She Can See Ghosts

What on earth was going on?!

Ling Ze's eyes reddened, and no matter how calm or unflappable he usually was, this kind of incident, if investigated by someone determined, would ruin his life!

Talking in his sleep... He had never talked in his sleep from childhood, and besides, he had been sleeping so deeply recently that he had no memory of dreaming at all. How could they have heard any nonsensical sleep talk?!

Could it be that someone was setting him up?!

Ling Ze took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in his heart.

The situation was not yet out of control, it was just circulating in the internal forum without evidence or victims, and based solely on sleep talk, the police wouldn't care.

He scrolled through the forum again, although the post articulated in detail and even paraphrased his "sleep talk," even he had no idea where this bizarre "sleep talk" came from, let alone other students.

Scrolling further, aside from some comments that were "deeply terrifying," many girls commented that the poster was sick for making a big deal out of someone's sleep talk. Some even said they dreamt of tearing apart enemies, yet in reality, they couldn't even kill a fish...

In short, most people were treating it as a story, although it was a horrifying and bloody one, nobody actually thought he was a murderer, especially since nobody had ever seen Zheng Mingcui or even knew of her existence. Those who knew her were back in her hometown, in that small mountain village, and couldn't see the content of Ming University's campus forum. Most importantly, Zheng Mingcui had no relatives left.

As for today's big reaction, it was probably because his normally gentle and inspiring image contrasted hugely with this sleep-talking persona, making it hard for everyone to accept.

He felt somewhat relieved.

He Qing looked at her broken phone, feeling frustrated.

She was just browsing the forum, and had just read about Ling Ze's incident being exposed, but before she could even feel happy about it, her phone died instantly.

This VV smartphone, bought in her first year of university, was of very good quality, but because ghosts frequently appeared around her at night, bringing heavy yin energy and low temperatures, it greatly reduced the lifespan of her mobile phone.

After all, a mobile phone is a mechanical product, it couldn't absorb the Spiritual Energy radiating from He Qing like her dormitory roommates, and with the heavy yin energy, its components got damp.

Thinking about the eight hundred thousand yuan left in her bank account, He Qing thought about the Dragon Soaring S1 phone she had long eyed, and decided it was time for a change!

—There's an old saying, who else can suffer if not oneself?

There was a mobile phone market next to the university, a ten-minute walk through the alley from the north gate.

However, today there seemed to be an unexpected surprise!

He Qing looked at the three stray dogs next to the garbage bin, feeling lucky. Although buying a new phone had cost her a significant sum, she could save the money she would have spent on good quality black dog blood!

Among those three patchy-furred, skinny mongrel dogs, there happened to be one that was pure black.

Thinking of her first difficult experience obtaining black dog blood, He Qing clenched her teeth, but at least she had experience now.

All three stray dogs were pure mongrel dogs. Nowadays, everyone was raising various purebred dogs, even the Shiba Inus from Japan were very popular, but only the Hua Country mongrel was barely raised outside of rural areas.

But He Qing knew that in terms of bloodline optimization and variability, no dog could compare to them. Moreover, when it came to drawing talismans, apart from mongrel dogs, the black blood from other breeds was totally useless. After all, compared to watchdogs, pet dogs lacked the necessary ferocity in their blood.

Three stray dogs often lingered around the university and weren't particularly scared of people, so when He Qing stood still, they glanced at her and then went back to rummaging through the trash.

It was still hot, and the smell of the garbage cans was foul. But precisely because of this, there was more edible food since many people worried about food spoiling after meals and threw it away. For stray dogs, summer, despite the heat, was actually a good season where it was easier not to fall ill or starve.

He Qing watched them and turned to buy three thick Shuanghui King sausages from the nearby convenience store, tore open the packaging, and slowly approached the stray dogs.

There were many university students nearby, and female students often came with snacks to feed them, so the three dogs were only cautious for a brief moment before they immediately opted for the fresh food.

He Qing waited for them to come closer, casually pinched her thumb and little finger together, and chanted an Enlightenment Spell to herself—animals are born with survival instincts because from birth their bodies inherit habits that allow them to survive. Humans also have them, but because they receive too many complicated things postnatally, and everything from eating and drinking is predefined by predecessors, over time, humans gradually lose this advantage.

However, every loss has its gain; although devoid of innate survival instincts, humans' ability to learn is unmatched by other animals.

This Enlightenment Spell was one that could enable people to communicate seamlessly with creatures for a short period.

She gave a wolf-in-sheep's-clothing smile, "Come on, eat up, eat slowly, no rush."

"Ah! Ah Huang likes this!" This was a sandy-yellow dog. He Qing observed its fur color, which was dirty and lacked luster, but was indeed pure sandy-yellow, no wonder it was called Ah Huang.

The leader, also the biggest of the three dogs, He Qing's target—Dahei, unabashedly smacked it with his tail, "Ambition! This is just fragrance, can it be as good as meat?!"

Another black and brown dog howled, "Boss, meat tastes good, but we don't have any!"

Hearing this, He Qing couldn't help but feel exasperated: Why aren't these dogs as honest as I thought?

Ah, never mind!

As the sausages were almost finished, He Qing then said, "Dahei, you guys must be hungry every day. How about this, you give me a tube of blood, and I'll cover your meals for a week, how does that sound?"

Dahei silently swallowed the last bite of sausage, and under He Qing's expectant gaze, suddenly said to his subordinate, "Let's go, she's a dog meat trader! I knew it, she's been eyeing my body!"

As the barks fell, the other two dogs immediately picked up the last bite of food, tucked their tails, and ran off far away, with Dahei trailing behind and disappearing into an alley in a blink of an eye, vanished without a trace.

He Qing...

Oh my god...

Where has the basic trust between humans and dogs gone?

A tube of blood is only 100 milliliters, covering a week's meals, with that big dog's size, that would probably cost two to three hundred yuan or even more! At Mobao Square, processed Taiyin Black Dog Blood wasn't it only a few hundred yuan per gram?

If it weren't for the fact that dog blood obtained willingly was especially effective, would He Qing even bother with this effort?!

Looking at the bare big red Shuanghui wrapper in her hand, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: Three ungrateful dogs, ate their food and forgot their benefactor!

Well, exhausted so much energy; money was spent, things were bought, but the dogs ate and ran off after turning their backs... He Qing patted her newly bought Dragon Soaring S1, thinking for comfort: At least this is still here...