This place is quite unfavorable for ghosts to visit.
Zhao Xi's stepmother clearly has a story behind her.
No wonder Si said her family wasn’t full of good people—though it’s unclear whether Zhao Xi’s father is one of them.
But investigating this would be much simpler.
Just start digging into Zhao's Father’s company.
"Tool-person Radish."
Little Wei called out.
Little Nailuo: ???
"Little Wei, are you calling me?" Little Nailuo thought for a moment—her name was the only one remotely related to "radish."
But why "radish"?
She couldn’t figure it out.
"Yeah, go investigate what shady things Zhao Xi’s dad has done," Little Wei replied without hesitation.
"Why call me Radish?" Little Nailuo questioned the nickname.
"Because you can be stir-fried."
Little Nailuo: ???
She was NOT a radish!
Ugh, Little Wei was definitely messing with her out of spite. Was there no justice left in the world?
"I’m not stir-fry material," Little Nailuo puffed her cheeks. She was a system, okay? Even if she wasn’t officially registered yet, who in their right mind would cook a system for dinner?
Scary jiejie.
"Hurry up and go."
Little Wei had no interest in debating whether Little Nailuo was edible.
"Fine," Little Nailuo grumbled.
Meanwhile, Little Wei entered the Noblewoman’s room. Honestly, it was a bit underwhelming. Having experienced the lifestyles of the wealthy in Ming Xiaowei’s world, this small villa was nowhere close in comparison.
The Little Boy spotted Little Wei and immediately pointed at her.
"Mom, I see that big sister again!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The Noblewoman broke into a cold sweat.
She couldn’t see anything.
"But Mom, she’s right in front of you!" The Little Boy insisted.
Little Wei noticed the Noblewoman’s veins bulging on her forehead—she looked ready to smack her own child.
"Go take a bath. I’ll let you watch TV later," the Noblewoman said stiffly, dragging him to the bathroom before she lost her temper.
Her tongue was practically tied in knots from fear.
"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Si asked.
Knowing Little Wei’s personality, this was clearly mischief at work.
"Who, me? I’m just waiting for Little Nailuo’s investigation results," Little Wei chuckled.
The Zhao Family and Jiang Family had a feud. And the man Jiang Xixi was forced to marry in death? If things went as expected, he was still buried in the Zhao Family’s ancestral grave.
Little Wei intended to avenge the original host.
If the Zhao Family truly considered Jiang Xixi one of their own, they wouldn’t have abandoned her in that dug-up grave.
It was obvious they never saw her as human.
Then again, if they had, they wouldn’t have nailed her alive inside a coffin to suffocate.
"That’ll probably take a while. Even if her core is a supercomputer now, filtering through all that data still needs time," Si remarked.
Just then, Little Nailuo’s voice chirped in.
"Little Wei, I found everything!"
"That fast?" Little Wei was surprised.
"Should I send the files to your phone or print them out?" Little Nailuo asked.
Little Wei stepped outside before responding, "If it’s not too much, just print it."
"Got it! Just Zhao's Father’s dirty laundry, or anything else too?"
Little Nailuo had dug up everything—not just on Zhao's Father, but Zhao's Mother as well.
This way, Little Wei wouldn’t pester her as much.
She had games to play, after all.
"Give me all of it," Little Wei had plenty of time.
"Okay!" Little Nailuo printed the files and handed them over.
Little Wei’s arm suddenly sagged under the weight of a stack as thick as a thesis. Her lips twitched.
"Did it really need to be this much?"
Her arm was already sore.
"This is the condensed version, Little Wei," Little Nailuo said innocently.
She’d tried her best to cut it down.
Flipping through, Little Wei was speechless.
"Did you seriously include the time Zhao's Father stole another kid’s ice cream as a child?"
The sheer amount of irrelevant details was ridiculous.
"I thought you might ask!" Little Nailuo muttered defensively.
Little Wei: "…Fine, I’ll skim it myself."
That said, most of the intel was useful.
Zhao's Father’s business empire spanned real estate, cosmetics, and more.
Tsk. And the tragedies buried beneath were… telling.
He’d even driven people to suicide.
Little Wei narrowed her eyes. Though Zhao's Father had covered his tracks, his products weren’t clean either.
Exposing him? Child’s play for Little Nailuo.
She circled key points.
Then, near the end, she froze.
Turns out, Zhao Xi’s birth mother was indirectly killed by her stepmother. While Zhao's Father was busy doting on his mistress giving birth, he ignored his wife’s worsening health—until she died alone at home.
The records noted Zhao Xi’s mother loved wearing red dresses in life.
Now Little Wei understood why the Noblewoman was so terrified.
She’d mistaken her for Zhao Xi’s mother.
Well, in that case, Little Wei didn’t feel like tormenting the Noblewoman anymore.
Zhao's Father, however, was fair game.
"Radish, post everything I marked online. Also—can you find where the Zhao Family buries their ancestors?" Little Wei’s lips curled slightly.
Some debts needed repaying.
She refused to believe the idiot who forced Jiang Xixi into a ghost marriage had no lingering spirit.
Oh, he was definitely still around.
"That’ll take a while. I’ll need to trace their Qingming Festival travel routes through car data, and some of it might’ve been wiped," Little Nailuo hesitated.
"No rush, I’ll wait. By the way, what are the main leads doing now?"
"Eating," Little Nailuo answered.
Little Wei: "…"
At least they remembered to eat. For now, the protagonists weren’t in immediate danger.
Satisfied, Little Wei returned to the mountain. Workers were already relocating graves—some terrified, others tearful.
(Though fear dominated.)
"Tell them to demand compensation," Little Wei instructed the lingering spirits who approached.
"From the developers?" The ghosts caught on instantly.
Right. None of this would’ve happened if not for the developers.
They deserved to pay.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
