Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 314 You’re Good, You are Grandma’s Dear Grandchild

Chapter 314: Chapter 314 You’re Good, You are Grandma’s Dear Grandchild

The story was told to Yue Qingqing by a chatterbox junior fellow cultivator, and when she heard about the scholar’s wife who had died and come back to life, Qingqing felt a chill down her spine.

After all, even the Heavenly Dao can’t change the law of life and death.

She guessed that the scholar’s wife might have been transformed by a demon in the mountains or that some powerful cultivator moved by their love story, had replaced her with the Puppetry Technique.

But the junior fellow cultivator intentionally lowered his voice, vividly explaining, "No, not any of that. Actually, that thing is called a Ghost Mirage. The scholar, overwhelmed with grief and unable to accept the fact that his wife had died, could only deceive himself into believing she was still alive. As time went by, this obsessive belief actually took on substance, and a Ghost Cultivator cultivated it into a Ghost Mirage. It’s a bit similar to the wish power in the Buddhist Path, but it stems from a much more selfish obsession."

"The scholar’s obsession allowed the Ghost Mirage to take on the appearance of his wife before she passed, with her appearance and behavior identical right down to the last detail, but the scholar didn’t know that this thing is merely a facade. In reality, it’s nothing but a nourishing substance for the Ghost Cultivator. The more the scholar believed in it, the more real the Ghost Mirage became. However, the Ghost Mirage’s evolution required it to consume the souls and blood of the living, and it needed to possess a living body."

"The Ghost Mirage attached to the scholar, consumed the souls and blood of his entire family, and even the scholar himself was drained completely dry, in the end becoming an offering to the Ghost Cultivator."

The junior fellow cultivator always had a lot to say, and when he told stories, he would babble on and on, so much so that Yue Qingqing usually had to interrupt him seven or eight times.

But listening to this story, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Many people in this world can’t accept the departure of family, loved ones, and friends, and who knows how many Ghost Mirages might be born out of this.

If exploited by Ghost Cultivators, it would ultimately result in the obsession devouring their own and their family’s flesh and blood, a terrifying and repulsive thought.

Yet Yue Qingqing never imagined Qu Ruorui would be possessed by such a disgusting thing.

Recalling the things Qu Ruorui had mentioned before, it wasn’t hard for Qingqing to guess the source of the problem.

Running frantically with her backpack strap in hand, Yue Qingqing stopped in front of the residential complex at No. 23 Youl Road.

Sizzle.

The iron gate emitted a rusted sound, and Yue Qingqing lightly treaded towards the second floor.

This time, the door wasn’t closed, and sounds of an argument spilled out from inside.

Liu Pingxiu’s voice was laced with sobs.

"She’s your granddaughter too. For all these years, you’d rather stare at a spirit tablet than spare her a glance, just because she’s a girl? Do you even have a heart?"

"Get lost, I have no granddaughter, only a grandson."

"Your grandson is dead, you killed him."

"Bullshit, my dear grandson is alive and well, it’s that good-for-nothing who’s about to die."

Unable to bear it any longer, Liu Pingxiu’s voice became sharp.

"He’s dead, whether you admit it or not, he’s dead."

Their voices were so loud that even the neighbors upstairs opened their doors, poking their heads down the stairwell to look.

Smack!

The slap sounded crisp, and the neighbors hurriedly withdrew their heads, closing their doors again.

The old lady cursed angrily, "If you dare say another word about my precious grandson, get out of this house, and take your daughter with you!"

Liu Pingxiu laughed and cried at the same time, covering her face and repeating the word ’good’ twice.

Then without another word, she went back to her room to pack her things.

The old lady’s voice rose from the living room.

"Don’t be upset, my dear grandson. Your mother isn’t thinking clearly. Grandma loves you; I’ll make you some braised pork to eat, okay?"

Her voice was full of affection, echoing through the empty room.

No one responded to her, but the old lady seemed very pleased and chuckled to herself.

"You’re good, you’re Grandma’s good little grandson."

The soft murmur sounded like she was talking to herself, yet it was enough to send shivers down the spine.