Chapter 103 Playing Ghost to Scare People

During dinner, Li Yue Shu called Shen Wei once again. He seemed to have adjusted his state and appeared no different from usual. Li Yue Shu checked him carefully. Although there were no apparent issues, she still made him drink a packet of effervescent powder, unable to fully relax. Shen Ting Wen, however, was puzzled. When did his father's health become so fragile? Before sleeping, Li Yue Shu, worried Shen Wei might catch a cold again, specifically added an extra blanket for him. The night was deep, and everyone had fallen into a dream. Li Yue Shu, who had already gone to bed, suddenly opened her eyes and quietly got out of bed. The winter night was colder than the day, and as she first got out from under the covers, she instinctively shivered. While putting on her clothes, she touched Shen Wei's forehead and carefully pulled the blanket up for him. Afterward, she glanced at the sleeping Shen Ting Yi before quietly sneaking out of the room. The moment the door closed, Shen Wei, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He silently rolled off the bed and stealthily followed her. Li Yue Shu, completely unaware that someone was following her, carefully made her way to Aunt Zhao's house, guided by the faint moonlight. She had already scouted Aunt Zhao's place and had previously prepared thin threads, which she now hung in various corners. Then, she took out the white cloth she had prepared from her spatial storage... Shen Wei remained hidden in the shadows. He knew Li Yue Shu was highly vigilant and dared not get too close, so he couldn't tell where she had produced the white cloth from. He was only surprised that she had such a piece of plain white cloth. Did she have a place to hide things that he didn't know about? ... The winter nights were cold. Aunt Zhao slept alone and naturally needed to cover herself with an extra blanket. When she was young and widowed, she had finally managed to raise her son and see him married. Before she could even hold her grandson, her son was taken away by a severe illness. A perfectly good family was left with only a mother and daughter-in-law. But heaven clearly did not intend to treat their Zhao family kindly. A few years ago, her daughter-in-law was also... Aunt Zhao shivered all over and pulled her blanket tighter. Why was she suddenly thinking of that jinx? Aunt Zhao quickly shook off the jumbled thoughts in her mind and closed her eyes to sleep. In a daze, she seemed to feel a chill. Aunt Zhao jolted awake from her dream, only to find that the window was open, and cold wind was blowing in. "Huh, didn't I close the window?" Aunt Zhao, groggily, got up, picked up a wooden stopper from the corner, and closed the window again. She turned to go back to bed, but after taking just two steps, a creaking sound came from the window behind her, sounding particularly jarring in the silence of the night. Aunt Zhao's body stiffened, and she felt a prickling sensation on her scalp. She slowly turned around and saw that the window, which she had just closed, was now swaying in the cold wind. In an instant, Aunt Zhao felt a chill creep up her back. "Who... who's out there?" Her voice trembled, and in the quiet environment, it even echoed. Outside the window, there was only the howling wind and the swaying tree shadows cast by the moonlight, as if it were all her imagination. Aunt Zhao swallowed, mustered her courage, and walked to the window, carefully sticking her head out. The moonlight was a bit dim, but there was indeed nothing there. Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close the window to sleep. At this moment, a drop of water suddenly fell on her forehead. Aunt Zhao instinctively looked up, her pupils dilating sharply. She saw a woman in a white dress hanging halfway from the roof, her wet hair dripping water. In the dim moonlight, her face was unclear, but her blood-red eyes were exceptionally vivid. "Ah—" Aunt Zhao let out a piercing scream, her bottom hitting the ground. She scrambled backward on all fours. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw that above the window, wet hair was slowly moving down, gradually revealing half of the woman's body. The faint moonlight shone in from outside the window, making the woman's face indistinguishable, but her blood-red eyes were clearly visible. Aunt Zhao trembled all over, her face paler than the woman's clothes. "Who... who are you?" "Jie jie jie!" A strange, fragmented sound suddenly came from above Aunt Zhao's head. "Mother, it's been years, why don't you recognize me?" Aunt Zhao looked up in terror, only to see the familiar roof. The woman was clearly outside the window, so why was her voice coming from the roof? "Mother, after all these years, why haven't you burned paper money for me? The river water is so cold, I'm so hungry..." The voice came from the roof again, confirming that it wasn't her imagination. But this outcome only made Aunt Zhao more terrified. She cowered backward, not even caring that her shoe had fallen off. "No... I'll burn it for you tomorrow, I'll burn it tomorrow! Don't come looking for me, don't come looking for me!" The figure outside the window continued to slide down, suddenly landing on the ground, and remained still for a long time. Aunt Zhao thought her words had worked and couldn't help but feel relieved. That wretched creature, restless even in death, still wanted her to burn paper money. Dream on! She'd find a master tomorrow to annihilate her soul! Aunt Zhao thought viciously and was about to get up when a pair of pale hands suddenly gripped the windowsill. "Ah!" Aunt Zhao, startled, sat back down on the ground, not caring about the pain in her sprained hand. "Mother, why did you slander me? You know I was innocent, so why did you accuse me of having an affair with someone!" Accompanied by the gloomy and eerie voice from the roof, the woman reappeared and actually crawled in through the window. The last trace of color drained from Aunt Zhao's face. "I didn't... I saw you talking and laughing with a man from the next village with my own eyes. You're a widow, and instead of staying away from men, you accepted his advances. I was just speaking the truth!" The woman's figure had completely crawled inside. She tilted her head and looked at Aunt Zhao in a bizarre posture. "You slandered me, forcing me to throw myself into the river to prove my innocence. I committed suicide, but the underworld wouldn't take me, so I was trapped in the river, so cold, so cold..." The woman slowly raised her hands, her pale hands dripping water. "It was your mouth that killed me! The King of Hell said your mouth is the source of all my sins. Unless you control your tongue and stop accumulating sins, I can reincarnate. But you haven't changed all these years, so I have to tear your mouth apart, so you can never speak again!" With a final piercing scream, the woman's figure suddenly lunged at Aunt Zhao. "No—" Aunt Zhao shrieked, then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. The woman's figure, however, suddenly stopped. The woman pushed aside her hair, and besides her blood-red eyes, her face was none other than Li Yue Shu's. She kicked the Aunt Zhao on the ground. Seeing that the latter showed no reaction, she pouted. Always opening her mouth to talk nonsense, who would have thought she was so timid! Li Yue Shu pulled off the white cloth from her body and suddenly noticed something like water seeping from under Aunt Zhao. Was this... she wet herself from fear?!