The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 401 - 405: Pen Fairy (Part 4)

Chapter 401: Chapter 405: Pen Fairy (Part 4)

Or perhaps it was the bad luck left by Su Li that took effect, and the next day, posts discussing the Four School Flowers’ loss of composure piled up on the forum of Mingrui University.

Xue Rou, Qin Duo, Xu Li, and Yan Zi were so angry that their hearts, livers, and lungs all ached.

Unfortunately, the bad news didn’t end there.

Startled and then enraged, the weakest physically, Xue Rou, couldn’t get out of bed due to a mild cold.

At night, she was constantly woken up by nightmares. Within just a few nights, her once fair and tender complexion quickly deteriorated.

Dark, deep bags hung under her eyes, and her lips were deathly pale, drained of all color and vitality.

Besides Xue Rou, the other girls were in a similar predicament.

They didn’t dare to stay at school. Now, those gossipy women, who couldn’t surpass them before, took this chance to kick them while they were down.

Tch, they were by no means beaten dogs.

Right on time, Qin Duo’s uncle, a debauchee who excelled in eating, drinking, womanizing, and gambling, and was surrounded by an assortment of questionable friends, suggested they might have encountered something sinister.

Moreover, Qin Duo herself had been complaining about ghosts, so her family, whether they believed in it or not, desperately sought a master’s help.

On Xue Rou’s side, they remembered Mu Chun from next door and sent someone to invite her back.

The situations for Xu Li and Yan Zi were slightly better, only experiencing some absent-mindedness and constant anxiety, but their health remained unaffected.

They just had incredibly bad luck.

They would trip when going out, get fish bones stuck in their throats when eating, and even choke when drinking water.

However, as for Mu Chun, she had taken an extended leave and was not at the school.

Scared as she already was, Xue Rou, upon receiving such a response, felt her mild cold symptoms worsen abruptly, to the point where she couldn’t get out of bed.

It was really all in her head.

Mu Chun must have noticed something amiss; otherwise, she wouldn’t have left so quickly.

It was the same at Qin Duo’s place. Her uncle brought back the so-called master.

The master looked the part, an image of divine authority, donned in a Daoist robe and holding a compass in hand.

He took a look around the villa of the Qin Family, speaking confidently and convincingly.

However, when he saw Qin Duo with a dreadful expression on the stairway, he instantly turned pale.

A moment ago, he still had the poised air of an immortal, hinting at money not too subtly.

But now, seeing Qin Duo shrouded in dark energy and feeling the discomfort of piercing yin energy, all he wanted was to run away.

What money, what benefits—those were all external possessions. What mattered more than his life?

Heavens, this wasn’t the work of some little ghost anymore; it was clearly the mark of a highly achieved Evil Ghost, and it might even be a Ghost King.

The master threw decorum aside, swiftly returned the bank card that the Qin Family had placed in his hands, as if it burned him, and ran without looking back.

"Don’t, don’t look for me anymore... I’m still young..."

Unexpectedly, the so-called master, who lived by swindling and had a knack for self-presentation, still had sharp instincts.

At least, his danger instincts were keen.

Qin Duo’s face looked even more defeated, her hands and feet ice-cold when she tried to sleep at night, making her sense something foreboding. The master’s reaction strengthened her belief that she had really angered some filthy entity.

The once lively and youthful vitality had all but drained away; she resembled not so much a girl in the bloom of youth as a decaying old woman.

She finally couldn’t hold back her sobs, deeply regretting her past reckless and ignorant actions.

Under the profound fear, her body collapsed as well.

In any case, the four girls who played the Pen Fairy game were having a hard time these days.

The stories about the embarrassments of the Four School Flowers on Mingrui University’s forum were just a brief stir before hiding away again.

Without the people involved on campus, there wasn’t much point in discussing it further, no matter how many times it was brought up.

Soon, students were drawn to new topics and threads.

It’s worth noting that Xue Rou and the others had a significant influence on campus, and their involvement in paranormal games was no secret.

The sudden simultaneous leaves of absence taken by the group led to some unpleasant speculations spreading among the students.

Everyone said that they might have incurred the wrath of the Pen Fairy.

Could ghosts and spirits really exist in this world?

No matter if people believed it or not, fewer on campus held a deep fascination or intense interest in such matters.

Those who were truly fearless and dared to defy fear were still a minority.

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After teaching the foolhardy quartet a small lesson, Su Li left them to their own devices.

Instead, she took to wandering around Mingrui University.

Every campus has its share of paranormal legends, some true and some false.

Naturally, Mingrui University had its tales too.

As Su Li drifted around, she encountered quite a few Spiritual Bodies.

Most were pearl-white souls without Spiritual Wisdom, aimlessly wandering within a certain area.

A small portion retained consciousness from their lives and only appeared at specific times.

Su Li did not spot a single ghost with any substantial Daoist power on campus.

This made it clear how rare and difficult it had been for the original owner to become an Evil Ghost and enter the Ghost Path.

To think such an opportunity was so easily destroyed and turned into a stepping stone for others showed just how resentful she must have felt.

"Ah, found him."

Observing the boy ahead, head down, slowly walking with books cradled in his arms, Su Li’s lips curled into a faint smile, and she floated over to him.

Quickly catching up, Su Li drifted in front of the boy, hanging upside down above his head, clearly observing his features.

The boy had a thick, flat-top haircut and a pair of rigid glasses that made him look dull and silly.

His slender frame didn’t seem very strong, but the remarkable sparkle in his eyes when looking at his books indicated there was something redeemable about him.

Overall, he was a very average and unremarkable young man.

Lost in a crowd, hardly standing out at all.

Even his introverted and reticent nature made people lose any desire to engage with him.

He was the person Su Li was searching for—Nangong Dao.

This Nangong Dao was not the same as that Nangong Dao; his current demeanor suggested he was still his original self, not yet possessed by the fortune teller from a hundred years ago.

Nangong Dao’s grip on his books tightened, sensing a drop in temperature around him and feeling as if he were being watched.

He bowed his head even lower, muttering under his breath: prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony...

This kid...

The Nangong Dao Su Li saw did not align at all with the one in the original owner’s memory.