Qi Gu had been unable to get any information from the Ghost Fetuses. He could only roughly infer that she meant no harm. After all, she could neither speak nor write, and could not even see.
Qi Gu could only ask the next person about his experiences before death.
Liu Yue huddled on her stool, unable to take in anything else being said. As she recalled Qi Gu's deduction, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the Ghost Fetuses crouching in the corner. The little ghost was terribly small and thin, seemingly not even as big as a toy poodle. She huddled motionlessly in the corner, her little blackened face bearing a pair of vacant, blind eyes.
"She didn't mean to hurt you." Qi Gu's words echoed in Liu Yue's ears again.
In other words, this Ghost Fetuses had not taken payment without doing the work as she had imagined, but had done the work without taking payment... Liu Yue instantly felt like a vicious capitalist who deserved to be strung up from a lamppost.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Liu Yue finally made up her mind. She walked over to the Ghost Fetuses and scooped the tiny girl into her arms. The fresh citrus scent from the beginning was no longer in her embrace, only the foul stench of decay.
But the Ghost Fetuses merely froze, struggled in bewilderment a few times, then readily accepted it and stopped moving.
This embrace was cold and rotten, but it was already the best thing she had ever received.
The dark art associated with Xue Yu was the same as Huang Guoliang's: exchanging someone else's lifespan for good fortune. And she had indeed gotten herself a lavishly spending boyfriend from a wealthy family. He spent money on her as though he had