The Beauty with Terrible Luck Falls in Love with a Ghost - Chapter 30

Zuo Lihua: “?”

Considering this ghost’s usual antics and the precedent set by the previous appearance of the word “eat,” Zuo Lihua couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift in a wild direction.

Her face stiffened as she glanced at the female ghost rapidly approaching, thinking: Surely performing a live adult show in front of a ghost would mean certain death!

Han Hai’er’s azure eyes seemed to see right through her: “Don’t misunderstand. When I say ‘eat,’ I mean gnawing on your flesh and drinking your blood, literally eating you.”

Zuo Lihua: “…” (Expletive)

In that moment, she felt like the ultimate fool.

Han Hai’er stared intently at her: “What do you think of that proposal?”

Zuo Lihua replied dryly: “N-Not great.”

Han Hai’er’s expression shifted menacingly as she snarled, “Then get back in the car, now!”

Zuo Lihua gasped sharply, practically tumbling as she shut the car door.

The next second, Han Hai’er was thrown against the door with such force that it dented inward.

Instinctively, Zuo Lihua flung herself forward, clutching the steering wheel tightly.

Han Hai’er seemed unscathed, springing up energetically. The next moment, it was the female ghost’s turn to be slammed against the car.

Her face was pressed against the window, locking eyes with Zuo Lihua. She gave a sinister smile, dark eye sockets oozing blood.

Suddenly, her expression went blank as she was grabbed from behind, her face dragged across the glass, leaving a trail of horrifying bloodstains on the car’s exterior.

Thick fog engulfed the surroundings. Amid the obscured vision, spine-chilling ghostly wails echoed intermittently.

Zuo Lihua felt an uncanny resemblance to watching horror movies alone as a child in a vast villa, sensing presences everywhere.

The steering wheel felt too wide to hold securely. Pressing her back against the seat, she grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly.

Still paranoid that a skeleton might materialize in the back seat, she decided to play some festive music for comfort.

“Wuuu~~~~~ Yiiii~~~~~”

The selected song instantly morphed into a woman’s suffocated weeping the moment it started.

Trembling, Zuo Lihua shut off the engine.

After an uncertain length of time, a piercing cat’s cry pierced the air. A head was hurled from the black fog, smashing against the windshield.

With a “thud,” it bounced off, disintegrating into dust before hitting the ground and vanishing completely.

Zuo Lihua held her breath, watching intently. She recognized it as the female ghost’s head. Once it disappeared, she leaned forward, peering anxiously.

Did we win?

Where’s Han Hai’er?

She grew worried. Usually, after a victory, Han Hai’er would proudly strut over to boast. Her prolonged absence was highly out of character.

Zuo Lihua considered stepping out to look, but the lingering black fog made her hesitate.

After waiting a bit longer, the fog thinned significantly, with only faint tendrils stubbornly clinging. Finally able to see clearly, Zuo Lihua mustered her courage and cautiously exited the car.

Upon opening the door, her eyes met drag marks of blood and flesh scraps littering the ground, alongside several blurred bloody handprints.

The scene vividly illustrated the ferocity of the battle.

“H-Han Hai’er…?” Zuo Lihua called out timidly, still terrified.

No response, not even the sound of wind. The fog, however, continued to dissipate slightly.

She followed the direction from which the female ghost’s head had been thrown.

Not long after, she spotted scattered shreds of fabric on the ground, blue in color and strikingly similar to what Han Hai’er had been wearing, with fresh bloodstains still visible.

“…Han Hai’er?” Zuo Lihua froze for a moment, then quickened her pace.

As she ventured further, fragmented human bones and chunks of flesh began to appear on the ground. Some seemed almost alive, writhing unwillingly, but were soon enveloped and devoured by lingering wisps of black mist, vanishing along with the fog.

The density and bizarre placement of the flesh chunks made it look as though someone had been blown apart right there.

This isn’t Han Hai’er, Zuo Lihua thought calmly. Han Hai’er’s true form was a dark, stick-figure-like entity, not fresh flesh and blood.

She called out while searching, but the area was limited, with no cover in sight, everything was visible at a glance.

Gradually, the black mist dissipated entirely, yet Han Hai’er still hadn’t appeared. It was as if she had perished together with the female ghost.

Zuo Lihua couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her heart. The trail vanished at the edge of the forest. Glancing at the mist-shrouded woods, she steeled herself and decided to venture a few meters in, planning to poke around a bit.

As she stepped over a bush, something tripped her, nearly causing her to fall.

“Ouch!” Her first thought was that a ghost had grabbed her. Heart pounding, she looked down and saw a wooden plaque that had been standing upright in the ground but was now knocked over by her.

The plaque lay on a small mound of earth, with a line of brush-written characters on it.

Picking it up, she read: “Tomb of Beloved Cat, Paw Ba Yu.” The date marked was three days ago.

A cat’s grave?

Zuo Lihua clasped her hands together and murmured carefully, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” As she spoke, she prepared to stick the plaque back into the ground.

Then the mound shifted.

Zuo Lihua froze, doubting her eyes.

The mound shifted again, not only shifted but also sprouted a cat’s paw.

Zuo Lihua’s breath hitched. A buzzing filled her mind as chaotic thoughts raced: “Holy crap, holy crap, zombies, zombies, what do zombie cats eat? If they bite a mouse, will the mouse turn into a zombie too, leading to human extinction…” She stood frozen, watching as a scrawny, filthy long-haired cat emerged from the soil.

The cat first shook its fur, scattering the dirt all over its body, then sat down on the soil with its four paws tucked beneath it, tail pressed close to its body, and looked up at her.

Oh, it’s a Ragdoll. It must have been quite pretty when it was alive.

Zuo Lihua thought dazedly, then suddenly realized something was off.

Though the cat was dirty and emaciated, almost unrecognizably so, its eyes were exceptionally bright, starkly contrasting with its frail body, like large glass marbles. Only…

Those azure blue pupils and that familiar gaze, as if looking at trash… The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.

Perhaps dissatisfied with Zuo Lihua’s wooden reaction, the Ragdoll bared its teeth at her.

Ah, it’s angry. Even more like her.

Trembling, Zuo Lihua voiced the unbelievable suspicion, her voice breaking: “Han Hai’er?”