Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

It's likely that her family disliked her for bringing shame to the family, so they wrote these words on the door.

Huang Fang felt a little sorry for her, "That's such a nasty insult, was it really necessary?"

Liang Zaibing remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

No matter how many kind words they say, the female ghost will not let them go.

Wasn't that how Huang Fang got entangled back then?

After confirming that no other information could be found, Liang Zaibing took out her key and unlocked the door.

The door swayed precariously as it was pushed open, revealing a dark interior where the furnishings were obscured, with only two flickering, will-o'-the-wisps of light visible.

The crimson flames flickered, like soul lamps guiding the way to the entrance of hell.

Without hesitation, Liang Zaibing used her phone's flashlight to find the light switch on the wall, but nothing happened when she pressed it.

It could be due to a power outage caused by prolonged disuse, or it could simply be the work of supernatural forces.

"If the power is out, use a flashlight. Be careful when looking for clues, and pay attention to things like diaries, videotapes, computers, and cell phones."

Huang Fang was taken aback. "You're not coming with me?"

"The ghost is inside. It doesn't matter if there's one or two people. The sooner we find clues, the safer we'll be."

After Liang Zaibing finished speaking, he took the lead and went to check the fire.

Huang Fang said "Oh" and walked in, trembling.

Almost the second after Huang Fang stepped into 402, the door was suddenly slammed shut by a draft of wind.

God knows how that broken door didn't fall apart.

Huang Fang was startled; if he hadn't been holding onto the phone strap, he would have smashed the phone on the ground.

Liang Zaibing didn't even bother to give him a glance.

If a ghost really wants to kill someone, it can't escape. Closing the door is just a scare tactic; in reading comprehension terms, it's to create a terrifying atmosphere.

"Don't worry about it, hurry up."

Huang Fang gritted his teeth, took two quick steps, and entered the study.

In horror games, the study and bedroom are the places with the most hidden clues.

Liang Zaibing quickly scanned the scene on the dining table.

A pure white lace tablecloth was laid on the table, and a plate containing brown chunks of meat was placed in the center, still steaming. Next to it stood two half-burnt white candles, eerily dripping red wax tears.

Is this arrangement of offerings for the dead?

He picked up the fork next to him, poked at the meat a few times, and revealed a whole finger at the bottom of the plate.

He wanted to know where Lin Yucheng's missing body was.

Liang Zaibing put down her fork and turned to go into the kitchen across the street.

As soon as he stepped through the glass door of the kitchen, he felt a chilling wind blowing behind him.

How can there be wind in a tightly closed room?

Even knowing that the vengeful ghost was close, or even possibly right behind her, Liang Zaibing continued her search methodically.

The frozen prawns, bird's nest, and steak in the refrigerator had begun to emit an unpleasant, rotten smell, indicating that the owner had been away for some time.

The freezer compartment was piled with some expensive ice cream, but that was it; there was no meat as he had expected.

The time it takes for the female ghost and the ghost baby to become ghosts is probably not long, and it may even be the time when Huang Fang encounters them.

Liang Zaibing remembered the white paper umbrella that disappeared with the female ghost; it was said to be able to block out yang energy and shield ghosts.

If I get that umbrella back, will I be able to escape the ghosts' pursuit?

Next is the cooking station.

A row of condiments with illegible names, a cutting board and cleaver stained with blood, delicate bowls and plates weighing down the counter, and bits of minced meat floating on the dirty water.

not found.

The chill on the back of his neck grew stronger and stronger, making his body stiff.

Since the vengeful ghost hasn't killed anyone yet, there's still a chance.

Liang Zaibing took two steps back and was about to leave the kitchen when her flashlight inadvertently shone on the floor tiles in front of the cabinet.

A corner of the off-white diamond-patterned tile was broken and was roughly repaired.

It was a perfectly ordinary scene, but his mind went blank, and he didn't even notice the female ghost's hand quietly touching his back.

-----

The hazy impression became clearer and clearer, and he saw that the kitchen was bright and cozy under warm yellow light.

A pale-faced, brooding boy wielded a disproportionately heavy cleaver, hacking away at the fresh beef bones on the cutting board.

He walked in, muttered a few words, took the cleaver from the boy's hand, and handed it to the man with a bandage wrapped around his right eye.

With a single stroke, the cleaver cleaved the cow bone and the cutting board in two, and the cleaver fell to the ground, smashing a large crater in the floor tiles.

He cursed and kicked the person out, cleaned up the broken tiles, and bought cement to put them back together himself another day.

-----

He remembered everything.

Just as the female ghost was about to rip out his heart, a line of blood suddenly flowed from Liang Zaibing's right eye, and at the same time appeared a crimson-eyed vengeful ghost surrounded by tangible malevolent energy.

Chen An was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly. The female ghost's fingernail had only penetrated half an inch into her flesh when it was blown away.

Chen An's left eye was even redder than the Blood Pool Purgatory; he had waited far too long.

Because of the excessive force, one of the stitches on his wrist even broke.

Liang Zaibing frowned upon seeing this.

The female ghost, who had just maintained the appearance of a young girl, instantly reverted to her blood-covered state, let out a shriek, and pounced again.

A series of agonizing screams came from the study not far away, and Liang Zaibing used the family photo without thinking.

Shiyi paused for a moment, then immediately headed towards the study to rescue Huang Fang.

Huang Fang somehow climbed to the very top of the bookshelf, where he was now clutching his laptop tightly and screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

The ghost baby was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it crawled from the floor to within half a meter of Huang Fang, its mouth full of fine teeth wide open, trying to bite off his ankle.

Eleven arrived even faster than the ghost baby's mouth.

Sensing the presence of a strange, fellow being, the ghost infant froze, turning its head to look.

Huang Fang looked at the extra ghost and felt like jumping off a building.

He was already horribly mutilated by the death of one ghost infant, and now there are two more. Is his little bit of flesh enough for the ghost masters to share?

While the two ghosts were locked in a stalemate, Huang Fang moved slowly on top of the cabinet, approaching the window.

He no longer cared whether it was the fourth floor or not; even if he died, he would at least die quickly.

The new ghost boy suddenly looked at him, and Huang Fang froze, thinking he was doomed.

As a result, the ghost glanced at him and then looked away. Huang Fang's heart, which had almost jumped out of his throat, finally settled back into his stomach, and he cautiously continued his great project of jumping off the building.

Just as his feet touched the window frame, something unexpected happened.

The ghost boy actually went straight for the ghost baby. Before he even got close to the ghost baby, he burst out with a sharp, painful howl that almost shattered Huang Fang's eardrums.

The ghost baby's screams turned into anger, and it scrambled around on all fours, trying to grab the thing that was causing it so much pain, but it couldn't catch up with it no matter what it did.

Eleven moved very fast, easily dodging the attacks, as if casting a long line to fish.

At the same time, continue to attack the ghost infant's spirit. Although you can't kill it, it's enough to make it suffer.

Huang Fang stared at the two ghosts chasing and dodging in the room, unable to believe his eyes.

Do ghosts fight amongst themselves?