Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 26

Her limbs went numb as blood rushed to her head, jolting Ding Moyan into sudden clarity.

The beautiful woman in the photo frame had black hair tips speckled with bamboo shavings identical in color to those on Ding Moyan’s bamboo broom, a grayish-yellow hue that stood out starkly in the black-and-white photograph, impossible to ignore.

This was no longer a purely black-and-white photo.

“!” Ye Ye’s face drained of color in an instant, her breath hitching in terror.

She had noticed the anomaly too.

“Could this be the female ghost’s hiding place?” Ye Ye whispered fearfully, instinctively ducking behind Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan nodded. There was no other explanation for why bamboo shavings would be embedded in the ghost’s hair.

“The photo frame must be the medium they use to manifest,” Ding Moyan said.

“Th-then does that mean all the frames on this floor are haunted?” Ye Ye’s eyes widened like copper bells, her lips trembling as her fingers turned white, gripping the hem of her clothes.

“Stop pulling my clothes,” Ding Moyan said with a strained expression, half-expecting those hands to pinch her waist next. After spending time together, she was certain Ye Ye was bold enough to do it. She shifted uncomfortably.

Ye Ye obediently let go, but just as Ding Moyan thought the ordeal was over, her forehead twitched in irritation. She yanked up her slipping pants and gritted her teeth. “And stop pulling my pants.” They were about to fall off.

“Then I’ll hold your hand,” Ye Ye chirped cheerfully, her mood shifting like a chameleon as she released Ding Moyan’s pants with a mischievous grin.

Ding Moyan was speechless: “…”

Just as Ye Ye reached out to pinch Ding Moyan’s chin, preparing to tease her with some cheesy “domineering CEO” line.

The eyes of the figure in the photo frame slowly turned toward them.

From Ye Ye’s angle, there was no way she could miss the horrifying sight. She let out a bloodcurdling scream and leaped onto Ding Moyan, clinging to her like a koala.

Fortunately, Ding Moyan instinctively leaned back, preventing them both from toppling over.

“Ding Moyan, they’re alive! I saw their eyes move!”

“Where?” Ding Moyan whipped her head around, but the row of photo frames behind them remained perfectly still, just as before.

“It’s true! We were right those frames are all haunted!” Ye Ye’s teeth chattered, and in her panic, she accidentally bit her tongue.

Her words came out slurred, interspersed with pained hisses as she clutched her mouth, making her look utterly ridiculous.

Ding Moyan almost laughed but reminded herself to stay in character in front of her nemesis. She pressed her lips together, about to speak, when a shrill, ear-splitting cackle pierced the air.

The sound was so unbearable that Ding Moyan immediately covered her ears, but even then, the noise was so intense that blood trickled from them.

A sense of foreboding gripped her. Having spent years in hospitals, she had developed an instinct for the aura of death.

Her palms grew clammy, her legs stiff with tension. The unmistakable stench of death was closing in around them.

The glass of the Long-Tongued Female Ghost’s photo frame shattered with a crack. The ghost cackled, her eyes brimming with malice as her once-beautiful face twisted grotesquely.

Ye Ye shuddered violently and instinctively dug out an extra pair of earplugs from her pocket, handing them to Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan stuffed them in and just like that, the grating, torturous screeching vanished. The earplugs worked so well she couldn’t hear a thing.

“You always have this ready.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Ye Ye said with a bitter smile, spreading her hands helplessly.

The Long-Tongued Female Ghost’s voice was hoarse, like the grating of a saw. She glared viciously at the two intruders, cursing venomously, “You will all die, all of you.”

“I’ll skin you alive and tear your bones apart.”

“Chop you up and boil you into soup.”

“With all due respect, Miss Shen Hualing, it seems you can’t come out,” Ding Moyan pointed out bluntly, cutting off the ghost’s tirade.

The Long-Tongued Female Ghost gaped stupidly, revealing her sharp fangs.

The circular corridor on the third floor was shrouded in eerie gloom, lined with picture frames. Apart from the Long-Tongued Female Ghost, who had shattered her frame’s glass to screech at them, the other figures in the frames merely glared hatefully without taking further hostile action.

Perhaps, those people couldn’t move at all. The frames weren’t mediums for them to traverse freely but rather magical artifacts imprisoning them.

But if that were the case, why could the female ghost harm them so freely? Of course, her attacks were trivial covering their ears was enough to nullify them.

Maintaining a calm facade, Ding Moyan tested the waters: “If you can’t come out, that means you can’t kill us.”

The Long-Tongued Female Ghost seemed struck by Ding Moyan’s words. She grew furious, gnashing her teeth as she pointed at their noses. “Who says I can’t come out? If it weren’t for you intruders.”

Ding Moyan let out an “Oh.” “So, you weren’t originally trapped here, were you?”

The Long-Tongued Female Ghost suddenly realized she had been provoked into revealing something significant. Her face darkened as she hastily clamped her mouth shut.

“Then let me guess. You attacked us, got injured in return, weakened, and then someone captured you and locked you in here.”

Ding Moyan stared quietly at the distorted ghost in the frame. “Who was it, I wonder?”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” The Long-Tongued Female Ghost was livid, wishing she could tear out of the frame and rip Ding Moyan’s mouth apart.

“Was it Shen Changle?”

Seizing the moment the ghost hesitated, Ding Moyan confirmed, “It was him, wasn’t it? Your brother.”

“Shut up! Die! Just die!” The ghost was so enraged she could barely breathe. Her wrath resonated with the other frames around her.

The suited butler beside her hissed hatefully, “You damned intruders, you all deserve to die!”

“Disgusting outsiders, how dare you bully our lovely young mistress!”

Ye Ye’s expression twisted. Lovely? More like terrifying and horrifying.

“They can’t hurt us. Should we go downstairs and check?” Ye Ye suggested. “Since the owner of this villa appeared to lock up the ghost and stop her from causing harm, maybe they aren’t a bad person.”

“Let’s check the remaining two rooms on the second floor.”

Ding Moyan agreed. Nodding, she and Ye Ye descended the stairs amid the chorus of curses from the framed ghosts.

Photographs, frames, Ouroboros.

“Wait.”

Ding Moyan halted on the last step, causing Ye Ye, who hadn’t braked in time, to crash into her back.

Her soft cheek pressed flush against Ding Moyan’s spine, like tofu meeting milk.

Ding Moyan stiffened for a moment before quickly regaining her composure.

Ye Ye rubbed her reddened forehead, unfazed. “What is it?”

“I know where the owner of this villa is now.”

Meanwhile, things weren’t going smoothly for Yu Sisi and the others.

“Do you smell something burning?” Yu Sisi frowned. Her keen nose had caught the sudden scent of something scorched in the room.

“I think, there’s a faint smell,” Wang Ye said, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. “And it’s getting really hot in here.”

“Was Shen Changle burned to death?” Ding Bai traced a finger over the photo on the contract, seeming to realize something.

“Huh?” Yu Sisi looked at Ding Bai in confusion.

“The room temperature is rising slowly,” Ding Bai said, lifting her eyelids slightly as she narrowed her eyes. She tentatively touched the wall beside her, only for the heat to sear off a layer of skin from her finger, leaving behind several blackened marks where she’d made contact. “Before long, we’ll experience the same death process as the master of this bedroom.”

“The despair of being burned alive.”

Ding Bai’s expression remained indifferent, but her words sent chills down the spines of the other two.

“Run!” Yu Sisi’s eyes widened as she immediately grabbed Ding Bai’s hand and bolted for the door.

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