The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 108
The pink dress girl was a bit unhappy that her friend was talking about the streamer she liked like that but couldn't get mad directly. So she dodged the topic, "How many rounds have you played? What's the score like?"
"Your boyfriend's luck is insane. All the good cards are with him today."
"Really?" The girl in the pink dress turned to look at her boyfriend, who was frowning and tilting his head to listen.
She lowered her voice, "What's wrong?"
"There's some sound outside..." The boy in the black T-shirt rubbed his ear and looked at the others who had blank faces. He asked, "Did you guys hear some weird, drawn-out opera singing?"
"Opera singing?" The single-eyelid boy immediately laughed at him, "Didn't expect you to have such an old-school hobby. If you want to hear opera, we'll go tomorrow!"
The high ponytail girlfriend next to him laughed too, but only for a moment. Her smile suddenly froze, and she quickly pushed him aside, turning to look behind them.
The single-eyelid boy stumbled from her push and, under the gaze of others, felt a bit annoyed. "What did I do to you? Why did you push me?"
His tone was a little sharp, but the girlfriend didn't come at him like usual. Instead, she stared unblinking outside the tent, her pupils trembling as if she saw something terrifying.
"Babe?" The single-eyelid boy waved his hand in front of her face but she didn't react, which made him nervous. "Babe, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
He shook her gently, but her expression stayed blank. Just then, a strange opera singing came to his ears—drawn-out, nasal Beijing opera notes echoed far into the air, just two short calls that sent a chill down their spines.
The girl in the pink dress looked up and saw her boyfriend's eyes go wide, then glanced at the other two, who also had their eyes fixed straight ahead.
"You guys..."
Suddenly, the three around her stood up with lifeless eyes, moving in sync, which scared her. It looked like they were about to step outside the tent.
She reached out to grab her boyfriend, but suddenly he grew strong and dragged her along with him.
Seeing she was about to be pulled out too, she quickly let go and fell forward in front of the tent, helplessly watching the three walk into the dark rain like puppets on strings.
"Ah Zhi..."
She reached to grab her boyfriend's pant leg but only caught a handful of rain.
"Jiaojiao, Yu Ming..."
Watching the three's backs almost disappear, she suddenly remembered to call the police.
But the remote location and the thunderstorm meant there was no signal at all.
She looked at the tent that now only had her inside, then back at her friends disappearing into the distance, stomped her foot, gritted her teeth, and followed.
The midsummer night's rain was freezing. She stepped carefully, following the three closely. At some point, she also started hearing faint opera singing, but it only lasted briefly near her ear before fading.
After who knew how long, a faint light appeared ahead, flickering in the stormy night and giving her a glimmer of hope.
But just like the singing, the light vanished in an instant.
The girl looked at the pitch-black darkness behind her, then at her zombie-like friends ahead—she was stuck, neither able to go forward nor back.
As she hesitated, rustling leaves suddenly sounded from the surrounding darkness.
"Who's there!" All the scary forest movie scenes she had seen flooded her mind.
She picked up a stone from the ground, voice trembling with tears as she faced the direction of the sound, "Who! Who's there?!"
"I'm not afraid of you! If you've got guts, don't hide! Come out!"
The leaves rustled again, like something was crawling out of the bushes, but nothing was visible in the darkness ahead.
She froze. Whatever came out of the bushes... it wasn't behind her, was it?
"Why is a human here alone?" A man's voice came from behind her. Her shoulder twitched, and clutching the stone, she spun around.
The man behind her had pale, smooth skin and held a blue transparent umbrella. Even though it was midsummer night, he wore a white turtleneck sweater and white pants, wrapped up tightly. His amber eyes looked displeased at the stone in her hand.
At first, the girl in the pink dress was scared by the man's strange outfit, but when she saw that face, clearly favored by the Creator, her fear vanished instantly.
She had never seen such a handsome man before... no, she had never seen such a beautiful woman either!
She thought the four "demon clan" young guys and girls from the show "Strange and Mysterious Tales" she watched a few days ago were already very good looking, but unexpectedly, this person was even more stunning! Growing up like this, was he even human?!
The man was used to this kind of gaze but still disliked being stared at. He frowned, switched the shopping bag to the hand holding the umbrella, then waved his other hand. The girl's neck went soft, her eyes lost focus, and like a puppet on strings, she walked back into the tent.
The man's ears twitched as he stepped into the nearby darkness. Soon, the other three people returned like puppets and went straight into the tent.
In the dark forest, the crackling of burning fire was drowned out by the pouring rain. The man held the umbrella with one hand, carried the shopping bag in the other, and looked down at several paper dolls writhing in the flames. Then he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Consultant Bai..."
A groggy voice came from the phone, heavy with sleepiness.
"Is there something you need, boss, late at night?"
"You still sleeping?" Consultant Bai's voice was cold and sharp. "The ghost stage is back again."
"Thud... thud..."
Two heavy thuds came through the phone. Consultant Bai pursed his lips, regretting for the one thousand and first time working with this unreliable group of humans.
He held the phone a bit farther away. Hua Nan's disbelieving yell came through the phone, still super clear in the rainy night. "What! Wasn't that thing cleared out a few years ago? How is it back again?!"
Consultant Bai walked toward his home under the umbrella. The rain-soaked soil under his feet was as flat as ground to him, leaving no footprints at all.
Hearing Hua Nan's words, he snorted and asked coldly, "You're asking me? Isn't that what your Special Incident Investigation Bureau is supposed to handle?"
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