Following the instructions, Bella studied carefully while trying to apply theory to practice, cautious not to end up with spare parts after recklessly meddling with the engine.
After undergoing an internal conflict, the white-dressed female ghost finally snapped out of her bug regarding gender issues and tried to redirect the situation back to its ordinary course.
“Take me home,” she said in a deep, magnetic voice, biting her lip and throwing a flirtatious glance.
Unfortunately, her seductive look was wasted on Bella, who was visually impaired by such cues.
“Don’t bother me. Can’t you see I’m learning here?” Bella replied impatiently, flipping through the repair manual and occasionally tapping here and pressing there.
Bella’s unconventional approach left the female ghost stuck in a repetitive loop.
“Take me home.”
“Take me home.”
“Take me home.”
Frustrated by the lack of response from the engine, which seemed to be adversely affected near the female ghost, Bella realized she had to leave this back road quickly, especially since she was worried about those unlucky vampires catching up.
“Can you fix my truck?” Bella asked.
Never having faced such an unreasonable request, the white-dressed female ghost was almost at her breaking point.
Maybe it had been a more excellent vehicle, but this was just a rundown pickup truck still reeking of potatoes.
But there was no choice but to fix it; she was tired of lingering there with Bella.
She gently tapped the engine hood.
To Bella’s delight, the truck started up!
The female ghost stared intently at her: “Take me home.”
Bella thought about it—leave first, ghost or not, and kick her out if needed. Yeah, the plan was sound!
She opened the door and gestured to the ghost, “Get in.”
Miraculously, the pickup was back to normal, its engine roaring pleasingly.
As Bella drove, she glanced at the female ghost, planning where to drop her off.
The ghost undeniably had assets—viewed from the side, she was much larger than the slender Bella, even more significant than the extreme sports-loving Natasha. What had she been eating to grow like that? It was just unscientific!
The truck hadn’t gone far when the female ghost’s demeanor started normalizing, as if she was entering work mode.
She seductively unbuttoned the top of her blouse, which only earned her a fierce glare from Bella.
What the hell? This reaction was all wrong!
She skipped to the next stage, lightly brushing her dress and slowly rolling it up, looking expectantly at Bella.
Good Lord! Did this ghost dare to compare legs with the top ‘leg celebrity’ from Fox High?
For practicality and to maintain her appearance, Bella wore a slightly longer white printed T-shirt and dark blue frayed denim shorts, the front tucked into the shorts, with black sneakers on her feet.
The spacious interior of the pickup allowed Bella to lean back, lift her right leg onto the dashboard, and point first at the ghost, then at herself, fully displaying her dominance.
The ghost was dumbfounded for nearly five minutes before recalling what to say next.
Her voice had lost much of its allure, at least half of her seductive tone. She asked routinely, “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
Bella’s face darkened immediately—what was this, an outright challenge?
She stopped the truck, grabbed her handbag, quickly touched her makeup, and carefully combed her messy hair. “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
Still slightly dissatisfied with her makeshift makeup, Bella made a few more adjustments before assertively asking, “Do you think I’m beautiful!?”
What the hell was this situation? Are you discriminating against me? The female ghost was internally collapsing, unable to utter her final scripted line, “Come home with me.”
If she were still an average human, she could ignore such questions—what did her beauty have to do with anything?
But as a ghost, this was a core tactic in seducing passing men; if she were too ugly to scare children, no amount of lust could trick them. Her beauty was crucial.
Bella’s psychic energy also had a significant suppressive effect on the female ghost, her words filled with nearly terrifying confidence, forcing the ghost to respond to the question.
“You are more beautiful than me.” After uttering these words, her core shattered, unable to maintain her spectral form, and she disintegrated into ash within seconds.
“That’s it?” Bella was slightly shocked. All she did was state the truth—she hadn’t done anything drastic. Looking around, there were no signs of the female ghost’s spirit energy; the unfortunate ghost had dissipated.
“Even the female ghost admitted it! It seems this is the truth, and I am too beautiful! Ahahaha—” Bella laughed, moved by the ghost’s heartfelt praise.
The praise from the female ghost was more intense than
That from Charlie and Jacob combined. Charlie and Jacob praised her out of love, with a vital subjective element, whereas the white-dressed female ghost was purely sincere, costing her life.
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