"Hello? Xie Ran, where are you?"

I couldn't tell who the anxious voice belonged to.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Xie Ran, stop pretending. You touched my bag that day. What did you do to it? Why does it keep oozing red oil and smelling so awful!"

It turned out to be Meng Lianlian. Indeed, there was a problem with the bag.

"I'm at school. Your bag is really made from a dead person's skin. If a living person carries it for more than three months, it will definitely be dissolved by corpse oil."

"What are you talking about? It must be you playing tricks on me!"

Even now, Meng Lianlian still thought I was joking.

"You don't believe me? Does your bag emit a foul smell when exposed to the sun, as if it's about to ooze oil? It becomes very dull when the sun is not shining on it."

"And ever since you started carrying this bag, you get tired after walking just a few steps. Your arms and palms have spots that look like they've been scalded with oil." I continued.

"How do you know? It's just a coincidence. You're trying to deceive me. You clearly know that I have hives, you must be tricking me."

"Also, does the person who gave you the bag also have these spots? Their body is always ice-cold."

Meng Lianlian's voice trembled, and the oil on the bag had turned red and was about to drip.

She realized that everything I said matched.

As time passed, more and more spots appeared on her arms, completely different from her usual hives.

She became more convinced.

She also remembered how He Yan always wore sleeves and refused to take them off when she jokingly asked her to.

She secretly went to see it at night while her cousin was asleep and discovered spots all over.

"Xie Ran, what should we do? What should we do? It seems like it's true. You can tell, so you must have a solution, right?"

"Now, take the bag and a candle, buy new clothes and another bag, and bring them to school. Remember, don't let your cousin find out. If the ancient corpse finds out, it will surely be furious."

I calmly instructed.

"Okay, Xie Ran, I'm so scared. You must have a solution."

Meng Lianlian's voice trembled, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

"Lianlian, who are you talking to on the phone?"

He Yan approached calmly, smiling.

"Ah, sis...sis...no one, just...a roommate."

Meng Lianlian became more nervous, her tongue seemed to be twisted, stuttering.

"Lianlian, what's wrong with you?"

He Yan patted Meng Lianlian on the back, and the cold touch made her shudder.

"N-nothing, my roommate said she's feeling lonely and asked me to pick her up and bring her to our house. Um... Yan Yan, I'll go pick her up first."

Meng Lianlian was about to run towards the door when she was grabbed by He Yan.

"Lianlian, you forgot to take your bag."

He Yan still had a smiling face, looking like an elegant and gentle young lady to anyone who saw her.

Meng Lianlian was already scared to the point of almost collapsing. She took the bag and rushed outside.

"Make sure to bring her back quickly~" He Yan reminded from behind.