CH 87

Chapter 87 Wen Yantong’s Ghost Story (1)

Wen Yantong cleared her throat. She restored the ambience that Mu Yang broke and continued slowly in an eerie voice. "The man became somewhat conscious after hearing the footsteps, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what. It was as if his eyes were glued shut. Thus he had no choice but to continue to listen to the footsteps that only lingered around for half the night. It disappeared when it was almost dawn."

"Later, when the xiucai woke up, he asked the beauty sleeping next to him if she heard footsteps at night, but she replied no. The xiucai was very concerned about this matter but could do nothing about it. Who knew that for the next several days, he would hear footsteps in his room every night, and it became clearer and clearer. He couldn't bear it any longer and burned lots of paper money for his wife. He begged her to forgive him, but that night..."

Wen Yantong turned her head and saw that Mu Yang was sitting upright. Although his body looked calm, his face was tense. The sight was quite funny.

She couldn't help laughing, but the listeners immediately urged her. "What are you laughing at? Quickly continue the story!"

Wen Yantong immediately stopped laughing. "That night, footsteps still sounded in the room. This time, they stopped beside his bedside. The man was so frightened that he wanted to struggle. However, he quickly found that he had no strength."

"Then the xiucai felt a chill on his neck. As if a pair of soft hands had grabbed onto him and clenched it violently!"

"AHH!" Mu Yang exclaimed.

Wen Yantong was caught off guard and was taken aback again. She turned around and beat Mu Yang. "Scram! You and your quilt!"

Mu Yang whimpered. "It’s all my fault! I was wrong, so don't drive me out!"

Seeing that he was so frightened, Wen Yantong said helplessly, "I wonder who swore in the lecture hall that ghosts would not dare to knock on our doors?"

Mu Yang swallowed and said cheekily, "Who said that? How come I don’t know?"

Wen Yantong stretched out her hand towards him and hinted, "If you are afraid, hold the person beside you. Stop crying out in fright, okay?"

Mu Yang nodded pitifully. He then turned around and held Fu Zixian's hand.

Wen Yantong clenched her teeth in anger as she took her hand back.

You son of a b*tch. It's better to scare you to death.

Cheng Xiao felt that this method was good, so he took Cheng Xin's hand. "Imperial Brother, if we hold our hands together, we won't be afraid."

On the other side of Cheng Xiao was Zhang Jieran. When Wen Yantong cast her gaze over him, she saw Zhang Jieran's face had turned pale with fright, with no trace of blood left.

Wen Yantong was startled. She wasn’t paying attention and didn't expect him to be more frightened than Mu Yang. She asked Fu Zixian, "Zixian, you hold Brother Zhang. He’s suffered quite a fright."

Fu Zixian turned his head to take a look and took the initiative to hold Zhang Jieran's hand. Cheng Xiao also took the initiative to hold his other hand, so several people formed a half circle, all hand in hand.

Wen Yantong turned around and asked Chi Jingxi, "Little Marquis, are you afraid?"

Chi Jingxi felt that this question was very naïve. He answered with a question, "Do you think I look scared?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Yantong nodded immediately. "Since Little Marquis is afraid, why don't you hold my hand? I will pass on to you the power of bravery!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand from under the quilt towards Chi Jingxi's sleeve. However, she was only able to touch the fox fur on his sleeve when the soft fur slipped away from her fingers. Chi Jingxi retracted his hand and disdainfully said, "I don't need your little bit of bravery."

Wen Yantong's plan fell through, so she pouted and replied, "It's better than nothing."

Cheng Xin laughed helplessly. "Jingxi is naturally not afraid of these things. He is not a child."

Apart from Chi Jingxi, Cheng Xin also looked normal. The two of them perfectly demonstrated the vitality and fearlessness of the male youth.

Wen Yantong put her hands back on the quilt and said, "There is only one last part left in the story. I will finish it in one breath."

The room fell into silence again.

Wen Yantong pondered for a bit, took a breath, and quickly narrated the rest of the story. "The xiucai clearly felt as if something was choking his neck. The strength was so great that it made it difficult for him to breathe! He struggled vigorously, but it was useless. All it did was make it more suffocating for him. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the rooster crow, and the strength on his neck disappeared in an instant. The xiucai breathed a sigh of relief. He had survived."

"However, the xiucai remained terrified. He rushed a couple thousand meters to the next county town. He found the very famous blind half-immortal and told him about the situation. The half-immortal said that he was haunted by an evil spirit. Since today was the evil spirit’s seventh day after death, as its last day lingering, it wanted to take his life away."

"When the xiucai heard this, he was frightened to death. He asked what method could be used to resist it. The half-immortal asked him how the girl died, but the xiucai had no face to tell the truth. He lied and said the girl died of illness. He continued to fabricate the story, saying their family was poor and had no money to save her, so she may have held a grudge. He made up a reasonable story, so the half-immortal believed him. And so, the half-immortal drew a talisman for him. He told the xuicai to go home and hide the talisman under the bed after nightfall. The half-immortal said that the evil ghost can't bend, so it won't be able to find him. He just had to wait for dawn, and everything will be fine in the future."

"The xuicai heeded his instructions, went home, and hid the talisman under the bed after nightfall. In the middle of the night, the female ghost really came. The xuicai could hear the sound of her footsteps in his room. Thump, thump, thump. She was getting closer and closer to his bed."

Mu Yang was extremely nervous when he heard this. He swallowed and held onto Fu Zixian's hand so hard that it turned red. Fu Zixian was afraid that Mu Yang’s cry would scare him again, so he had no choice but to endure the pain.

Wen Yantong said, "The xuicai thought he was safe, but he didn't expect the sound to stop beside the bed as if she was right by his ear. After that, there was no movement for a long time. He thought that the evil spirit had left, so with his remaining courage, the xuicai turn around and opened his eyes. What do you think he saw?"

"What did he see?" Mu Yang asked tremblingly.

"He saw an upside-down head. The blood on the head stained the ground red, as its eyes fixed straight at him! Seeing the xuicai turn his face towards her, the evil spirit’s face instantly became extremely hideous. It screamed—" Wen Yantong opened her hands and shouted violently, "Ungrateful dog! Give me your life!"

"AHH!!" Mu Yang screamed. In the next moment, he subconsciously kicked Wen Yantong's shoulder, turning her over.

Wen Yantong rolled onto Chi Jingxi. Her head slammed onto his chest, and she knocked Chi Jingxi down on the ground along with her.