Chapter 61: Chapter 60: Who Invited the Ghost?
Just as Wu Liang was about to end the dream and go check on the situation at Li Xiyue’s next door.
The dream changed again—
"She hopes you’d die! No matter how, as long as it’s an accident... dying by beheading is your final destiny..."
The red-dressed ghost sneaked her head out from the wall again, speaking in a devil-like whisper.
This time it wasn’t Wu Liang in disguise; it was a real incident that Chen Lili dreamt about.
"So, if you want to survive, you must strike first! Kill her in advance, and her wish will not come true. What are you waiting for..."
"Go on... kill Li Xiyue!"
The red-dressed ghost screamed hysterically, as if branding this belief deeply into Chen Lili’s heart, urging her to kill Li Xiyue.
Whoosh—
As soon as the words fell, a gloomy wind howled.
The female ghost vanished once again.
Upon hearing all this, Chen Lili’s grip on the fruit knife tightened involuntarily, her fingernails even breaking through the skin, leaving spots of blood.
She started to waver.
Could it be that killing Li Xiyue would really solve everything?
As long as Li Xiyue dies, Zhang Hang will return to her side, the red-dressed ghost will vanish, and life will return to normal!
Snap—
A crisp snapping sound came from the void, startling Chen Lili from the bed, even causing her to hurl the fruit knife away.
"Hiss... Why am I sleeping here?" She felt a slight pain in her temple, as if she had bumped her head on the bed edge while falling asleep.
Meanwhile, Wu Liang, wrapped in mist nearby, also let out a sigh of relief.
Glad he woke her up in time!
In the last phase of the dream, the thought of killing Li Xiyue was almost instilled deep into her subconscious by the words of the red-dressed ghost!
Nightmare’s specialty is altering a person’s subconscious within dreams, and for this reason, Wu Liang is even more aware of this ability’s terror.
Because this isn’t like an ordinary supernatural incident.
The consequence, in this case, would be not a ghost killing people, but people killing people.
And if not carefully examined, there would be no signs of any supernatural involvement!
Hidden and sinister!
"What a malicious Monkey Claw, guiding its users to have twisted thoughts to harm others!"
Nightmare dared not utter a word upon hearing Wu Liang’s thoughts because it used to enjoy doing such things.
"Let’s go check next door!"
Now, it seems that these strange issues like gas leaks and the red-dressed ghost’s omen are all originating from Li Xiyue next door.
But earlier, she asked him to save her?
So what danger does Li Xiyue face?
Thinking of this, Wu Liang tossed a Puppet Ghost from the Ghost Compendium into a drawer.
He instructed it to keep an eye on Chen Lili, preventing any inexplicable accidental death or a scenario where she took up the knife and harmed others!
Although the first wish started with Chen Lili, at this stage, the Monkey Claw is no longer with her, and nothing useful can be gathered from her.
Thus, Wu Liang decided to leave the room.
Then he let the Mist Ghost open the door from inside and entered Li Xiyue’s house the same way.
As soon as he entered, he was shocked—
The view filled with mosaics, various indecent items scattered around casually.
The air was thick with an unsettling smell, similar to that produced after intense exercise.
"If I hadn’t known beforehand that there was something wrong here, to be honest, I would’ve suspected an Enchanting Demon lived here," Wu Liang said, somewhat shocked.
How could the house be in such a state, wasn’t Li Xiyue afraid of guests visiting?
Or did her husband not care?
The affluent circle is indeed chaotic!
"Spare me... I can’t take it anymore..."
The voice came from inside the room, sounding somewhat familiar, as if it was Li Xiyue, who had asked for help earlier!
Wu Liang stood in the living room, lost in thought.
As a normal adult male, it’s not unusual for him to watch some entertaining and healthful movies.
But was it somewhat impolite to act as a live spectator?
"Wait a minute! That’s not right! Wasn’t Zhang Hang gone?" Engrossed in hesitation, Wu Liang suddenly remembered that the Mist Ghost just told him about a man leaving the other house.
By now, Zhang Hang might have left the neighborhood, right?
Then who is Li Xiyue talking to?!
Realizing the issue, Wu Liang rushed directly into the bedroom without any hesitation.
Upon entry, he saw Li Xiyue alone on the bed, mumbling incoherently, her eyes bewildered as she twisted her body, messing up the bedding.
As if lying beside an invisible person, she was still immersed in their entanglement.
"No supernatural phenomenon?"
Wu Liang frowned, flipping through the Ghost Compendium, but it still showed no Fierce Ghost information.
This proved she was imagining and seeing fictional things, just like Chen Lili.
This Monkey Claw is troublesome!
"Huh? Wait a minute, what’s this?"
Then Wu Liang suddenly discovered a similar altar in the bedroom, complete with incense and candles, almost indistinguishable from the one in Chen Lili’s house.
But this time, an item was placed on the tray—
An antique-looking crock!
Recalling how Li Xiyue mentioned "bowl" and "crock" when she lost consciousness outside the neighborhood, is this the so-called container?
Wu Liang glanced at the bed where Li Xiyue lay writhing seductively and ignored her, moving to the altar to inspect the crock.
The jar itself wasn’t special, akin to those used in rural areas for stewing or pickling, even with a slightly coarse texture to the touch.
But the jar contained a bizarre thing—a hand!
Wu Liang’s pupils contracted instantly.
This wasn’t a Monkey Claw; it was a human hand!
A complete human hand had been severed and placed in the crock, immersed in an unknown liquid as if some concoction was being brewed.
"Thick fingers, prominent knuckles, as coarse as cracked snakeskin; this is a man’s hand!"
The only man appearing here was Zhang Hang. From being resurrected by Chen Lili, becoming Li Xiyue’s husband, turning from impotent to a Lao Ai, and arousing Li Xiyue’s suspicions to seek help.
His presence ran through the entire incident!
If this really is his hand, has it been replaced by the Monkey Claw over his own now?
A towering, robust man extending a dry, shriveled Monkey Claw instead of a hand; just how eerie could such a scene be!
And most crucially, from the group photo at Chen Lili’s house, it appears the first to encounter the Monkey Claw was Zhang Hang.
Even on his deathbed, he requested his wife to bury the Monkey Claw with him.
For what purpose?
Or perhaps... did Zhang Hang always know how to use the Monkey Claw from the start?
If so, the order of the wishes might be wrong.
Was Chen Lili not the first user?