**Chapter 4: No Jianghu Rules**
When the heavens want to rain, and people want to d*e, nothing can stop it.
For Yang Yi and his friends’ reckless behavior, Lu Yibei could only advise them against it, as he had not confirmed whether that game would attract urban legends.
If he bluntly told them that urban legends might occur, it would be tantamount to creating an urban legend, which contradicts the Siye Society’s regulations—fabricating urban legends is prohibited.
If there was no urban legend to begin with, suggesting that one might occur could very well create a false urban legend out of thin air.
As for whether they would listen, that was a different matter.
In any case, Lu Yibei felt they were not listening. After several days of gentle persuasion, those guys would run away as soon as they saw him.
Especially that Black Uncle, who demonstrated what it meant to have racial talent during this process. When he dashed away, even pursuing him was futile.
However, compared to Lu Yibei’s warnings, the heavy academic pressure during exam month evidently had a more significant effect in preventing them from being reckless.
Over the next two to three days, Lu Yibei observed the movements of Yang Yi and others every day. Once he confirmed they had all come to class, he felt slightly more at ease.
At least, they didn’t seem to be missing any arms or legs on the surface; it was hard to say what internal changes might have occurred.
Lu Yibei was not particularly warm-hearted and had no interest in delving deeper.
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On the Friday a week later, at the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Management Bureau.
In the deputy main operator’s office, faint sounds of battles from a game could be heard.
After defeating a BOSS, Lu Yibei looked at the cutscene on the computer screen and clicked his tongue.
“EMMM, this ‘Urban Legend Hunter’ is not very good! The monsters are basically just a few models of urban legends rehashed over and over; the fun factor is clearly lacking!”
The urban legends appearing throughout the game were nothing but zombies, werewolves, and vampires; the developers probably had some misunderstandings about urban legends.
To be honest, he hadn’t seen any of those three types in a long time.
Garbage game, I’m done! Refund me!
Lu Yibei thought, skillfully choosing to request a refund, then leaned back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head, savoring a sense of post-game emptiness.
He had been acting as Jiang Li’s substitute for a week, and during that week, he found that the tasks he needed to complete were almost exactly as Water Brother mentioned, with no real danger in sight.
During that week, Huacheng was very peaceful; at least, the area Lu Yibei was in charge of was calm, with no high-level urban legend incidents occurring.
Aside from nightly patrols, he mostly just needed to regularly observe the trends of urban legends in his area, compile data, and write reports for submission.
The patrols and data collection could be handled by the older brothers in the Special Action Team.
Although this calm, which seemed to be brewing a storm, made Lu Yibei a bit uneasy.
However, after inquiring with Water Brother, he learned that the activity of urban legends generally has peaks and lows, and occasionally going weeks without serious urban legend incidents was considered normal, thus Lu Yibei felt justified in slacking off.
As Water Brother put it, “Only a fool like Jiang Li would rush to the scene to prevent unexpected situations every time.”
“The main operators serve as special weapons for each Siye Society. Special weapons should only be used during special circumstances to achieve their extraordinary effectiveness!”
Lu Yibei thought Water Brother was right.
But the reason he didn’t rush to the scene was not out of laziness but rather his concern that his bad luck might transfer to the older brothers in the Special Action Team.
Furthermore, the older brothers were much more reliable than him when dealing with low-level urban legends; he could hardly help.
Each of those robust men, drawn from local units and various organizations, had arms bigger than his thighs, enhancing their physical abilities with universal-grade spirit patterns, each equipped with a Type 03 automatic rifle loaded with enchanted bullets and five modified shrapnel grenades.
In groups of five to ten, they would handle urban legends together, and C-grade and below urban legends would not last more than a minute, as long as a B-grade or higher urban legend did not appear—they could all retreat unscathed.
What could Lu Yibei do? If he truly wanted to participate, perhaps he could only wear a nice little dress and cheer them on from the side.
In reality, he had not accompanied them, and no unexpected situations had occurred.
Had he gone, perhaps something would have happened.
Thus, Lu Yibei’s work mainly consisted of writing reports.
It was particularly boring!
So boring that he had the time to practice swordplay and review for his final exams while also connecting the office’s phone and internet lines. He even fixed the drafty glass windows and dragged in a single steel wire bed from the storage.
If it weren’t for being stopped by that b*stard Li Xuan when he attempted to bring a gas stove and canister into the office, he might have ended up cooking meals in the office.
After nightfall.
