Timothy Yun gazed at Fiona Yun, his eyes full of tangled emotion. Who was truly at fault for all this?
Fiona Yun replied calmly, "I'm just here to get my things." Before Lillian Shang could speak, she added, "Don't worry, it's only my own belongings."
Lillian Shang spat bitterly, "Your status comes from Susie Yun. Everything you have belongs to the Shangguan Family. There is nothing here that's yours!"
Fiona Yun ignored her, went straight upstairs, and opened her bedroom door. The room was a complete mess, as if a typhoon had swept through—chaos everywhere. She let out a soft laugh. Clearly, they truly hated her. But she no longer cared; love and hate had nothing to do with her anymore.
Fiona Yun walked to a spot by the wall, quickly tapped several locations in a specific pattern, and with a "click," a hidden door popped open in the wall.
Fiona Yun reached in and opened the compartment, which was only the size of a drawer. She took out a small wooden box, opened it, and swallowed the Soul Stabilizing Pill inside.
Thanks to her mother's stubbornness, she could not reincarnate after death. Instead, she had to defy fate, borrowing a body to return to life. If she couldn't find a suitable body in time, her soul would scatter and vanish.
Always prepared for danger, she had taken Soul Stabilizing Pills over the years to keep her spirit intact. If she couldn't find a suitable body in time, at least the pills would buy her more time. One pill each year—this was the last one. She wouldn't need them anymore.
Truthfully, she didn't care much about this, but her grandfather worried so much about her. She couldn't bear to let him down or make him sad.
As she went downstairs, she was met once again by hateful stares. Fiona Yun ignored them and turned to the newcomer, asking coolly, "Jin Locke, do you need something?"
Fiona Yun smiled lightly. "To make life worse than death, you don’t always need torture devices." She slowly raised her hand, and a wound split open in her palm, blood dripping onto the ground. Her voice was calm and ethereal: "With blood as my bond, I, Fiona Yun, curse you to never find love in any lifetime!" As her words fell, the wound healed itself.
Jin Locke’s hand trembled on the gun, his face turning deathly pale. Never to find love, lifetime after lifetime—such a cruel curse!
In a flash, Fiona Yun snatched the gun from his hand and hurled it into the sea behind her. Jin Locke’s eyes burned with rage and hatred as he swung his arm, sending a blade of wind toward her.
Fiona Yun let out a muffled groan and suddenly collapsed. Jin Locke snapped out of his fury, panic flickering in his eyes. "Fiona... why? Why didn’t you dodge? With your abilities, you could have avoided it easily."
Bitterly, Fiona Yun thought to herself: It’s not that I didn’t want to dodge, but I suddenly lost all ability to move. Whoever set me up will pay for this!
"Fiona... don’t..." Jin Locke watched her slowly close her eyes, his heart hollowed out, even more lost than when he’d heard of Susie Yun’s death.
"Hurry up!" In midair, two little ghosts pushed and shoved each other.
"Why me? The King of Hell will skin me alive!"
"If you don’t hurry, and something happens to her, the King of Hell will send us to the eighteenth level of hell for eternity!"
Terrified, the little ghost rushed forward, hooked Fiona Yun’s soul, and ran off.
Fiona Yun woke up and found herself in the Hall of Yama. She frowned, looking at the two nervous little ghosts standing before her, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I remember Grandpa said I wasn’t supposed to die so young. Who brought my soul here?"
Although her fate was unusual and even her grandfather couldn’t fully grasp it, he’d predicted she would live a long life!
The two little ghosts stepped back in unison, neither daring to answer.
"Oh, my precious granddaughter, you finally came to see me! If I could walk among the living more often, I’d have visited you long ago. Well? Have you missed your grandpa?"
A white-haired, white-browed, white-bearded old man in black robes happily spun Fiona Yun around in a hug, chattering non-stop.
"Huh? Why are you in soul form? Before, you always came as a spirit!" The old man finally noticed something was wrong.
Glancing at the two little ghosts, the old man’s smile vanished instantly, his face turning frighteningly dark. "Who’s responsible for this?"