After Death, I Discovered My Wife Was the Villainess of a Supernatural Novel - Chapter 13

Sure enough.

When heaven closes a door for you, it will open a window.

Mu Zhao stayed in her studio and spread out the cat-catching-ghost painting. The cat was still that cute cat, only it no longer had that lively feeling from earlier, as if it were about to come alive.

It could not be a one-time-use item, right?

And the miniature ghost under the little cat’s paw made the whole painting’s atmosphere extremely underworld-like. The clearly lively and adorable little cat had suddenly become a messenger from the underworld. Anyone who did not know better might think she had painted a scene from hell.

Mu Zhao, who was currently short on money, had only one first thought—this magical painting should be able to sell for some money, right? She just did not know where she could sell it.

Maybe she should ask after finding that club?

As Mu Zhao thought this, she opened the wooden box beside her. Taking advantage of the night, she carefully moved out her painting tools. She was preparing to do another experiment.

What should she paint this time? Mu Zhao glanced at the bookshelf, gained inspiration, and this time directly condensed her power at the tip of the brush. As the colors dotted and spread, a wolf with green-glowing eyes and an eerie, sinister aura leapt vividly onto the paper.

Mu Zhao finally added divine light to the wolf’s eyes. The moment the painting was complete, even she could not help taking two steps back.

The wolf inside looked as though it could pounce out at any moment. How could that not be frightening? But it really was quite intimidating. After painting one wolf, Mu Zhao felt a little mentally exhausted. However, not long afterward, a familiar power filled her body again.

She stuck her head out and looked outside the door. Sure enough, it was that magical oil lamp.

So it even came with exclusive remote charging service? What brand of treasure was this? Give her ten or eight more!

After Mu Zhao drew her head back in, she recalled what she had done when she awakened the first painting. Then she tentatively said to the wolf painting, “You… come out for a moment?”

As soon as Mu Zhao finished speaking, the paper suddenly trembled violently. Mu Zhao hurriedly retreated several steps. Black-green light bloomed from the scroll, gradually condensing into shape. Finally, a vicious wolf appeared before her.

“You… can catch ghosts?” Mu Zhao asked carefully.

The wolf glanced at her, scraped its claws against the ground, then turned and leapt straight out the window.

Mu Zhao was just about to chase after it and take a look, but this “haunted” scene still had not been cleaned up. She quickly put everything back in its original place first, so that Senior or Aunt Liu would not be frightened if they discovered it.

After returning everything to its place, Mu Zhao suddenly heard heavy breathing behind her. It was the sound of a wild beast. Her whole body trembled, and when she turned back, she saw the giant wolf holding a ghost infant in its mouth, its umbilical cord still uncut. The ghost infant’s body was exceptionally skinny and small, while its head was extremely large. Its eyes were two empty holes, looking as though it had brought the word “ugly” to its absolute limit.

The wolf threw the ghost infant onto the ground. The skinny, tiny little thing looked especially pitiful. It opened its mouth as if about to cry, but the wolf pressed one paw over its mouth. No wonder this little thing had appeared behind her without making any sound.

The little thing looked pitifully at Mu Zhao, its body constantly twisting and struggling, probably hoping to gain a little sympathy from Mu Zhao. But that pair of eyes was not cute at all. It was actually rather scary, and Mu Zhao really could not feel any pity.

The wolf let out a roar, then carried the ghost and turned back into a painting, falling into Mu Zhao’s hand.

The wolf in the painting was still as majestic and imposing as before, only it had lost that spiritual energy from earlier. Under its paw, there was now an extra pitiful-looking ghost baby.

Mu Zhao stared at the painting for two seconds. Then she began “oh, oh, oh”-ing like a monkey as she dashed wildly around the entire studio.

“Heaven really does love me!” Mu Zhao scooped up little Coal Ball, who was hiding in the corner, and kissed him until he meowed nonstop. Only after the little cat resisted and used his Foshan Shadowless Kick to kick her face away did he escape her demonic claws.

A faint hint of dawn appeared in the sky. Before she knew it, one chaotic yet pleasantly surprising night had passed.

Mu Zhao thought of a new question. Was she the only one who could use this painting, or could others use it too? How about letting that unlucky child, the female lead, help her test it? In any case, she ran into ghosts all day long. At night, she could complete the experiment just by wandering around outside.

And so, Kou Zishu was thoroughly arranged by her.

Creak…

In the quiet early morning, the faint sound of a door opening came from the master bedroom not far away.

Mu Zhao’s crazed movements stopped abruptly, and even her smile froze on her face.

Thump.

Coal Ball was gently placed on the floor. Then he tilted his head and watched Poop-Scooper Number One hold two sheets of paper, open the window, and run off in a flash. Of course, she did not forget to close the window.

“Meow?”

The studio door opened. Fu Yushang turned on the lights, then picked up Coal Ball, who had been left behind by his Poop-Scooper Number Two.

“Coal Ball, did you come here to make trouble?” Fu Yushang patted the little cat’s paw.

“Meow!” The wronged little cat angrily cried twice, jumped out of Fu Yushang’s arms, and ran away.

Fu Yushang was just about to leave the studio as well when she suddenly noticed something unusual on the floor.

She walked to the center of the studio, crouched down, and touched a drop of black paint on the floor.

It had not completely dried yet…

Silently, she opened the unlocked box. The paint inside showed traces of having been used. She had personally organized every one of Zhaozhao’s belongings. She knew very clearly if even the slightest bit of something was missing.

