The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

"Do you remember if that person had big hands, or was very strong?" Little Taotie asked.

"I don’t know, I don’t know..."

"Can you let me see your memory, please?"

"Can you see my memory?"

The clerk seemed a bit confused, then she appeared to regain some clarity, her eyes widening: "How do you see me? I’m already dead, aren’t I? How can you talk to me, how can you see me?"

Little Taotie pressed her lips together: "I... can see."

"You can see ghosts?"

"Yes."

"So I’m really dead? Completely dead?"

The clerk let out a self-mocking laugh: "People shouldn’t take shortcuts. Look at me, alive and achieving nothing, not even knowing who harmed me after death. No wonder... No wonder people like me don’t have the fate to be successful."

"Sister, the focus now is to help you find the killer. You need to dissolve the resentment, otherwise..." Little Taotie looked at the black and gray smoke-like lines swirling around her and spoke with difficulty: "You might lose your mind before the Ghost Enforcer comes for you. Once you lose your mind, it’ll be hard to reincarnate, and even if you do, you might become a fool in the next life."

"Is there such a saying? You seem to know a lot."

The clerk self-mocked: "I used to think I was better than you. I graduated professionally, I’m not ugly. After all, you’re still young, who knows if you’ll grow crooked in the future, if you’ll be suitable for a place like the entertainment industry where things change so rapidly. I thought you might not be as good as me in the future, perhaps not even have a single line in a script, and I used malicious arrogance to imagine you, just trying to gain a little balance, but now I’m dead and only you can help me, I... feel very ashamed."

Little Taotie didn’t expect this sister, who looked so gentle while wiping her mouth, to have such bad thoughts about her future, but she didn’t mind. If this had remained unsaid, she wouldn’t have known.

"I didn’t know you thought so badly of me, nor have I thought about the future. If I can still be a star, I’ll be a star. If I can’t, if everyone doesn’t like me anymore, then I won’t be a star."

"Sister, there are many, many professions in the world. If you can’t do this well, you can switch to doing something else."

"My second brother once said, ’Trees die when transplanted, people live when they move.’"

"Sister, besides being an actress, there are many, many professions. You’re a college graduate; you have many jobs you can do. You can totally work to earn money and pay off your debts first."

"You don’t understand, I signed a contract. If you hadn’t met Brother Cheng back then, maybe you would understand."

The clerk spoke candidly about her deepest malice: "I’ve thought that if you hadn’t met a benefactor, maybe you’d still be worse off than me in this lifetime. Who knows what you might encounter at that shady company; no one can say for sure. I could still choose to refuse, not to compromise, but you probably can’t refuse."

Little Taotie blinked and clenched her small fist: "No one can force me to do what I don’t want to do! I’ll make them eat my fist!"

The clerk was taken aback and then chuckled silently.

Though her face was swollen from the water, her original appearance was very good, so even like this, she still looked quite nice.

"Sister, you must see clearly in your next life. There are so many choices, don’t be a tree that doesn’t move."

"I... might remember this."

She didn’t know if she had a next life.

Little Taotie touched her fingertip to the center of her brow and obtained a memory. This memory even contained perspectives the dead couldn’t see themselves.

It was a man with sinister-looking features, who reached out his hand and firmly pressed the back of her head.