A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The noise of metal rubbing against sandpaper is probably more pleasant to hear than this voice.

“Girl, I see your forehead is dark, you must have something dirty on you.”

"..."

There are many examples of people posing as charlatans and swindling people everywhere. She wasn't so foolish as to be that naive. She quickened her pace to leave, but then she heard the other person's voice again behind her.

"I'll sell you these talismans for thirty yuan, enough to cover your cigarette expenses. Things have been really unsettled in Tianying lately, not just in Tianying, but throughout Xinghai Province. Talismans will only get more and more expensive in the future."

He opened the wooden box beside him and took out a piece of yellow paper with characters written on it. The bright red cinnabar characters were particularly glaring in the afternoon sunlight, like flowing blood.

The price of a talisman wasn't expensive at a few dozen yuan. Saint Karina was worried about where to buy one, so she didn't haggle with the old man and bought all the goods he had, including a peach wood sword and five emperor coins.

She can't wait to get rid of the filth in the house.

The old man's statement that "the entire Xinghai Province is in turmoil" is noteworthy. After all, Saint Karina's willingness to stay in the book's world as an ordinary mortal is also related to the white-haired inorganic girl who said the clue lies here.

The increased number of customers in the funeral street and feng shui street is not a good thing. The paranormal forum section is unusually active. It was almost deserted before, but suddenly the number of views and posts surged overnight. The price of exorcism items has skyrocketed. Things that cannot be explained by science have broken into homes...

All these changes point to an extraordinary concept—supernatural and bizarre phenomena.

Every effect has a cause. The sudden surge in popularity of products that are not usually popular can only be attributed to supernatural events occurring in various places, causing small-scale panic among the public.

So the people of Kyushu began to display their classic skills, stockpiling large quantities of exorcism supplies at home, and the items were snapped up.

A shady shop selling talismans for 200 yuan was followed by a middle-aged woman dressed in a dowdy but luxurious style who immediately asked to buy talismans worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"Foolish and rich, money makes you willful," Saint Karina thought to herself.

After purchasing the items to ward off evil spirits, I took the bus back the way I came. This time, I chose a seat in the middle, with other passengers in front and behind me. On the way, I didn't feel that strange, cold air licking the back of my neck anymore.

Today was her day off at the library where she worked. She worked 12-hour shifts each week. Santa Karina specifically chose to go when she didn't have classes, not only to kill time but also to enjoy the free air conditioning when she had nothing to do.

This job also has great benefits: the library provides free boxed lunches, unlimited refills of tea, and organizes small team-building activities every now and then. Any leftover drinks or food are given to the staff to take home.

In this life, try not to spend your own money if you can avoid it.

As I returned to my neighborhood, it was just getting dark when several streetlights began to glow with a buzzing sound, lighting up one by one from afar. The dimly lit sidewalk was enveloped in white light, making everything clearly visible.

The stairwell lights broke down last week, and the building's residents reported the problem to the property management, but no one has taken any action. Unwilling to accept this inconvenience, the residents prefer to go upstairs and use their phone flashlights for light.

Santa Karina always found it troublesome, but the property management was irresponsible, so she had to take extra steps. At night, without lights, the hallways were dark and frightening, making it easy for elderly people to slip and fall, and it was particularly unfriendly to people with poor eyesight.

She gripped the Shiva statue, which was warmed by her body heat, and climbed the steps.

The apartment is on the fifth floor; the higher the floor, the cheaper the rent. It's an older building without an elevator, and the fifth floor is the highest floor. There's also a relatively spacious rooftop terrace; it's quite comfortable to stand there and enjoy the breeze and night view when you're feeling down.

Just as she reached the fourth floor, Grandma Li, who was a Hindu, heard her footsteps and opened the door.

"You're back so early today?"

"..."

The voice suddenly came from behind, startling Saint Karina so much that her breath caught in her throat.

My nerves were already on edge. The hallway was dimly lit and so quiet you could hear your own breathing. Suddenly someone spoke behind me, like something out of a horror movie.

Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a shadow at the old woman's feet and breathed a sigh of relief, my heartbeat gradually returning to a steady pace.

"Take a break at the library. If you have nothing else to do, come back early."

She didn't want to talk too much about herself, so she made up an excuse and prepared to go upstairs. The old lady was very warm, but she was too gossipy and liked to ask questions; once you started talking to her, it would go on and on.

I put the Shiva statue in my bag beforehand to avoid her seeing it and pulling me into the house to continue preaching. The old lady always liked to chat with young people, talking about long and tedious topics, and occasionally showing off her grandchildren studying in the United States and New Zealand.

Although it's not meant to be boastful, you can get a little tired of hearing the same topics too often.

Before she could unleash her trump card, Santa Karina practically jogged off the fourth floor and rushed to her door.

