Chapter 30 Part 1
“You never used to play with your phone when we were on dates. As expected, once you get what you want, you don’t cherish it anymore,” Zhao Li said, her voice a mixture of coquettishness and ghostly chill, as she held the steering wheel.
Guo Jiang chuckled dryly, looking at the 5 p.m. displayed on his phone screen. He was certain he had encountered a ghost, or perhaps both he and his girlfriend had.
The time on his phone was moving incredibly slowly. If normal time was sixty seconds per minute, then a minute on his phone felt like six hundred, or even six thousand seconds!
Guo Jiang panicked, wiping his sweaty palms on his damp shirt, and stammered, “Downloading a beauty camera app, I’ll, I’ll take some photos for you later.”
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed his girlfriend’s grip on the steering wheel wasn’t right. Normal people gripped it, she was cupping it.
He rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, his blood ran cold. She wasn’t holding a steering wheel, but a decaying skull!
Guo Jiang’s nose tingled, and he suppressed the urge to slap himself.
Wu Heng had become incredibly popular online in just half a month, gaining five million followers. He must have some real skills. The shaman doctor had clearly told him during the checkup that his girlfriend wasn’t human, but he had been blinded by lust. He wondered if Doctor Wu would forgive his careless words.
His phone suddenly vibrated. Guo Jiang saw a message in the group chat.
[Fan Tutu: @Help, Heng Heng said get out of the car and jump into any well you see.]
[Fan Tutu: Can you receive messages?]
Fan Tutu was incredibly busy. The fan groups she created weren’t officially endorsed by Wu Heng, but who knew something like this would happen on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival?
So, as soon as Wu Heng’s live stream ended, countless netizens flooded the fan groups, wanting to join the fun.
Fan Tutu, with a wave of her hand, upgraded all the groups to VIP, increasing the maximum member capacity to two thousand, and conveniently made He Yunxiao a group administrator.
He Yunxiao was going crazy. He was Doctor Wu Heng’s administrator, not Fan Tu’s! He had been demoted for no reason!
He was filled with “holy crap.” Holy crap, those bastards Li Hao and his gang, and holy crap, Fan Tu stealing his job. Why were both men and women vying for the position of Wu Heng’s number one fan?
He Yunxiao was still standing by the well, staring at the suffering Li Hao, Wang Dong, and their colorful-haired friends in disbelief. “You… you knew all along?”
Damn it!
He Yunxiao finally understood why those bastards Li Hao and his gang had inexplicably dug a well at their house, knowing that well water was Yin and easily attracted unclean things.
So, so they had known that Wu Heng could jump into wells? And shamelessly wanted to record it and send it to him to humiliate him constantly?
He Yunxiao finally understood why Wu Heng was in Beijing ten minutes ago and then suddenly in Nan Nuo village, over three thousand kilometers away! He used the wells!
Wells… he remembered the Shi family also had a well.
He Yunxiao abruptly turned to look at Shi Xuan, his eyes filled with suspicion.
He had actually overlooked someone. Besides those bastards Li Hao and his gang, and Fan Tu and Fan Xuan, there was also the quiet Shi Xuan trying to steal his position.
Shameless! They were all shameless!
Shi Xuan took a sip of the sweet tea Wu Heng had left on the table and said calmly, “I’m different from you guys.”
He and Wu Heng were friends.
Not lackeys.
He Yunxiao’s heart broke.
Guo Jiang’s VIP Fan Group 5 was flooded with onlookers in just a minute.
[Poke Me With Needles, Wu Heng: Shouldn’t there be no signal at a time like this, based on the metaphysics novels I’ve read?]
[Sanshui Zhenren: Times are changing, even the underworld has internet access now. He’s probably using the underworld network.]
[Heng Heng’s Wife: Holy crap, even Sanshui Zhenren joined the group. In that case, @Help, find a chance to get out of the car.]
Guo Jiang finally noticed his phone’s signal bar. His main SIM card had no signal, but his second SIM card had 5G.
But he only had one SIM card!!
So what network was providing the 5G signal on his second SIM card? It sent chills down his spine.
Guo Jiang looked out the car window at the bright, sunny street, the wide road with five lanes, yet there were no cars or pedestrians.
Where would there be a well in the middle of the city?!
Guo Jiang’s mind was a mess, then he saw a message from an administrator tagging him.
[Fan Xuan: @Help, are there any pharmacies nearby? The prescription Doctor Wu Heng gave my sister specifically mentioned ginger slices, they might have a warding effect.]
As soon as Fan Xuan mentioned this, the other netizens, their curiosity piqued, all wanted Wu Heng’s only known prescription, but the Fan family hadn’t revealed any details, their secrecy measures were top-notch.
Guo Jiang clutched his phone, looking at Xiao Li, and stammered, “Li Li, I scraped my hand earlier, can I get out of the car and buy a band-aid?”
His girlfriend abruptly turned her head, her skull and shoulders connected at an unnatural angle, and stared at him coldly. “No.”
Guo Jiang’s heart sank, a sense of unease washing over him. He looked away from Xiao Li, gazing out the window at the scorching sun, which seemed to beckon him.
The car was cold and stuffy. Guo Jiang reached out to open the window, but the glass was stuck firmly in the frame, as if nailed shut.
