A Little Scare Isn't So Bad

When Liu Haoyu drove back to the haunted house, Deng Xiaolin looked up at the atmospheric "haunted house" and immediately cheered.

"Hao Ge, Hao Ge! Can I pick a room to stay in inside?!"

Deng Xiaolin looked at Liu Haoyu with her two little eyes full of anticipation, her cute and coquettish demeanor attempting to elicit a positive response from him.

Unfortunately, Liu Haoyu wasn't going to dote on this little girl. He immediately flicked her forehead with his hand.

"No way."

"Ouch! If you don't want to, fine... stingy."

Deng Xiaolin rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit dejected.

Afterward, the two entered the haunted house. Deng Xiaolin looked around curiously, peeking here and there.

The eerie and terrifying atmosphere, in her eyes, was as festive as celebrating the New Year.

"Remember, don't move things around randomly."

Liu Haoyu said as a reminder, to which Deng Xiaolin nodded like a pecking chick.

After the incident at the reservoir, she had learned her lesson.

When Liu Haoyu brought Deng Xiaolin back to the bedroom, the young man spoke again.

"At midnight tonight, I'll take you around this haunted house to help me find something."

"Mhm, mhm, mhm!"

"For now, let's sleep."

To stay energetic for the night, Liu Haoyu usually slept in the early evening and woke up around midnight.

The period from dusk to midnight was when the yin energy wasn't as heavy, and with the sky darkening, it was at least more comfortable to sleep than during the day.

"Okay."

To experience a thrilling exploration of the haunted house, Deng Xiaolin naturally obeyed Liu Haoyu's instructions.

She calmed her excited emotions, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

Seeing Deng Xiaolin close her eyes, Liu Haoyu set up formations and placed firewood at the door and window before lying down.

Without a mat or bedding, Liu Haoyu could only sleep on the wooden planks.

So when Deng Xiaolin saw Liu Haoyu lying on the floor, she couldn't help but ask.

"Hao Ge, do you want to come up and sleep together?"

"No need."

Liu Haoyu, like a sigma male, ruthlessly rejected Deng Xiaolin's suggestion.

This angered her, causing her cheeks to puff up like a pufferfish as she resentfully turned over.

Liu Haoyu looked at Deng Xiaolin on the bed without a word.

Liu Haoyu naturally had his reasons for bringing Deng Xiaolin to this place.

Although this haunted house seemed dangerous, the previous buyers were only scared after moving in and were still alive and well.

And he himself had not only performed a somewhat offensive Ghost Sacrifice ritual but had also failed.

Yet, even in such a situation, he had not died.

Therefore, Liu Haoyu speculated... Qin Liu wouldn't kill anyone.

She was more likely to scare people away, driving off anyone who tried to enter the house.

This was good, it would be enough to scare this ignorant little girl, Deng Xiaolin.

So she wouldn't be thinking about ghosts and monsters all the time.

Outside the window, the dim moon gradually rose.

A hazy fog enveloped the world outside.

In the pitch darkness, Deng Xiaolin found the room's temperature to be terrifyingly low.

She rubbed her goosebumps but was still so cold that she woke up.

Then, she tried to find the folded quilt at the foot of the bed.

However, no matter how much she searched, she couldn't find the quilt.

At this point, she was forced to wake up.

Looking at the dim room, the firewood in the room had, for some reason, produced a faint flame.

The flame was extremely weak and couldn't dispel the darkness in the room.

"Hao Ge... where's the quilt?"

Deng Xiaolin rubbed her eyes, but it was then she realized that at some point, she was the only one left in the room.

Liu Haoyu, who should have been lying on the floor, had disappeared.

Deng Xiaolin couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear and trepidation rise within her.

However, her obsession with ghosts and spirits prompted her to gradually calm down.

"She must have gone to the toilet?"

Deng Xiaolin thought to herself, and then closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep.

But the room was as cold as an ice cellar, and without a blanket, Deng Xiaolin naturally couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she could only open her eyes.

The wind outside was strong, causing the curtains to fly up.

Perhaps this was the reason why the temperature inside the room was so low.

So Deng Xiaolin mustered her courage and prepared to close the window again.

But just then, she saw that through the moonlit curtains, there seemed to be a figure hanging outside.

And this figure seemed to be swaying back and forth with the wind.

Swinging like a pendulum.

Deng Xiaolin's back was already drenched in cold sweat.

She picked up the Peach Wood Sword by her bedside.

This was a birthday gift from her grandfather when she was a child, said to be a weapon capable of dealing with Fierce Ghosts.

Holding the hilt of the Peach Wood Sword tightly, Deng Xiaolin cautiously crept to the window.

Looking at the curtains being blown by the wind, Deng Xiaolin secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then grabbed the curtains with her hand.

As she pulled them aside, bit by bit.

She saw that outside the curtains, there was no hanged ghost, nor any figure.

The window was merely stained with a smudge that looked like a person.

Seeing this, Deng Xiaolin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and she immediately prepared to close the window.

But when her hand touched the window handle, she froze.

This window... wasn't open at all.

Then what was that wind all about?

The more Deng Xiaolin thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

She originally thought she was quite brave, but facing this situation for the first time, she realized she had overestimated herself.

What should she do!?

"Drip... drip..."

Deng Xiaolin, whose heart was already in a panic, felt her scalp tingle even more when she heard the dripping sound, like water.

She dared not look behind her, as if something terrifying was waiting for her to turn around.

When her grandfather told her ghost stories as a child, he mentioned that if you encounter such a situation, don't look back... don't look back...

At that time, she was a little dismissive, but now that she was experiencing it firsthand, Deng Xiaolin was definitely not as calm as she originally thought.

Her body was stiff, and she stared fixedly at the moon outside the window.

Let alone turning around, if she even moved a little, Deng Xiaolin felt she would die on the spot.

But just because she didn't turn around didn't mean the thing behind her would let her go.

Before long, Deng Xiaolin felt something smooth, cold, and slightly itchy touch her back.

Is this hair?

Whose hair?

As Deng Xiaolin was thinking, this hair had already tightly wrapped around her neck.

What to do? What to do?!

Deng Xiaolin was completely panicked now. She could no longer care about whether to turn around or not. She immediately screamed and swept the Peach Wood Sword in her hand horizontally.

As a result, she hit nothing, and the thing that should have been wrapped around her neck disappeared without a trace.

Deng Xiaolin gasped for air, what had just happened was too terrifying.

Her emotions had not yet calmed down, but she tensed up again. The figure that should have been hanging outside the window had, from some unknown time, appeared inside the room.

And this hanged person began to slowly turn. When Deng Xiaolin saw that purplish face, her heart skipped a beat.

This hanged person was none other than...

Herself.