At that same moment, Fan Cheng heard the female ghost's eerie laughter outside his door, and his scalp instantly prickled with fear!
He ran back into the bedroom and switched on all the lights, then huddled in a corner. Now, only having his back against a wall could give him the slightest sense of security.
How could this happen...
Fan Cheng's mind was in turmoil. Wasn't the Game supposed to start in three days?
Why had the Wedding Dress Vengeful Ghost appeared already... and this was the real world! This wasn't anywhere designated by the Game. This was his home!
The terror of a female ghost coming to his door, combined with this departure from everything he knew about Ghost Stories, left Fan Cheng's mind almost completely blank.
Although he knew praying to gods or Buddha would be useless, praying was all he could do now.
Don't come in...
It shouldn't be able to come in, right?
Fan Cheng's heart pounded wildly.
His taut nerves amplified every sound around him: the ticking of the second hand on the bedside clock... the rustle of curtains stirred by the wind, and... his own heartbeat.
Wait!
Fan Cheng suddenly looked at his bed.
He always folded his quilt, so why was it now heaped into a long, messy mound?
No...
The quilt seemed to move!
Fan Cheng's eyes widened in horror!
The shape of the quilt was wrong! It was slowly rising. Something inside it was about to come out!
Fan Cheng's breath caught, and at that very moment...
He finally could no longer bear the fear. People generally reacted in one of two ways when faced with extreme terror.
The first was for their minds to go blank and their limbs to weaken, leaving their bodies at the mercy of fear, completely