A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"We've been together for so long, and tonight we've finally decided to try to take things a step further. Don't you remember?"

A soft, boneless hand caressed her cheek. The girl's breath was sweet and her voice delicate, making her mind feel light and airy.

Saint Karina truly doesn't remember this incident; she has absolutely no recollection of it.

"It's okay, I'm here, you'll gradually remember. Tonight I'll make you feel better and help you forget those unhappy things."

The first button of the shirt was undone.

280. Of course, the bigger the better.

"Yeah……"

The word "relationship" is unfamiliar, even more so than the complex place and country names in an English-Chinese dictionary. Aside from those with amnesia, who could forget a girl they'd been dating for a long time?

My brain suddenly went blank; the smooth flow of thought was blocked by a protruding edge, making it impossible to continue thinking.

As soon as she tries to think, a layer of gray fog will inevitably appear in her mind, obscuring the thoughts that are just about to become clear, stopping them from continuing, accompanied by a severe headache.

The symptoms were indeed similar to amnesia, but Saint Karina was certain she didn't have the kind of problem commonly seen in TV dramas and novels. Apart from having been in love, she remembered everything else very clearly, including the fact that the original owner had a brief infatuation with the female neighbor who lived next door when she was in elementary school.

That neighbor was in college at the time and shared a villa across the street with other people. He moved out after only six months. It is said that he later went abroad for further studies, found a very wealthy girlfriend in the United States, dated for two years, got married, and lived happily ever after.

The original owner believed that not being able to express her love to her neighbor was one of the biggest regrets of her life. Unfortunately, the age difference between the two was quite large, a full thirteen years, and the other party was now thirty-two years old.

Looking at the girl in the green dress, Santa Karina felt no attraction whatsoever. She wasn't heartless; there was no way she could be so indifferent to someone she'd known for a long time.

This is the first point of incongruity.

There are more than just one incongruous element.

The second button of her shirt was undone, and the second point of incongruity slowly emerged. Through the thin, pale green dress, Santa Karina's gaze fell upon a pale pink bra and the gently undulating cleavage.

Pink? That doesn't seem right. A perfect A? That doesn't seem right either.

First of all, she doesn't discriminate against girls who like pink; the problem lies with herself—she only likes girls who wear lingerie sets or mature styles.

Secondly, she prefers larger sizes.

A large cleavage isn't necessarily better; it shouldn't be smaller than a C cup. An excessively large cleavage can make in-depth discussions about biological concepts tedious and boring, preventing one from experiencing the wonderful feeling of oxygen deprivation.

Once the last question is confirmed, it will be clear whether or not this woman had ever dated him.

"Wait."

Saint Karina blocked the girl's hand, saving the third button.

"What part of my body am I most interested in? I can't remember right now, I need you to help me recall."

"Well..."

The girl hesitated for a moment.

"Of course I remember where it is. Isn't this your favorite place?"

She raised her less-than-stellar cleavage, which did not respond positively to her body movements.

The answer is wrong, and very wrong.

A red figure flashed before my eyes. At first, it was blurry, but the harder I tried to recall it, the clearer the figure became.

A very beautiful woman with long black hair and golden eyes, her expression always held a hint of cunning and frivolity. A red thread dangled from her pale pink lips. One end of the thread was tied around her neck, the other end…

Something suddenly burned my wrist. A flood of suppressed memories rushed back, including a name I'd almost forgotten.

"Thank goodness, I actually fell for your trick."

Everything illogical can be explained. The other person is someone you've never met before, so it's understandable that you wouldn't be attracted to them. Illusions can deceive the eyes, but they can't deceive the body and intuition.

In terms of sexual preferences, the body is more inclined towards the type with a rather lewd figure, like Ye Shiyu.

A giant pink bubble bursts, and the pink bed, curtains, and drapes disappear, the clock hotel scene switching back to the dimly lit, dilapidated carriage of an old-fashioned No. 514 bus.

As his confused mind cleared, the female ghost in the green dress, like a wild beast struggling against the railing, repeatedly tried to break through Ye Shiyu's defenses.

Her target was Wei Xin, who was protected by the human and the ghost behind the defensive line.

The ghost was encountered on a bus. Saint Karina temporarily called her "Bus Ghost" in her mind, similar to how she named the Love Letter Ghost and the Oil Painting Ghost, taking the name from the object or place.

Ghosts who die a violent death often carry lingering attachments and, after becoming ghosts, often try to fulfill their last wish before death. The death of the bus ghost wasn't directly related to Wei Xin, but she was killed by the ghost because she didn't pick him up.

The loss of a young life is heartbreaking. But putting that aside, it's unfair that Wei Xin had to pay for it with her life, since she didn't do it.

Ghosts kill without logic, and it's very difficult to communicate with them. The black book's instruction is to kill the bus ghost; if Wei Xin isn't killed, she will definitely die the next day.

