Chapter 101

"Welcome home!"

The sound reaching his eardrum was low and eerie, carrying a bone-chilling malice, like a cold snake sliding across his spine, making Yang Tuo's heart clench violently, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead.

Yang Tuo: "???"

A rotting touch, a pitch-black palm, an eerie voice... A ghost story come true?

His scalp went numb, his heart pounded like a drum, heart-pounding with fear.

He hurriedly turned his head to look down the stairs, but discovered there was no one there; where was even a trace of Feng Yuhuai's shadow?

"She abandoned me and ran away herself?!!!"

A wave of anger, fear, and resentment surged in his heart, unstoppable like a tsunami.

Yang Tuo's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, wanting to cry for help, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, the sound emitted merely a weak gasp.

That terrifying and disgusting touch made his whole body tremble, his entire body seemingly controlled by an irresistible force, involuntarily dragged inside the room.

In the instant he was dragged in, Yang Tuo thought of the ghost story in the car; the male protagonist was finally dragged into the shadow by a black hand, and three months later returned to the woman's home.

"If this ghost story could completely come true... that would be great!!!" Yang Tuo roared in despair deep in his heart.

Yang Tuo was dragged into the room.

Only at this moment did he see clearly in horror that there were two ghosts in the room.

One had an ugly, terrifying face, speaking to him, while the ghost hand dragging him wasn't his, but another ghost almost hidden in the darkness, its face unseen.

If the latter hadn't opened its mouth to reveal a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, he would almost have misunderstood.

"No, Feng Mu!"

A ghost speaking human language?

The horrified Yang Tuo abruptly came to his senses, realizing it was a human not a ghost, and infinite courage instantly arose in his heart.

He abruptly circulated the power within his body, raised his leg, straightened it, and fiercely kicked forward.

The next moment, courage drained away like a receding tide; Yang Tuo looked on in horror as his leg was twisted into a knot.

Infinite courage completely turned into infinite anger, anger at Feng Yuhuai's flight, anger that the one killing him was a human not a ghost.

"Where is Feng Mu?"

The ugly face pressed against his, gloomy eyeballs seeming to want to drill into his eyes.

"Oh, he doesn't know, then die."

With a crisp crack, his entire neck was crushed by immense force; rotting fluid mixed with blood splattered on the door.

Yang Tuo fell heavily to the ground; before death, his mind was full of resentment and hostility: "The one who killed me wasn't a ghost, then how do I become a ghost, I really want, really want to come back and find Feng Yuhuai aaaaah——"

Yang Tuo breathed his last, a pair of bulging dead eyeballs staring at the bedroom inside the door, at the empty space under Feng Yuhuai's bed.

Beside his corpse, a phone slid out of his pocket; the screen displayed — Mother Du Li's incoming call display. The phone emitted a buzzing vibration, as if desperately calling back her son's resentful spirit.

Feng Yuhuai had no leisure to care whether Yang Tuo would still seek her after death; she felt no guilt, because she had never truly believed she broke her promise.

She had once said she wouldn't abandon the male protagonist to escape alone, but in her life's script, she herself was the undisputed female lead, while Yang Tuo, was he even qualified to be the male lead?

In the pitch-black alley, she ran forward desperately like a wild beast escaping a trap.

Her shoe soles trod heavily over garbage and mud pits; each step splashed muddy water, the filthy water splashing onto her white uppers, dyeing them the color of sludge.

Footsteps pursuing from behind were like drumbeats striking her heart, urgent and heavy; the distance Yang Tuo bought with his life was rapidly shortening.

Feng Yuhuai's heart beat wildly in her chest; every throb seemed to strike at her fear.

She suddenly glanced back, only to see the pursuer in the darkness seemingly merged with the night, features indistinguishable in the heavy shadows.

Only that mouthful of white teeth opening and closing with each breath appeared exceptionally horrifying in the dim night light, sending a chill through one's heart.

The only thing Feng Yuhuai could clearly capture was the sound of rotting corpse fluid splattering onto the ground as the pursuer swung his arms.

The viscous liquid hit the ground, emitting a nauseating sound, like a monster's drool dripping from its gaping maw while pouncing on prey, stretching every nerve of hers to the limit, a bone-chilling sensation spreading from her spine throughout her body.

"The male lead in the ghost story at least used his life to block the monster; Yang Tuo, you waste, how did you still let the monster catch up to me?"

Uncontrollable fury surged in Feng Yuhuai's heart; the power of her "Snake Transformation Jin" was pushed to the limit, like an internal torrent about to burst its dam.

On her originally exquisite face, blue veins bulged like winding little snakes, slowly twisting.

This martial arts genius beauty, usually ranking top in school with outstanding grades, at this moment had not the slightest thought in her heart of turning back to fight the pursuer.

Feng Yuhuai's heart held only one word now — flee!

Past pride was like the white shoes on her feet, all trampled by herself into the rotten mud.

A faint realization rose in Feng Yuhuai's heart: "The pride and dignity I once valued are just like weak plaster on a wall, so fragile and worthless before life and death; only living, only living is everything."

If time could turn back, Feng Yuhuai would absolutely have listened to her heart's sensing, absolutely would not have forced herself to step into the building's hole.

"I am exactly the kind of genius with especially sharp perception the Martial Arts Instructor spoke of, who gets a premonition before danger arrives; I absolutely cannot die in this pitch-black broken alley; as long as I can escape with my life, my Feng Yuhuai will definitely have a boundlessly bright future."

The dark Number 2 behind her obviously didn't think so; he let out a low malicious roar, his throat depths emitting a low malicious roar.

The Ant Stick in his hand flew out like a venomous snake, tearing through the night sky, aiming straight for Feng Yuhuai's back of the head, its momentum fierce, like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

The sound of tearing air was sharp and fierce, like Death's silent soul-reaping tone; the low malicious roar vibrated the air, that low roar reverberating in the air, as if the muffled man's voice from the phone echoed in her ears once more.

"Feng Mu, it's Feng Mu's Senior Brother from the phone, he actually really dared send someone to take my life!!!"

Panic and chaos surged in Feng Yuhuai's heart; her beautiful eyes widened, flames seemingly jumping in them, anger burning in her chest, uncontrollable.

"If I can escape with my life today, in the future I will definitely kill Feng Mu!!!" Feng Yuhuai vowed viciously in her heart.

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(End of Chapter)