The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 1263 - 1267: The Pact (15)

Some bold young men directly sought matchmakers to approach.

These Su Family members didn’t trouble Su Li, didn’t make a scene in front of her, they were quietly dealt with.

The Su Family was worried...

These people really don’t know what’s good for them, they only look at appearances. They haven’t figured out what’s beneath the skin, whether it’s human or ghost, yet have the audacity to be so reckless, truly commendable courage.

Hey, spit, spit, spit, such a metaphor is not very apt.

Second Brother Su slapped himself on the cheek, what a lousy metaphor.

Even if his sister turned into a ghost, she’d be the prettiest ghost sister.

According to Su Li, the Su Family is trapped in a strange cycle, unable to get out.

Whether she’s human or ghost, can they truly not tell?

Probably not...

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Let’s set aside Su Li for now and look over at Zhang Village.

Zhang Yang’s health had completely recovered, but he always carried a shrunken look, completely unlike his previous youthful and high-spirited demeanor.

The Zhang Family’s distancing attitude also gradually made him gloomy.

But what he feared more was the worry that the death-calling talisman might appear any day, making him live in constant anxiety.

During these days, with the sword hanging over his head, Zhang Yang’s body quickly began to thin down, and the clothes that were once fitting now hung loosely on him like on an empty rack.

Mrs. Zhang worriedly cursed the Su Family all day, making voodoo dolls of them.

Mr. Zhang also smoked his cigarette with furrowed brows.

This situation can’t keep going on, Mr. Zhang threw down the cigarette holder, wore a cold face, and said: "I’m going to the city to find some old friends, he knows many people, strange talents, across various circles; surely we can find a way to resolve this."

"I don’t believe a living person can’t overcome a dead ghost."

"Right, let her soul be scattered..." Mrs. Zhang echoed fiercely with extreme hatred.

Another half month’s time passed like running water.

One night, Su Li suddenly felt a strange pull.

It’s like a small fishhook suddenly lodged onto her, wanting to hook out the soul from the vessel.

The original soul had long passed on, and now this body holds Su Li’s soul.

The invisible pull seemed unable to find a target, flicking its hooks irritably, wandering around.

Is this summoning a soul?

Su Li snorted coldly, she wanted to see who was so daring as to plot against her.

Su Li placed herself on the hook; the force that was previously aimlessly flailing now shook madly like a seizure, desperately wanting to escape the frightening female demon.

Going to die, going to die...

Su Li snorted coldly, "Go."

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In a room with an altar, tightly veiled with red curtains, the dim candlelight made an elderly woman with shriveled chicken skin and crane hair look even creepier.

Her eyes full of whites rolled up as she continuously sprinkled glutinous rice toward the candles, chanting under her breath.

"Hasn’t it worked yet?" A voice of impatience suddenly sounded from the ghostly room.

Following the voice, one can see that two men and one woman stood in the furthest corner of the room.

The young couple held hands tightly, clearly in a romantic relationship.

And the other middle-aged man was a one-eyed dragon.

The man among the couple was the one speaking.

The couple’s attire suggested wealth, with shirts, slacks, skirts, and high heels.

"Brother Yan, don’t worry." The woman’s gentle voice immediately calmed the man’s fiery mood.

He hooked his little finger in the woman’s palm, curled his lips into a mischievous smile, "I’ll listen to you."

This woman was Shang Ran, the Shang Family’s adopted daughter.

And the man beside her was the Shang Family’s adopted son, Shang Yan.

By rights, their relationship should count as siblings, yet now...

At the moment, this complicated relationship is too intricate to explain, so let’s set it aside for now.

Shang Ran had just advised Shang Yan not to be impatient, but actually, she was the most anxious.

Now her whole heart was hanging here, like oil on a raging fire...

"Uncle Long..." Shang Ran timidly called out to the one-eyed dragon nearby.

The middle-aged man she called Uncle Long showed compassion and then reassured her: "Don’t worry, this time the woman’s birth date matches yours perfectly, and she will certainly veil the reality, transferring the medium onto her."

Shang Ran promptly showed sadness, hesitated and said: "Otherwise, let’s not do it, that person is so frightening, I can’t bear it if an innocent person replaces her..."

Uncle Long laughed loudly, "Don’t worry, Xiao Ran, the owner of this birth date just died not long ago, still unmarried, and in life, her looks and status made it difficult for people to approach, let alone see her as a wife. It seems she’s lucky to shield you from this disaster."

Shang Ran thought it made sense, given the person’s majestic presence in life, ordinary people couldn’t get close; if not for dying young, how could that girl have this opportunity.

Quickly, Shang Ran let go of her worries.

Beside her, Shang Yan couldn’t help but pinch Shang Ran’s cheek, "Xiao Ran is always so kind."

He showed a jealous look, "If not for that person’s sudden accident... how could you be with me..."

"Brother Yan, don’t say that, knowing it is you with me now and it will be you in the future is enough."

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The young couple flirtatiously spent a while, while the Spirit Medium’s soul-summoning ceremony reached its critical point.

At the crucial moment, she suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, wide-eyed in disbelief: "Failed."

"How could it have failed..."

She abruptly turned her aged face towards Uncle Long, her tone sharp as ice as she questioned: "The birth date you gave me is correct, right?"

"You must know the soul medium is no joke, or else not just me, but none of you... none will escape backlash."

Uncle Long’s voice stammered with fear, having interacted with the Ghost Lady many times, he still hadn’t gotten used to facing her terrifying visage.

"No problem, absolutely no problem. It was found by an old friend, who said his daughter just died not long ago, and because of some regrets, she’s been refusing to leave, so he asked for my help."

"Just right, my niece... the living and the dead can’t really..." Uncle Long awkwardly laughed.

The Ghost Lady’s pale eyeballs twirled, then she stared at Uncle Long for a while and said: "It had better be like you said, wait a moment, I’ll try again."

She clearly knows Uncle Long wasn’t being truthful.

But sometimes, does truth or lies matter? As long as the money’s in place, even people like her don’t care.

After all, if the money is sufficient, it’s merely a matter of covering up heaven, with peach branches and plum branches... just turning a blind eye.

Do they truly think she’s unaware of their petty schemes?