Chapter Seventeen: The Female Protagonist is Behind You, Why Are You Acting Crazy Towards Me?
The male protagonist wasn’t someone you could just take out easily, but Bai Yu wasn’t one to back down. Whether she had to get her hands dirty or borrow someone else’s kn*fe, she was determined to give it a shot. The current situation was simple: if she couldn’t k*ll him herself, she’d let the madman downstairs do the job.
After all, the male protagonist’s identity didn’t guarantee he couldn’t d*e; if she couldn’t off him, that just meant her methods were off.
Chains wrapped around her slender arms, Bai Yu sent a punch flying that sent the man crashing into the wall. As he collided with the surface, she instantly appeared in front of him, bringing her foot down with a satisfying crunch, shattering one of his arms.
“What the heck are you?!” he howled like a lunatic, scrambling up. Just as he got to his feet, another chain-wrapped fist came down like a meteor, thudding solidly against his chest.
BAM!
A cloud of black smoke erupted from the man as he smashed into the wall again.
Half-collapsed on the ground, the man lifted his head just in time to see that chain-wrapped fist growing larger in his vision, and even his fuzzy brain started to clear. Desperate, he moved his head, and that punch just barely grazed his face before slamming into the wall with a dull thud, leaving a small dent.
After turning into a ghost, he’d been tortured day in and day out, forced to “burn to d*ath” every single day. After years of this, his senses had dulled, and he acted purely on instinct, attacking anyone who dare step foot on the fifth floor.
Thanks to Bai Yu’s punches, he temporarily regained some of his dazed consciousness.
“Go downstairs and k*ll that man from earlier. However, that girl in your room is off-limits!” With a swift kick, Bai Yu sent the man flying, glaring down at him from above.
It turns out even ghosts can be scared.
The man trembled, nodding vigorously as he hurried toward the staircase.
Once he left, Bai Yu flicked the chains off her arm, taking out the hanging ghost and devouring it before heading downstairs herself.
Meanwhile, Lu Liangting had just kicked the Raincoat Man away and made a run for it.
He never expected that just when he thought things were calming down after being saved by the kind White Skirt Female Ghost on the fifth floor, he would run into a madman on the fourth.
The hallway on the fourth floor was ablaze with spirit fire, the flames growing higher and spreading outwards. Lu Liangting was escaping like his life depended on it, racing toward an open door.
That room had the biggest flames, but he had to get there.
He needed to get the key to open room 506 on the fifth floor and free that female corpse to end it all.
“Have you seen my wife?!” the Raincoat Man scrambled up from the ground, not caring about his wife’s corpse lying on the floor, and stumbled after Lu Liangting.
Lu Liangting clenched his jaw, and just as he was less than ten meters from the open room, a swollen hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing his ankle. Looking down, he saw a female ghost lying on the ground, her hand clutching his ankle.
The ghost looked horrifying, her features swollen and unrecognizable from being waterlogged, and as if decaying, foul pus oozed from her face.
Her skin was not pale but rather a mottled mix of black and yellow, a color born from the mixture of filth and bloody pus.
Lu Liangting was resolute; he pulled out a rune-engraved brick from his back and smashed it against the ghost’s face.
BAM BAM BAM! After three solid hits, the ghost finally let go, and just then, the Raincoat Man charged in.
Lu Liangting was seeing red, smashing the brick against the Raincoat Man’s face.
Once the Raincoat Man was down, Lu Liangting finally reached the room, but as he stepped inside and didn’t even have a moment to breathe, a pink pickaxe flew his way from behind the door.
Lu Liangting didn’t even have time to curse; the sharp end slammed into his head. He felt warm liquid trickle down his forehead, everything going woozy as he tipped to the side.
In that moment, he couldn’t even feel the pain, just a spinning darkness as he collapsed to the ground. Under the dim, dark red light of the spirit fire, he saw a girl grasping a “weapon,” nervously biting her lip, standing there with a look of tension on her face.
“Ming, Mingyue…”
“Lu Liangting??” Zhao Mingyue recognized the person she had just knocked down.