Lu Yibei spent over two hours passing time with a few trash games. When he checked the time, it was just after ten at night, and he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
“Ah—! Long, long night, who needs sleep? Let’s just waste time!”
After saying that, he walked over to the wire bed and lay down, just as he was about to open “Love and Magical Girl” on his phone to prepare for some intimate interaction with Bai Xiaohua, his phone suddenly rang.
The call was from a member of the patrol Special Action Team, sounding somewhat urgent, as though he was reporting an urban legend attack case.
“What is it? While tracking a C+-level spirit energy fluctuation, I found an attack scene and need me to head there now?”
After receiving a positive confirmation from the other end, Lu Yibei fell into silence.
A C+ level spirit energy fluctuation is quite delicate; it does not reach the level of a high-risk urban legend incident and must be referred to another main operator while already being the upper limit that the Special Action Team can handle independently.
Thus, as the substitute main operator, he had to go there to prevent any accidents.
After a brief silence, Lu Yibei nodded, “Okay, please send me the address, and I’ll be over right away!”
Just like a monk hitting the clock for a day,
He hung up and picked up the guitar bag he had put in the corner, leaving the office.
Just as he locked the door, a sound of footsteps came from behind him. Turning around, he saw the always graceful and enchanting An Qing and Du Sixian, who looked like a drenched dog.
Seeing Lu Yibei leaving the office, An Qing exclaimed in surprise, “Oh? Lu Yibei? Are you going out?”
“Yeah, Sister Qing, just now the older brothers of the Special Action Team reported an urban legend attack event with a C+-level spirit energy fluctuation in the west of the city; I need to take a look,” Lu Yibei replied with a blank expression.
Upon hearing this, An Qing’s eyes lit up, and she patted Du Sixian’s shoulder, giving her a knowing glance. Du Sixian nodded in agreement, responding with her own glance.
Lu Yibei watched the “encrypted conversation” between An Qing and Du Sixian, momentarily at a loss for words.
Eye contact like this indeed tests the level of mutual understanding.
He could communicate with Jiang Li through expressive eye contact but completely couldn’t decipher what An Qing and Du Sixian were discussing.
However, he at least knew the outcome of their discussion.
“I’ll go with you!” Du Sixian rushed excitedly toward Lu Yibei.
“Yeah!” An Qing nodded, “Let Si Xian go with you! Her training period is almost over; it’s time for her to intern with other operatives and broaden her horizons.”
“Um…” Lu Yibei showed a troubled expression. He often felt guilty when interacting with Du Sixian.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be a bother; I can also drive you!” Du Sixian patted her chest, promising.
“Alright!”
Hearing that she could drive for free and save on the fare, Lu Yibei readily agreed.
Although the Siye Society allocated cars to each main operator, due to Lu Yibei lacking a driver’s license, he only received a worn-out electric scooter.
That electric scooter’s battery had long degraded. Saying it charged for two hours but only rode for five minutes was somewhat exaggerated, but it was indeed at a level where even thieves didn’t want to steal it.
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Five minutes later.
At a guesthouse on Mudan Street, in the garage.
Lu Yibei stared at three luxurious cars before him, his eyes nearly popping out.
“GTR50, Ferrari 599GTO, Wiesmann GTMF4…”
Lu Yibei glanced at those cars and then turned to Du Sixian behind him, “Miss, are these cars…?”
“They’re all birthday gifts from relatives,” Du Sixian replied nonchalantly.
Lu Yibei, “…”
Miss, what kind of family do you have?
If your family is so wealthy, why waste time dealing with urban legends?
“Shouldn’t we be handling a case? Driving these cars might be a bit too ostentatious, don’t you think?” Lu Yibei said.
“Um…” Du Sixian propped her chin, thought for two seconds, and nodded, “I think so too, so let’s take the car I usually drive? The one is pretty normal.”
“Alright, let’s go, it’s parked outside.”
One minute later, Lu Yibei saw Du Sixian parked her Audi A8L in a narrow alley behind the guesthouse.
Lu Yibei, “…”
Why do I suddenly find her adorable?
Is this the charm of wealth?
I was wrong—I really was wrong. I will definitely understand my subordinate properly in the future.
But…
Isn’t it a bit dishonest to deceive my subordinate for money? Lu Yibei pondered.
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Twenty minutes later.
In the southern part of Huacheng, two kilometers away from Fuchun Road, at a small textile factory that had been out of business for a long time.
