The Bone Curses, Life Exchanges

My best friend mailed me the ribs she had removed during her weight-loss surgery and told me to make soup with them and send her a video.

I just couldn't bring myself to eat it, so I posted online asking for help.

An anonymous account left a comment under my post, "Don't drink it! This is called fate-altering through bone, she's trying to switch lives with you!"

An idea struck me, so I went to the market, bought a pound of beef ribs, made soup and filmed a video of myself drinking it for her.

Then I turned around and threw the ribs she gave me into a stone trough at a pig farm.

The next day, when I went to check, I saw the mother pig nursing five piglets stared at me with eyes full of hatred…

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"Selina, these ribs were specially removed for you during my surgery. You have to make soup and drink it and don't forget to send me a video." My best friend Agnes Sinclair sent a message, followed by a smiling emoji.

Right after that, I received a local express delivery. When I opened it, I saw two ribs, cut off with some sharp tool.

One of them still had bloodstains on it. I gagged and quickly pushed the box away.

Two weeks ago, Agnes said she felt fat and was going for full-body liposuction. I gently advised her that surgery was risky and she should think carefully.

Unexpectedly, she not only went through with the surgery, but also had two ribs removed.

I took a moment to calm down and replied to her: [Are you crazy? You want me to make soup with your ribs?]

[If you want to drink it, drink it yourself. I won't!]

As soon as I sent the message, Agnes called me. The ringtone sounded like a death knell, especially sharp in the middle of the night.

I looked at the smiling face flashing on the phone screen, hesitated to answer.

On the sixth call, my boyfriend Drew Jefferson suddenly appeared behind me and complained, "Selina, what are you daydreaming about? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

I froze and tried to stop him, but it was too late. He had already pressed the answer button.

I quickly grabbed the phone and went to the balcony to take the call.

Before I could say anything, Agnes's sickly sweet voice came through the receiver, "Selina, didn't we agree a few days ago? We'll be best friends forever! This is a special ritual between besties. As long as you drink the soup, our wish will come true!"

All the hairs on my body stood on end. Because I hadn't seen Agnes for two months and we hadn't even talked in the past week due to work. What does she mean by 'a few days ago'?

The last time we chatted, she was congratulating me on my lucky streak for dating Drew Jefferson, a rich second-generation heir. The more I thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

So I used a side account to post online asking for help, "My best friend wants me to make soup with her ribs and record a video of it, is this normal?"

Right after I posted, dozens of comments came in, "Hey, could you really eat that? I sure couldn't."

"I've heard of psycho boyfriends, but this is the first time I've heard of a psycho bestie. girl, are you just farming for views?"

"Exactly, I love reading twisted novels, but if this happened in real life, I'd be shaking."

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Amid the jokes and shock from netizens, I suddenly noticed one anonymous account stood out.

They posted three comments in a row, "Don't listen to her! This is called fate-altering through bone, your best friend wants to switch lives with you!"

"If you do what she says, your fate and body will swap with hers!"

"Hurry up and get rid of the ribs, but don't just throw them away or you'll be cursed. It's best to let a living creature absorb it!"