As long as the door is closed, any disturbance is kept out. The room, only a few dozen square meters, has a unique cozy feel. Staying in my own little world, without having to socialize with boring people, even though the room is stuffy, I still feel comfortable.

The windows must not be opened tonight, lest evil spirits sneak in through the cracks. Saint Karina pasted several newly purchased yellow paper talismans on every window.

I only felt a little more at ease after posting dozens of them.

"Next up are the idols..."

There was also a table in the bedroom. After clearing away the clutter and wiping away the dust with a damp towel, the statue of the deity was placed on it, and the preparations for warding off evil were complete.

Hindu gods do not need incense burners or shrines; there are not many formalities.

There was no ready-made dinner today. Perhaps sensing her vigilance, or perhaps the talismans worked, the mysterious intruder disappeared without a trace.

The leftovers that she had put in the refrigerator during the day were still there. She cooked a mildly spicy Japanese House Foods curry, added some water, boiled it until it thickened, and then added some of the leftovers.

Curry is a versatile side dish that goes well with rice. Any ingredient topped with hot curry sauce will become a delicious meal. Even if the rice isn't hot enough, as long as the curry is hot enough, you can still eat the meal.

After a quick and easy dinner, Santa Karina threw the dishes in the sink, took off her dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine, then took a shower to prepare for bed.

She usually doesn't go to bed that early; she usually stays up until at least 10 o'clock. The library where she works is special; it's open 24 hours a day, and working the night shift is a common occurrence.

I use the time between showering and bedtime when my mind is relatively clear to read; if I'm too tired, I listen to music, play on the secondhand computer I bought from a seafood platform, and open a single-player game.

When you're unsure what to do, flip a coin to decide. If the text lands up, you read; if the pattern lands up, you slack off.

"Ding--"

A silver coin was tossed into the air, fell, and landed on the back of her hand. She removed her right hand; the patterned side was facing her.

It seems that even God thinks she's been working too hard lately and wants to give her a chance to rest and recuperate.

I turned on my computer, QQ logged in automatically, and several messages popped up in the class group chat. My classmates were all sharing their exciting weekends in the chat, but St. Karina just found them noisy. She turned on the "Do Not Disturb" mode and put the messages in the group assistant to let them rot.

Groups that aren't of interest are usually handled this way, and the more you watch, the more you feel a sense of disillusionment and difficulty in fitting in.

The remaining messages were split between Su Han, a close friend in class, and Yi Cangyun, a childhood friend.

The two girls were about the same age and would occasionally chat with her.

Su Han sent Zhang Guowen a photo of a female student.

Is she your type? Long, straight hair, great figure, and a full bust. Her roommate says she likes girls and is currently single. Want to meet her? Don't worry, she's very approachable and not materialistic.

The girl in the photo is wearing a black bikini and has an impeccable appearance, which can easily arouse people's most primal desires.

Thanks for your kind offer, but I'm not really interested. Women only slow down my earning speed, and I don't have time to be a simp for goddesses every day.

After chatting with her friend for a few minutes and replying to Yi Cangyun's routine greeting, Saint Karina opened a can of Red Bull. She couldn't fall asleep yet tonight; she needed to stay alert and personally greet the "guest" who had barged in.

There was a strange premonition that the other party would come again, repeating what they had done in the past few days, satisfying the twisted impulse to give the homeowner both surprise and shock.

Whether that guy is human or ghost, he has to show his true colors today.

To stimulate her cerebral cortex, Santa Karina hesitated for a long time before deciding to log onto a foreign website that starts with a capital letter P and ends with a lowercase letter b to find something interesting to enjoy and dispel her sleepiness.

The region is selected as Asian, and the category is all female.

BG? Nan Tong? I'd rather die than watch that.

After watching for a while, her mouth and throat became a little dry. She dared not continue watching, worried that she would lose her composure and have the urge to go to a nightclub. She quickly turned off the computer, lay down on the bed, turned off the overhead light, and left only a low-energy night light so that she could see her surroundings clearly when she opened her eyes.

Hidden under the covers are all sorts of "goodies": a peach wood sword bought today, an amulet for warding off evil, and a stack of talismans. A statue of Shiva faces the bed, ready to protect him at any time.

Santa Karina took off her glasses and placed them on the bedside table. She closed her eyes and soon began to breathe evenly.

She wasn't asleep; she was just pretending to be asleep, lying on her side facing the bedroom door, her hand merely clutching a smooth peach wood sword.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt sleepiness creeping in, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I could hardly stay awake.

"Click——"

The sound of the doorknob turning jolted Saint Karina awake, instantly banishing any drowsiness.

The front door was tightly shut, but the bedroom door was open, proving that the other person had been hiding inside beforehand. However, she had checked every possible hiding place before going to bed, including the balcony.