Several police cars were parked beside the gate of the textile factory, with red and blue police lights flashing incessantly.
Four uniformed officers were carrying a stretcher out, covered with a white cloth, and from the bulges underneath, it was evident that there was likely a male corpse beneath.
Peeking through a slightly lifted corner of the white cloth revealed the twisted, horrified face of the deceased, reflecting the terror of shock.
Shortly after, a black sedan slowly drove over and parked by the road.
Lu Yibei got out and immediately approached the officers carrying the body. After a brief exchange, he showed his credentials and received permission to examine the corpse.
He gently lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing a pale face covered in blue veins.
Perhaps due to excessive shock, the deceased’s mouth was opened at an unnatural angle, and a pair of bloodshot eyes were wide open, bulging as if they could explode at any moment.
Lu Yibei carefully placed his fingertips on the deceased’s forehead, using his spirit perception to sense for a moment and soon detected the residual spirit energy fluctuations within the body.
It seemed to range between 0.6 and 0.8 rabbits, faintly carrying a trace of angry emotion…
Muttering to himself, Lu Yibei nodded politely to the officers, saying, “Thank you, sorry to trouble you,” and continued into the textile factory.
Du Sixian, who was following Lu Yibei, was astonished by his calm demeanor when facing the corpse and hurriedly caught up after a moment of daze.
“No wonder Sister Qing said I can’t complete tasks independently yet,” she mumbled while counting on her fingers.
“By the way, why do I feel like you’re not scared at all? How do you overcome your fear?”
Upon hearing Du Sixian’s question, Lu Yibei was taken aback, then realized that he had unconsciously become somewhat numb to such scenes.
In the past, he would have probably been too scared to even get close to the covered stretcher.
He glanced at Du Sixian, raised his chin slightly, looked straight ahead, and pretended to be profound as he said, “The more you see it, the less afraid you become.”
With a poker face, few words, and explosive combat capability, it seemed he was hiding some untold past… a perfect male protagonist template! In front of his subordinate, he had to maintain his image!
“Wow, you’re so amazing! I wish I could be as strong as you one day,” Du Sixian said in admiration, her eyes sparkling.
“…”
That’s easy!
Next time when you come into my dream and chatter, I’ll let Meng Meng create two friendly, cute, and persistent little companions to play with you.
Every visit scares you once; if you don’t come, I’ll summon you, and after a while, you won’t be afraid anymore, Lu Yibei thought.
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The gate of the textile factory was open, two members of the Special Action Team stood like iron towers guarding the entrance.
Entering the dim factory, after walking a short distance, they quickly saw the police tape set up in front of the duty room.
As the two approached, the scene’s person-in-charge immediately came over, glanced at Du Sixian, and then turned to Lu Yibei, staring intently at him, brows furrowed, remaining silent.
“…”
In fact, including him, the other members of the Special Action Team did not have high expectations for Lu Yibei, their substitute operative who was essentially being pushed into a difficult situation.
While they were not like the delusional characters in dramas who set traps, didn’t cooperate, or made things difficult, it was clear that they didn’t hope he would contribute much to the case investigation. After all, a rookie like him would likely scare himself at the sight of a corpse.
In the eyes of the Special Action Team, as long as he could function as a decent tool person and smoothly follow through the case process, that would suffice.
Being stared at by a muscular man towering over him made Lu Yibei feel uneasy.
He recalled Jiang Li’s messages and attempted to present himself as professional and calm, then cleared his throat to ask, “Ahem! Is this the first scene? Are there any witnesses?”
This sort of questioning style seemed reminiscent of Jiang Li, and his demeanor was relatively steady… the muscular man thought to himself.
【Affinity +0.5】
“It is the first scene. The deceased is named He Liang, the boss’s brother-in-law, in charge of transportation and warehouse management. The person who discovered him dead is another warehouse manager coming for a shift change,” the muscular man replied.
“Our people have recorded statements with the police, and no unusual details were found.”
“Okay—!”
Lu Yibei, unaware that he had inadvertently gained some goodwill, pondered for a moment before nodding thoughtfully.
Though he had no clue what to think about, pretending to be deep is appropriate in this situation. Jiang Li’s note said it would make one appear more professional.
He then glanced at the dimly-lit duty room, inquiring, “So, have any important evidence been left at the scene?”
The muscular man nodded, “Yes, come take a look!” After speaking, he turned to head toward the duty room.
Lu Yibei exchanged glances with Du Sixian and followed suit.