His girlfriend, her foot on the accelerator, didn’t look at the road, her gaze fixed on him. “No opening windows.”
Guo Jiang’s anxiety and frustration turned to anger. “Zhao Li, do you really want to register our marriage? I can’t even open a window? Am I marrying you to be your dog?!”
Although he used to enjoy the idea of being his wife’s “dog” (internet slang for being subservient).
Xiao Li remained silent, then opened a small crack in Guo Jiang’s window.
A chilling wind blew in from the hot summer day outside.
Guo Jiang suddenly narrowed his eyes, vaguely seeing a traditional Chinese medicine clinic ahead, with a signboard that read “Chengde Medical Clinic.”
A spark of hope ignited within him, a single thought consuming his mind – he had to get out of the car!
Guo Jiang looked around the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed the safety hammer, and smashed the car window. The glass shattered, and a chilling wind rushed in, turning his perfectly styled hair into a mop.
The car door still wouldn’t open, but Guo Jiang, being a fitness trainer, was quick. He squeezed himself through the broken window, ignoring the shards of glass piercing his muscular arms.
Enduring the pain, Guo Jiang clutched his phone and ran towards Chengde Medical Clinic.
But upon entering the clinic, he didn’t see the Wu Heng he was hoping for. He thought it was impossible anyway, he had heard that Doctor Wu Heng lived in a small village in the southwest, it couldn’t be here, probably just a clinic with the same name.
Guo Jiang said urgently to the clinic apprentice, “Ginger slices, I need ginger slices, give me as much as you have.”
The pale-faced apprentice stared at him for two seconds, retrieved some ginger slices from the pharmacy, and pointed at the QR code on the counter. “Ten yuan.”
Guo Jiang quickly paid, stuffed the ginger slices into his mouth, swallowing what he could, holding the rest in his mouth, afraid to spit them out, and clutching another slice tightly in his hand.
The pungent spiciness of the ginger exploded in his mouth. Guo Jiang, used to a bland diet, started coughing uncontrollably, his eyes watering.
Ginger wards off evil, dispelling filth and connecting with the divine.
Perhaps it was really the ginger’s effect. As Guo Jiang stepped out of Chengde Medical Clinic, the scene outside completely changed.
Night had fallen.
The scorching sun had transformed into a full moon, casting a cold, chilling light, and his girlfriend’s black car had vanished.
Guo Jiang immediately checked the fan group, Group 5 was already flooded with messages.
He could still receive messages.
[Wu Heng, Poke Me: @Help, buddy, are you okay? We called the police, but they don’t know where you are.]
[Wu Heng’s Number One: @Help, you haven’t spoken for so long, have you been… kacha? I say you’re worse off than that girl Wang Qiang’s ghost parents… at least they just gave her an extra… thing, not taking her life.]
[Doctor Wu’s Forced Love: Wu Heng ended his live stream five minutes ago, hasn’t he rescued that unlucky guy yet? Worried.]
…
Although there were many onlookers, many were also genuinely concerned for his safety.
Guo Jiang, clutching the ginger slices, quickly typed a reply.
[Help: @Everyone, thanks to @Fan Xuan for reminding me about the ginger in Doctor Wu’s prescription, I’m safe for now.]
The netizens, seeing that Guo Jiang could still reply, became even more excited.
Some suspected it was a staged drama, some asked Guo Jiang to take photos of the ghost, some asked if Wu Heng had contacted him privately, all sorts of questions.
Guo Jiang was anxious and ignored the ridiculous questions, quickly typing, wanting to ask what he should do next.
Just as he typed one character, a cold hand reached from behind, over his shoulder and chest, and covered his phone.
The bloodless white hand made the bright red nail polish even more striking, the touch ice-cold.
Guo Jiang screamed, dropping the ginger and his phone, scrambling away on all fours.
The fan group continued tagging Guo Jiang, dozens of replies appearing every second.
Many people weren’t afraid to watch the drama unfold, even on the Ghost Festival.
Then, someone saw another message from the same account.
A red packet, with the words “Wedding Gift” on it.
Instantly, the group chat fell silent.
However, some netizens, seeing a red packet, instinctively clicked on it and received 4.44 yuan.
Seeing that everyone received 4.44 yuan, and the total number of red packets was 444, their hearts sank.
Guo Jiang was desperately crying for help, how could he be sending wedding gifts now?
So, who sent this red packet?
Chilling.
Fan Group 5 became deathly quiet, no one dared to speak, even the administrators like Fan Tu and He Yunxiao remained silent, not daring to reply or kick anyone out.
The other groups, however, became lively.
[Where’s Heng Heng: Wuwuwuwu, my hand slipped, I saw a red packet in Group 5 and instinctively clicked it. Oh my god, I got 4.44 yuan, but it’s not in my wallet.]
[Heng Bao’s Beloved: @Everyone, don’t click on that wedding gift red packet in Group 5!!]
[Doctor Wu, Poke Me: Asking timidly, what will happen to those who clicked on the wedding red packet? Will they also…]
[Also Want Snake Fetuses: Sorry, I’m really scared, I’m going to sleep now, good luck to that brother, I’m out.]
Many netizens in the group chat were terrified by the wedding red packet, some even too scared to go to the toilet.
