My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Behind the seemingly monstrous tale of the "inverted ghost" lies a truly malevolent being capable of unleashing a domain of supernatural power.

This was beyond Li Ziqing's expectations.

Her blood lake churned beneath her feet, and the black earth that seeped from the red handkerchief firmly settled opposite her. White paper money covered the ground, and the white paper flowers on the lintel of the red-walled courtyard gently spun around in the windless, eerie realm.

The two eerie realms formed a balance along a line, with blood and black soil vying for dominance, creating a thin layer of blood mist at their boundary.

Standing beside Li Ziqing, Zhang Ying quietly focused his eerie eyes on the blood-red sedan chair.

In his gray-white vision, the dark gold runes on the sedan curtain suddenly lit up, and the entire sedan chair turned into an opaque black blob in his eyes, from which no information could be scanned.

The fallen ghost crawled forward on all fours on the black soil, its piercing wound on its shoulder blade still oozing dark blue fluid, leaving a crooked, wet trail in the black mud.

It crawled to the front of the sedan chair, but its path was blocked by the paper figure's feet. All it could do was shout through its drooping mouth at the curtain, "Take me out! Take me out now! That woman is going to swallow me!"

The sedan curtain remained completely still.

The voice coming from behind the curtain was exactly the same as the one behind the ghost just now, only with a hint of undisguised impatience: "You still have the nerve to shout. The Empress took pity on you and let you out, and you've already offended a calamity-level enemy? If it weren't for the curse sewn into your belly, I would have thrown you into a pile of paper figures as fertilizer right now."

Daodaogui immediately shut his mouth, snapped his jaw back together, and even suppressed his breathing.

Zhang Ying, who had overheard the entire conversation, immediately frowned.

Your Majesty? Who is this Your Majesty?

The sedan curtain moved slightly. The ghost inside the sedan extended a finger and pried open a thread through the curtain's seam.

The hand was not visible; only the sedan curtain bulged outwards briefly before falling back down.

When the voice from inside the sedan chair spoke again, its tone suddenly changed. It was no longer the sharp, disdainful tone it had used when cursing the ghost, but a slow, deliberate one: "Young lady over there, your ghostly domain is quite impressive, and the area is rather large. May I ask your name?"

Li Ziqing did not answer.

She stood in the middle of the blood lake, her skirt motionless on the water.

The voice from inside the sedan chair didn't wait for her reply, continuing on its own: "It's alright if you don't speak. There's no deep-seated hatred between us. Today's incident was caused by my foolish subordinate's own indiscretion, which led him to mess with you. I'll take him back, and Her Majesty will handle it. As for you—" The dark gold runes on the sedan chair curtain glowed again.

Zhang Ying felt the gaze emanating from the sedan chair linger on him for an extremely brief moment, like being swept from his forehead to his chin by a cheetah. "The human next to you is quite interesting."

The moment those words landed, before Zhang Ying could react, Li Ziqing had already taken a step forward.

Her bare feet stepped onto the blood-soaked surface, and ripples spread outward from the entire lake of blood with each step she took.

She stood in front of Zhang Ying, her right hand outstretched, blood gushing upwards, forming a dozen or so suspended blood spikes around her forearm, each tip aimed at the sedan curtain.

"Say what you just said again," she said through gritted teeth.

A soft "Eh?" came from inside the sedan chair. "That word upset you? Is it interesting? Or is it human?" Her tone sounded so sincere that it was hard to tell if it was feigned or genuine.

"I'm telling the truth. This human next to you is quite interesting. In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a monster detach itself from its body and give it to a human. You know what that arm means to you, right? Even if you give it to him, he might not be able to use your full strength, but your monster domain will be reduced by at least 30%."

She transformed the genuine laughter in her voice into a chilling question: "Who is he to you?"

Li Ziqing's response was that the blood lake suddenly surged upwards by half a foot.

The entire lake of blood seemed to be ignited by her rage. The blood water transformed from a calm mirror into a sea under a raging storm. Blood waves crashed outwards from her feet, forcing the boundary of the black earth around the sedan chair back several meters.

