Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

"Then when I filled out my college application, I just wanted to go far away from home. But when I received my acceptance letter, I found out that she had secretly changed my application to a university in our city, which wasn't as good as the one I had applied to!"

As they talked, the paper figure possessed by Zhou Xingwang got soaked with tears, so Xia Wange had no choice but to give him a different one.

"When I went to university, the school didn't allow students to commute to school during my freshman year. She needed me to call her every day. If I missed the call while I was taking a shower, she would appear at my dorm door the next moment. If I didn't answer the phone during class, she would ask for my class schedule that very night. Whenever I didn't have class, she would contact me, ask what I was doing, remind me to study hard, and tell me to report my progress to her."

"A girl in my class confessed to me. I was walking with her on the playground and didn't reply to her message in time. She grabbed my phone and went through my chat history. Just then, that girl sent me a message, and she went crazy, cursing me for sending messages to that girl. In the end, I was ostracized, and she was satisfied. She told me that I wasn't allowed to date in college."

"After I graduated in a daze, she said she would arrange blind dates for me, so I could get married and have children right away."

At first, Xia Wange could still complain a bit and tell him to stop crying, otherwise she would have to make paper dolls out of tissues for him to possess. But as she listened, Xia Wange just told him to cry as much as he wanted, there were plenty of tissues.

This young man has had it so tough. He's been driven to this point, and all he can do is cry to vent. If he were someone else, he would be filled with such resentment that he would turn into a vengeful ghost.

"I couldn't take it anymore. I had severe depression. When the test results came out, my mother said I was faking it. She said I was perfectly fine and that I was just lying to her because I didn't want to go on blind dates. She said I was her child, and every piece of flesh on my body belonged to her. She said that even if I really died, she could do whatever she wanted with my body."

"Finally, one day, I ran away and found a suicide hotspot. It was an extremely high cliff with a rushing waterfall below. I jumped off the waterfall, and my body was instantly torn to pieces. At that moment, I really felt that I had been completely freed, and I had never felt so relaxed."

"But I never expected that my mother would take all the 'broken pieces' of the floating corpses from those days, regardless of whether they were mine or not, back to cremate them. Then she took the jar home, and tried to use my birth date and time and the birth date and time of the girl she bought to make a ritual. In the end, she actually managed to find a piece of my corpse, and then I was forced into a ghost marriage."

Silence, a long, long silence.

Zhou Xingwang's experience completely dispelled the other two people's idea of ​​persuading him to think more positively.

How can I persuade them? How can I possibly persuade them?

After hearing about the other person's experience, Cao Niannian felt that she wasn't so miserable after all.

After all, her parents only wanted her to die, but Zhou Xingwang's mother, even in death, would not let him have peace.

Indeed, life is something that needs to be compared.

Xia Wange pursed her lips, gently patted the other person's shoulder, and only said, "I'll help you take out your urn and destroy it later."

"Just destroying it won't do," Zhou Xingwang said. "If it's destroyed and scattered somewhere, my mom might vacuum some up and then keep me trapped so I can't be reincarnated. It would be best if she could flush me down the drain."

Xia Wange had never heard of any ghost making such a request before, which showed how desperately she had been forced into it.

Fearing unforeseen complications, Xia Wange didn't have time to go back and prepare anything. She was just out for a night run, carrying only a few simple items and a purple jade pendant. Even her train ticket was purchased with a temporary ID card.

At first, she thought it was a small matter, but now she has a vague feeling that things are getting a little tricky.

She wouldn't be surprised if a mother with deep-seated obsessions and an extremely strong desire for control did something.

Without further discussion, Xia Wange closed her eyes to rest.

The next day at work, Lu Qiu arrived a little earlier than usual. Before entering the office, he glanced at Xia Wange's workstation several times, pursed his lips, and then went into the office first.

Sitting behind his desk, he fiddled with a small jade cicada in his hand, his thin lips slightly pursed.

He found this yesterday while looking for something. It was carved by him when he was a child and had been with him for more than ten years. Judging from the frequency with which Xia Wange takes the jade from him and puts it away again, the energy on this jade should be enough for her to use for a long time.

At nine o'clock, Lu Qiu went out for a walk and found that Xia Wange hadn't come.

At 9:30, he went out for a walk and found that she hadn't come.

Finally, it was ten o'clock. Lu Qiu couldn't resist any longer. He opened Xia Wange's chat box, pondered for a moment, and then lightly tapped the screen with his fingertip.

I think I've figured out how to spin that palm-spin ball. Would you like to come to my office and take a look?

After waiting for a while, Xia Wange finally replied.

I didn't go to the office today; I was on a business trip.

Lu Qiu feigned composure: [You're on a business trip? No wonder you haven't come in to take over my office.]

After sending the message, Lu Qiu glanced at the content and then asked, seemingly casually, "Is this easy to handle?"

May Xiaxia live to be a hundred: [A little tricky, but manageable.]

Lu Qiu sent a long message, but ultimately deleted it completely, leaving only one sentence: 【Be careful】

May Xiaxia live to be a hundred years old: [Okay]

Looking at her two-word reply, Lu Qiu felt only annoyed and confused.

He wanted to ask her why she didn't invite him this time, and he also wanted to ask if she felt it was inconvenient for her to keep up with him, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

They are currently only in a cooperative relationship, and their cooperative alliance is not that stable. The only time they have truly gone out together to do something was that one time.

But that one time was enough to make him never forget that secret and transcendent feeling.

She always said that she was a chosen one, with extremely good luck, and Lu Qiu couldn't help but worry whether she would be able to handle things smoothly without her luck.

Looking at the jade cicada in his hand, which wasn't particularly exquisite, Lu Qiu held it up to the light, examined it closely, and then held it in his hand.

I hope everything goes well for her.

Xia Wange wasn't talking nonsense; the matter was indeed somewhat tricky.

In order to claim and cremate all the remains and severed limbs that had been floating around since her son's death, and to arrange a ghost marriage for him, Zhou Xingwang's mother sold her house in the city center and moved to a village.

Following Zhou Xingwang's directions, Xia Wange and Cao Niannian arrived at the small courtyard where her mother lived. As soon as they climbed into the backyard, they found themselves unable to move an inch.

The entire backyard was filled with identical urns containing ashes, conservatively estimated to be more than twenty, all tied with red thread and arranged neatly.