Chapter Twenty-Five: A Little Scare Isn’t Bad
When Liu Haoyu drove back to the haunted house, Deng Xiaolin looked up at the atmospheric “haunted house” and immediately cheered.
“Hao-ge, Hao-ge! Can I pick a room to stay in inside?”
Deng Xiaolin looked at Liu Haoyu with her two little eyes, trying to get a positive reply with her pouting and cute behavior.
It was a pity that Liu Haoyu wouldn’t pity this little girl. He immediately gave her a chop on the forehead.
“No way.”
“Ouch! If you don’t give it to me, you don’t have to… stingy.”
Deng Xiaolin covered her head, feeling a bit unhappy.
Afterward, the two walked into the haunted house. Deng Xiaolin looked around curiously, peeking here and there.
It was as if the creepy and terrifying atmosphere felt as festive as New Year’s to her.
“Remember, don’t move things around.”
Liu Haoyu reminded her, and Deng Xiaolin nodded like a pecking chick.
After the reservoir incident, she had learned her lesson.
When Liu Haoyu took Deng Xiaolin back to the bedroom, the young man continued to speak.
“At midnight tonight, I’ll take you around this haunted house to find something for me.”
“Mhm, mhm, mhm!”
“For now, let’s sleep.”
To stay energetic at night, Liu Haoyu usually slept in the evening and woke up around midnight.
During the time from evening to midnight, the yin energy was not so heavy, and as the sky darkened, it was at least more comfortable to sleep than during the day.
“Okay.”
To experience the thrilling exploration of the haunted house, Deng Xiaolin naturally obeyed Liu Haoyu.
She calmed her excited mood, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.
When Liu Haoyu saw Deng Xiaolin close her eyes, he set up a formation and candles at the door and window, then lay down.
Without a mattress or a mat, Liu Haoyu could only sleep on the wooden board.
So when Deng Xiaolin saw Liu Haoyu lying on the floor, she couldn’t help but ask.
“Hao-ge, do you want to come up and sleep together?”
“No need.”
Liu Haoyu, like a sigma man, ruthlessly rejected Deng Xiaolin’s suggestion.
This angered her, and her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish as she rolled over with a huff.
Liu Haoyu looked at Deng Xiaolin on the bed without saying anything.
Liu Haoyu had his own considerations for bringing Deng Xiaolin to this place.
This haunted house seemed dangerous, but after the previous buyers moved in, they were only scared and were still alive and well.
And he not only performed a somewhat offensive ghost-worshipping ritual but also failed.
However, even in this situation, he was still alive.
So Liu Haoyu speculated… Qin Liu would not kill people.
She was more likely to scare people away, driving away anyone who tried to enter the house.
That would be good, just to scare this ignorant little girl Deng Xiaolin.
So she wouldn’t be preoccupied with ghosts and monsters all day.
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Outside the window, the dim moon gradually rose.
Gray mist shrouded the outside world.
In the pitch darkness, Deng Xiaolin found the room temperature frighteningly low.
She rubbed the goosebumps on her body, but she was still so cold that she woke up.
Then, she tried to find the folded quilt from the foot of the bed.
However, no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find the quilt.
At this point, she was forced to wake up.
She looked at the dim room. For some reason, the candles in the room had already emitted a faint flame.
The flame was extremely weak and could not dispel the darkness in the room.
“Hao-ge… where’s the quilt?”
Deng Xiaolin rubbed her eyes, but then she realized that from some point on, she was the only one left in the room.
Liu Haoyu, who should have been lying on the floor, had disappeared.
This made Deng Xiaolin feel a trace of timidity and fear.
But her obsession with ghosts and monsters prompted her to gradually calm down.
“He must have gone to the toilet?”
Deng Xiaolin thought so, so she closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep.
However, the room was as cold as an ice cellar. Without a quilt, Deng Xiaolin naturally couldn’t fall asleep.
After tossing and turning for a long time, she could only open her eyes.
The wind outside was strong, making the curtains fly up.
Perhaps this was why the indoor temperature was so low.
So Deng Xiaolin summoned her courage and prepared to close the window again.
But at that moment, she saw that through the moonlight, there seemed to be a figure outside the curtains, hanging there.
And this figure seemed to be swaying constantly with the wind.
Swinging back and forth like a pendulum.
Deng Xiaolin’s back was already drenched in cold sweat.
She picked up the peachwood sword from the bedside.
This was a birthday gift from her grandfather when she was a child, said to be a weapon against fierce ghosts.
Gripping the hilt of the peachwood sword tightly, Deng Xiaolin cautiously moved to the window.
Looking at the curtains blown by the wind, Deng Xiaolin secretly swallowed her saliva, then grabbed the curtains.
Slowly, inch by inch, she pulled them open.
She saw that outside the curtains, there was no hanging ghost, nor any figure.
It was just a stain on the window that looked like a person.
Seeing this, Deng Xiaolin couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. She immediately prepared to close the window.
But when her hand touched the window handle, she froze.
This window… was not open at all.
What was that wind just now?
The more Deng Xiaolin thought about it, the more terrified she became.
Her back was already soaked with cold sweat.
She had thought she was quite brave, but when she faced such a situation for the first time, she realized she had overestimated herself.
What to do?!
“Tap… tap…”
Deng Xiaolin, who was already panicking, felt her scalp tingle even more when she heard the dripping sound like dripping water.
She didn’t dare to look behind her, as if something terrifying was waiting for her to turn around.
When her grandfather told her ghost stories as a child, he mentioned that if you encounter such a situation, don’t look back… don’t look back…
She had been a bit dismissive back then, but having experienced it herself now, Deng Xiaolin was definitely not as calm as she had initially thought.
Her body was stiff as she stared fixedly at the moon outside the window.
Let alone looking back, even moving a little, Deng Xiaolin felt that she would die directly.
But just because she didn’t look back didn’t mean the thing behind her would let her go.
Soon, Deng Xiaolin felt something smooth, ice-cold, and a little itchy touch her back.
Is this hair?
Whose hair?
As Deng Xiaolin thought, the hair had already tightly wound around her neck.
What to do? What to do?!
Deng Xiaolin had completely panicked by now. She could no longer care about whether to look back or not. She immediately screamed and swung the peachwood sword in her hand horizontally.
As a result, she didn’t hit anything, and what should have been wrapped around her neck all disappeared without a trace.
Deng Xiaolin gasped for breath. What had just happened was too terrifying.
Her mood hadn’t calmed down yet, but she tensed up again. The figure that should have been hanging outside the house had, from who knows when, appeared inside the room.
And this hanged person began to turn slowly. When Deng Xiaolin saw the purplish face, her heart stopped beating.
This hanged person was none other than…
Herself.
