Chapter 185 Chapter 180 Cold Smile
The bank card password must be related to the soul wound.
Thinking of this, Ji Ma began to feel a headache.
My ex-girlfriend… my darling.
Deep down, I felt weak, and emotions of longing for my ex-girlfriend began to rise within me.
I spoke too harshly, hurt her; she was still a good girl, just afraid that I would use my father’s illness to extort her…
This thought was both strange and familiar.
Ji Ma pinched her own fingers and took a deep breath.
She called upon her anger to drown this emotion.
I want to torment her to death! Who does she think she is? An ant on the ground! I even betrayed my beloved; why not gut her, skin her, and pull out her bones? First, torment her, make her wish she were dead, then use her bloodline to draw out her relatives and friends.
They are all bad people, and each one of them deserves to die, painfully.
Her best friend is a bad person, colluding with her to deceive me. Her parents are bad people for raising this piece of work; her friends are bad people…
I don’t know how long it took before Ji Ma calmed down and noticed that the person next to her withdrawing money had long disappeared, possibly affected by her vengeful emotions.
Her chest no longer ached.
The previous emotions receded, and reason took hold.
Even she could not understand herself from just a few minutes ago.
Just the thought that she had had the idea of adoring her ex-girlfriend made her tremble; it felt like a possession, her inner demons trying to take over her.
She couldn’t help but think of Jenna. Young Master Yi used his inner demon to make Jenna, a powerful person, end up in a very embarrassing situation. Although he died in the end, it once again proved a principle: weaklings should not provoke the strong, even if you are the richest person in the city.
But the whole process was akin to an NTR plot in a little yellow book.
Ji Ma pulled out her bank card and decided to quickly complete the main quest of “Revenge.”
She felt irritable, and upon seeing the remaining 83% magic power in her personal system, her annoyance grew.
She had actually spent so much magic power while being invisible.
Ji Ma turned and walked away; the cold sweat soaked her soft evening dress, sticking to her back. She really wanted to change clothes, but if not for her poverty, why would she wear the same outfit for two days?
If she weren’t somewhat clueless about supernatural powers in Huaxia, why would she be poor? She could just inquire about wealthy people’s names, threaten their lives with curses, extort money from them—wouldn’t that be a hundred times better than her current situation?
In her thoughts, Ji Ma found a phone repair shop. The boss greeted her warmly upon seeing Ji Ma: “Hey there, your phone’s fixed, but the buttons aren’t working perfectly.”
Fortunately, she didn’t jump from a higher floor in her past life; otherwise, this little gadget would have broken long ago.
Without saying a word, Ji Ma simply took her phone.
“That’s 432 yuan.”
“Wait a minute.” After getting the phone, Ji Ma quickly powered it on, and the screen lit up.
The boss said, “I charged the battery for you; no rush on the payment.”
Fortunately, the phone had no password.
In the middle of the screen was a box displaying a line of red text: “29 missed calls.”
She opened it to see a long list of red numbers, all from An Ning and An Tuo; their phone numbers accounted for all 29 calls.
Besides the company, no one had called her on the day Wan Ziqi disappeared.
Ji Ma checked the call log and saw a missed call labeled “Baby,” which had been dialed 53 times, connecting only once.
Her chest began to ache again; she recalled that just before jumping, she had connected with her ex-girlfriend, the specifics of which she did not want to recall, desperately trying to forget.
Yet the emotions that surged made her feel uncomfortable, and an illusion appeared before her—an approaching concrete surface speeding toward her.
She knew it was a hallucination, but she couldn’t dispel it.
“Hey, are you done?” the phone repair boss asked. “I need to close.”
Ji Ma, feeling irritated, retorted, “Do you feel sleepy? Why don’t you just take a nap?”
As her words fell, the repairman’s eyes closed, and he leaned on the counter, falling asleep.
The illusion finally dissipated. Ji Ma took a deep breath, opened “Baby,” and saw her ex-girlfriend’s phone number, very familiar.
In an instant, Ji Ma recalled many things about her ex-girlfriend.
Her name was Gui Zhi Hui.
The shattered illusion in front of her rearranged itself into Gui Zhi Hui’s face.
With no makeup, she looked innocent, like a girl at the table… Clearly, she could only say she had slightly more than average looks, not enough to even pass the maid selection threshold.
But she smiled at me, her teeth neat and white.
Gui Zhi Hui’s smile felt like a fist hitting Ji Ma’s face.
She became confused, her heart softening.
She recalled during their joint travels and mountain climbing, Gui Zhi Hui always organized everything perfectly. When they climbed the mountain and Ji Ma was exhausted, she would turn back, smile at her, and hand over half-drunk water.
For a moment, Ji Ma found new energy and climbed to the top of the mountain in one go, while Gui Zhi Hui struggled behind, laughing and saying, “Wait for me, don’t leave your wife behind!”
She was a good girl.
Ji Ma suddenly resisted this deep-seated emotion. She remembered her thirty beautiful concubines, each with their own traits. In terms of beauty, fashion sense, eloquence, and demeanor, who was not far behind that detestable woman?
Even a maid of noble birth could only lie at my feet like a dog, at my disposal.
But the effect? It could only be described as mediocre.