The battle between Ye Shiyu and the bus ghost was not over yet. The bus was a complete mess during the battle. Except for the two rows of seats near Saint Karina, which were undamaged, all the other seats were ravaged by the giant silver scissors and turned into uneven pieces.

The ghosts who were attracted were mostly wandering spirits and vengeful spirits, the lowest rank of ghosts, unable to cause much trouble. Several cold lights flashed across the scene, the speed of the scissor blades was hard to keep up with, blood splattered everywhere, rotting flesh was torn into pieces, and screams of agony filled the air.

Broken limbs and internal organs were scattered throughout the carriage, and thick blood was flowing all over the floor.

The scene was as gruesome as a zombie movie; the overwhelming stench made her stomach churn violently. Santa Karina nearly vomited. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten much that evening, and the food had long since been digested; she only coughed a few times and didn't vomit all over the floor.

Ye Shiyu had basically wiped out the henchmen summoned by the bus ghost. Ye Shiyu stood in a pool of blood, his scissors and clothes covered in blood. A few drops of blood dripped from his hair, the bright red blood swallowed by his black T-shirt, leaving only a few damp patches.

She tossed her wet hair behind her and turned around while the bus ghost was being knocked down.

"You've finally decided to wake up?"

"Strictly speaking, I wasn't asleep. I just accidentally opened and closed my eyes and fell into that ghost's illusion."

"Luckily you woke up early. It suppressed my power by infiltrating your mind, forcing me to fight it directly and buy time for you to wake up. This ghost's power cannot be absorbed by me, so you must kill it yourself and feed it to that mystical black book."

"By the way... how do I kill him?"

Saint Karina has never personally fought a ghost before, and she is worried about being suppressed by it. She tries hard to recall the military boxing moves that the original owner learned during the two weeks of military training.

The military boxing and the rudimentary karate techniques I learned in elementary school combined are no match for them; ordinary moves are useless against the devil's point.

Ye Shiyu did not explain the process of killing the ghost to Saint Karina in detail, but instead shoved the scissors into her hand.

"Just take it and don't think about anything else."

When his hands touched the cold, heavy scissors, his body moved on its own, turning to the left. The bus ghost's sharp claws brushed past his face, and driven by inertia, slashed across the carriage, leaving five through-and-through scratches.

The cool breeze and the scent of grass and trees from the countryside rushed in through the gap, waking Wei Xin from her dazed state. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her former friend, now a demon, raising his sharp claws and lunging fiercely at her chest.

The attack came so suddenly that Wei Xin was completely stunned. Her body hadn't fully regained its freedom of movement; at best, she was a conscious, living target.

When a person is attacked at close range, they will subconsciously freeze, their body will stiffen, and their reaction time will become very slow.

The bus ghost's expression was cold and ferocious, completely devoid of the gentleness and patience it had shown its former classmate, and it went straight for her face. Wei Xin was so frightened that she couldn't move, and her eyes wouldn't close.

A cold wind blew across her body, and she felt that she was going to die this time. She thought that even spending 200,000 yuan couldn't save her life that was being targeted by a ghost, and that she had to go anyway.

He had just reached the best stage of his life, leaving high school and that cage built of textbooks and test papers, and he hadn't yet met a woman he could truly entrust his feelings to...

Even if one is extremely unwilling, one can only face death.

"hiss--"

The sound of sharp objects scraping against metal was amplified and deafening, but the expected pain did not fall. Wei Xin mustered her courage and opened her eyes, her breathing and heartbeat so rapid that she could hardly control them.

Saint Karina stood in front of her, holding a pair of oversized scissors. Ignoring the size of the scissors for a moment, the sight of a peer made Wei Xin feel inexplicably at ease, and her fear and restlessness subsided.

Her eyes could no longer see anything else, constantly following Saint Karina's movements. She finally believed that those who controlled ghosts possessed extraordinary abilities; ordinary people didn't even have the courage to confront ghosts head-on, let alone fight them.

The bus ghost's attack was blocked by the scissors. The attack had been delivered with full force, and thus generated the same rebound force, sending her flying backward. The bus ghost crashed into the bus wall, causing the entire bus to shake violently and tilt towards the point of impact.

At this point, the clashes between the two sides amounted to nothing more than pure slaughter, devoid of any skill. Both had abandoned the rules and order of human society, resembling wild beasts from ancient times fighting to the death for survival against other individuals.

Ever since she grasped the scissors, Saint Karina possessed a mysterious confidence that she could control the situation. Her body automatically attacked, dodged, and blocked, completely predicting the bus ghost's attack route and leaving her no chance to strike.

The sharp blade struck the demon's body with repeated slashes, sparking dazzling sparks and leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds.

The ghost seemed to feel no pain, or perhaps it was determined to fly like a moth to a flame, leaving no way out.

Wei Xin's voice was trembling with tears.

"Does she...do she really hate me? I really didn't intentionally not pick her up, I just couldn't get away that day...If I had known that woman was a jerk, I would have..."

