Chapter 60
The dark night envelops the streets. The night sky rolls over a layer of gray clouds.
Youyou held Lezi's hand, happily jumping and singing "Guess what I'm thinking of: steamed buns, steamed bread, steamed glutinous rice cakes. If you guess correctly, I'll eat fragrant sesame balls, if not, I'll eat bean paste buns." For some reason, he had been singing this nursery rhyme a lot recently.
It's obvious that Arin taught him this. Yuyu is worried about it.
These days she actually went online to check some information. It's about an ancient witchcraft - raising a ghost child. A ghost child is the soul of a young child who died prematurely. These souls are wandering outside, homeless and pitiful spirits.
The Chinese call it the Wealth Boy, while in Southeast Asia, it is called Kumantong. Raising Kumantong is very common in Southeast Asia, especially in Thailand, where there are many varieties. And those who use Kumantong to change their fate are not few, mainly businessmen, artists and gamblers.
It is said that the greater the resentment, the stronger the ghost's magical power. Therefore, in order to gain more fame and fortune, some people will take risks to adopt this kind of ghost. Raising a ghost child is not difficult, as long as you take care of it with your heart, provide it with food, give it proper care and do many good deeds. In return, the ghost child will help its benefactor fulfill some wishes within its ability.
The problem is that the more powerful a ghost's magical powers are, the harder it is to tame. Therefore, people who adopt vengeful spirits must be psychologically prepared to give up everything. Otherwise, they will invite disaster at any time.
It's likely that Ah Lian is a ghost child raised by Fang Yanmei. This can easily explain why Fang Yanmei was able to rise to fame overnight and become a top star, winning numerous awards and wealth. As for Fang Yanmei's tragic death, it must be because she enraged Ah Lian, rather than simply being a suicide.
Thinking of this, Youyou couldn't help but shudder. If Ahlian were to take on the whole family, it would be a piece of cake. Just like with Xiaopang and Zhang's wife...
"Lei Ah." Yau Yau pulled Lei Ah back, squatted down and seriously told him: "Lei Ah, don't play with Ah Lin from now on. Ah Lin is a bad kid."
Luo Zi didn't respond, he just stared at her back with wide eyes. Youyou heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards her from behind, and then her hair was grabbed by a hand, she immediately cried out in pain. The miserable cry that had just escaped her lips was instantly shattered by a slap on the ear.
"Smelly cunt! Let you scream!"
She silently allowed the hand to pull her hair and drag her into the alley. She knew who those two people were. In the deep and narrow alley, the soft moonlight broke on the wall, darkness submerged everyone's face, only a faint evil smile was tangible, like a sharp weapon, piercing through the solid darkness and echoing.
Another slap landed on her face. She felt a searing pain, but still didn't make a sound.
"Stinky bitch! Aren't you a good girl? This is what happens when you steal someone's man!"
It was unmistakably Du Jiajun's voice. This heartless voice, like the massive radiation produced by a nuclear explosion, made her chest ache. All of her internal organs felt distorted. She wanted to cry but couldn't, tears only swirling in her eye sockets.
Du Jiajun cursed, and in a frenzy, she grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall. The sound of her skull hitting the wall was like a flood that drowned out all consciousness. In the alley, the damp air flowed with a foul smell, collecting her falling tears.
Hua Qizhen opened the DV machine, and a bright light illuminated the narrow alley. The light enveloped Youyou, and the piercing white light stabbed into her pupils. She narrowed her eyes and saw Du Jiajun's face twisted evilly in the backlight.
"Hit him harder! Jiajun, keep going! Let me take a video and put it online for the whole nation to see this stinky bitch's true face!"
Du Jiajun dragged Youyou by her hair, pulling her in front of the camera like a pig, and roared into her ear: "Quickly say to the camera that you are a prostitute, a whore, a stinky cunt!" Youyou didn't make a sound, biting her lip tightly, her heart aching from crying. At this time, no one else would come to save her.
Although passersby occasionally passed by the alley, they only glanced at it curiously. The cold figure almost didn't stop in the dark night. She was lonely and helpless, abandoned by the whole world. She was like being placed in a huge and empty coffin, with the darkness burying everything.
"Speak up, you stinky bitch! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!" Du Jiajun slammed her face against the wall again. The temple throbbed with a splitting pain. Youyou felt the blood in her body panic and escape, rushing out of her nostrils along the blood vessels. Nosebleed flowed down, flowing into the corner of her mouth, and she smelled the pungent fragrance of her own blood steaming up.
Her face was pressed firmly against the damp wall.
She saw Lezi standing stupidly outside the alley, with his big eyes open, looking at all this in a daze. This low B boy, he didn't cry, nor did he ask for help from others, and Yu You saw the zongzi in his hand being blown by the night wind.
The zongzi is probably cold now.
Du Jiajun seized her gaze, and once again pulled up her hair, leaning close to her face with a venomous tone: "Speak quickly! If you don't speak, I'll have your younger brother brought in! Then we'll see the two of you siblings making fools of yourselves together!"
Hei Zhen turned the camera lens towards Lok Chai outside the alley. Within a second or two, Yau Yau became anxious and immediately called out.
"Alright! I'm warning you! Don't mess with my brother!"
The camera cut back. Hu Qiuzhen carefully adjusted the lighting, and the girl in the lens, while wiping away tears, slowly said.
"I'm a prostitute! I'm a whore! I'm a stinky three-eight who specializes in stealing other people's husbands!"

