I Wasn't Born Lucky

21-25 (Edited)

Chapter 21

The moment that Xiao Li entered the second instance, a private luxury clubhouse.

The woman with long wavy brown hair picked up a glass of red wine and leaned back on the sofa with noticeable discomfort on her face.

There was a middle-aged man sitting opposite her. He looked at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, the neon light reflecting off the surface. He put down his hand and murmured, "Mrs. Xiao, it is better to talk straight."

Xu Mei looked at the wine in her hand and slowly frowned. "Mr. Ye, is there any way to make a person disappear without anyone else knowing?"

The opposite man called Mr. Ye laughed. "Disappearing is simple but making no one notice is indeed slightly difficult. After all, the Xiao family is a famous family."

"That's why I can afford the price that Mr. Ye wants."

Mr. Ye picked up a bottle on the side, poured a glass of wine, dipped his finger in the liquid and wrote the number '5' on the table. "It is impossible for us to make someone disappear without a trace. Everything that exists must leave traces. Only ghosts are a natural weapon."

Every year in the entertainment circle, there were countless artists who raised ghosts and accumulated yin. They didn't hesitate to shed blood to become famous overnight.

Xu Mei looked at the other person's eyes and then drank the wine with satisfaction. "Deal."

She no longer wanted to wait. Xiao Ming running out of Xiao Li's room was the last straw while the oldest son studying abroad was coming back. Now was the best time to get rid of Xiao Li.

Mr. Ye was someone her good sister, a famous social flower in the circle introduced. He came from a mysterious background and did things nearly. Those who were tangled up in his 'ghosts' would go crazy and then commit suicide. It was a great way to make the death look like it was from mental illness.

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Midnight, at a classroom.

This time, Xiao Li was already used to the feeling of returning but he was a bit worried about whether he would appear in the classroom again. However, when he opened his eyes, he had returned to reality in the classroom at night.
Xiao Li pulled out his mobile phone and it showed that it was near 11 o'clock on the day he left school, despite staying at the orphanage for three days. The time flow rate was different from the first Nandu Girls' High School. Was it the difference between the novice instance and an official instance? Or was every instance world different?

Xiao Li walked out of the classroom and clicked on Zheng Yi's WeChat sign. There was a line of words asking about what happened at noon today. At this point, the school gate was closed and he could only find the guard to go out. Xiao Li didn't want the trouble and went straight to the back wall of the school, skillfully climbing over the wall.

The driver must've long gone back by this time. Xiao Li had no feelings for the Xiao family and didn't want to call the driver back. This was near a famous aristocratic university and taxis rarely came here. Xiao Li was thinking about what to do when an orange taxi stopped in front of him.

The driver was a thin man. His eyes stared straight ahead and his cheeks were sunken. He wore a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up high and the empty care icon in front of the taxi flashed like ghost fire in the darkness.

The teenager's movements momentarily paused but after glancing at the empty seat, he opened the back door, sat inside and reported the address of the Xiao family. The driver in the front row pressed the empty car button and the counter started ticking. The driver was quiet and had no intention of talking to Xiao Li. His arms were on the steering wheel, flat and steady.