"Ahhh! You, who are you? Go away, go away!"
Lu Qian closed her eyes, repeatedly slapping her own shoulders and back, trying to push the girl away.
She didn’t see that her hands were passing right through the girl.
But, the girl seemed equally frightened, after a moment of shock, she scrambled off Lu Qian’s back in a clumsy panic, curling up on the side, looking at Lu Qian with a mix of grievance and fear.
To those unaware, she might have been the one scared by the ghost.
Xia Xin stared at this scene, mouth slightly open, utterly shocked.
Jiangli tilted his chin at the girl and asked, "Who are you, what’s your name?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Qian’s eyelashes trembled violently a few times, she nervously opened her eyes to see what the girl looked like.
She wasn’t a terrifying-looking female ghost.
Instead, she was quite clean and pretty, wearing a flashy designer outfit adorned with several pieces of jewelry.
Judging from her appearance, she seemed to come from a well-off family.
Lu Qian, who also loved beauty and had quite a keen eye for makeup and clothing, instantly recognized that the girl’s outfit must be worth at least a hundred thousand.
From her appearance, could this be her burial clothes?
So even as a ghost, she could still wear them?
As Lu Qian was observing her,
the girl flinched under Lu Qian’s gaze, nervously glancing at Jiangli.
Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "I asked you a question, do you need me to ask again?"
The girl, seemingly afraid of Jiangli, moved back a bit, after a while, she said in a very small voice, "My name is Ren Qianxi..."
Jiangli listened to her mosquito-like voice and clicked his tongue, "Louder, I couldn’t hear you."
The girl shivered, her voice trembling, "Ren Qianxi..."
Her voice was slightly louder.
But why did she look on the verge of tears?
Jiangli asked impatiently, "Why are you clinging to Lu Qian, any reason?"
Ren Qianxi stole a glance at Lu Qian, then quickly lowered her head, "I, I want to go home..."
Jiangli scrutinized her, "With all this resentment on you, is going home really all you want?"
Xia Xin also noticed that Ren Qianxi had a red glow around her.
For the living, red represents good fortune.
A ghost with a red aura typically indicates heavy resentment and malice.
Ren Qianxi looked timid, but the resentment on her was undeniable.
Upon hearing Jiangli’s words, she hugged herself tighter, remaining silent.
Jiangli impatiently supported his head with one hand, "Ren Qianxi, since you haven’t harmed Lu Qian, I can tell you’re not a violent spirit. That’s why I’m speaking to you kindly. If you don’t answer, with a wave of my hand, the heavenly qi from the Taoist Temple will destroy you. At that point, no matter how resentful you are, you won’t be able to do anything about it. Got it?"
Ren Qianxi shivered, seemingly frightened, she bit her finger, after a while, she said in a small voice, "I, I just want her to help me get revenge and stop my parents from being deceived!"
Lu Qian was shocked, "Deceived? Who, who are your parents, and how can I help you get revenge?"
Ren Qianxi lowered her head, the resentment around her growing inexplicably, "He is my husband — no, he is a bastard!"
Lu Qian looked completely confused, instinctively glancing at Jiangli and Xia Xin.
Xia Xin was also baffled.
Jiangli, propping up his chin, asked, "Did your husband kill you?"
Ren Qianxi’s eyes turned red, "Yes... Zhan Shuyi is a complete bastard! He knew about my asthma, deliberately put pollen I’m allergic to in my inhaler, causing me to have an accident... I died feeling wronged, I want revenge, and I can’t let him deceive my parents!"