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The duty room was small, less than ten square meters; with the muscular man, Lu Yibei, and Du Sixian inside, it quickly felt cramped.
The walls were somewhat aged and yellowing, and a faint scent of bl**d lingered in the air.
The overhead light cast a dim yellow glow, and several moths seemed to sense something, gathering around the light bulb, swirling around, occasionally bumping into it with a soft “thump!”
There was a single bed in the corner facing a desk where an outdated computer sat.
The muscular man observed Lu Yibei as he seemingly had no clue, glancing around aimlessly, and sighed silently. Just as he was about to point out where the evidence was, he noticed Lu Yibei walking directly toward the bed, causing his eyes to widen slightly.
【Affinity +1】
Lu Yibei reached the bed, and with a sudden “whoosh,” he threw back the blanket.
“Hiss—!”
Although he had mentally prepared himself for the shocking scene beneath the blanket, seeing the horrifying sight still caused him to take a deep breath.
The underside of the blanket was densely covered with bloody handprints, each the size of a baby’s palm, and under closer inspection, there were dragging marks, as though something had crawled within.
And under the blanket lay a bed full of crushed organs, almost entirely emptied from an adult’s abdomen.
Even more bizarre was that the bl**d oozing from the organs had not soaked into the blanket, as if some magical force had been applied.
Seeing such a scene, Du Sixian’s complexion turned pale, covering her mouth and staggering outside, quickly followed by the sounds of her retching from the duty room.
Meanwhile, Lu Yibei stood expressionless in front of the bed, maintaining the action of uncovering the blanket, completely still, as though he had lost his soul.
The muscular man watched Lu Yibei, his brows furrowed.
Is he stunned, or…
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It had been a while since Lu Yibei had witnessed the scene of someone attacked by an urban legend and the circumstances of their d*ath.
So much so that he almost forgot he had such a passive skill that could induce a sense of fear.
Thus, when he lifted the blanket and saw the dense bl**d handprints blooming underneath, his eyes suddenly felt an intense burning sensation.
With no warning, he was ensnared by waves of darkness.
The darkness seeped into his vision like ink dropped into water, spreading outwards, leaving everything around him vague and quiet, with oddly shaped entities and illusory gray mist extending before him infinitely.
Then, the illusion began to dissipate, and everything before his eyes started to sharpen.
The textile factory was empty, slightly dilapidated machinery draped in a dust sheet swayed stealthily in the dim moonlight and cold wind, rustling quietly.
Everything was tinged with a faint, dim yellow, resembling a forgotten old photograph, depicting a past time.
It’s coming…
Lu Yibei silently thought, gently clenching his fist, his gaze sharpening.
In the next moment, he heard the patter of flip-flops approaching.
“A little girl picking mushrooms, carrying her backpack to school~!”
A slightly slender man, carrying a basin, hummed a little tune as he walked in swaggering from afar, turning into the dark factory and entering the duty room.
It’s He Liang… Lu Yibei thought sarcastically; he had just seen this man on the stretcher.
He Liang returned to the duty room, sat beside the computer, clicked on a horror drama named “Dark Past,” and began watching while opening the chat group.
Just as he was about to boast to his group about his research on various urban legend games, his attention was captured by a sound coming from outside the window.
That delicate sound sounded like a cat’s meow.
He Liang furrowed his brows.
Everyone fears cats because of their cries at midnight.
That cat’s meow sounds too much like a child’s cry, and the appearance of cats is often accompanied by all kinds of strange rumors.
He Liang listened carefully; he didn’t notice when the wind began to blow outside, making it hard for him to determine the source of the sound. Vaguely, it seemed to come closer and further away, as if drifting.
He began to feel increasingly uneasy about that sound, and a strange thought flashed through his mind—actually, that was a child’s cry, just sounding like a cat’s meow.
“I want to see what that ghost thing is!”
He Liang had never believed in urban legends; otherwise, he wouldn’t have researched those odd games.
However, after saying that, he seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing, momentarily pausing.
He probably shouldn’t say “ghost,” as uttering it might attract something.
Elders often say that saying this word at night will attract certain entities.
Stepping out of the duty room, the cold wind hit He Liang, instantly chilling him to the bone, making him tighten his clothing.
He nodded with his hands, searching the factory while trying to figure out where the sound came from, but the sound kept scattering, never staying fixed.
He scoured the dim and narrow alleys between the textile machines, searching one after another, quickly circling the entire factory.
