This woman should have died long ago, but arrangements made by her family had kept her going until now, when she finally began to feel unwell.
But without this sweet fried banana, she likely would not have survived the night. Fortunately, she had chosen to trust her instincts.
She had won herself a chance to live.
Wu Heng was not acting out of overflowing goodwill, helping everyone he saw. He merely wanted to test something.
The evil-repelling power contained within the banana could not destroy the vicious ghost following the woman, but it could ensure that she remained unharmed.
She herself would notice something was wrong and seek treatment everywhere.
Amid Hendra's exaggerated cries of jealousy, Wu Heng lifted the final batch of fried bananas from the oil.
At that moment, a tall, skinny girl walked over. Her shoulders curved slightly inward, her black hair fell to her shoulders, and its dry ends were split.
She instinctively glanced at Wu Heng's movements, then caught sight of the cloyingly fragrant bananas.
Her dark brown eyes fixed on them, widening slightly as the puffiness and dark circles caused by insomnia were squeezed away.
Her throat bobbed.
Judging by her faded denim jacket and wrinkled men's shirt underneath, she was clearly not well-off.
She stopped, rummaged through her pocket with her left hand, then withdrew it empty-handed.
Three parallel scratches marked her left wrist, as though someone had once clawed at it.
Seeing her turn to leave, Wu Heng called out, "Want some fried bananas? This is the last portion."
"Ah?!"
Startled by the sudden greeting, panic flashed across the girl's face. She first swallowed the saliva caught in her throat, then waved her hand and said, "No, thank you!"
With that, she turned to leave.
Seeing this, Hendra instinctively pursed his lips