Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
Jett picked it up and saw another unfamiliar number.
"Sir, it's the same phone number as before," Bianca said, pointing at her phone.
"Hello."
Jett answered the phone.
"Eh eh eh eh eh..."
Jett, "..."
"Speak human language."
"You will die in seven days!"
A sinister, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, indistinguishable as male or female, but evil nonetheless.
Jett's expression was stunned. A phone call predicting death in seven days? This felt like a scene from "The Ring".
Well, at least he didn't have to worry about Bianca's meals anymore. He was wondering how he'd manage with just 100 units of black mist, but this "delivery" seven days later is a bit too late. It would be better if it arrived earlier.
Thinking this, Jett picked up his phone and said in a negotiating tone, "Uh...seven days is a bit too long. How about tonight?"
The voice on the other end suddenly fell silent, seemingly stunned by the question.
"I said seven days, and it's seven days. You will die a miserable death then."
The being on the other end felt belittled and said angrily.
Jett was not pleased either. What kind of ghost was this, making him wait for seven days?
"No, it has to be earlier. Seven days is too late."
"If not tonight, how about tomorrow night?"
The being on the other end was speechless.
"I swear, you will die a miserable death, a very miserable one. You will die!"
The being on the other end began repeating the same threatening words in a low voice, trying to intimidate Jett.
Jett didn't care. Either come early or don't come, don't waste my time.
"Stop talking. I've seen enough. You're just a coward with a big mouth. All talk and no action. Even as a ghost, you should have some professional skills."
Jett complained impatiently.
"I couldn't stand it anymore!"
After a sharp scream, the voice on the other end shouted, "You're dead. I'm coming to get you now. I hope you don't wet yourself when I arrive."
The phone call ended.
Jett took the phone away from his ear and muttered, "I hope this guy keeps his promise."
"Sir, is it a ghost?"
Bianca asked worriedly.
Jett nodded and said, "It'll be here soon. Should we welcome it?"
"Pfft!"
Bianca couldn't help but laugh. Jett was so funny. A ghost delivering itself? This was interesting. She wondered what expression the ghost would have when it saw Jett.
"Sir, I could handle these small things. You don't need to bother."
Bianca whispered.
"No, I have to do this myself."
Jett's tone was firm. Who knew if Bianca would generate black mist when she took action? So far, it seemed that only he could generate black mist when he took action himself.
Although some weak ghosts gave very little black mist, even a small mosquito was meat. Life was hard now, and they had to be frugal.
Ten minutes later.
Jett was getting impatient when the phone finally rang again.
He saw that it was the same number and answered immediately, "Are you here yet? Why so slow?"
The voice on the other end was choked by the question and couldn't speak for a while. After a moment, it said in a sinister tone, "I'm at your doorstep. If you have the guts, open the door."
"Bianca, open the door. Your meal is here."
Jett called out.
"Oh."
Bianca looked confused. Meal? What meal?
As soon as she opened the door, a blast of cold wind surged in from the hallway, blowing into the room.
In an instant, many of the room's furnishings were scattered, and many leaves outside rolled in with the wind. The lights also began to flicker.
"Delicious blood food. Here I come!"
A hoarse, eerie laughter filled the room, echoing in Jett's ears.
Before Jett could speak, another surge of immense resentment rose, causing the eerie laughter to stop abruptly.
Jett turned around and saw that the beautiful and cute Bianca was gone, replaced by a disheveled, cold Bianca.
"My little nest..."
Bianca was cold and her long hair flew. Threads of green light flashed through the gaps in her hair, and she kept muttering about her little nest.
The so-called little nest was her and Jett's home. She didn't mind if Jett messed up her hard-cleaned little nest; instead, she would be happy because it meant that Jett still needed her.
However, when this effort was trampled by something else, she couldn't bear it.
The originally cute and beautiful Bianca disappeared, transformed into the resentful spirit Bianca.
"Huh? Why is there another ghost here? Did this human offend her?"
The phone ghost looked at Bianca in confusion.
Then it turned to Jett and laughed, "Human, you're really asking for it. Not only did you offend me, but you also offended a peak resentful spirit. Even without me, you'll die a miserable death."
Looking at the constantly swirling resentment in the air, the phone ghost couldn't help but be amazed. This was probably more resentment than one would get from killing someone's whole family.
"Bianca, don't kill it."
Jett ignored Bianca's meal and just turned around and said.
"Yes...sir."
Although Bianca was a bit ferocious at the moment, she still had reason when facing Jett.
Before the phone ghost could even be confused, Bianca directly transformed into a resentful spirit and grabbed it.
"What the hell are you doing? If you want this human, I'll give you. I won't compete with you."
The phone ghost had just entered the resentful spirit stage and was no match for Bianca. Bianca captured it with one hand.
"Destroyed our house? You must be dead."
The phone ghost looked at Jett, who was calmly drinking tea, and understood the situation. This ghost was raised by this person.
The following scene was too gruesome to watch. Even Jett felt a bit uneasy and his eyelids twitched.
"This is what women are like. Terrifying when alive, even more terrifying when dead."
Jett thought, looking at the phone ghost that was no longer human-shaped.
Thinking back to when he first met Bianca, it was actually similar. After all, she was a resentful spirit who could intimidate a group of ghosts with just a sniff. She couldn't be weak.
"Kill me, kill me!"
After being tortured to the point of not being human, the phone ghost kept reaching out and shouting at Jett.
Jett finished his tea and said, "I'll kill you eventually. Just wait a bit."
Then there was another gruesome scene.
After a while, when the situation seemed to be under control, Jett tapped the table and said, "Bianca, more tea."
"Coming, sir."
The originally cold room suddenly brightened. Bianca, dressed in white and looking pure and cute, walked over to Jett, picked up his teacup, and walked towards the water dispenser, smiling continuously. There was no trace of her terrifying appearance from before.
The phone ghost beside her saw this and had a shocked expression, as if seeing a ghost itself.
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