After returning home, Meng Lianlian carefully sprinkled the ash symbol into the bowl.

After dinner, although afraid, she still endured her weak legs and handed it to her cousin.

"Yanyan, you must be tired of watching TV. Have a sip of milk tea. I cooked it myself."

The huge chandelier in the living room flickered, and the servant stood behind, motionless, mechanically waiting to clean up.

Meng Lianlian broke out in a cold sweat on her back and silently recited "Amitabha Buddha" three times in her heart.

"Oh? Lianlian, you can make milk tea too? But why didn't your classmate come back with you?"

Cousin turned directly to look at her, turning 180 degrees, leaving Meng Lianlian's mind blank, almost spilling the tea in her hand on the ground.

"Hahaha, Lianlian, what's wrong with you? Did you go to see someone? There's a scent of exorcist on you."

Her facial muscles twisted, she leaned closer to Meng Lianlian, sniffed, her lips slightly curled, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

This smile held no warmth, no kindness, only a kind of evil sternness.

That laughter lingered like a devil whispering in the ear, sending shivers down one's spine.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify, and Meng Lianlian felt a chill spreading from her spine to her whole body.

He Yanyan's smile was chilling, as if tearing apart the silence of the night, making it impossible to suppress the fear in one's heart.

The servants around seemed oblivious, standing there blankly.

"Ah!"

Meng Lianlian was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, and even before falling, she managed to splash the tea in her hand towards her cousin.

"Ah... Ah..."

A scream tore through the sky.

The scream was filled with despair and agony, as if directly gripping one's heart, making people shudder involuntarily.

"Lianlian, I'm so disappointed in you. For the sake of an outsider, you actually hurt your cousin.

"Ah..."

Her breathing was rapid and irregular, as if being tightly constricted by something, causing a sense of suffocation.

The expression on her face was filled with helplessness and anxiety, as if a small boat lost in the darkness, about to be swallowed by giant waves at any moment.

The whole person seemed frozen in fear, unable to move forward or backward.

I watched from a distance with my clairvoyance, witnessing what happened in Meng Lianlian's home.

Everything went as I expected.

He Yanyan was no longer a living person.

She had already committed suicide when she was at P University because of her jealousy towards Meng Lianlian's family background.

Before her death, she made a deal with a sinister Taoist priest to exchange lives with Meng Lianlian.

As the saying goes, "He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm."

In the context of a ghost hunter, it means that some people can use personal belongings to take away your fortune. Typically, the person who takes away your fortune suddenly becomes rich and proud, while you gradually decline and eventually die.

Generally, the person who can take away fortune or borrow fortune from you is someone close to you.

The Taoist priest took out a bag treated with He Yanyan's corpse oil.

As long as Meng Lianlian carried this bag for more than three months, she would undoubtedly turn into a ghost.

By then, only Meng Lianlian would be dead.

He Yanyan would continue to live in her identity and enjoy everything she could.

My role here is just a roommate who knows a little bit.

He Yanyan thought she had calculated me, knowing that I would give the ash symbol to Meng Lianlian.

Ordinary ash symbols could not harm her, and this was the perfect opportunity for her to escape and reshape her soul.

However, what she didn't know was that I had already anticipated this day.

After all, in the campaign against Wen Chuchu's online bullying, He Yanyan played a part.

To please her cousin, she bought a largequantity of fake followers for Wen Chuchu's social media accounts, leading to an overwhelming wave of hate and harassment.

When I discovered her involvement, I couldn't let her get away with it.

I delved into the world of the supernatural, seeking knowledge and power to expose her true nature.

After months of research, I stumbled upon a rare artifact that could reveal a person's true identity.

It was an ancient mirror said to possess the ability to reflect one's inner self.

With this mirror, I could expose He Yanyan's true form as a vengeful spirit.

I reached out to Meng Lianlian, knowing that she had been tormented by her cousin's presence for far too long.

Together, we devised a plan to confront He Yanyan and put an end to her reign of terror.

On the day of the confrontation, I handed the mirror to Meng Lianlian, instructing her to use it when the time was right.

As expected, He Yanyan revealed her true nature during the milk tea incident.

With the mirror in hand, Meng Lianlian bravely held it up, facing her cousin.

As the mirror reflected He Yanyan's image, her ghostly form became visible to everyone present.

The servants, who had been under her control, snapped out of their trance and gasped in horror.

He Yanyan's facade shattered, and her malevolent laughter turned into screams of anguish.

The mirror's power was too much for her to bear, and she disintegrated into a cloud of black smoke.

The room fell silent, and a sense of relief washed over us.

Meng Lianlian and I knew that we had succeeded in banishing the vengeful spirit that had haunted her family for so long.

We vowed to keep the mirror safe, ensuring that no other malevolent spirits could wreak havoc on innocent lives.

From that day forward, Meng Lianlian's home was free from the dark presence that had plagued it for years.

We became close friends, bound by the shared experience of overcoming supernatural forces.

Together, we continued to explore the realm of the supernatural, helping those in need and bringing justice to those who had been wronged.

Our journey had only just begun, and we were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.