Chapter 8
“I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t expect you to be this dumb. There’s no such thing as a Lucky Frog. It was all just a psychological trick to make you fall right into the trap!”
As she spoke, the monk also walked in, holding a rusty ancient knife and a broken bowl.
“What do you mean? Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer!”
Erica struggled desperately, terrified.
But the monk ignored her and came to me, slashing my wrist.
The familiar pain hit. Blood poured out, quickly filling the broken bowl.
Erica looked shocked, even a bit gleeful.
In the next moment, the bodyguard grabbed her chin tightly and the monk poured the blood in the bowl into her mouth.
Then he pressed his hands together and started chanting.
After a moment, he opened his eyes again. “It’s done.”
Right after that, he stabbed the knife into Erica’s chest and slowly twisted it.
Blood dripped down the blade into the bowl.
The pain of having her heart pierced made Erica scream in agony and she quickly passed out from the pain.
After collecting the blood, she was tied up tightly and thrown into the corner of the bedroom with me.
After sending the bodyguards away, Julian and Selene held the frog together, kneeling earnestly on the ground..
The monk cast his spell while letting the blood in the bowl drip slowly onto the frog.
Each drop caused a flash of golden light. The frog croaked every now and then, but the sound had changed. It was more like a baby crying.
When Erica woke up and saw this strange scene, she gasped in shock.
“What are they doing? Didn’t I marry into a rich family? Why is this happening, hiss…”
Her wound ached and her voice was weak. The people performing the ritual were focused and didn’t notice us.
“Erica, if you want to stay alive, listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”
My suspicion was confirmed and I spoke quietly.
“The so–called Lucky Frog is just a trick. Look, this monk knows them and that mall belongs to the Blakes. And Mr. Lincoln already knew Julian. Even our visits to the temple were because people from their company suggested it.”
“Every time the frog croaked, something good happened just to make you believe it would bring you luck, to make you believe this marriage really was brought by good fortune. But
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actually, their real goal was to use your blood for some kind of ritual. As time went on, the frog would drain you completely and then you’d be useless to thern”
Erica stared at me tightly. “How do you know all this? So you really were rebom, figy
I said nothing, which was taken as a tacit agreement.
Erica suddenly became a bit distracted. “So in your past life, you got married and ignores me, not because you looked down on me or preferred the rich, but because you didn’t want to drag me into it? Turns out I misunderstood you.”
A hint of guilt flickered in her eyes, but soon she grew angry again.
“That’s not fair. If you knew this was a trap, why didn’t you warn me when I grabbed tha frog? You really aren’t a good person!”
I was left speechless. In my past life, she was jealous of me and killed me.
In this life, she clearly stole my stuff, yet in the end, I was still the one blamed,
But now was not the time to argue about this; right now, she was the only one I could rely
- on.
Maybe even Erica’s impulsive personality could become the turning point for our survival.
“Stop talking about this. Let’s untie each other first. We don’t know what this frog means, Julian and Selene clearly care about it like crazy. If we kill the frog when they least expect it, they won’t be able to handle it. When things get chaotic, that’s our chance to get out.”
