About half an hour after activating the Plant Vision Spell, movement finally appeared within her field of vision.
Again, at the staircase entrance, a figure emerged, treading lightly and cautiously.
Although this figure appeared extremely careful, Su Xiaoyu, who had been constantly watching this area, naturally detected him immediately.
“He’s here?”
Su Xiaoyu waited calmly, watching this guy.
Ye Haofan had come again.
The chance to change his fate was right before his eyes, so he naturally wouldn’t give up so easily.
Last night’s events were baffling to him, so they wouldn’t easily scare him off either. He figured that someone had most likely knocked him out while he wasn’t paying attention. As for who and why, he had some guesses, but no matter what, they wouldn’t be able to pull the same trick today.
Today, no one would be able to sneak up on me!
Ye Haofan thought to himself.
Clutching a fruit knife, his eyes scanned in all directions and his ears strained for any sound. After confirming there was no one around, he crept furtively toward Wen Wanru’s apartment.
But as he walked, he began to feel something was off.
Why was the wind so strong?
In the corridor, an extraordinarily fierce wind had somehow appeared, blowing straight into his face. If he didn’t focus his strength, he would be blown backward.
What was going on?
Ye Haofan stepped back a few paces, and the wind instantly vanished, leaving him with an uncertain and suspicious expression.
He thought for a moment, then stepped forward again.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The fierce wind blasted forth once more, nearly making Ye Haofan stumble.
“This is really like seeing a ghost!”
Feeling extremely bizarre, he retreated another two steps.
The corridor at night was silent and still. The lights overhead seemed somewhat pale, and coupled with the inexplicable wind, Ye Haofan’s heart grew cold.
What on earth was with that wind?
He looked around and, seeing no one, continued toward Wen Wanru’s place. As he moved forward, the powerful wind blew at him again. But this time, he did not retreat. Instead, he pushed forward against it.
However, after just a few steps, Ye Haofan felt darkness descend above his head, and before he could react, pain struck the back of his head. He lost consciousness on the spot and collapsed.
When Ye Haofan awoke again, he felt sore all over.
He slightly opened his eyes and saw the staircase. The lights in the stairwell flickered on and off, looking extremely eerie and terrifying. He was lying on the floor, and the steps seemed to be moving downward, one by one.
Wait, how was he moving while lying down?
Ye Haofan’s eyes widened. He wanted to check his surroundings, but as his eyes widened, the first thing he saw almost made his heart stop.
Above him, it was as if over a dozen mirrors were there, following him as he moved. They reflected his own appearance—eyes wide and round, face pale.
And those mirror-like things, at least a dozen of them, hovered above him, reflecting over a dozen versions of him.
He stared at the dozen versions of himself, and they all stared back at him.
He could feel himself lying on the stairs and being dragged by something. Though he sensed no one around, he was clearly being dragged along. And in such a situation, a dozen suspended mirrors reflected his appearance. What on earth was this?
The fear in Ye Haofan’s heart instantly skyrocketed to the extreme.
“Ghost!”
After a great shout, Ye Haofan’s head twisted to the side, and he passed out once more.
“How useless.”
Su Xiaoyu watched this scene quietly.
Ye Haofan waking up was within her expectations, because it was exactly the result she wanted.
To prevent this guy from causing trouble again and again, she had decided to create a paranormal scene to thoroughly scare him. So far, the effect seemed pretty good.
Seeing Ye Haofan unconscious again, she dispelled the Water Mirror Technique she had cast, then continued dragging Ye Haofan to the ground floor.
In an isolated corner downstairs, she cast an Earth Sinking Spell to leave a pit, then stuffed Ye Haofan inside.
After finishing all this, Su Xiaoyu retreated with her merits hidden, returning to her own residence.
A new day quickly arrived.
The sky was a heavy gray, as if the night was intertwined with the edge of dawn.
A cool breeze howled high above the residential complex, and the plants on the balcony swayed, giving off soft rustling sounds now and then.
Beside the dining table, Su Xiaoyu and Wen Wanru ate breakfast leisurely.
Today, Wen Wanru had brought breakfast over again—custard buns this time. Each bun looked very small and delicate. Once bitten open, the yellow filling inside was extremely sweet.
As they ate, they chatted. Wen Wanru seemed very adept at making conversation, always able to bring up various interesting topics. In the matter of communication, she was very considerate toward Su Xiaoyu.
After chatting for a while, Wen Wanru’s mobile phone buzzed, and she picked it up to take a look.
It was a work matter.
She casually replied, and just as she was about to close the chat app, she noticed the homeowners’ group had hit 99+ messages. Curious, she opened it.
The homeowners’ group was usually lively, but it was still quite early. If nothing special had happened, there shouldn’t be so many messages—she had checked the group when she woke up, so all of these were new.
So Wen Wanru opened the homeowners’ group and glanced at it.
One look, and she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Su Xiaoyu glanced at Wen Wanru. “What’s up?”
During their earlier conversations, she had also felt Wen Wanru’s consideration for her. She knew that in a conversation, she couldn’t simply rely on others to bring up topics; she needed to react appropriately too.
Wen Wanru chuckled. “You remember Ye Haofan? This guy showed up at our complex again, and his situation is even funnier than yesterday.”
Feigning ignorance, Su Xiaoyu asked, “Why is it even funnier than yesterday?”
Wen Wanru laughed. “I don’t know if this guy’s luck is just that terrible, but he ran into a spot where the ground collapsed. He fell right in and can’t get out, with only his head sticking out. Now people are watching him and it seems like his mental state has gone haywire from this.”
Su Xiaoyu asked curiously, “His mental state is abnormal?”
Wen Wanru nodded. “Yeah. From what the homeowners’ group says, Ye Haofan must have been spooked by something. He keeps repeating over and over that he’s seen a ghost. Seriously, how can there be ghosts in this world?”
As the mastermind behind the event, Su Xiaoyu’s expression remained serene.
She didn’t know if ghosts existed in this world, but clearly there were cultivators—and she was one.
His mental state has broken? That’s good. He probably won’t come looking for trouble anymore. If he dares to come again, I’ll just have to settle this once and for all.
Su Xiaoyu thought to herself silently.
