"Welcome home!"

The voice that reached his eardrums was deep and eerie, carrying a chilling malice, like a cold snake sliding down his spine, causing Yang Tuo's heart to tighten suddenly, a wave of coldness rushing from his feet to his head.

Yang Tuo: "???"

The rotten touch, the pitch-black palm, the eerie voice... Have ghost stories come true?

His scalp tingled, his heart pounded like a drum, filled with dread and terror.

He quickly turned his head to look down the stairs, only to find it empty, not a trace of Feng Yuhuai to be seen.

"Did she leave me and run away?!!!"

A wave of anger, fear, and resentment surged in his heart, as unstoppable as a mountain torrent or tempest.

Yang Tuo's Adam's apple moved with difficulty as he wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, producing only a faint wheeze.

The terrifying and disgusting touch made him tremble all over, his entire body seemingly controlled by an irresistible force, involuntarily being dragged into the room.

In that split second of being pulled inside, Yang Tuo thought of the ghost story in the car where the protagonist was eventually pulled into a shadow by a black hand, only to return to the woman's house three months later.

"If only this ghost story could come completely true...!!!" Yang Tuo screamed out in desperate fury deep within.

Yang Tuo was dragged into the room.

Only at this moment did he see in horror that there were two ghosts in the room.

One had a hideous and terrifying face, speaking to him, while the ghost hand that had dragged him was not his, but another ghost nearly hidden in the dark, its face unseen.

If the latter hadn't opened its mouth to reveal its sinister white teeth, he almost misunderstood.

"No, Feng Mu!"

Ghosts speaking human language?

Yang Tuo, startled, suddenly came to his senses, realizing it was a person, not a ghost, and instantly a boundless courage arose within him.

He suddenly activated the power within him, raising his foot to kick forward with all his might.

The next instant, that courage ebbed away like outgoing tides, and Yang Tuo horrifiedly saw his leg twisted into a braid.

Unlimited courage completely turned into unlimited anger, angry at Feng Yuhuai's escape, angry that it was a person, not a ghost, killing him.

"Where is Feng Mu?"

The ugly face was pressed against his, the sinister eyeballs seemed to drill into his.

"Oh, he doesn't know, then die."

With a crisp crack, his entire neck was twisted and shattered by great force, the rotten liquid mixed with blood splattered on the door.

Yang Tuo fell heavily to the ground, and before he died, his mind was full of resentment and hostility: "It was not a ghost that killed me, then how can I become a ghost, I really despairingly want to come back and find Feng Yuhuai ahhhh——"

Yang Tuo took his last breath, his protruding dead eyes fixed on the empty space under Feng Yuhuai's bed in the bedroom.

Beside his corpse, a phone slipped out of his pocket, the screen displaying an incoming call—his mother Du Li. The phone vibrated with a buzzing sound, as if desperately calling back her son's vengeful spirit.

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Feng Yuhuai had no time to care about whether Yang Tuo wanted to come back for her after his death, she felt no guilt, for she never truly believed she had broken her promise.

She once promised not to leave the protagonist and escape alone, but in her life script, she was undeniably the heroine, and Yang Tuo, does he deserve to be the hero?

In the dark alley, she ran desperately forward like a wild beast escaping a trap.

Her shoe soles pounded heavily on the garbage and muddy pits, each step splattering dirty water, the filthy water soaking her white shoes and staining them with the color of sludge.

The sound of footsteps pursuing her from behind was like drumbeats pounding on the heart, urgent and heavy, the distance she bought with Yang Tuo's life was quickly closing.

Feng Yuhuai's heart thumped wildly in her chest, each beat pounding against her fear.

She glanced back suddenly, only to see the pursuer in the dark seemingly merging with the night, its features difficult to discern in the heavy shadows.

Only those white teeth opening and closing with each breath stood out eerily in the dim light of the night, sending shivers down one's spine.

The only thing Feng Yuhuai could clearly capture was the sound of the rotten corpse liquid splattering on the ground as the pursuer swung its arms.

The viscous liquid hit the ground with a nauseating sound, like the saliva oozing from a monster's gaping maw during a pounce, making every nerve in her body tense to the extreme, an eerie feeling spreading from her spine to her entire body.

"The male protagonist in the ghost story at least blocked the monster with his life. Yang Tuo, you worthless fool, how did you let the monster catch up to me?"

A torrent of uncontrollable rage surged within Feng Yuhuai, the power of the Snake Transformation Force within her pushed to the limit, an inner tide about to break through.

The originally delicate face of this martial arts prodigy, usually top tier in school, became covered in blue veins snaking like serpents, slowly twisting.

This martial arts genius maiden, usually excelling in school, showed no trace of thought of fighting back against the pursuer at this moment.

At this moment, there was only one word in Feng Yuhuai's mind—escape!

The pride she once valued was like the white shoes on her feet, trampled into the muddy ground by herself.

A slight realization slowly rose in Feng Yuhuai's heart: "The pride and dignity I used to value are as fragile as weak plaster on a wall, so weak and insignificant in the face of life and death, only living, living is everything."

If time could go back, Feng Yuhuai would definitely heed her intuition, never forcing herself into the stairwell.

"I am that kind of genius with especially keen perception described by the martial arts instructor, having a premonition before danger approaches, I absolutely cannot die in this dark decrepit alley, as long as I can escape alive, my future will surely be infinitely bright."

The dark figure behind obviously did not think so, emitting a low, evil growl from deep within its throat.

The ant stick in his hand flew out like a venomous snake, slicing through the night air, aiming straight for the back of Feng Yuhuai's head, as shot with force as an arrow loosed from a bowstring.

The piercing sound of it breaking through the air was as sharp and fierce as the silent sound of death calling, the low, evil growl vibrating the air, that deep roar echoing in the air, like the muffled voice of the man on the phone resounding in her ears again.

"Feng Mu, it's the elder brother from Feng Mu's phone, he actually dared to send someone to take my life!!!"

A wave of panic and confusion surged within Feng Yuhuai's heart, her beautiful eyes widened, flames seemed to leap in her eyes, the fury in her chest burning uncontrollably.

"If I can escape alive today, I will surely kill Feng Mu in the future!!!" Feng Yuhuai swore viciously in her heart.

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