Chapter 18: With One Hit, You Might Just d*e!
This man is quite the loser. As a ghost, he tries to take out two regular folks and not only fails to finish off Lu Liangting, but nearly gets himself roasted alive. Maybe his only purpose in life is to become her snack.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t swallow Lu Liangting’s ghost, which means he still has a trump card up his sleeve. But it’s not a big deal; that ghost is incredibly weak, even weaker than this pathetic male ghost.
The hallway was ablaze with spiritual fire as Bai Yu cast a long glance at Lu Liangting. She completely ignored him and vanished into thin air, in reality slipping into Zhao Mingyue’s shadow.
Once inside her shadow, she didn’t forget to remind, “Mingyue, don’t expose our relationship; it’s important.”
Zhao Mingyue hesitated, glanced back over her shoulder, and gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
On the side, Lu Liangting felt a little awkward that Bai Yu didn’t even acknowledge him.
In Lu Liangting’s mind, ghosts were easier to deal with than people. He believed human hearts were the most complex and untrustworthy. He could see through a person’s facade but couldn’t pierce their inner thoughts. Ghosts, on the other hand, were merely manifestations of a person’s obsessions after d*ath, which made them, for the most part, quite simple-minded.
They were either purely evil, purely good, or simply acting for a particular purpose.
When it comes to evil ghosts, there’s really nothing to discuss.
As for the good-natured ones, they were often just pitiful beings, and if they could lend a hand, they would.
Such ghosts were rare. They lingered either out of obsession or due to some restrictions holding them back. No matter which, it’s all pretty sad.
In his experience, these ghosts were the ones suffering the most, caught in their own obsessions during life, tormented each moment after d*ath. If it was the latter, that would mean she was affected by another evil ghost; without help, they’d be stuck in this cramped space forever.
To him, Bai Yu was undoubtedly one of the good ghosts.
If she were an evil ghost, he would have been toast on the fifth floor.
“Lu Liangting, we need to get out of here fast!” Zhao Mingyue yanked Lu Liangting’s arm and pulled him toward the exit, the room behind them almost completely engulfed in flames with hardly any place to land.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about me!”
Lu Liangting held his head as he got up, still feeling a bit dizzy. He glanced at Zhao Mingyue’s magic wand and couldn’t find the words. That thing was what had knocked him out, right?
And why on earth was he running into her here?
Full of questions, he followed Zhao Mingyue back into the hallway and suddenly remembered there was still a madman lurking around.
Bracing himself against the wall with one hand, as soon as Lu Liangting stepped out, he saw Zhao Mingyue raising her magic wand high. With one heft, she brought the wand down on the female ghost lurking in the darkness, sending her crashing to the ground. At that moment, the Raincoat Man let out a shriek and charged at them, only to receive a heavy whack on the arm from Zhao Mingyue.
After all, the Raincoat Man was still flesh and bl**d. Lu Liangting heard an awful crunch, thinking that the Raincoat Man’s arm must have snapped. Thank heavens Zhao Mingyue hadn’t hit him with full force; otherwise, it wouldn’t just be a little bl**d.
Standing in the fiery hall, Zhao Mingyue was panting with her chest heaving.
This was her second time using her weapon to smash someone, and as she glanced back at the Raincoat Man writhing on the ground, clutching his arm and howling in agony, she muttered an apology under her breath, signaling Lu Liangting to follow her before sprinting towards the stairs.
They had lost a bit of time, and the fire in the hallway was raging now.
Strangely enough, while the fire in the room felt scorching hot, the fire in the hallway felt completely different. Zhao Mingyue only sensed a chilling breeze sweeping from all directions, seeping into every pore of her body.
This cold was indescribable, as if it froze not just her body, but her very soul.
Zhao Mingyue recalled a post she had seen online about a tenant in the Tomorrow Apartment found frozen to d*ath in August. When the police arrived, they found no useful clues and ruled out foul play.
She couldn’t fathom why so many people had died in this building and it hadn’t been sealed off; they just changed its name and kept renting it out.
With a rusty key in hand, Zhao Mingyue charged up to the fifth floor.
In a short time, the fifth floor had undergone a radical transformation. Dark red spiritual flames clung to the ceiling, burning everything around. Each room’s walls were adorned with twisted human faces silently screaming in immense pain.
At a glance, there were at least a dozen faces on the walls, young and old, male and female.
As these faces struggled in agony, they noticed Zhao Mingyue, each pair of eyes popping open, calling out to her in raspy, terror-stricken voices.
“Help me!”
“It hurts! So much pain!”
“My head, where’s my head?!”
“Please help me! Why won’t you save me?!”
Like drowning victims, Zhao Mingyue had suddenly become their last hope.
If Zhao Mingyue actually approached them, not only would she not save them, but she’d also be dragged down, becoming a new face on the wall.
Her vision seemed to be tinted red, the walls chillingly morphed from white to swirling red and black, and the burning flames turned bl**d-colored.
In this atmosphere, the tortured faces on the walls screamed non-stop. One or two voices was manageable, but with a dozen voices clamoring at once, it was a cacophony! It gave her a splitting headache and made her feel irritable.
Pressing through the sea of flames, she pushed farther down the hallway, passing by several doorways. Suddenly, she noticed two doors ajar, and there were no faces on the walls.
“Could the monsters inside have escaped?”
With her guard up, Zhao Mingyue dashed to the door of room 506.
Lu Liangting clutched his head behind her. He was smart enough to see Zhao Mingyue inserting the key and understood everything. Everyone has their secrets; there’s no need to pry.
“Mingyue, let me open it.”
Zhao Mingyue’s key was already in the lock, and she turned her head to look at Lu Liangting, gently shaking her head in refusal while twisting the key to unlock the door.
A foul stench hit her like a brick wall, causing her to take two steps back, while Lu Liangting appeared unfazed, momentarily stunned before taking a step inside.
Zhao Mingyue wanted to follow, but Bai Yu suddenly appeared and blocked her path.
“Don’t go in! This fool is trapped in an illusion, probably reliving the day the female ghost was burned to d*ath.”
Bai Yu squinted her eyes; in that instant when the door to room 506 slammed shut, she saw a woman standing inside.
“Mingyue, brace yourself. Your task will soon be over.”
