Chapter 3 - That was, if ghosts have teeth (3) (1/2)

Chapter 3 – That was, if ghosts have teeth (3)

The day she had transmigrated, Yu Duo was scared shitless by Fu Sinian.

There were screams of terror coming from the dark basement; there were blood stains in the hallway. Was that what you’d expect to see in a normal household?

She felt like she was treading on thin ice every day in the past three years that she spent with Fu Sinian. She had always worried that one of these days she’d inadvertently offend him and be dragged into that basement of his.

But, luckily, just like the script had it, Fu Sinian died in an explosion on a yacht and there was nothing left of him.

It was finally all over.

She no longer need to fear for her life every single minute, nor did she need to pretend to be a dodder flower under Fu Sinian’s control.

Yu Duo had finally made it. She was so happy she wanted to sing out loud.

“The sun in the sky is red… yiya yizhi youwei yaer yazhi youa… the masses had stood up to be the owners… yiya yizhi youwei yaer yazhi youa… the masses had stood up to be the owners… “ *

Even Fu Sinian, standing next to the tub…. No, one should say even the ghost of the once Fu Sinian, couldn’t stand her horrible singing. He looked at her toes sticking out of the water swaying from side to side in sync with the rhythm of the song.

Three years they had been married and he didn’t even know that his wife would sing this kind of songs.

A month ago, Fu Sinian was having a business negotiation on a yacht, perhaps it was a plan that had been in the works for a long time but he lost consciousness in an explosion. When he came to, he was already at his own funeral.

His current state was a bit interesting. He could see others, but he couldn’t touch anyone. Nobody could see or touch him.

He was what the general public would refer to as a “ghost”.

Except that Fu Sinian was a cultured and well educated person, and an atheist to top. He didn’t fall into this “general public” category. But now that it had become an undeniable truth, he must accept the fact that he was now officially a ghost.