At that same moment, Fan Cheng heard the eerie laughter of the female ghost outside his door, and his scalp instantly prickled with terror!
He ran back to his bedroom and turned on every light, 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 thoughts were in turmoil. Wasn't the game supposed to start three days from now?
Why had the Wedding Dress Vengeful Ghost appeared already... and this was the real world! This wasn't even the location specified by the game. This was his home!
The terror of having a female ghost come to his door, compounded by a development that defied everything previously known about Ghost Stories, left Fan Cheng's mind almost completely blank.
Although he knew praying to gods and Buddhas was 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 hammered.
His strained nerves magnified every sound around him: the ticking of the second hand on the bedside table... the rustling of the curtains in the wind, and... the sound of his own heartbeat.
Wait!
Fan Cheng suddenly looked at his bed.
He had a habit of folding his quilt, so why was it now piled into a long, messy mound?
No...
The quilt seemed to move!
Fan Cheng's eyes widened in terror!
The quilt's outline was wrong! It was slowly rising. Something inside it was about to come out!
Fan Cheng's breath caught, and just then...
He finally could no longer endure the terror. People generally reacted in one of two ways when faced with extreme fear.
The first was for their minds to go blank and their limbs to weaken, their bodies so