The balcony's security glass and windows were locked, so an external intrusion couldn't have been completely silent. With all sound sources cut off, the sound of turning the handle was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

The whole thing was unbelievable. As the door hinges creaked loudly, Saint Karina finally became extremely nervous. Her hands, gripping the peach wood sword, were covered in cold sweat, becoming damp and sticky.

The closed door opened a narrow crack, and she took the opportunity to peek, catching a glimpse of long, slender, pale legs before closing her eyes again—the legs of a woman wearing red high heels.

Good heavens, this pervert is a woman.

Saint Karina dared not breathe deeply, trying her best to remain calm. Her high heels clicked on the tiled floor. The woman drew closer, a faint fragrance filling the air.

The woman in high heels approached the bedside with suspicion and stopped.

Then she heard the sound of shoes being taken off, and the mattress sinking. The woman brazenly climbed into bed and lay down beside her. The fragrance lingering in the air grew stronger, causing a slight dizziness.

A cold hand touched her cheek, its soft fingertips caressing her skin. The hand was frozen like an ice cube, definitely not the temperature a living person should have.

"I know you're awake."

The woman chuckled softly in my ear, her laughter chilling and piercing.

Saint Karina found herself unable to move.

275. It's impossible for there to be a starry sky.

The intruder's words plunged Saint Karina into an icy abyss.

Short and powerful, yet incredibly lethal, it disrupted her composure and plans. Her body felt as if it had been filled with dozens of kilograms of lead, and a strong sense of numbness permeated her limbs and bones.

Apart from being able to move his eyelids and mouth with difficulty, he is deprived of the ability to move other parts of his body, making him almost indistinguishable from a paraplegic patient.

She couldn't feel the peach wood sword in her hand; her whole body was chilled. A bone-chilling cold rose from the soles of her feet.

His closed eyelids were forced open by an uncontrollable force, allowing his eyes to focus on what was in front of him. His body remained in a side-lying position, and he could see the woman lying beside him.

The first thing that catches the eye is a red dress.

The colors were glaringly bright, like a raging fire or flowing blood. The vibrant fabric made the skin appear even paler, rather than naturally fair.

The thin fabric didn't look like a complete dress at all; it looked more like a large piece of red tulle torn into pieces, losing its shape, loosely wrapped around the woman's graceful body, just enough to cover some embarrassing parts.

The rest of their skin was exposed without any attempt to cover it up, displaying both wildness and ostentation.

It can be confirmed with 100% certainty that there is no bra or fabric with a closed graphic pattern formed by three non-linear line segments connected end to end under her skirt; it is definitely hollow.

Her body curves were faintly visible beneath the red tulle, which was simply irresistible.

The gaze lingers on the woman's most important area—her cleavage—above her abdomen and below her collarbone. She possesses an impressive cleavage; even a woman would blush, her heart would race, her breathing would quicken, and her body temperature would rise.

Even the extremely unnatural white spots didn't detract from the woman's beauty. Her features were three-dimensional and deep, making her a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Once you saw her, her image was etched into your mind and could never be erased.

Her lips were thin, her deep golden pupils were like whirlpools, her nose was delicate and straight, and her unmade-up face was far more beautiful than the so-called campus beauties and department beauties of Tianying University.

No, it's a complete annihilation.

Saint Karina seemed to be bewitched, looking at the other woman with a frivolous gaze that was unlike her own. After a long while, the woman finally broke the silence.

"You like looking at me this way so much?"

She deliberately flaunted her impressive cleavage, allowing it to move and sway in a seemingly natural way with her body movements.

"Does it look good?"

"..."

Not knowing how to answer, Saint Karina remained silent, pondering from where the woman had come in.

Unless she's not human, there's no way to explain how she could appear in the house so brazenly when the door lock was open and there was no hiding place.

"What are you thinking?"

The woman used her long, slender fingers to lift Saint Karina's chin, examining her closely with a flirtatious yet frivolous air.

That finger felt like a frozen shrimp taken out of the freezer, possessing the qualities of being slender, smooth, and cold, but with a much more comfortable texture than a frozen shrimp.

My feelings became very complicated, somewhere between fear and curiosity.

"I'm wondering... are you a human or a ghost?"

Saint Karina forced out a hoarse voice through clenched teeth. Her throat, tongue, and lips were numb with cold. Although she was clearly covered by a blanket, the temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped from summer to winter. Her body grew increasingly stiff, her blood flow slowed, and her mind gradually became sluggish.

"So, would you prefer me to be a human or a ghost?"

"Let's ignore the fact that you know my name for now. If I wanted to, it would be that none of this ever happened."

She stared directly into the woman's golden eyes, her chest heaving.

The woman looked young, probably in her early twenties. It was the first time I'd been so close to a young woman; it was understandable that I felt a little distracted.

Before bed, I watched a lot of those biology movies on websites starting with "P" that supposedly have a world-changing impact without leaving home, and it was hard for me not to have other thoughts.

Whether she's human or ghost, she's definitely beautiful.