Finally, he paused in front of a dark doorway, frowning.
Entering that doorway was a staircase leading down to the basement, where production waste and defective products were stored.
Staring at the doorway, He Liang felt a chill run down his spine for the first time in his life, but he still steeled himself and descended the stairs.
His sister’s husband had never been fond of him; if he showed cowardice and let a thief steal from the factory, he feared his sister’s hard-earned job would be lost.
With the flashlight’s beam shining, He Liang saw his long shadow cast on the length of the staircase, elongating.
Gradually, a damp atmosphere mixed with the scent of dead rats penetrated his nostrils.
This basement had design issues; whenever it rained, the water would seep in and pool at the bottom, leaving piles of waste and defective goods, becoming a den for snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
Soon, that cry grew closer and clearer, seemingly not far ahead. He Liang deduced it was coming from the basement!
He felt his heartbeat quickening as he approached the bottom of the staircase.
At that moment, the crying suddenly stopped.
The abrupt silence made his body shiver, and he flashed the flashlight ahead, only to see a human figure quietly standing still.
He Liang felt unsettled, akin to how many non-believers feel upon their first and last encounter with an urban legend.
“W-what person! What do you want?” he shouted, steadying the flashlight to shine it forward, then sighed in relief.
On the floor in front of him lay more than a dozen human mannequins, all missing arms and legs; none was complete, and they were displayed rather chaotically, suggesting they hadn’t been maintained for a long time.
Were those mannequins always placed here? He Liang furrowed his brows, quickly retreating after confirming there were no thieves hiding in the basement.
Those mannequins made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to linger.
Among such a large pile of mannequins, if a living person were hiding, it would be difficult to discover.
“Hahaha—hahaha——!”
Just as that thought crossed He Liang’s mind, a faint, almost imperceptible laugh suddenly resonated from the basement.
He turned abruptly, aiming his flashlight into the dark basement, and saw a dismembered mannequin arm that had somehow appeared at the end of the staircase.
In an instant, fear transformed into chilling dread, crawling down his spine like ants. Without thinking, he hurriedly walked towards the exit of the basement.
In this situation, whether it was an urban legend or a madman, he couldn’t stay there any longer.
He Liang hurriedly walked through the dark alleys among the textile machines when all of a sudden, strange noises erupted above him.
“Bang! Bang—— Bang! Bang——!”
It sounded like something was running on top of the machines behind him, with footsteps light and fragmentary as if a child had just learned to run.
But how could there be children in the factory?
Moreover, they were climbing on machines nearly three meters high…
He Liang no longer cared about the bravado he had previously boasted, bursting into a run.
Meanwhile, Lu Yibei quietly observed like a wraith, unable to help but look toward the machines behind He Liang, where he spotted a pale, ghostly boy.
The boy had a contorted expression; every joint seemed brutally sewn together with dark crimson yarn, and his abdomen had a bloody, gaping hole, his entire body twisted as if cursed.
This little thing actually had quite a distinct appearance!
But, how on earth did He Liang get involved with this creature?
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As the narrow alley shortened beneath his feet, just as He Liang burst out of it, the footsteps chasing him abruptly stopped.
Lu Yibei glanced at the machines behind He Liang, but the ghastly boy had mysteriously vanished, as if having hidden away.
At the same time.
There was no wind blowing in front of him, but a piece of white cloth floated towards him as if held by something, gently billowing at his feet, unfolding to reveal a line of text.
He Liang swallowed hard, shining the flashlight at the white cloth, and his pupils instantly constricted sharply.
On the white cloth, words written in bloody, crooked handwriting read: “I come to find you! Once I find you, you must grant me life.”
He Liang recalled the urban legend game he played a week ago, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, his body jolted, and he collapsed to the ground.
“N-no, I clearly followed the protocol and finished the game…”
As he spoke, he hurriedly fumbled in his coat pocket for his phone, scrolling through the chat history from a week prior to find the game’s flow and reaching the bottom, where he saw a note.
【PS: If abnormal phenomena occur once the game ends, try to hide; under no circumstances should you be found by “it”!
Once dawn breaks, find the doll used for the game and burn it.】
“Doll… burn it…”
He Liang repeated those two words, his face turning ashen. The doll he had used to play the urban legend game had been thrown into the trash the next day, and now so many days had passed—who knew where it was.
After sitting on the ground for a moment, he propped himself up against a nearby machine, trembling as he stood up, like a living corpse, and made his way toward the duty room.