Before she could rush over to check on him, something caught her eye at the door.
A man in a terrible-quality black nightgown clung to himself tightly, the splotchy dark stains leaving one uncertain if it was dried bl**d or something even worse.
A putrid stench hit her like a brick wall, threatening to make her gag. She couldn’t help but imagine how horrifying the body under that black gown must be.
Even worse, half of the man’s arm was shattered, and she could see ribs peeking through the wound.
“Don’t you dare come upstairs!” He blocked the doorway, with blazing spirit fire behind him, making it feel like a scene from a fire disaster.
His fire axe gleamed coldly in his hand, and his eyes held a deep grudge.
At this moment, Zhao Mingyue was less than two meters away from him.
The burning room behind her was a confirmed fire hazard, with no escape routes evident to her.
As the only exit was blocked, she pulled Lu Liangting closer while desperately calling out for Bai Yu.
“Bai Yu, Sister Bai, help!”
Lu Liangting was slumped on the ground, one hand cradling his bleeding forehead, but he couldn’t focus on that and had to cooperate with Zhao Mingyue as they slowly moved backward.
With nowhere to run, Lu Liangting pulled something from his pocket and threw it at the ghost blocking the door.
It was a bl**d-stained black pen, soaring through the air until a figure appeared, perfectly positioned between Lu Liangting and the evil ghost.
“Zhang Lin, I’m counting on you!” Lu Liangting’s voice was weak.
Zhang Lin, a young man no older than seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a basketball outfit, rushed in.
Tall and strong, he charged at the ghost, causing it to stagger back. But the evil ghost wasn’t intimidated; it raised its fire axe and swung at him, and Zhang Lin suddenly became translucent.
“This ghost…” Zhao Mingyue blinked in disbelief.
Just moments ago, Lu Liangting had summoned a ghost right in front of her!
But the problem was, this ghost didn’t seem like it could handle the evil one.
Was there really such a huge power gap between ghosts? After all, Bai Yu had dispatched this ghost in one hit!
“Use fire!” Zhao Mingyue’s eyes brightened. She looked around, yanked the fabric from the couch, and rolled it into a tight ball. She lit it with the flaming spirit fire from the curtain and hurled it at the door, where the evil ghost was.
Lu Liangting reacted quickly, “Zhang Lin, get out of the way!”
The boy ghost blinked and sank into the pen on the floor, while the burning fabric landed on the evil ghost.
Watching it catch fire and let out a howl of agony, Zhao Mingyue and Lu Liangting didn’t dare lose their guard because they weren’t sure whether this ghost would burn to d*ath first or if the evil ghost would chop them up first.
As the evil ghost screamed in pain, it lifted its axe, but at that critical moment, a red chain pierced through its body from behind.
The evil ghost collapsed, revealing the petite figure behind.
Seeing Bai Yu, Zhao Mingyue held her excitement in check, but Lu Liangting, with bl**d trickling down his forehead, exclaimed, “It’s you!”
Struggling to stand, the complex emotions in Lu Liangting’s eyes shifted between excitement and heartache.
This girl in front of him was surely another victim of this building. She was so young, at the most beautiful age of her life, yet she had died here.
And even in d*ath, she retained her kind heart, saving him not once, but twice!
She must have been so kind in life.
“Thank you for saving me. May I know your name?”
Lu Liangting firmly believed Bai Yu was a good ghost; he trusted his instincts.
“My name is Lu Liangting. Little sister, don’t be afraid. I’ll take you out of here. If you have any wishes, just tell me, and I’ll definitely help you fulfill them!”
Looking at Bai Yu’s pallid skin under her white dress, then noticing the black lines resembling cracks on her skin, he thought she looked like a broken angel doll, fragile and heart-wrenching.
But Bai Yu was left confused by his gaze.
If she remembered correctly, they’d only met twice, right?
What was with this guy acting so crazy and speaking to her like that?
And by the way, the female protagonist was right behind you; why are you going nuts at me?
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