Part 3The Ghost of Her Revenge

My rage soared, and my ghostly aura became even more sinister.

Suffering while alive, despised when dead. I really didn't get a shred of love.

Without hesitation, I lunged at my mom, intending to strangle her first!

But I was bounced back, my soul nearly shattering.

I was shocked. What happened?

The comments were also shocked.

"Holy sht, so that's why! The female lead wore red to turn into a vengeful spirit! I thought she just wanted to die pretty!"*

"Her mom believes in Buddhism and wears a blessed amulet consecrated by a master. It'll be hard for the female lead to kill her."

"Is this not a tragedy novel? Charging money to read the rest immediately!"

I looked at my mom's neck, where a golden light flashed and disappeared.

I remembered then, my mom had a habit of wearing an amulet.

Thinking about it, it was ironic. My mom only started believing in Buddhism after I was kidnapped.

She prayed day and night, hoping to find me.

But when I was found, she favored Sarah. Her annoyance with me eventually outweighed her love.

I smiled coldly, slowly floating up, and looked at my dad.

My dad didn't have an amulet.