He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 169 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 2)

The cold pendant, warmed by body heat, becomes increasingly addictive with its delicate and smooth texture.

Wen Yan untied the pendant with one hand and examined it closely. The deep red teardrop jade had a warm and smooth texture, and the color faded from the center to the edges.

She clearly remembers it wasn't like this at the beginning.

The faint ring around the outside is—blood!

Wen Yan remembered that when the brat's head smashed down, it cut her neck, and the blood must have dripped down accidentally at that moment.

She touched her neck, expecting to find a scratch, but the smooth texture of her skin told her it was intact.

Is it all better now?

Wen Yan murmured, "They're quite meticulous; not a single scratch was left."

"You smell like her perfume..."

The phone started vibrating. Wen Yan picked it up and glanced at it: "Baoyu, what's wrong?"

"Wenwen, Li Miao has been taken to the hospital unconscious. We're all here. Do you want to come and see her?"

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Wen Yan checked the time; it was 8 PM.

It was pitch black when she put on the pendant, changed her clothes, and headed to the hospital. During the trip, 233 reminded her to remember to bring the original owner's life-saving talisman.

She didn't take it.

There's a guess we need to confirm.

hospital.

When Wen Yan arrived, all six of them gathered in the dormitory.

Originally, everyone wanted to get together after military training today. They had agreed on a place and were preparing to set off after Wen Yan returned when Li Miao suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The group was terrified and quickly called 120 to take the person to the hospital. After a flurry of tests, it turned out that the person was perfectly healthy and had no problems at all.

"The person just won't wake up."

Xiao Baoyu frowned slightly. She was the first to notice Li Miao collapse and almost thought she was dead. Her heart was pounding with fear.

"It's not that I won't wake up, it's that I can't wake up."

Wen Yan spoke softly, her cold tone revealing a penetrating gaze.

The four of them felt a chill run down their spines.

"What's going on? Wenwen, don't scare me."

"They gave us quite a fright."

"Yes, we are staunch materialists!"

"Haha, of course I was just kidding."

Wen Yan ignored the female ghost clinging to Li Miao and pressing her eyes shut, and shrugged: "How could there be ghosts in the world?"

Upon hearing this, the four of them glared at her, and their dormitory relationship inexplicably became a little closer.

"Wow, the temperature difference between day and night in City A is huge. I should have worn a jacket when I went out."

Chen Yiren rubbed the goosebumps on her arms: "My back is especially cold."

She stood in front of the hospital bed, and the female ghost, her face pale, blew on her as she covered her eyes.

Wen Yan made an excuse and quietly shooed the person to sit on the bed next door.

"Hey, it's definitely better here. Looks like I can't stand by the window, the wind's blowing right in..."

The girls discussed in hushed tones, while Wen Yan went to the window to close it.

Suddenly she heard someone call her name, and she instinctively responded.

"Wen, Wen."

"Hmm, who just called me?"

No, you must have misheard.

"You can see..."

Wen Yan turned around and met a pair of eyes with only whites showing, and the female ghost lying on her stomach with her back bent at a 180-degree angle staring at her.

With the slightest movement of her stiff cheeks, white frost would drip down.

She's a frozen ghost.

Wen Yan swallowed hard, stood still, and rushed out the door the next second.

"I need to pee, I need to go to the toilet!"

There was no time to explain; I just wanted to find an empty room to deal with the frozen ghost.

Wen Yan swung her legs incredibly fast, while the frozen female ghost, whose movements were uncoordinated, actually fell behind for a while.

However, Wen Yan forgot.

This is a hospital...

There's no shortage of ghosts.

Originally, I was being chased by one ghost, but now I'm being chased by a whole bunch of ghosts.

233 barely opened one eye, but was so frightened by the strangely shaped ghost with no intact flesh that it quickly closed it again.

"M-Master! I'll drop you a weapon..."

Wen Yan gritted her teeth: "No need."

233 opened one eye again and saw that the ghost team chasing Wen Yan had added several more terrifying ghosts.

It tries to hide in a corner to minimize its presence.

Waaaaah, the adult is so amazing.

Wen Yan wandered around aimlessly, always choosing dark and secluded places to go.

I finally managed to open a room and rushed in to catch my breath.

Dozens of ghosts turned their heads in unison.

Depend on!

It's a morgue!!

Ahead lay a large army of menacing soldiers from the morgue, and behind them, a large pursuit team bared its fangs and brandished claws.

Wen Yan's left leg was bitten by a cleavage demon, and the pain brought tears to her eyes. She desperately resisted the urge to shake it off.

Trembling, he closed his eyes and cried out, "Help!"

Jiang Yu suddenly opened his eyes. A thick, dark fog, carrying resentment, pressed down on him, and a deafening roar, louder than thunder, filled the air.

Dozens of ghosts were trapped inside, their screams growing louder and louder.

"Wait……"

Wen Yan leaned against the wall, rummaged in her coat pocket, found a crumpled talisman, and hopped over on one leg to stick them on the screaming ghosts one by one.

"They were just trapped here because they died of illness. They are not vengeful ghosts. We can just perform a ritual to help them pass on. There is no need to strangle them."

The powerful resentment trembled slightly before subsiding.

Wen Yan is not a saint; she simply comes from a Taoist family and needs to accumulate merit, so she would rather perform a ritual to help the dead pass on than strangle them.

After a long while, Wen Yan finished pasting all the talismans. She flipped her hands and formed a complicated palm seal. It took her some more time to completely exorcise all the ghosts.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You are weak."

Jiang Yu spoke coldly, striking straight to Wen Yan's heart.

But the speaker's calm tone made it sound like he was calmly narrating something perfectly normal.

Jiang Yu approached and squatted down next to Wen Yan. His icy hand pressed on her left leg, and the creepy teeth marks disappeared instantly.

"protect yourself."

He got up after saying that, indicating he was about to leave.

Wen Yan quickly grabbed his hand, the biting cold making her shiver. Her voice was even more urgent than her actions: "I can't protect myself."

Time seems to stand still.

Jiang Yu glanced at her, her eyes clear and deep, unfathomable: "You can use a talisman."

"I can't draw."

"study."

"Insufficient qualifications."

Jiang Yu then proposed many methods, which were all rejected by Wen Yan.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes; for the first time, he had such a strong understanding of weakness.

"How have you lived so long?"

Wen Yan shrugged: "Luck."

"I can't protect you every moment."

"Why are you protecting me?"

Two voices rang out at the same time. Jiang Yu remained silent, somewhat aggrieved, with a hint of annoyance in his pure white eyes: "Your pain is my pain too."

Wen Yan:?

What do you mean?

She slapped herself and looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yu nodded, and in doing so, stopped her from slapping him to prove her pain.

"We share the same pain."

So, if you're in pain, I'm in pain too?

Jiang Yu nodded again.

Wen Yan noticed the crux of the matter and murmured to herself, "Wouldn't that mean double the pain during fantasies?"

"what?"

Seeing his indifferent and bewildered face, which seemed to say "Socialism is good for ghosts," Wen Yan quickly shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

Oh no, this gives off a vibe of corrupting innocent young men.

Guilty sin.

"Will you show up at any time?"

"I am inside this teardrop-shaped jade. I will appear when I wake up."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan touched the water droplet jade again, secretly vowing that she would wear it around her neck even if it meant death.

After all, it's a lifesaver.

"You...don't touch it."

"what happened?"

Wen Yan looked up at him.

Jiang Yu looked somewhat uneasy, and his voice was slightly stiff: "I can feel it when you touch it."

!!! !!! !

Is that so?

Wen Yan unconsciously gripped the handle tighter.