taoist talisman resembling a Bagua diagram. Below it were placed two cloth effigies, one male, one female, both covered with needles, and with birth dates written on their backs, each forehead marked with talisman paper. The candlelight glead, casting a shadow on Lu Yuke’s sullen face, making the scene particularly sinister and terrifying.
The talisman paper on the female effigy’s forehead was about to fall off; she went over and reapplied it, smiling, "So it was really you coming in a dream, huh? What’s the matter, want to save your grandson? Heh...!" Her eyes suddenly fierce: "I won’t let you have your wish."
"Weren’t you two going to be husband and wife even in death? Then I’ll grant your wish, make you husband and wife through all lifetis in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, never to reincarnate. Don’t thank too much, hahaha, and oh, your good son and daughter-in-law, your good grandson and granddaughter-in-law, I’ll make sure they go down to accompany you too."
A shadow stealthily disappeared behind her, Lu Yuke suddenly turned her head, "Who?"
The wind sighed eerily, no one in sight, and she imdiately thought she was overthinking, turning her head with a smile, "You’re lucky, good-looking, with a good family, talented, even such an excellent man was deeply in love with you, but so what? You still died, died a death too terrible to look at. I warned you back then, don’t compete with , but you insisted on competing, you brought it all on yourself...."
Yun Ya was talking with Yan Song, not knowing when a voice stood in the room, startling Yun Ya, who clutched her chest.
Mingyue glanced at Yan Song with an expressionless face and recounted the events, including the secret chamber and those items.
Yun Ya furrowed her brows: "What is she planning?"
Mingyue glanced at Yan Song’s expression, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "Those things are a kind of Taoist curse, writing birth dates on the back of the figurines, suppressing them with talisman paper, implying being cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell never to reincarnate, it’s a very cruel and insidious Taoist secret thod."
Crash— the teacup shattered on the ground, breaking into pieces.
Yun Ya turned her head in a daze to see Yan Song’s face looking frighteningly cold, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his hands clenched into fists.
Yun Ya’s small hands wrapped around his large fists, giving him silent warmth and strength.
She didn’t expect Lu Yuke to be so vicious, downright insidious.
Compared to Lu Yuke, what was Yun Shu? Simply a small witch in front of a big witch.
Yun Ya signaled to Mingyue with her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Mingyue vanished, leaving the room silent, with only the sound of their breathing.
Yun Ya cradled his head in her arms, "Brother Yan, don’t be sad." She couldn’t bring herself to offer more consolation.
Yan Song closed his eyes, every word seed to co from his chest, each one making Yun Ya’s chest feel heavy.
"Lu Yuke, I will make sure she dies a bad death."
"Alright, no matter what you do, I will support you."
Yan Song held her tightly, murmuring in her ear, "Yaya... it’s good to have you...."
Yun Ya’s lips curved into a gentle smile, Brother Yan, it’s good, I have you too.
Three days later, Lu Yuke went out as usual, Yin Suhua looked at the dark circles under her eyes and teased, "Sister-in-law, didn’t you rest well? Look at those dark circles, tsk tsk... what, dreaming about older brother?"
The things back then were clearest to these sisters-in-law, Lu Yuke back then didn’t desperately marry Yan Guoshou, but Yan Guomao. Unfortunately, Yan Guomao was an exceptionally brilliant person, having both talent and looks, with a childhood sweetheart. Unless his head had swollen, he wouldn’t have looked at her.
After Yan Guomao eloped with Mu Ziling, Lu Yuke settled for marrying Yan Guoshou. Though they were of the sa mother, the difference was huge. Yan Guoshou, although the eldest son, was ineffectual, that weakness and diocrity completely passed down to Yan Nanxiao, and he was sowhat vain, being forced to marry the ugly Lu Yuke, heaven knows how much hatred was in his heart, the marriage of decades was simply a bloody storm, when Yan Guoshou died, Lu Yuke was just short of setting off firecrackers.
She said this completely to mock Lu Yuke, an ugly woman from the countryside, look at how capable you think you are.
Lu Yuke slapped Yin Suhua directly across the face, her eyes vicious, "Can’t speak properly? Let , the elder sister-in-law, teach you."
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