Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Hu Fanghai immediately turned off his phone, grabbed his briefcase, and ran into the underground parking garage.

Having not exercised for a long time, he broke out in a sweat just from running a few steps.

Hu Fanghai locked the car door as soon as he got in, only then realizing that his back was completely soaked with sweat.

Without waiting for the car to fully start, Hu Fanghai stepped on the gas and drove out of the garage. As he was about to turn onto the tree-lined road, due to his panic and sweaty hands, the car crashed violently into a mimosa tree on the side of the road.

The airbags deployed, cushioning the impact, but Hu Fanghai still felt dizzy.

After several minutes, Hu Fanghai shook his head and barely regained his senses, then tried to reverse the car back onto the original road.

But when he looked up, he was horrified to find a pool of blood on his windshield.

The bloodstain looked like a little person, with hands and feet, and its head was grinning at him with a wide mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Hu Fanghai screamed and stumbled out of the car.

But every time he turned around, the bloodstain followed him relentlessly, getting closer and closer, until it could bite off his calf.

Suddenly seized by a surge of energy, Hu Fanghai gritted his teeth, accelerated rapidly, rushed back into the villa, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Exhausted, Hu Fanghai lay sprawled on the wool carpet, his hair plastered to his scalp, revealing his bald head. Several buttons on his shirt had popped off, making him look nothing like the successful entrepreneur he usually was.

Worried that the ghostly thing would catch up again, Hu Fanghai quickly found his spare phone and called a famous geomancer in the provincial capital.

"Master Liu, I've encountered something unclean. Please save me! I'm currently at that villa in Jinghai. The price is negotiable, as long as you're willing to come!"

Master Liu's voice was calm and steady, displaying the demeanor of a master: "I can accept the challenge, but I need to know how you got involved with that thing."

Hu Fanghai stammered and couldn't speak. What could he say? That he killed someone and was being retaliated against?

"Since Mr. Hu is unwilling to tell, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Seeing that he was about to hang up, Hu Fanghai didn't care about anything else and blurted out what he had done.

There was a long silence on the other end, and Hu Fanghai almost thought he was going to break the contract.

Fortunately, Master Liu finally responded to him, "Did you see that female ghost? What did she look like?"

"I..." Hu Fanghai was about to say no when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of high heels.

Da da da--

The footsteps suddenly stopped, as if they were hitting the ground heavily, and then turned into a harsh dragging sound on the tiles.

Hu Fanghai felt a chill run through his body.

He should be the only person in the villa.

Hu Fanghai didn't even dare to look up, but the footsteps drew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of him.

He saw a pair of champagne-colored high heels covered in mud, the heel of the right shoe was broken, and the upper was badly worn, but he still recognized the shoes at a glance.

Zeng Shiyao pleaded with him for several days before Hu Fanghai finally agreed to order the shoes from a top international designer.

Zeng Shiyao really likes these shoes.

She was wearing these shoes when she died.

Her ankles and calves were covered in cuts from the sand and gravel, the blood mixing with the mud and staining her silk nightgown a faded, dark red.

The owner of the dress was looking down at Hu Fanghai.

"Darling, have you missed me?"

Hu Fanghai's facial muscles twitched violently. Ignoring the soreness in his thighs, he scrambled to his feet, threw down his phone, and fled for his life.

The sound of high heels followed him at a constant distance, while a woman's soft, wistful whisper drifted over.

"Aren't you the one who loves me the most? Why are you running away when you see me?"

"Don't you want to see me? But I miss you so much, my love."

Hu Fanghai didn't listen to what she was saying at all; he just kept running until he tripped over something and fell heavily to the ground.

Hu Fanghai felt a sharp pain in his foot and realized that a layer of flowing blood film was eroding his flesh.

That pool of blood was what tripped him up.

The female ghost in the red dress floated beside him, her eyes, completely covered in blood, reflecting Hu Fanghai's face, which was even uglier with fear.

The female ghost giggled shrilly, "Daddy's here, Mommy's found Daddy!"

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Fortunately, they were not far from Jinghai Jiashu. Huang Fang drove the old van so fast that it was almost a blur, and arrived at the door of A1-03 in five minutes.

While he was still unbuckling his seatbelt, Liang Zaibing had already rushed out of the car with her dress in her arms, and the two male ghosts in the back seat had already floated out as well.

Liang Zaibing immediately spotted the car crashed into the tree, and the messy footsteps on the lawn pointed towards the villa gate.

In less than a second, the master key opened the door lock, and Liang Zaibing rushed into the hall.

On the pure white tiles, blood flowed a long way and was absorbed by the wool carpet.

Hu Fanghai's entire right leg had been gnawed off, leaving only a skeleton covered in blood. Excessive blood loss brought him to the brink of death, his chest rising and falling weakly. It took him a long time to exhale a breath, barely alive.

The female ghost noticed this uninvited prey, and her deathly face slowly turned towards Liang Zaibing, but suddenly everything went white before her eyes.

With a burst of strength, Liang Zaibing threw the wedding dress over her head.

The wedding dress was too heavy and fell to the ground before she could reach it, while the veil fluttered down and landed on Zeng Shiyao's head, barely covering half of her face.

Liang Zaibing then threw the dress over as well. The pure black suit landed on the dying Hu Fanghai, looking just like the black cloth covering the dead during a funeral.

The female ghost, who had just been filled with murderous intent, suddenly stopped, like a puppet whose spring had been unwound.

A pure white veil partially concealed Zeng Shiyao's beautiful and gentle face, revealing only a hazy glimpse. If she weren't so pale, probably no one would recognize that she had been dead for some time.

She wore a pure white wedding dress, looking like a beautiful bride about to attend her wedding.

The suit automatically slipped onto Hu Fanghai's body, the ill-fitting size making him look somewhat comical, but the groom himself clearly didn't have the energy to object.

Liang Zaibing silently took out her phone and played "Wedding March" at maximum volume.

The light and cheerful orchestral music inexplicably changed its tune, and a sinister and jarring melody echoed in the empty hall.

A stiff, eerie smile appeared on Zeng Shiyao's lips. Holding Hu Fanghai's hand, she stepped onto the blood-soaked carpet and walked step by step toward the floor-to-ceiling window filled with flowers and green plants.

The trail of blood followed the newlyweds as they walked up to the flower bed.