Chapter 62

  I heard that adopted ghost children can help themselves. Is this true?

  The night is deep. The stars have fallen asleep.

  The dimly lit living room still seemed to echo with the conversation between the two people just now.

  "Lei Ah, is Ah Lin a good kid?"

  "Yes, Arin hates those who bully others the most."

  "So, where is Arlene?"

  "I don't know, I sometimes see Ah Lian following behind you, but you never seem to notice her."

  ……

  "Lei, did Ah Lian tell you? What does she need to appear?"

  "A-Lian once told me that as long as I drip my own blood onto the zongzi, close my eyes and call out her name, she will appear."

  The room was dimly lit, with a fine layer of shadows floating on the horizontal plane. The sorrow of the night flowed through the desolate land, seeping in and drowning the city's vast silence. Soaked in the darkness, the stench, resentment, and lowly vigilance gazed out at the desolate sky.

  The silence was so profound that even the sound of her heartbeat became loud. She gently stroked her chest, took a few deep breaths, and let the chilly air fill her lungs before settling down quietly. She picked up the small needle.

  The needle pierced into the fingertip. Blood appeared.

  Enduring the faint pain, she squeezed out a drop of blood with some effort and let it fall onto the already cooled rice dumplings.

  The blood has seeped into the zongzi, looking a bit startling.

  Youyou put her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them lightly, then clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. She called out softly: "A Lian, A Lian, A Lian..."

  A Lian, hurry up and appear already.

  The surroundings are desolate and quiet. The hustle and bustle is like a corpse in the vast void. The dark night has trapped all the thin ghosts and restless spirits, making them slowly rot and decay, their souls flying away.

  Youyou held her breath tightly. Her breathing was as thin as a thread. She couldn't hear any strange sounds.

  Isn't this supposed to summon Arien?

  Youyou's heart was filled with doubts, and she thought of opening her eyes several times, but she still endured. Not long after, Youyou keenly felt that the atmosphere in the room had undergone a sudden change.

  Like a chill from hell, it seeped out of nowhere and rapidly spread throughout the living room. Youyou felt a coolness on his back, frozen in place on the sofa, not daring to move. The grand and complex aura of decadence flowed endlessly through the surrounding space, brushing against skin, stirring up wave after wave of goosebumps.

  Still very calm, but a pair of fierce eyes were hidden in the darkness, staring at her.

  All her nerves were concentrated at this point, she strained her nerves. In the highly concentrated auditory attention, it slowly appeared.

  A pair of small feet walked lightly on the floor.

  Suddenly, Youyou felt her throat constricting and her neck swelling up like a short, stout asthma patient. The floor seemed to have cracked open more underground caves in an instant, and hungry souls and ferocious resentment all surged out. This made her feel extremely terrified, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

  The footsteps stopped beside her. She could even feel a pair of invisible hands caressing her face.

  Is Arlene here?

  Youyou still didn't dare open her eyes, instead she closed them even tighter.

  It seemed that someone had picked up the blood zongzi from the tea table, took a big bite, and the sound of their mouth and teeth moving was exceptionally clear in the silence. Then, the person eating the zongzi sat down beside her, and even placed an icy small hand on her slightly trembling thigh.

  She finally got scared and jumped up from the sofa, retreating several yards before daring to turn her head back.

  The little boy sitting on the sofa eating blood clams is actually Leitzai.

  "What the...! Youyou wiped away a cold sweat, blaming Leizi in a frightened tone: "You little guy, don't pretend to be a ghost and scare your sister at midnight, okay?! Ah, you've eaten all the zongzi, how can I call out Ailian now?!"

  Le Zi looked at her with his innocent eyes, speechless, and continued to eat the last bite of zongzi before smiling contentedly.

  Youyou saw the bloodstain on his mouth and couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

  Lao Tze is really something, even if he's hungry, there's no need to eat blood zongzi. This is an offering for the ghost children.

  Youyou was still thinking that Ailian probably wouldn't show up tonight, and she had been frightened for nothing. She turned her head to look at the clock on the wall, and the hour hand had just passed 12 o'clock. But just then, a clear sound came from the living room.

  Bang Bang——Bang Bang——

  The air was frozen. Time was like a piano's white keys being pressed down, unmoving.

  Behind her, the sound of a bouncing ball echoed. Her heart racing uncontrollably, she slowly turned her head, her stiff neck creaking with each movement, as if it might break at any moment. When she finally turned around, she saw Le Zi standing near the door, continuously slapping a red rubber ball in his hand.

  Then, Le Zi hummed softly: "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." Update 1st