Evelyn plopped into the bathtub.

The shallow bathtub, she splashed a few times but still couldn't splash up, and drank several mouthfuls of bathwater...

Just as she was about to drown in the bathtub, she finally felt herself grabbing onto the edge of the tub, lifted her head up abruptly, and took a deep breath.

"Uh..."

Before people could recover from the fear of almost drowning, they saw a ghostly woman sitting in front of the bathtub, wearing white clothes.

The female ghost held a fruit knife, stuck out her tongue, and licked the blade.

"Heh..." She stared straight at Evelyn, grinning widely and somewhat intimidatingly, "I didn't drown... It's okay, let me tell you, I also like Martin."

"I hated other women coveting him, getting close to him."

"Did you see me? I even jumped off a building and committed suicide for him, turning into a ghost to watch over him... all to get rid of you delusional trash."

The fickle ghost floated up, its toes hovering above the bathtub, its toe tips occasionally swaying in front of Evelyn without any wind.

"Remember, next time if I catch you within a hundred meters of him, I will definitely kill you."

After the fickle ghost finished speaking, it threw the fruit knife next to the bathtub and disappeared.

"Uh..."

Evelyn suddenly opened her eyes!

She was gasping for breath, just now... Just now, did she almost drown? Did she faint?

Yes, she lost consciousness...

Evelyn was scared for a moment, but with a glance, she was horrified to find a fruit knife lying next to the bathtub.

Crash!

Evelyn was so scared that she fell into the bathtub again, almost repeating the same steps, but luckily she managed to grab onto the edge of the bathtub.

Her hand clenched tightly, she looked at the fruit knife in horror...

Who brought this fruit knife? She remembers that she didn't bring the fruit knife.

So, was it just her hallucination that she experienced just now, or... were there really ghosts?!

"Ah--"

This time, there were screams of terror and the sound of Evelyn crawling out of the bathroom in fear.

That night marked the beginning of Evelyn's downfall...

Outside the window, the fickle ghost hummed, "I hate these kinds of people the most, pretending to be righteous on the surface but not being good people behind their backs."

Everyone else got married, but he still rushed to go.

He said he was looking for his teacher, but his eyes were actually fixed on Martin.

Others made it clear for her to go away, but she still wanted to be a third wheel!

What a thing!

The bride ghost said, "The fickle ghost, how about I go in again and scare her?"

The fickle ghost pulled the hand of the bride ghost and said, "Let's go, let's go! They are having their wedding night tonight, so we can't cause any trouble. But we can go sneak a peek... no, we can go have some late-night wedding candies."

The bride ghost asked, "How did the fickle ghost sneak a peek?"

The fickle ghost said, "Don't make things up, when did I ever say I peeked."

The bride ghost said, "Sister, you just said."

The fickle ghost said, "You misunderstood, my dear."

The bride ghost: "..."

The two female ghosts sneaked back to the Murray family.

The result came when they thought that Susie and the unlucky ghost would meet up, Susie popped out a head.

"Where did the fickle ghost and the bride ghost go?" Little Yama smiled.

The fickle ghost and the bride ghost suddenly felt themselves transformed into cats in an instant, with their fur standing on end and their tails puffed up.

"I... I didn't go anywhere!" the fickle ghost chuckled, "It's just that your Uncle Martin got married, so now I have one less dream lover. That's why I was feeling down and decided to go out and clear my mind, with my wedding dress in tow!"

The bride ghost nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, to relax."

Susie: "No one got hurt, right?"

The fickle ghost subconsciously said, "Did I really say that? Am I the kind of person who has no sense of propriety... Ugh!"

I made a mistake and let it slip.

I was actually tricked by the little guy.

The fickle ghost played dumb: "Oh, it's time for the wedding night? Hurry up, bridal gown! Let's go watch the show!"

The bride ghost: "?"

The coward ghost emerged from nowhere and gave the fickle ghost a big wallop.

"What are you talking about in front of the children?" he said.

The fickle ghost covered its head and protested, "What did I say? I didn't say anything! I said I wanted to go see the wedding night celebration, not someone else's wedding night."

The bride ghost, who was led astray, nodded repeatedly and instinctively tried to clarify, "Yes, yes, the wedding night is meant for fun and games, but the bridal chamber is meant for... um."

The cowardly ghost smiled and said, "What does it matter?"

The fickle ghost blurted out, "Hole!"

The next second, the coward ghost was slapped hard.

The fickle ghost held his head and said aggrievedly, "It's not a hole, it's a room."

The coward ghost raised its hand...

The bride ghost grabbed the fickle ghost and ran away in a flash.

Susie kept nagging, "No, this won't work."

The fickle ghost could do anything.

Let's add a few more ghost-repelling symbols to Uncle Martin and Auntie Jinny's room first, based on the past tense.

So, it was their wedding night.

Susie covered Uncle Martin and Auntie Jinny's room inside and out with ghost-repelling symbols.

There was a layer stuck under the bed.

The wardrobe was pasted with a layer.

A layer was pasted behind the door panel.

The walls outside the room were covered with a layer.

The stairs outside the room were covered with a carpet.

In the middle of the night, the fickle ghost indeed dragged the bride ghost out secretly, ready to discuss the historical question of "Why Martin had weak legs due to calcium deficiency."

Before the outcome approached, a yellow light flashed and the two ghosts were thrown out, smacking against the wall on the other side of the corridor.

Couldn't even pick it off.

The coward ghost pretended to drink water as it passed by, lightly uttering, "Serves you right."

The fickle ghost: "..."

The bride ghost: "..."