Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

At the time, as she was showering, there was a thin layer of steam on the bathroom mirror, so Jane couldn’t see the face clearly. However, she was adamant that she wasn’t seeing things, and it wasn’t her imagination.

“And don’t forget about Ryan Wesley!” Jane emphasized, “Didn’t he say that he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a pair of children’s feet when he opened his eyes? Was he seeing things too?”

It would indeed be odd if two people experienced such illusions simultaneously on the same night.

Purple Summers pondered seriously, also unable to fathom the mystery: What other secrets could Peachwater Village possibly hold?

After lunch, Purple sent out parcel delivery and texted Aria Jackson, asking her to send it to the examination department immediately upon arrival.

In the afternoon, they continued to tour Peachwater Village together.

The statue of the fox worshipped in Fox Spirit Temple was said to have a history of hundreds of years, but Purple scrutinized the stone material and carving, both clearly displaying traces of modern machine work.

As for the enchantment formation in the mountains, it was simply a few forked paths that looked somewhat similar, and nothing like the exaggerated version in the rumors.

Thus, it seemed the breakthrough could only lie with the sorceress.

Purple was confident in her estimation and began to relax, waiting for news from Aria’send.

During the evening, the girls discussed whether to invite Ryan over for the night again.

Jane said, “It’s been proven that his yang energy doesn’t deter the ghost at all. It doesn’t make any difference, so let’s not bother.”

Purple and Zara Jameson nodded in agreement.

“It feels wrong to have him sleeping on the floor too. It’s uncomfortable to sleep on the ground,” Zara said.

When they went to sleep, just like the previous night, they left a lamp on, so the room wasn’t completely dark.

No supernatural events occurred.

Except that Purple was awakened in the middle of the night by Tiny’s cry.

Tiny didn’t usually cry out, but once it did, its cry was exceptionally sharp and hoarse, penetrating the space!

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However, when she opened her eyes, she saw her two roommates sleeping soundly. It seemed as if they hadn’t even heard a thing; not even a furrowed brow.

And Tiny was energetically standing on the table, its black beady eyes shining brightly.

Purple was convinced that Tiny must have cried out, and that only ghosts could hear such cries.

—Just like the last time when her soul wandered because of an inexplicable piece of jade. At that time, Tiny’s cry was loud, but it did not disturb anyone. Even Atra Blanc, who was residing in the villa, was not awakened by the cry.

Why was Tiny crying now? What else could it see?

…Was this place truly haunted?

Purple felt uneasy as she walked over wearing her slippers, picking up Tiny and placing it by her bed before closing her eyes to sleep again.

Early the next morning, as the girls were still sound asleep in their beds, someone knocked on the door.

“Ryan Wesley is so annoying… waking us up so early…” a sleepy Jane grumbled.

Zara was still groggy as well.

Being more awake than the other two, Purple got up, put on a coat, and went to open the door.

The door opened to reveal not Ryan Wesley, but the sorceress they had met the day before.

Purple couldn’t help widening her eyes in surprise. How could she ever have imagined that the sorceress would come here?!

Before Purple could ask, the sorceress began to speak: “I divined a catastrophe last night, presiding over my fate. This catastrophe is linked to you, and I must resolve it through you.”

After her initial shock, Purple couldn’t help but laugh. This con game was far too cliched. Would the sorceress begin to discuss the fee for resolving the catastrophe next?

Purple had no interest in engaging the sorceress and was about to close the door when the sorceress suddenly urged, “You must help me!”