“Maybe things aren’t so bad; urban legend tales are just tales, after all, they don’t imply they truly exist.”
Many people experience such self-soothing thoughts during urban legend attacks, and He Liang was no exception.
Returning to the duty room, He Liang sat in front of the computer for a long time. Finally, he could no longer contain himself, opened the browser, and searched for information left by players of “Hide and Seek Alone.”
After some operations, he quickly found relevant discussions in an urban legends forum he frequented.
【Post 17 by Master Mi at Qingshan: “Hide and Seek Alone” is essentially a “curse.” The cursed target is the player themselves.
In other words, the player is playing “hide and seek” with themselves. Want to win? Ha!】
……
【Post 76 by WSDE1002: I played it with a spirit of experimentation, and something really happened!
I had six consecutive nights of nightmares related to hide and seek.
Moreover, when I tried to deal with the doll later, it was as if it had been hidden by someone, very difficult to find.
When I tried to burn it, I felt dizzy and the flames refused to catch several times.】
……
【Post 247 by WSDE1002: Hi everyone, I’m the sister of the poster from Post 76.
My brother played that damned game, and now it’s been over a month.
The day before yesterday, he was officially admitted for long-term observation in psychiatry. The doctor said his hallucinations are getting more severe, and he even showed violent tendencies.
I still don’t understand what drove him to secretly reinstate that damned game.
In the end, the doll couldn’t be found…
In short, whether you believe it or not, please don’t let anyone play it anymore. Please!】
Lu Yibei stood behind He Liang and quickly scanned the game flow, feeling his mood suddenly grow somber.
This is bad! This game seems to be the one Yang Yi and the others were planning to play!
Lu Yibei thought, and then suddenly, his vision became blurry, and his perspective shifted.
At the moment his perspective overlapped with He Liang’s, he understood that He Liang was nearing d*ath.
Just like the woman who was killed by Miss Rabbit…
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After reading a series of messages, He Liang slumped into his chair, staring blankly at the screen as if he were a doll.
Outside, he didn’t know when it had quieted down; even the cicadas and crickets had stopped chirping. Only the increasingly strong wind continued to blow, making the window rattle and create a “bang bang” sound, as if an unseen child was crawling on it.
However.
The various terrifying scenes that flashed through He Liang’s mind continued failing to materialize.
Sitting in silence, suffering through the torture.
He felt his bl**d running cold, his body becoming increasingly frigid, until he finally could not hold on any longer and crawled under the blanket.
The thick blanket enveloped his body like a warm hug, providing him with some solace, and a glimmer of hope quietly arose in his heart.
I hope tonight will pass peacefully, and when morning comes, I must find that doll, no matter what.
As long as I find that doll, I’ll be fine. He Liang thought, and soon drowsiness crept upon him.
The next moment, he felt something bump against the bed leg, and then that thing crawled onto the bed, pressing down the springs of the wire bed, causing a light “creak, creak” sound.
Then, the thing at the foot of the bed suddenly stopped moving, as if waiting for something.
A chill shot up his spine, and He Liang instantly lost all sleepiness. He wanted to get up and see what had crawled onto the bed but felt as if someone held down his limbs, rendering him unable to move.
Thus, after a few suffocatingly deafening seconds, He Liang suddenly felt the blanket at his feet being lifted, and something crawled in.
A pair of cold, wet little hands slid along his body, slowly climbing up.
His body trembled uncontrollably. When that thing reached his chest, he suddenly felt able to move again, but by then, he was too terrified to do so.
The wall clock ticked away.
A long time passed.
He Liang finally mustered the courage to lift a corner of the blanket, only to see the very doll he had discarded long ago.
Soaked, as if it had just been fished out of the water, the faded red thread stained the water seeping from its body a bloody red.
“Found you! Give me your life!”
In a surreal sense, He Liang heard a strange whisper near his ear, and in the next moment, the doll on his chest sprung to life, swiftly pulling out a fruit kn*fe embedded in its chest and stabbing it toward He Liang’s chest…
“Thud—thud—thud—!”
Accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh being pierced, Lu Yibei’s vision plunged into a dark crimson.
“…”
Watching the bl**d and fragments of internal organs seemingly splatter onto his face, he couldn’t help but curse in his heart.
d*mn! What kind of urban legend is this? What kind of education did he receive?
How can it be so reckless with Jianghu rules?
Killing people hiding under blankets?