The white paper money at the feet of the paper figures was soaked in blood, and the edges were curled up with scorch marks. The six paper figures moved back half a step at the same time.

She didn't answer a single word of the question from inside the sedan chair, but her lake of blood had already delivered her answer right in front of the other party.

Don't touch him!

The voice inside the sedan chair chuckled: "Little sister, you've got the upper hand today. I'm not going to waste time with you here; the Empress is waiting for me to get back and report. But that human beside you, I'm really quite concerned about."

She paused, considered for a moment, and then said, "Next time we meet, we must get to know each other properly."

The surrounding black, yin energy began to recede.

The overwhelming yin energy was drawn away from the boundary with the blood lake, strand by strand, and returned to the handkerchief embroidered with dark gold runes.

The entire red-walled compound was gradually swallowed up by the increasingly thick black fog.

The body of the inverted ghost also began to turn into mist, and its dark blue outline quickly dissipated in the yin energy.

The eerie realm fell silent.

The black earth opposite had disappeared, leaving only the red handkerchief floating alone above the blood lake, its edge still dripping with the last wisps of lingering black yin energy.

Zhang Ying stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the red handkerchief from the blood lake.

The handkerchief was cool to the touch, its silk surface smooth as if it had just been ironed, and the dark gold runes embroidered on the four corners were slightly warm when his fingers approached, but immediately cooled down afterward.

He pinched the edge of the handkerchief with his fingers, unfolded it, and looked at it.

There was nothing on the red background; no name was embroidered, no mark was embroidered, only a very deep and fine crease pressed in the very center, as if it had been folded and stuffed somewhere for a long time.

A red handkerchief was enough to ward off Li Ziqing's treacherous domain.

This forced Zhang Ying to take it seriously.

He folded the red handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket, his fingers clenching and unclenching inside.

The matter of the spiritual exchange meeting is not over yet, and now we have attracted the attention of a calamity-level or even higher evil spirit.

There are just more and more troubles coming my way.

Just as Zhang Ying was secretly grieving.

A fair hand reached out from his side and pulled the red handkerchief out of his pocket.

Zhang Ying turned his head and saw Li Ziqing, who had transformed into a human, holding the red handkerchief in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, blood gushed from her fingertips, wrapping the entire handkerchief into a dark red blood ball.

The blood sphere tightened in her palm, and the silk made a slight tearing sound under the pressure of the blood. First, the edges were torn apart, then the four corners embroidered with dark gold runes were torn into pieces, and finally the whole red handkerchief exploded into a cloud of black mist with a snap. The black mist was then swallowed by the blood sphere and disappeared completely.

She rubbed her empty palm on the hem of her skirt twice, as if wiping away something unclean.

The brim of her beret was pulled down too low, obscuring her eyes, but her cheeks were slightly puffed out, her lips were pressed into a line, and her breathing was a little heavier than usual.

Zhang Ying looked at her profile, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He knew she was angry.

She wasn't angry at him; she was angry at the voice.

He took his hand out of his pocket, stood next to her, and remained silent for several seconds.

Li Ziqing was furious that the monster dared to lay a hand on her lover.

If you want comfort, it's easy; just express your unwavering devotion to Li Ziqing.

But he just couldn't do it.

With the simulator around, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't have a second lover in the future. If he said he was devoted to Li Ziqing now, then when a second lover appeared, it would only hurt Li Ziqing.

He wanted to say something.

But after a moment's thought, he realized that every word he could say had its hidden dangers.

The enemy we are facing now is not Li Ziqing.

He couldn't bring himself to tell her with a straight face, "So what if I'm a womanizer?" He could only stand next to her, put his hands in his pockets, and speak in a calm tone that bordered on feigned ignorance.

"Senior, put away the Ghost Domain." He paused. "I want to go check on the mother and her two children in the bathroom. They haven't made a sound for so long, I'm worried."

Li Ziqing remained silent.

The blood lake began to reclamate.

The blood receded from the walls of the corridor, flowing back into her right fingertips without leaving a single drop outside.

They returned to room 403.