Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 158 - 131: The Ghost Trapped in the Well

But his expectations were doomed to shatter.

Not to mention Mu Yunchu, even Zhou Zhicheng’s questions were too much for him to handle.

"Where were you that night? You said you were discussing business, then there should have been someone with you, right."

"And surely you weren’t discussing it on the street; what is the specific name of the place? We will verify with the shop then."

Song Hongyi’s face turned pale, blinking his eyes, unable to speak.

He indeed had an appointment that day.

But the timing was off.

If the police delved into the time he left, they would instantly notice something was amiss.

Earlier, it was because the murder suspect was too obvious, coupled with Song Hongyi being a direct relative, otherwise, the police would have already noticed.

At this time, Mu Yunchu also said, "Do you really think that no surveillance camera on that road ever captured you?"

Her questioning voice was calm, but it made Song Hongyi startle and jump out of his skin in fear.

He couldn’t help but recall whether he revealed any tell-tale signs. He carefully avoided all cameras, so had he really been caught on tape?

At this point, everyone knew what the real truth was. The netizens he deceived would only berate him even more fiercely.

And Mu Yunchu then set her gaze on Duan Jia, who stood beside him.

"If you want to reincarnate, I can help you."

[I am now certain, the host is definitely not talking to us.]

[Does that mean... the ghost of this scumbag’s wife has been following him all along?]

[I just checked the news of the day the incident happened, and guess what I found? Today is actually the seventh day of the deceased!]

Already scared, Song Hongyi’s hair stood on end after reading this comment.

Swallowing hard.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, he could indeed feel a gaze focused intently on his back.

Could it really be that his wife had returned...?

Song Hongyi wasn’t a particularly clever person, the tactics he employed, if Zhou Zhicheng took a closer look, he’d easily spot the flaws.

It’s just that before, they were shrouded in deception.

He could now have someone immediately capture Song Hongyi to prevent his escape.

Song Hongyi sat alone in the room. To complete the act, he specially set up a memorial for his wife within the room, even though the funeral was long over.

This way, whenever he filmed videos or streamed, he could deliberately or inadvertently showcase it to everyone.

Initially, he felt nothing, but after Mu Yunchu’s live broadcast, he felt as if he was in an ice cellar.

Moreover, as everything around quieted down, the panic and fear in his heart grew more pronounced.

Could it be...

He shook his head, once again stifling the thought in his mind.

Impossible!

A master had once told him that his wife’s soul couldn’t possibly come to find him.

After all, with a guilty conscience, it was impossible for Song Hongyi not to feel fear.

So, after the incident, he secretly sought out a famous metaphysical master to ’deal’ with his wife’s ghost.

He didn’t tell the man the real reason, gave him ten thousand yuan, and following his instructions, opened a well, throwing his wife’s and children’s belongings into it.

Once the ritual was completed, the master assured him again and again that his wife’s ghost had been suppressed in the well, impossible to seek revenge on him for all eternity.

So seeing Mu Yunchu’s response, he was so frightened.

Thinking of these, and the master’s confident demeanor, Song Hongyi relaxed slightly, thinking Mu Yunchu was just trying to frighten him, yet something strange happened in the room.

At first, even with the door closed, the candle beside the portrait flickered, as if deliberately showing him there was someone else in the room.

While he was still in shock, the sound of running water suddenly came from the bathroom of the bedroom behind him.

Song Hongyi’s heart skipped a beat.

But he still mustered the courage to walk towards the bathroom.

This house was no different from where they lived before the fire.

The layout and decor were identical.

Because this villa area went through a uniform boutique renovation before sale. After purchasing, owners could modify according to personal preference, but if they didn’t, it wouldn’t impede living.

This house was acquired on the third day after the incident, using public opinion to reprimand the safety hazards of their house, alleging the property management was incompetent, failing to meet the patrol frequency to detect the fire first, to claim compensation from developers.

After all, to them, one property was nothing.

Not even as valuable as a scale on a dragon.

Despite the true and genuine impact, public opinion could make their company’s stock price drop.

He reached the bathroom and turned on the lights, his heart nearly stopping.

The shower above the bathtub had been somehow turned on, water splashing down.

The sound of water he just heard in the living room was exactly from this source.

An image inexplicably appeared in his mind—Duan Jia bathing with their eldest daughter, precisely pre-filling the water like this.

In that instant, Song Hongyi seemed to hear an illusion.

A tender girl’s voice called out beside him: Daddy.

He shook his head vigorously, stepped forward and turned off the shower, yet more anger than fear filled his heart.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost!"

"No matter who you are! I refuse to believe you’re Duan Jia!"

However, just as he finished speaking, Duan Jia’s memorial photograph on the table in the living room suddenly flipped down.

The frame glass shattered into pieces, splitting the smiling face into dozen pieces.

Song Hongyi picked up the photo, suddenly seeing the woman in the photo seemingly wink.

At the same time, a familiar voice rang behind him.

"Song Hongyi, how heartless you are."

"Just for your selfish desires, you took the lives of our mother and daughter."

"That was your own flesh and blood!!!"

Her eyes crimsoned, yelling out her resentment.

Duan Jia knew Mu Yunchu could help her reincarnate, but she would rather her soul scatter than not confront this man face to face.

She couldn’t understand how a man could be so ruthless.

The more love once, the more hatred after discovering the truth.

Song Hongyi trembled, turning around, and after seeing the ghostly figure, his knees buckled, falling backward, his hands clutching the altar, knocking down the items on it, clanging along with his incredulous voice.

"Impossible! How could it be!"

"How can you..."

Only now did he fully realize that the ten thousand yuan and well repairs were in vain.

Seeing the ghost’s body in front of him enveloped by an increasing amount of black energy, the blood-red eyes seeming to want to devour him.

Song Hongyi wanted to flee, but his body wouldn’t budge.

Duan Jia transformed into the condition she was in when she died, her skin charred black, moving toward him slowly.

She wanted to ensure Song Hongyi paid blood for blood in her own way.