After the Goddess’s Tragic Death, I Drew My Sword to Slay Ghosts

The goddess I secretly admired was deceived into going to Northern Myanmar.

Three years later, her ghost came to me for help!

It all started the night before last.

Around 1 a.m., I received a new delivery order.

The task was to buy some gauze and hemostatic medicine and deliver them.

The delivery fee was 15 yuan¹.

The destination was peculiar-a crossroads.

As an ordinary person struggling to make ends meet, I couldn’t afford to turn down money.

I quickly bought the items and delivered them to the designated intersection.

Late at night, the crossroads was deserted.

There was only an Old Lady squatting by a fire pit, crying as she burned joss paper.

I hesitated for a moment before walking over to ask if the order was hers.

“It’s mine,” she said.

The Old Lady was sobbing uncontrollably. She took the gauze and hemostatic medicine and threw them into the fire pit.

I froze for a moment and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you burning these for a deceased loved one?”

The Old Lady choked up and replied, “I’m burning them for my dead daughter. I dreamt of her standing at this crossroads.

Her stomach… her stomach… sob…

Her stomach was cut open… blood everywhere.

Her intestines were dragging on the ground.

She asked me to buy her some gauze and hemostatic medicine…”

As she spoke, the Old Lady broke down again, wailing, “Manman, my poor Manman. You were tricked into that hellish place in Northern Myanmar. How can you rest in peace?”

Manman. Northern Myanmar.

Those two words sent a shiver down my spine.

“Your daughter… is her name Ye Manman?” I asked.

“Yes. Do you… do you know Manman?” The Old Lady looked at me.

I took a deep breath.

“Did she used to study at An University?”

“Yes!”

I stood there, stunned, as memories from three years ago flooded back.

Back in my sophomore year, I had a crush on my classmate, the goddess Ye Manman.

She was gentle, beautiful, and academically outstanding.

I, on the other hand, was just a shy, poor guy from a humble background.

I knew I wasn’t good enough for her and didn’t dare to pursue her.

Instead, I would secretly buy snacks and drinks and leave them on her desk.

This caught the attention of Yang Lei, a rich second-generation guy who was also pursuing her.

In front of many people, he mocked me mercilessly.

He called me a toad lusting after a swan.

He sneered, “You, a pathetic loser decked out in cheap knock-offs, dare to like Ye Manman? If you know what’s good for you, kneel down and shout three times: ‘I’m a loser, I’ll never dare again.’ Otherwise, I’ll make sure your life becomes a living hell.”

At that moment, the goddess appeared.

She coldly reprimanded Yang Lei.

“Yang Lei, I’ve told you before-I don’t like you. What gives you the right to bully others?

Does having money make you special? Stop bothering me!”

After saying that, she gently comforted me.

“Classmate, don’t associate with people like him. So, you were the one leaving those snacks? Thank you. But I’m sorry-I’ve decided to focus on my studies during college and won’t be dating. Thank you for your feelings.”

She was so kind, so exceptional.

From that moment, I fell for her even more!

Yang Lei, humiliated by the goddess in front of everyone, was furious.

“Ye Manman, I like you because I think you’re worth it. You arrogant bitch, your parents are just poor teachers, and you dare treat me like this? Fine, don’t regret it later!”

I thought Yang Lei would cause trouble for me and the goddess afterward.

But surprisingly, he stayed quiet.

Until after the summer break.

News spread across campus that Ye Manman had been tricked into going to Northern Myanmar.

Apparently, her family’s financial situation wasn’t great.

During the summer, she wanted to find a part-time job but was deceived by an intermediary company.

After that, she disappeared.

Back then, there wasn’t much information online about Northern Myanmar.

I had no idea what she might face.

Yang Lei, however, approached me with a sinister grin.

“Zhou Yi, do you know what happens to women sold to Northern Myanmar?”

I instinctively asked, “What happens?”

Yang Lei smirked and patted my face.

“They become public property, passed around from man to man, forced to entertain clients. When their bodies are ruined and can’t be used anymore, they’re gutted for their organs and sold… Heh. Let that arrogant bitch act all high and mighty-she’s probably loving her life now, serving men every day.”

His words made my blood boil. I cursed, “Yang Lei, go to hell!”

I punched him, and we got into a fight.

I broke one of his ribs.

His influential family in the city refused to let it go.

I ended up paying a hefty sum, scraping together money from relatives.

The school expelled me, and I didn’t get my diploma.

After leaving school, I had to start working early to pay off debts to relatives.

I worked during the day and delivered food at night.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

I never expected to meet Ye Manman’s mother tonight.

I didn’t believe in ghosts or dreams.

She must have missed her daughter too much.

Thinking about the past, my eyes welled up, and I wiped away my tears.

But as I wiped my tears, the Old Lady vanished!

The fire pit that had been burning moments ago was gone too!

In the dark crossroads, I was the only one left.

Panic gripped me.

What was going on?

How could a living person disappear in an instant?

Just then, I heard a car horn behind me.

A white car honked impatiently.

A young man with yellow hair leaned out of the car window.

“Hey, delivery guy! Why are you blocking the road? Are you crazy?”

I quickly moved my electric bike aside and apologized.

“Sorry, sorry. I just saw an Old Lady burning joss paper here. She disappeared in an instant, and I found it strange.”

The yellow-haired guy’s face changed.

“An Old Lady burning joss paper? Was she wearing a green top, black pants, and glasses?”

I was surprised. “How do you know?”

The yellow-haired guy shivered and looked uneasy.

“A month ago, that exact Old Lady was burning joss paper here at night. She got hit by a drunk driver and died! It was all over the news. You didn’t hear about it?”

I didn’t believe him. “Are you joking? Are you saying I saw a ghost?”

The yellow-haired guy muttered curses under his breath.

“Who cares what you saw. Damn it, Amitabha, Amitabha.”

He chanted Buddhist prayers as he drove off.

I sat on my electric bike, shivering as the night wind blew.

I immediately pulled out my phone and searched for keywords:

Anyang City, crossroads, drunk driving, Old Lady.

The first search result was: “Drunk driver kills elderly woman in tragic accident.”

I clicked on the link.

The content made my blood run cold.

The webpage featured two photos.

One was of the yellow-haired guy, and the other was of the Old Lady burning joss paper.