I Only Remember That Day; Everything Turned Red

Those two simple words, spoken by Chen Ge, seemed to open Pandora's box.

The constant Yin Wind in the basement stopped. The sound system suddenly malfunctioned, and it seemed as if only one sound remained in the entire world.

Drip, drip...

Blood fell from above and splattered on the floor, leaving behind blooming blood flowers. A suffocatingly strong stench of blood appeared beside Chen Ge!

The short figure hiding in a floor compartment screamed and lunged at Chen Ge, but before he could get close, a battered Backpack smacked him back again and again.

He was on all fours, clutching his dizzy head. He hadn't even heard what Chen Ge had just said. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to lunge again, but when he looked up, he saw another person beside Chen Ge!

Bright red blood slid down the person's coat. His gloomy eyes seemed like two blood-red whirlpools, mingling Curse and despair. Just one look at them felt as if they could suck away a person's soul.

The short figure lay prone on the ground, his scalp prickling and his body chilled to the bone. His face, thickly smeared with red paint, had gone completely rigid, as if time had stopped.

"Who is that? There's absolutely no one like him among the Haunted House staff!"

His Adam's apple trembled, and fear threatened to spill from the short figure's eyes.

Seeing the short figure trembling uncontrollably, Chen Ge quickly realized something was wrong. The guy hiding in the floor compartment wasn't a Ghost at all—just an ordinary Haunted House employee.

Actually, before he'd acted, Chen Ge had considered the possibility. No Haunted House anywhere would let such a small child work as an actor, so he'd instinctively assumed the other person was a Ghost.

He'd spent far more time dealing