Chapter 1134: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 21

Ye Susu rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a bag of treasures, and jumped down.

"Who!"

The two thieves heard the landing sound, immediately shouted loudly; the little thief was scared to death, hid behind the big thief, dared not make a sound, only furtively poked his head out, squinting to look.

Just looking at it caused trouble.

"Ahhhh, boss! This female ghost has four legs!"

The little thief was about to be scared out of his wits, hoarse wailing, as if he had already been badly hurt by a vicious ghost.

The big thief had been observing whether it was a ghost, but hearing that shout from behind made him drop to his knees in fright, almost losing his voice in a wail; suddenly realizing something, he clapped a hand over the little thief's mouth: "Don't make a sound!"

"As storytellers often say, if you don't make a sound, the ghost won't notice you!"

The little thief nodded frantically, not daring to speak again.

Then the two watched helplessly as the four-legged female ghost, right before them, tore off a bloody leg!!

The little thief's breath caught, feeling chills from head to toe, even suddenly recalling his great-grandmother's name.

Moreover, the female ghost slowly dragged the blood‑stained leg behind her, holding it up before them in a Youyou tone.

"You…… want to eat?"

The big thief stared at the severed leg about to touch his nose tip, his heart pounding like a drum, and slowly swallowed saliva.

"Hold it…… can't scream."

"Absolutely cannot!"

"Smack!"

"His leg suddenly felt a sharp sting."

The big thief, doubtful and trembling with fear, looked down—a pallid hand with sharp nails slapped his thigh; following the arm upward… it was reaching out from the female ghost's empty pant leg.

The big thief shuddered all over, closed his eyes, and dropped to his knees.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Scared, the little thief shivered and knelt as well, "I can't see, I can't see me..."

Ye Susu: "……"

This is too much to be frightened by.

"Hah!" she made a ghost face, and another wave of screams came.

"Boring, boring."

"Bring on the next one!"

Ye Su jumped back, staring at the bloody face, and gave Jiang Yao a hehe smile, "Your turn, go!"

Jiang Yao: "Ew, stay away from me!"

She slightly bent over, her fingers wrapped around transparent threads, manipulating the paper doll; skilled with whips, her wrist was very agile, and the paper doll moved lifelike under control.

The paper doll's face was also smeared with phosphorescent powder that glows in the dark, bright rouge, stiff ash‑gray cheeks, and rough eyes staring fixedly.

The big thief once again faced the impact, face to face with the paper doll, as if he could see the lifelessness in its eyes……

Eyes—this paper doll has no eyes.

Having wandered the martial world, the big thief had heard some folk tales; perhaps to comfort himself, he forced a laugh: "Hahaha…… paper doll…… paper dolls need their eyes dotted to become ghosts…… you, you definitely can't!!"

"Right, can't!"

The little thief, who didn't dare lift his head, firmly agreed.

"Hehe……"

The paper doll tilted its head to look at them, its crimson lips curling, a voice seeming to come from above: "Then let's use your blood."

"Come give me eyes!"

Those lifeless eyes slowly turned, fixing on the big thief.

"Ahhhhh——"

The two thieves simultaneously pointed at each other, "Use his blood!"

The big thief kicked at the little thief's butt, "Get lost, still trying to harm me!"

After kicking, he ran off, leaving the little thief alone to the paper doll.

"Ahhhh, boss!"

"Don't call me! I can't die!"

"No…… it's not, boss!"

The little thief looked at the white‑clad female ghost following behind the big thief; his face was as pale as paper, his gaze more terrifying than the paper doll's.

His legs trembled, "Boss…… behind you…"

The big thief suddenly became alert, his neck stiffened, half his scalp went numb, feeling that eerie chill from behind.

He slowly turned his head, and saw the female ghost give a faint cold smile, yet it was more frightening than anything before.

"Ahhhh, female ghost!"

The big thief bolted, looked left and right, spotted a well, and both of them jumped into the mouth of the well—getting choked by water is better than seeing a ghost!

With no props, just letting her hair down, Si Ning stood where she was, thought for a moment, then slowly walked to the well's edge to wait.

Five seconds later.

"Ahhhhh——"

"There's a zombie!"

The two thieves who had almost collided head‑on with Tingyang scrambled up the well's edge, rolling and crawling, terrified of being grabbed by the zombie.

Standing at the well's mouth, below is the female ghost with a crooked neck, and below that is a zombie that has been dead for who knows how many years.

The little thief trembled all over, having already seen his great‑grandmother from the doorway.

Boss...... I, we... are we really going to die here today?

Door...... go inside the house!

The big thief's mind sparked; he jumped down and ran for the house, as if grasping at the only straw of salvation.

They were already in a sorry state, with blood marks on their necks from being strangled by invisible thin threads; immersed in fear, they hadn't noticed, and their bodies were covered with the fake blood Ye Susu had smeared on them opportunistically, plus the phosphor powder rubbed off from the paper dolls.

They looked even more ghostly than real ghosts.

Sining drove them into the room, having completed the task without hurry, casually sat by the well mouth and began combing her hair.

In the dim courtyard, beside the dry well, sat someone combing long hair.

On the black cloth, Jiang Yao and Ye Susu: "..."

Jiang Yao endured, couldn't hold back, "She's always been this... weird, huh."

Ye Susu frowned, "Yes."

Before the two could finish talking, they saw the big and small thieves who had burst into the room again let out piercing screams.

This time their cries were louder than ever before, almost despairing.

Xie Yuancheng, who was hiding and observing, was startled into a shudder, shrank further into Jin Chen's embrace, and muttered, "Really scary." Xie Yuancheng complained offhand.

Jin Chen patted his back, his gaze toward the outside full of interest.

The big and small thieves remained dumbstruck, tightly staring at the two graves before them.

Inside the room there was nothing, only two mounds of earth and a table and chair placed before them.

On each mound was stuck a portrait, exactly their faces!

Wanzhou and Ling Xiuyu, who had sneaked away, bumped fists.

"You draw really fast," said the dirt-covered Wanzhou with feeling, "Cultured people are just amazing; a few searches and the picture is done!"

Ling Xiuyu modestly said, "Can't compare to Yuancheng's talent for ink-wash painting."

Then I really ought to see it someday.

Ah-choo!

Xie Yuancheng sneezed for no reason, "Who's cursing me?"

"Shh...... they're going to find out." Jin Chen rubbed his head, soothing him softly.

The small thief finally found his voice, "Boss...... could it be that we're already dead?"

"Is...... is that so?"

The big thief also began to doubt, "Could we have already died in the Beifeng State?"

Creak——

The room door opened again.

Sining, whom Jin Chen had arranged to undertake the talk task, floated in again silently.

"What's wrong with you all today...... you've become ghosts, yet you're still jumpy."