Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 273 - 246: The Woman in the Qipao

In their eyes, Mu Yunchu had only one identity—that of Jiang Ci’s girlfriend.

Apart from that, they had no idea who she was.

So when the director said those words, it was not just confusion on their parts; some even found it laughable.

Mu "Powerless" Yunchu shrugged.

"Let’s go. Let’s find Jiang Ci."

She said these words to Ye Zhixia.

Because there was no point in staying here any longer.

She could feel that the director wasn’t lying when he said those words.

Yet she didn’t believe all this was the doing of ghosts here.

The most obvious thing was that when they went to save the person allegedly dragged away by the water ghost, Mu Yunchu didn’t feel a particularly strong presence of yin energy.

The same situation applied when they passed by the stage earlier.

At first, she thought the root of the problem lay with the director, but it appeared not.

They had lingered here long enough, and it was about time to find Jiang Ci.

At the mention of looking for Jiang Ci, the female entertainer suddenly became proactive. But she didn’t understand how it inexplicably became Mu Yunchu leading, so she wasn’t quite happy about it.

"Why are you the leader?"

Qu Siya muttered.

It was as if everyone had to listen to her.

This feeling was very unpleasant.

Qu Siya was someone blunt, always speaking her mind, not caring if others would be happy to hear it.

Mu Yunchu certainly wasn’t going to bother arguing about it with her.

But Ye Zhixia beside her was different.

He retorted unceremoniously, "Then you lead."

"You go in front."

That sentence immediately rendered Qu Siya speechless.

She glanced nervously ahead, feeling as though something might pop out of the darkness at any moment.

Being asked to walk at the front under these circumstances felt tantamount to a death sentence.

She pouted but ultimately said nothing more.

The others had the same idea but didn’t want to take the lead, so they just followed along.

Gradually, they noticed that Mu Yunchu wasn’t wandering aimlessly.

In fact, she didn’t linger near some of the houses.

Several times they couldn’t stand it and stopped to ask if they should go in and take a look.

The answers were all negative.

After a while, even Qu Siya doubted whether Mu Yunchu was actually searching for someone.

"Are you really trying to find someone, or just looking for a way out?"

"We’ve passed so many houses, aren’t you afraid Jiang Ci might be in one of them?"

"I’m not going any further. If you don’t explain clearly now, I’m not moving another step."

Ye Zhixia intended to say: Go if you want, stay if you wish.

But Mu Yunchu stopped him.

"Didn’t you say he was in the house with the well?"

Qu Siya was stunned.

Nervousness crept over her face.

She had just mentioned it casually.

Seeing Mu Yunchu turn and leave, she didn’t have time to call her back.

If they got there and found no one, wouldn’t she be embarrassed?

But she gradually became speechless, fully immersed in this town, as if she had truly turned into a participant in an escape room challenge.

The night lay over them like a massive, cold black silk, heavily draping the surroundings.

Whether by coincidence or the director’s pre-arrangement, there was only faint light around. Rather than providing any sense of courage, it made the surroundings even more eerie, appearing like ghostly flames floating mid-air.

The town’s streets were paved with cobblestones, each step resonating loudly in the silent night as shoes clashed against stone.

The houses lining the streets had weathered the passage of time and showed signs of decay, their vermilion doors faded and peeling under the assault of wind and rain, with bronze rings emitting a ghostly chill.

The places they had walked through in daylight now appeared horrifyingly sinister.

Led by Mu Yunchu, the group moved cautiously among these houses.

Everyone’s demeanor was tense, eyes filled with unease and fear. Some held their companions’ arms tightly, fingertips turning white from the pressure; others looked around continuously, frightened by even the slightest whisper of wind.

As time passed, Mu Yunchu’s expression grew increasingly grim, always on alert for the slightest motion around them.

After passing several houses, they finally arrived in front of the last one.

Mu Yunchu suddenly halted, standing there without moving.

She slightly furrowed her brow, her eyes reflecting a mix of puzzlement and vigilance.

The rest of them felt as if the air around them suddenly solidified, a vague sense of oppression washing over them.

Even Qu Siya swallowed hard, her voice involuntarily trembling, "Wh-what’s wrong?"

"Did you see something?"

Mu Yunchu did not answer, but pondered silently.

From the moment she entered this town, she had been attentive to the surrounding aura. Though she felt faint traces of yin energy before, they were minimal.

Yet now, standing in front of this last house, she distinctly sensed an overwhelming and eerie force, like a surging undercurrent rushing within the house, sending shivers down her spine.

Considering the people behind her, she chose not to enter immediately. Instead, her hands quickly performed gestures in front of her chest.

A moment later, she opened her eyes and said gravely, "You better keep your distance; I might not be able to look out for you all."

The others: ?

With that, she didn’t wait for their reactions. She stepped forward and grasped the firmly shut door handle.

The handle felt cold to the touch, as if it connected to another world.

She gave it a firm push.

With a piercing screech, the door slowly opened, releasing a very fragrant scent that made everyone instinctively lean forward to see what lay inside.

Inside was a dim courtyard, overgrown with weeds, and the stone path was covered in slippery moss. In the center of the courtyard stood an ancient well.

By moonlight, the well’s shadow stretched long on the ground.

But their gaze barely took in the scene when a cold wind swept by, causing them to look up instinctively. Through the window on the second floor of the house, they saw a woman in a cheongsam, partially hidden.

The cheongsam was a distinctly vintage indigo color, strikingly conspicuous in the gloomy environment, as if out of place.

Every movement of her hand exuded an indescribable elegance. They could vaguely see her paper-white skin and a pair of eyes emitting a dark glow. Her body hovered in mid-air, the hem of the cheongsam gently swaying with the eerie wind.

Everyone was unconsciously drawn, unable to look away.

"So beautiful,"

Qu Siya sighed in genuine admiration, her eyes filled with fascination.

For a moment, they forgot their true purpose for coming here.