Almost instinctively, a gold needle slipped from Wang Ye's wrist, stabbing towards the spot of black at the hole!
The next second, with a feeling as if piercing through a bubble, when the gold needle was withdrawn, it was already covered in fresh blood.
A drop of blood trickled down along the tip of the gold needle and fell onto the floor.
Looking towards the hole again, the spot of black had already dispersed. One could see through the hole that on the other side of the wall was another room, with the same layout as the guest room Wang Ye was in.
At this time, a person with only half a head, was crouching on the floor, covering his eyes.
Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.
As if noticing Wang Ye's gaze, that figure slowly raised his head. Although his body was already rotten, the remaining half of his head was perfectly intact.
Those still bleeding eyes looked at Wang Ye through the hole, full of eeriness!
Just then, the female corpse hanging from the beam behind him started swaying violently, as if trying to break free from the white cloth and fall to the ground.
Wang Ye blocked up the hole and ignored the person behind the wall. He took out the bronze figurine he had picked up at Abandoned City and flung it forcefully at the female corpse's head!
With a muffled "clang", the eyes of the bronze figurine suddenly lit up with excitement after hitting the female corpse. It opened its mouth and bit down on the female corpse's head.
As its mouth opened and closed incessantly, the female corpse's head disappeared at an exaggerated speed.
Finally, the female corpse opened her eyes. With violent struggling, she fell to the ground.
The bronze figurine also tumbled to the ground, rolling to the door. Although its eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement, and the corners of its mouth were covered with blood, it showed no intention to attack.
In just a few seconds, a full third of the female corpse's head was gone.
A ghostly aura surged out from within her, churning continuously, seemingly filled with anger.
And at that moment, from the courtyard came the shrill sound of claws scratching incessantly at something, sending chills down one's spine!
The female corpse's ghostly aura instantly shrank back, as if encountering something that terrified her. She crouched in the corner, not daring to make any sound.
Wang Ye, who had been observing all this while, instantly associated the sound with the scratch marks on the stone table. His expression changed subtly!
Could something have appeared in the courtyard?
What kind of existence could make this female corpse so fearful?
He cautiously took two steps back and leaned against the bed, holding his breath.
Faintly, through the wall, he could hear restless roars coming from next door, along with the sound of pacing back and forth!
The shrill sound was like a signal. Through the paper window of the door, one could vaguely see a shadow, holding a lantern, passing by the door.
Very soon, all the white lanterns in Qin Mansion that were marked with the word "She", were lit up.
Qin Mansion became bright.
Gradually, the scratching sound finally stopped, and Qin Mansion regained its short-lived tranquility.
But the female corpse crouching in the corner did not have any relief from her fearful emotions. On the contrary, thick ghost fog surged out from her body, completely enveloping herself.
The silence lasted only a few minutes. From the courtyard came the sound of sharpening blades.
As the sharpening sound started, the air seemed to turn much colder.
The sound continued for about ten minutes, then came the sound of something being dragged across the ground.
Shortly after, the sound of chopping rang out.
The sound of meat being chopped!
An image formed in Wang Ye's mind.
Someone was sharpening a blade, then dragging a corpse, and using that sharp blade to chop the corpse to pieces!
After about half an hour, the meat chopping sounds stopped.
Through the candlelight, one could see a shadow holding a lantern, moving around again.
He would pause briefly at each white lantern, adding something into them.
Very quickly, the candlelight in Qin Mansion changed from yellow to red.
A blood-like red illuminated Qin Mansion with an eerie feel.
After adding fuel to the lanterns, the shadow pushed open a room door and went inside, closing the door with a soft thud.
Wang Ye heaved a slight sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed somewhat.
Being on high alert for so long had exhausted his spirit.
At this time, it was barely past 8pm. This night still had a long way to go.
The female corpse in the corner gathered her ghostly aura and finally stood up from the floor. Her head twisted 180 degrees, her bloodstained eyes flashing with cold light as she looked towards Wang Ye.
Next door, the restless pacing also stopped at this moment.
Based on the sounds, it seemed the shadow had come to the wall again, wanting to continue peering into this room, but was angered to find the peephole blocked. He kept pounding the wall, making "thud thud" sounds.
...
From these actions, Wang Ye confirmed at least one thing.
It should be temporarily safe now.
Otherwise these two ghosts wouldn't become active again.
He was just unsure whether the sounds would attract that terrifying being over again!
Wang Ye's expression was cold. Helplessly, he reopened the blocked peephole. Soon, the pounding stopped, and an anxious eye peered at Wang Ye's room through the hole again.
As that pair of eyes spied, the female corpse became quiet again, her emotions no longer violent.
It seemed...
From the beginning, the eyes in the peephole were looking not at him, but at the female corpse.
At this moment, he had the illusion,
that these two ghosts were silently staring at each other through the peephole.
Another half an hour or so passed.
Suddenly there were sounds coming from Qin Mansion's front gate, followed by hurried footsteps.
Soon, a shadow ran from the main gate to the door of Wang Ye's room, knocking urgently.
"Is anyone there, is anyone there?"
"Help, there's a...a ghost!"
The shadow kept crying for help, his voice filled with terror, as if he had seen something with his own eyes.
Wang Ye sat at the bedside, his expression unchanged.
Would an ordinary person afraid of ghosts still appear in these wastelands?
Not far away, the sound of a room door opening could be heard, along with heavy footsteps approaching the guest room!
Damn!
It was that meat chopping fellow!
Wang Ye instantly analyzed based on the footsteps!
To think he had attracted such a horrifying being to his own door.
The female corpse released ghost fog again, enveloping herself completely.
Wang Ye held his breath, his heartbeat growing weaker and weaker, almost coming to a stop. At this moment, the ghost aura from his Ghost Constable Uniform had almost completely disappeared, along with any traces of the living on him.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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