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Chapter 24 The Trophy Shattered to Pieces

The host said that it was the sins they had committed, and that the nightmares they were having were because the people they had harmed were coming to collect their debts.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuan and Lin Yin were shocked and somewhat frightened, but they still tried to remain calm.

They hurriedly asked the host if it could be resolved, saying they were willing to add a few hundred yuan more for incense money, and if a few hundred wasn't enough, a few thousand would be fine too.

But the abbot shook his head and said: "It is only natural for that person to collect debts. It is approved by the God of the Underworld. No one can resolve this, not even him."

The host also advised them to repent as soon as possible, otherwise their sins would weigh them down and the consequences of their actions would soon come, at which point they would be disgraced and imprisoned.

"Pah! You're the one who's ruined, you're the one who's in jail!" Lin Yin immediately spat.

Lin Yin knew what she had done back then, and for a moment she felt guilty and scared, but she still wanted to pretend, so she cursed and dragged Zhao Yuan away.

"That old monk must think we didn't add enough money for the incense oil and is trying to cheat us out of our money, so he's talking nonsense."

Zhao Yuan remained silent.

Is that so? But he just saw two worshippers, one of whom was willing to pay 50 yuan, hoping that the abbot would help him resolve his calamity, but the abbot refused, saying that the person's sins were too heavy to be resolved.

As for the other one, before he could say anything, the host said that he had done a lot of good deeds in the past and had accumulated merits, so he took the initiative to give him a talisman and a talisman bag to ward off evil.

On the way back, the two of them didn't look too good. Lin Yin even posted a message on her WeChat Moments, cursing the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

Their expressions only improved when they arrived at Bell Experimental School and heard from the teacher that Zhao Tang was likely to get first place.

She was also busy preparing her speech for the upcoming performance, completely forgetting what the host had said.

They also forgot, of course, that the painting supposedly by Zhao Tang was actually by Zhao Ying.

Zhao Tang was also sitting in the players' seat at this time. After seeing her parents arrive, her gaze fell on Lu Ming, who was not far away.

The teacher just told her that she's a shoo-in for first place in this competition.

First place!

Zhao Tang felt her blood boiling just thinking about receiving the award on stage in front of thousands of teachers, students, and guests.

Once she wins first place, will Lu Ming confess his feelings to her? If he does, will she accept him, or will she accept him?
Zhao Tang covered her slightly flushed face with her hands, her eyes filled with anticipation.

We waited and waited, and finally the time came; the finals began.

The second place was quickly revealed.

Zhao Tang's heart was in her throat; she knew it was her turn.

As the second-place winner left to receive their award, the host announced, "Next, we will reveal the first-place winner of the 12th Bell Experimental School Campus Cup Art Competition. She is..."

The host paused deliberately, then announced loudly, "Zhao Tang from Class 3 of Senior Three."

"Please welcome Zhao Tang to the stage to receive the award, and please let Principal Chen present the award to Zhao Tang!"

Zhao Tang felt relieved. Amidst thunderous applause and the flashing lights of reporters, Zhao Tang, who had specially worn a dress today, walked step by step onto the stage.

"Congratulations, Zhao Tang!"

"Thank you, Principal Chen."

Just as Zhao Tang was about to accept the trophy from the principal, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the auditorium.

The gust of wind was so strong that it swept the trophy that Zhao Tang was about to receive, causing it to fall to the ground.

This unexpected event caused the entire room to fall silent.

The wind is strange. We're indoors, in a large auditorium, so why is there a wind? And it's so strong and so cold.
Anyway, those in the front row couldn't help but shiver when the wind blew up.

It's freezing!

The thought that most schools were built on cemeteries sent chills down their spines.

In broad daylight, surely not? The host was also baffled by this scene; who was the one who couldn't keep their balance?

However, with his extensive hosting experience, he knew he could handle it perfectly.

"It's alright. It seems that our classmate Zhao Tang was too happy and didn't hold it properly. It's alright, let our principal present it again."

Meanwhile, Principal Chen squatted down, picked up the trophy, and was about to hand it to Zhao Tang again. Zhao Tang also felt that what had just happened was an accident, and reached out to take it again.

Never thought...

That eerie wind blew up again.

A scene similar to the one before has happened again!

The trophy fell to the ground again.

This time, Principal Chen frowned, and Zhao Tang's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

The entire hall fell silent, and they even felt that the temperature in the auditorium was getting lower and lower.

At this point, even the host sensed something was wrong; he could feel the wind as he stood on the stage.

Where did this wind come from?

It looks like a sudden gust of wind.

Regardless of where the wind came from, as the host, he couldn't think about that at the moment; he had to continue hosting.

So after he made a convincing statement, Principal Chen picked up the trophy again.

Just as they were about to hand the trophy to Zhao Tang again, not only the others present, but even the principal himself were wondering if this storm was about to rise again.
As it turns out, some things really shouldn't be talked about.

The wind picked up again, making the trophy fall to the ground even louder; the sound of the trophy shattering could even be heard in the quiet auditorium.

When the wind died down, those who were nearby looked up.

This trophy isn't cracked, it's shattered! Logically speaking, even if it fell like this, at most the glass trophy would just crack, or shatter into pieces. But instead, it shattered into tiny fragments, and even the words originally printed on it are no longer legible.

This is the third time!
They say things shouldn't happen more than three times.

If this happens more than three times, things will get complicated.

Suddenly, the entire auditorium became noisy.

"Tell me, what's going on? This trophy has fallen three times in a row, and this time it broke, and it broke in such an abnormal way! And this wind, I feel a chill down my spine."

"I heard this school was built on a cemetery. Could it be haunted?"

"The trophy was almost handed to Zhao Tang when the wind suddenly picked up and it fell. Could it be... a reminder that this trophy shouldn't have been awarded to Zhao Tang?"

"Hmm, now that you mention it, it does make some sense."

The auditorium was filled with whispers and discussions.

"What's going on? How could this happen? Honey, do you think it could be..." Lin Yin, sitting below the stage, was also dumbfounded. Her hand, which was gripping Zhao Yuan's, was icy cold. She silently uttered the word "Su Qian".

In fact, Lin Yin wasn't the only one who thought this way; Zhao Yuan thought the same.

After all, in their dream last night, Su Qian, who had become a ghost, came to claim their lives.

And now, with this incident happening while their daughter was receiving the award, they've finally realized that the painting actually belongs to Zhao Lanlan, who is Su Qian's daughter.

Could it be...

Is Su Qian standing up for her daughter?

(End of this chapter)