She stared at the face of Gui Zhi Hui, glaring fiercely.
Ji Ma recognized that Gui Zhi Hui’s supposed “no makeup” was not truly barefaced; it was just a look styled to appear so. Although her so-called “sweet nothings” were somewhat acceptable, the way she spoke, her expressions, were all put on.
Judging by her posture, Gui Zhi Hui could clearly have surpassed Ji Ma back then but pretended to be out of breath, trailing behind Ji Ma, just waiting for the right moment to say her “sweet nothings”—it was overly contrived.
Gui Zhi Hui was nothing but a hunter hunting prey.
The illusion finally disappeared.
Ji Ma breathed a sigh of relief; that wicked woman! She deserved to be put to death.
But then she thought of George. She and Gui Zhi Hui were no different in essence; they too were hunters hunting. The only difference was that George was not just a mere prey, but also her beloved.
Unconsciously, Ji Ma pressed the dial button, placing the phone tightly against her ear.
“Beep! Sorry, the number you dialed is already in conversation—”
Ji Ma dialed a few more times, with ten minutes in between, and every time it said the line was busy.
Very rarely did calls last over ten minutes.
Ji Ma, recalling from her knowledge base, concluded that she must have blocked her number.
“Heh heh.” Ji Ma chuckled coldly, “Turns out she’s a fraud.”
Why was the truth so clear, yet she still said, “Turned out to be a fraud”? That damned soul wound always made me want to lick her toes.
But Gui Zhi Hui must not have thought that she had toyed with the pitiful Wan Ziqi at will, draining her completely, while Wan Ziqi transformed into a demon to return home for revenge.
Ji Ma looked at the phone number, blinked, and performed a quick divination.
Blessed by the master of bizarre transformations, her vision revealed a line of universal text:
“Name: Fang Shijun.”
“Gender: Female.”
“Age: 22.”
“Height: 158 cm.”
…
“Bank Card Password: 981157.”
“Current Address: Mo Du Yangjiang Road…..”
Seeing the first line, Ji Ma’s expression faltered slightly.
The name revealed by the divination only shared a few strokes with Gui Zhi Hui.
Either the divination was wrong, given the change in environment—it’s anyone’s guess what trouble that could lead to—back when she was a programmer, she hated setting up environments the most.
Or she was foolish beyond imagination. After dating for so long, holding hands and kissing, giving her my entire fortune, yet I didn’t even know what her real name was.
For a moment, Ji Ma found herself hoping her divination abilities had malfunctioned.
She glanced at the phone repairman, who was sprawled asleep on the glass counter, blinked, and received an incredibly detailed piece of information: not only did she know the bank card password, but she also knew it was in the right pants pocket of his wallet’s second layer, which was an Industrial and Commercial Bank card.
There was a deposit of 98,541.7.
Ji Ma did not intend to steal—nor was it really stealing; it was just using her abilities to make money—was that considered theft? No, it was earning.
She was cautious; she did not want to “earn” money herself.
Besides, if she was going to earn, she wanted to earn a wealthy person’s money. Someone who had to labor was definitely a poor ghost; how much money could a poor person have? Spending magic power on them would be a waste.
Since she knew the bank card password, naturally, she also knew the name of the phone repairman.
Ji Ma called out, “Wei Shanbin!”
“Ah?”
The phone repairman lifted his head, squinting and asked, “Did you call me?”
“It’s nothing, you keep sleeping; you look very tired.”
The repairman lowered his head and continued to sleep.
Ji Ma chuckled coldly, her laughter growing quieter: “Hehehe….”
The corners of her eyes grew damp; she wiped them, shaking off tears.
Finally, in a chilling voice, she whispered three words: “Fang Shijun.”
Like a witch’s curse.
Looking at her bank card password, it seemed somewhat familiar—perhaps it was due to memories being awakened. Ji Ma became increasingly sensitive like a programmer.
It could be a date in the format of YY:MM:DD:HH; since the bank card password was six digits, the first two digits were omitted, and the current date was…
Ji Ma looked at her phone’s date, starting with 20.
She calculated in her mind, subtracting Fang Shijun’s age, arriving at exactly 1998.
Thus, 981157 should be her birth date, which meant November 5, 1998, at 7 AM.
With this thought, a guess formed in her mind, her chest no longer ached so intensely.
Ji Ma opened Alipay, scanned the QR code, entered the old payment password, which she entered incorrectly twice. On the third try, she used her ex-girlfriend Fang Shijun’s birthday.
“Insufficient balance.”
The password was correct.
The balance was only 11.2 yuan.
Ji Ma topped up her balance, paid, and turned to leave, quickly heading toward the ATM. As she quickened her pace to a slow run, eventually breaking into a sprint.
Inserting the card, she entered 981157 at the ATM; the password was correct, balance visible. She turned and bolted back to her rented room, opened her laptop, inputted the password 981157, and it was correct.
The computer screen displayed blue skies and green grass.
Ji Ma collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, where a patch of black mold stood out conspicuously.
Ji Ma suddenly chuckled: “Hehehe….”
Her voice was cold, like a blade scraping bone.
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Related date: This work is set in a parallel world, so many significant events will not occur in this timeline. Thus, dear readers, please do not ask why it is year XX and why certain events have not happened.
