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Name:The Wife of a Ghost Author:
Chapter 8 - Broken Bodies in the Lake

When I opened my eyes, I was back in my bedroom.

Rubbing his stomach, he felt a lot more at ease. When Zi Sang Ming told me that the child was still alive, I actually felt a shallow sense of joy.

Wait, wait! Am I crazy?!

After a few days of peaceful days like this, the demon embryo in his stomach had been quiet, as if it had really fallen asleep.

I thought my normal life had been restored, but within a few days, the nightmare had returned.

It was a fine day and I woke up early. Joanna and Sister Jing went to run in the morning. The other roommate, Yan Nan, was a sleepyhead and refused to get up early. The three of us laughed and made a ruckus all the way to the ring-school.

We ran around the lake and did some stretching. Anthea opened her arms and took a deep breath. "What fresh air!"

The keys were very important. The bedroom, the closet, and the drawers were all there. If they were lost, it would be quite troublesome. I was too anxious to ignore the dangerous announcement, and tried to slide down the slope, trying to reach the keys.

Sister Jing was anxiously shouting my name at the back, so I didn't have time to think about it. I just wanted to get the key back as soon as possible.

Seeing that my middle finger had already reached into the key ring, I subconsciously wanted to retrieve it. Unexpectedly, something caught my wrist.

What is it?

There was a thin mist on the surface of the water. I waved my free hand, and the thing that had grabbed my wrist finally showed its true form, and as soon as I saw it, my eyes widened.

It was actually a hand!

The hand was rotted, pale and swollen, with blisters of all sizes and yellow pus that made it look horrible and disgusting. Following the direction of the hand, he saw that there was actually a spherical object floating in the water, and it was wrapped by a black thing.

The black one should be the hair, and the round one

It would only be the head.

My eyes didn't move at all. My whole body trembled like a sieve. The scene before his eyes was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. He did not know how to struggle free from the grip, so he could only stare at the floating head, watching as dark red blood slowly seeped into the muddy lake water …

The head suddenly moved, and the big ball of hair slowly floated away. This scene should have been extremely beautiful and enchanting, but at this moment, my eyes could only see an indescribable weirdness.

A face that was more than half destroyed floated out. Those eyes that were soaked in water that didn't look like they belonged to someone opened wide, and within those eyes were a large area of white without pupils. Two streams of blood flowed out as those lips that had been cut apart moved stiffly, saying to me, "Yan Nuo, I died a miserable death!"

At that moment, it was as if all my feelings had disappeared, until the earth-shattering screams of Sister Jing and An An rang out behind me.

The appearance of corpses in the school's lake was a matter that could not be ignored. Even though the school had desperately sealed off the news, the news had quickly spread among the students due to how well-developed the cellular network was these days.

As the first witness at the scene, I naturally had to take notes.

I was stupefied. Sister Jing and An An were both scared silly, but they still forced themselves to comfort me. In the end, the police saw that I was in a daze and sent me back. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was rush to the tap and wash the skin with all my might, wishing I could peel it off.

The cold, stiff, sticky feeling, I don't think I'll ever forget.

The woman was in a terrible situation. The police had sent out a salvage boat and searched for a long time, only her head and half of her arm. The rest of her body was nowhere to be found. What was even more terrifying was that despite the head soaking in the water for a long time, blood continued to flow from the wound, as if the head was just a layer of skin and was covered in blood.

And what scares me even more is that I know that girl.

As a major, we were divided into four classes, which were easily managed. However, as the classes were usually held in a large classroom, even if they weren't in the same class, they would recognize each other more or less.

This girl was called Chen Ziyue, and they had only greeted each other a few times before, so they weren't familiar with each other. However, his death today was still a cause for regret and sorrow.

I fell into a chair, my mind in a daze, but my mind still echoed what Chen Ziyue's head said to me: Yan Nuo, I died so miserably.

What was she trying to say? He was already dead, how could he still speak? Could it be that there really was an evil spirit involved?

The sun was high outside and the sky was clear. Yet, I felt as though I had fallen into an icehouse, wishing that I could wrap myself in a cotton-padded jacket to ease this bone-piercing chill.

Yan Nan wasn't there at the time, nor was he frightened. He went to find a counselor to give us three leave of absence, and even made an appointment for psychological counseling.

Life had been lost, and he was a professional classmate, so no one felt too bad about it. I went out into the corridor to catch my breath, and the people who came and went looked at me with complicated looks, unconsciously keeping a distance from me. I felt the deliberate estrangement, and immediately felt even more sad.

I always felt as if I had forgotten something very important, but I couldn't.

"Yan Nuo?"