"There's no such thing as 'if only'. When you make a choice, the path is already set, and you have to take responsibility for your choice."

Saint Karina interrupted her self-reproach.

"Moreover, your friend is no longer the same person she used to be. The ghost in front of you is filled with resentment and only wants to take your life so that you can die with her. Her original soul no longer exists."

The scissors forced the bus ghost to retreat step by step, and her unwilling expression was reflected in the bus window.

"No... Wei Xin, how can you leave me behind..."

The bus ghost opened its bloody, mangled mouth, and several maggots as thick as fingers crawled out from between its lips and tongue. Dark purple mucus flowed from its turbid eyes.

"It was dark and cold there, and it was all because of you that I died... Why, why are you still alive, while I have to lie in that kind of place..."

She let out a piercing scream, the sound shattering the car window. Glass shards exploded and flew in all directions. Several pieces grazed her cheek, leaving faint red streaks.

Black and orange flames intertwined and ignited from beneath the bus ghost's feet, setting the entire bus ablaze and turning it into a scorching metal box.

Generally speaking, the person who sets the fire is usually thinking of dying together with the enemy.

As long as Ye Shiyu's current contractors are burned to death, no one can do anything to her. A mortal body certainly cannot withstand the karmic fire that gathers the resentment of hundreds of violently deceased ghosts. In just a little while, she will be able to burn the people who killed her to ashes.

In the mind of ghosts, there is no concept of forgiveness; the best solution is for everyone to die.

"Stop talking nonsense and finish her off quickly. Judging from your current condition, you only have enough life force to last another month at most. Hurry up and catch five more ghosts."

Ye Shiyu crossed his legs and urged Saint Karina to get started.

Scissors continued to act as a guide, leading her to launch a final round of attacks on the bus ghost. The area of ​​the flames burning expanded outwards from the bus ghost and soon climbed onto the roof of the bus.

Scorching flames licked at the soles of my feet, waves of heat rising. The plastic car seat melted under the intense heat, turning into a pale blue, viscous liquid. The smell of burning plastic and charred flesh grew stronger and stronger.

The firelight dispelled the darkness, illuminating the unlit carriage. The ghost used itself as fuel, and its long-cooled blood began to boil again.

As long as he can get close to Wei Xin and possess her body, he can start a new life as her. His old body has been abandoned and is slowly decaying in the deserted wilderness.

Just a little bit more...

"Get out of the way!"

The bus ghost, accompanied by rolling waves of fire, made its final sprint, charging straight at Saint Karina. Saint Karina didn't dodge; even if she wanted to, her body was beyond her control.

The scissors temporarily took control of her body, thrusting forward and piercing the ghost's abdomen. Ordinary ghosts were suppressed by the red-clothed ghost in terms of power and level, and summoning minions had also consumed a lot of their strength; they were already at their last gasp.

"I'm sorry, I won't let you harm your client. Your death wasn't directly related to her. Although it's a sad story, it's not a reason for you to hurt others. Rest in peace, may my flames extinguish your pain—"

The blade pierced through, enveloping it in a bluish-green flame that spun and twisted, strangling the bus ghost's abdomen. The flames cleansed away all filth, and she transformed into a wisp of black smoke, uttering her final words in a hoarse voice.

—I will never forgive you.

This statement is equivalent to a will.

A red and black crystal fell, instantly extinguishing the fire inside the carriage, and everything returned to silence.

Saint Karina picked up the still-warm crystal, which contained flowing gas and resembled the contents of Ye Shiyu's candy jar.

The black book smelled the aroma of food, popped out of its waist pocket, and opened.

Feed me quickly.

"what is this?"

Soul crystals are the crystallization of a soul; they form after a person dies and becomes a ghost, or after the ghost is killed.

"Four are still short, don't try to cheat."

No, please feed me.

"for you."

She released the soul crystal from her hand, letting it fall into the pages of the black book. A gaping maw of jagged, blood-red teeth appeared in the middle of the page and swallowed it whole.

The black book swallowed the soul crystal, making a crisp chewing sound, like biting into a cookie or potato chip. The power contained within the soul crystal made the black book cheerful, expressing itself by flipping through pages and flying around Saint Karina, a far cry from its previous listless state.

She still doesn't know what the Black Book is.

"Are you an object for fighting ghosts or a ghost itself? Why have you been in my house for so many years without making a sound?"

I'm just a notebook called Black Book.

It refused to answer any more questions, and after eating its fill, it went back into the pocket and continued to play dead.

The haunted bus was burned to a charred shell, with all the windows and seats melted, and the roof somehow torn off, turning it into a convertible.

The engines and motors below were still running, continuously roaring, as the road headed towards the end of the route abandoned fifteen years ago—the former site of the Tianying City Funeral Home. Many articles on paranormal forums have told stories about this funeral home; Saint Karina has dozens in her bookmarks.