Someone had used them…

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Mu Zhao, who still did not know she had already exposed a clue, realized after coming back to herself that she had already run very far. Ever since that eternal lamp began providing her with power, she had been running faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, she had crossed an entire district.

The moment she thought of Senior seeing her embarrassing love letters, that shameful and fearful emotion directly overwhelmed the joy of discovering her magical power.

Mu Zhao did not dare imagine what Senior’s reaction would be after reading the love letters. She was afraid of seeing Senior awkwardly yet politely put the letters away in a corner where they would never be seen again—or directly burn them back to her at her grave, then say to her memorial portrait, “I only treated you as a younger sister, yet you had those kinds of thoughts.” Human imagination was endless. Otherwise, there would not be cases of people scaring themselves to death. Because of her own pessimistic imagination, Mu Zhao was restless and uneasy, so she chose to become an ostrich. As long as she did not see it, she could temporarily pretend nothing had happened!

Of course… Mu Zhao thought dejectedly, this kind of avoidance could not solve anything. The things she had to face would have to be faced sooner or later. But give her a little more time. Once she prepared herself for the worst…

Bang!

While Mu Zhao was spacing out and floating along, she accidentally crashed headfirst into something. Her head buzzed.

“That hurts!” Mu Zhao hugged her head and crouched on the ground. How could there be a wall that could hurt her when she crashed into it? When she carefully observed her surroundings, she suddenly realized that she had arrived at the address on the business card the female ghost in red had given her.

“Who is it? Who is it? Do people not sleep early in the morning?” An extremely impatient voice came from inside the wall in front of Mu Zhao. The seemingly solid “wall” suddenly rippled like a water mirror.

A woman with a fox tail exposed and messy hair walked out from the “wall.” She glanced at the ghost crouching on the ground and holding her head, then said with a strange expression, “Knocking with your head? That hobby of yours is pretty weird.”

Mu Zhao, holding her head where a bump had swollen up, was brought inside. After passing through the “wall,” she finally saw the hidden club.

No wonder she had not found it last time. So it had been hidden. Mu Zhao’s eyes fixed on the fox tail of the woman leading her in.

Fluffy, soft, and so tempting to rub!

The fox demon felt her tail suddenly turn cold. She turned back vigilantly and saw that newborn ghost staring at her tail, almost drooling!

Her face darkened, and the tail disappeared.

Mu Zhao revealed a regretful expression.

“A visitor is a guest. Would you like something to drink? Or did you just wander in by accident? Wandering around outside in broad daylight, aren’t you afraid the sun will burn you away?” The fox demon yawned and asked lazily.

“This is that… that Passion Club?” Mu Zhao looked at the fox demon, whose face was so tired she looked like she could fall asleep at any moment, and asked a little embarrassedly.

“That’s right. The boss’s naming ability is just like this, so make do with it.” The fox demon glared at her and said, “So what business do you have?”

The fox demon, who had been woken up after only sleeping for ten minutes, was very irritable.

“Um, I was recommended by a red-clothed… ghost sister. She said information could be traded here.”

“Red-clothed? Sister Liu?” The fox demon thought for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to be the fat… I mean, the rich lady Sister Liu mentioned, would you?”

“Rich lady?! Where’s the rich lady?!” Behind the bar, a “little girl” suddenly sprang up with the energy of someone sitting up from a terminal illness.

“Rich lady?” A head stretched out from the ceiling, eyes glowing green as it searched around.

“A rich lady came?” A starving ghost, whose face looked like it had only a thin layer of skin left and seemed on the verge of dying all over again, crawled out from the wall and grabbed Mu Zhao’s ankle. “Rich lady! Hungry hungry! Food food!”

“…Aaaaaah!!!” Mu Zhao lowered her head and glanced at that thing that was almost no different from a skeleton. Then she screamed, scrambling and rolling as she tried to escape. Fortunately, the fox demon reacted quickly and pressed the starving ghost back into the wall with one claw.

“Please don’t be scared, please don’t be scared! That thing isn’t aggressive. I’ll make her clean herself up before coming out again!” Mu Zhao, who wanted to flee, was forcefully pressed into a chair by the fox demon. A group of “people” brought tea and water, supposedly to comfort Mu Zhao’s frightened soul, but in reality, they sealed off every route of escape, afraid that if the rich lady ran away, she would never come back again!

“I-I-I…” Mu Zhao could not even speak properly. That face-to-face encounter just now had nearly stopped her heart.

Not long after, a delicate and pretty female “person” wearing a qipao walked out. She looked to be around twenty years old. She timidly glanced at Mu Zhao and softly apologized.

Mu Zhao looked at her, then looked at the other ingratiating nonhumans, and asked in a trembling voice, “Sh-She’s the one from just now…”

“Yes. Please don’t mind. That unlucky child starved to death when she was alive, so that’s why she looked so shabby just now. You came too early today, so she hadn’t had time to put on makeup yet.”

“Hah…” Mu Zhao wiped the sweat from her forehead. “That really, really scared a ghost…”

“Yes, yes, yes. We’ll definitely pay attention next time! Would you like something? It’s on me, to help you calm down.”

“Cola, thank you!” But she was a ghost now. Could she even drink cola?

Mu Zhao said it casually, but she had not expected them to really bring her a ghost-special drink!

“Wow!” Mu Zhao took a curious sip. The taste was exactly the same as when she had been alive!

So this was rich-lady treatment? But if they knew she did not have a single cent in her pocket, would they directly kick her out?

Mu Zhao looked at the group of nonhumans whose eyes glowed green, staring at her like hungry wolves, and felt extremely guilty. She had to find a way to hide the fact that her pockets were completely empty…