With firm belief, she tremblingly took the cup from the host's hand, gritted her teeth and poured the liquid into her mouth.

Her mouth was filled with a strange taste, and her throat was very difficult to swallow every time. She didn't stop until there was only a thin layer of liquid left in the cup.

"I wish you a successful pregnancy." The host said nonchalantly to the side and stretched out his left hand in a gesture of invitation.

Returning to the previous room, Ding Yiyi immediately felt that her stomach was very uncomfortable, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her legs were so weak that she could only stand with the support of other items.

Her stomach was churning, and she covered her mouth and ran out the door. As soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she couldn't bear it anymore and vomited out.

Her stomach kept spasming after not eating much all day, and all she vomited out was yellow and white bile. She vomited for a while, then squatted on the ground and cried.

Not daring to wake up the others, she could only bite her lower lip and cry silently. The delicate lip was bitten, and a trace of bright red seeped out from the broken skin.

"Pitter patter." The strange sound was particularly clear in the dark night, and this time she was sure that the sound came from her own house.

She carefully stepped into the threshold, her eyes first resting on the Bodhisattva facing the door, and then slowly moved to the side. At this moment, she saw a scene that she would never forget.

A pale hand stretched out from the wall carved with large flowers. The arm was very slender. It seemed that it knew she was there and swayed towards the door automatically. It was extremely strange.

"Ah!" Ding Yiyi screamed miserably, turned around and ran towards the door. She ran very fast, the wind roared in her ears, and someone seemed to be calling her from behind.

"What's wrong with you?" An arm grabbed her firmly, and the owner of the voice had a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Ding Yiyi's mind was in confusion, and she subconsciously punched and kicked the person in front of her. It wasn't until her hands were firmly fixed that she raised her head in horror.

"Du Puyan?"

Her whole body went limp as if she had lost all strength, and the sweat on her forehead flowed into her eyes. She blinked to relieve the soreness in her eyes, and said feebly: "Why are you here?"

"The host here is my friend, what's wrong with you, you were so panicked just now." Du Puyan relaxed his restraint on her, his concern was palpable.

Ding Yiyi thought of the pale arm again, and she said in a panic: "There are strange things in the room I live in." She paused, and her voice suddenly became very quiet, "There is... there is a ghost."

Du Puyan's expression became very strange and his brows furrowed, "Are you too tired?"

"No." Ding Yiyi shook her head violently and eagerly pulled his arm, "I'll take you to see it."

The two of them came to the house where Ding Yiyi lived one after another. When the door of the house was opened, they could see the Bodhisattva inside facing the door.

"I'll go in and take a look, you stay here." Du Puyan walked in first, and his deliberately amplified footsteps came from the room.

After a while, he came out again, looking much more relaxed, "Come in and take a look, there's nothing."

Ding Yiyi walked in hesitantly. As soon as she entered, her eyes immediately fell on the carved wall. As expected, there was nothing on the wall.

"Impossible." She walked closer to the wall and looked carefully, but there was still nothing.

Du Puyan stood behind her, "Are you too tired and not used to living here?"
Chapter completed!