The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 124

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Zhou Yu pursed his lips, his expression complicated. He held on for a bit but couldn't stand it and dashed to the bathroom to vomit.

Yu Liang, who was outside trying to stop the cats and dogs from fighting, heard the noise and ran over worriedly, "Uncle Zhou, did you eat something bad?"

Zhou Yu's face scrunched up as he straightened to rinse and brush his teeth. Thinking about the image he just saw, his stomach churned.

"No... no problem, Liangliang. Where's my master?"

"Mom? She's still sleeping outside."

Zhou Yu held his upset stomach and went to find Yu Yuan, just as she turned to look at him.

"Master, my friend's in trouble, can you take a look?"

That afternoon, Lu He came back to the set from the restaurant, dragging his sore butt through filming, then headed home as usual.

His manager had a dinner appointment today, so it was just him, the driver, and the assistant in the nanny car.

He got on the usual route home, pulled his hat down, and immediately fell asleep. Just as they were almost home, he groggily opened his eyes and realized the car was still driving down the same small road home.

"Xiao Ao..." he mumbled as he took off his hat, but the assistant didn't reply like usual.

"Xiao Ao?" Lu He frowned.

Sitting up straight, he noticed the car was unusually dark inside, and the assistant sat stiffly beside him, staring blankly ahead, his face pale as paper in the dim light.

"You..." Lu He barely got the word out before he shut up, scared stiff by the assistant's terrified eyes.

The assistant's pale face twisted like he was about to cry, trembling as he pointed ahead. Lu He, clueless, looked forward—and saw the driver's face was just as pale as Xiao Ao's.

Lu He felt something was seriously wrong and asked confused, "What's going on with you guys? Why are you being so cryptic..."

"No, Brother He..." the assistant lowered his voice, fear growing stronger in his eyes, "We... I think we ran into ghosts..."

As he said that, the driver swallowed hard; the gulping sound echoed in the dead-silent car.

Lu He followed the driver's gaze and saw a familiar narrow road ahead where, somehow, a funeral procession had appeared.

A long line of white-clad figures, their mourning robes rustling in the night wind, paper money swirling everywhere, fluttering and landing on their nanny car as if they were the coffin about to be carried away.

"Brother He," the assistant's voice was almost crying, "While you were asleep, it seems like we've come across the same procession three times already—this is the fourth..."

"Is this some kind of ghost maze?"

In the silent night, the chilling sound of funeral wails twisted around their throats like soul-snatching ropes in the hands of grim reapers. Inside the pitch-black car, there was nothing but the faint sound of breathing—no other noise at all.

"We..." The assistant glanced at Lu He, whose face had gone pale in an instant, then shifted his gaze to the driver up front, whose facial muscles were twitching as he drove. "Da Qiang, maybe just floor it and we blast past them?"

The driver up front looked beefy and tough, like someone who could throw hands—but in reality, he was completely terrified. It took him a long while to process what the assistant had just said.

"Wh-what?"

He turned his head shakily, eyes wide as he looked at the two people in the back seat.

"...Just blast through?"

Catching sight of the funeral procession inching closer, the driver shook his head in panic. "No... I can't! I don't dare! What if we slam right into a ghost and it climbs in through the windshield?!"

"Our windows are all shut tight—how would they even get in!" the assistant's voice trembled, but he didn't back down at all. "Come on! Hit it!"

"N-no way!" The driver stiffened his neck and refused. "Those ghosts—they use magic attacks! Even with the windows shut tight..."

He hadn't even finished his sentence when all three of them froze at the same time.

If the windows couldn't keep them out...

A chill crept up the driver's skull. A horrible thought suddenly hit him and he instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.

The van, originally an eight-seater, was somehow now completely full.

Behind Lu He and the assistant, a few long-haired women in funeral clothes sat with their heads hanging low. Their pitch-black hair trailed all the way to the floor, and if you looked closely, something seemed to be writhing slowly through the strands.

Lu He and the assistant had clearly thought of the same thing. Their faces turned deathly pale as they stared at the rearview mirror. Their eyes met midair—and a scream exploded through the whole car.

"AAAHHH—"

Outside, the funeral procession was getting closer. Inside, there were long-haired ghost women of unknown origin. The three didn't hesitate for a second and bolted out of the car.

"M-my talisman!" As he ran, Lu He reached for his neck, only to touch bare skin.

Then he suddenly remembered—earlier at the restaurant, he'd been worried the evil cultivator behind Yu Yuan would go after Jingxi, so he gave the talisman his second brother had given him to his sister. Now, he didn't even have a single protective charm on him.

And his second brother had even said he'd draw him a new one tonight...

"Oh my god!" Lu He cried out mid-run. "Am I cursed or something this week? How the hell can someone be this unlucky!"

Right as the three of them jumped out of the car, the funeral procession threw a handful of joss paper into the air. The fluttering white slips drifted down slowly, landing gently on their shoulders.

At the same time, the wailing from the procession stopped, like someone had hit pause. Every single one of them turned to look their way.

Their faces were stiff and expressionless, their skin full of pits and bumps. Despite the darkness of night, their ghostly white faces were tinged with unnaturally bright blush, and their pitch-black eyes had no whites at all—the pupils filled the entire socket.

"Holy crap!" one of the three screamed, voice shaking. "Those are freaking paper people!"

A gust of wind rose. The paper figures carrying the coffin made a rustling sound as their bodies crinkled in the breeze. Their white paper mourning sticks fluttered in the wind, and each of their faces twisted into the same creepy smile.

The driver screamed and took off running into the darkness. Lu He, pulled along by the assistant, followed closely behind—but it didn't last long. Within moments, the three of them had scattered.

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