Chapter Twenty-Eight p1
The coldness faded, and Bo Chi instantly woke up, scrambling away from the sofa.
When she looked up again, she saw an old woman with a wrinkled face sitting on the left side of where she had been, her eyebrows drooping, glancing at the woman in front of her.
The woman had loose black hair, the ends slightly curled, her face pale and almost transparent, and her long, narrow eyes flashed with a cold light, making her beautiful face look sinister and dangerous.
Bo Chi’s heart settled down as soon as she saw her.
Because this person was clearly Yu Zhao.
“Little girl.” The old woman suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse and dissatisfied: “The people who come here are all people who deserve to die, you shouldn’t stop me.”
“Other people can die.” Yu Zhao said gloomily: “She can’t.”
Bo Chi was moved to tears, and wished she could rush over right now.
It seemed that she had wronged Yu Zhao before. Even if this person had lost her memory, she was still a good person!
“Why?” The old woman’s voice became even colder.
A smile suddenly appeared on Yu Zhao’s expressionless face. Her eyes fell on the starry-eyed Bo Chi, and she said with malicious glee: “Because I want to torture her slowly, make her unable to live or die, and forever be trapped in fear!”
Bo Chi: “…”
She took back what she had just said.
Whether she had amnesia or not, Yu Zhao was a cold-blooded and cruel pervert!
Bo Chi completely cowered, and even hoped that the old woman wouldn’t leave, and just chat with Yu Zhao all night, to hold back Yu Zhao, this big bad egg.
However, after hearing Yu Zhao’s words, the old woman’s expression improved, and she didn’t say anything more, her figure suddenly disappearing.
In the huge hall, only Bo Chi and Yu Zhao were left.
Seeing Yu Zhao turn her head and stare at her coldly, Bo Chi forced a smile: “Sister, let’s talk things out. You see, I don’t even know you, isn’t it a bit too much for you to want to torture me?”
She didn’t know what she said wrong, but Yu Zhao’s pupils narrowed with resentment: “You don’t know me, then do you know Zhao Bin?”
Bo Chi searched through the original owner’s memory for a long time, and finally found that this person was a fish raised by the original owner.
——That’s right, the original owner was a major sea king, raising countless fish, having as many spare tires as she wanted, saying all day that she wanted to find a boyfriend, but deliberately fishing for benefits from the men around her.
Emmm.
This was very much a vicious female supporting character.
Bo Chi condemned the original owner’s behavior, but now that she had replaced the original owner, she had to clean up the mess: “Are you Zhao Bin’s friend?”
Yu Zhao said coldly: “I’m not familiar with him, he just used to live upstairs from me. Three years ago, he saved up for several months to buy a gift for you, wanting to confess to you. You thought the gift wasn’t high-end enough, and threw it into the trash. He couldn’t get over it afterwards, and set fire to his house, committing suicide. That fire killed many people, and I was one of them.”
Bo Chi: “…Although you are very unlucky, b-but you should take revenge on Zhao Bin first! He was the one who set the fire!”
Yu Zhao smiled, and said maliciously: “He’s already dead, torn to pieces by me, forever dead.”
Bo Chi trembled at her smile, and said tearfully: “I didn’t handle the gift properly, I can buy it again and return it. As for rejecting the confession, I can’t go against my own feelings. I don’t like him, isn’t it normal to refuse?”
Yu Zhao sneered: “Don’t like him? I think you’re vain and promiscuous, only thinking about getting benefits. Talking about love would make other men give up on pleasing you, that’s why you refused to agree to him.”
“Of course not, I really don’t like him, and I don’t like those men who surround me!” Bo Chi said decisively in order to save her life: “I like women! Women with fair skin, beautiful faces, slender waists, and long legs!”
Yu Zhao: “…”
Bo Chi tried to widen her eyes, showing her sincerity: “Really, that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t like men at all, how could I be with them just because they’re attentive?”
Yu Zhao came back to her senses from her daze, and looked at her faintly: “Words are cheap. You want me to let you go with just a simple sentence, aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself?”
Bo Chi braced herself and said: “Then what do you say?”
Yu Zhao smiled again, but this time with a bit of playfulness: “Unless you can prove it to me.”
Bo Chi was shocked: “You’re so perverted that you want to watch a live sex show?!”
Yu Zhao moved her eyebrows, and returned to her expressionless dead face: “Kissing is enough, I’m not interested in having sex with you.”
Bo Chi breathed a sigh of relief, but after reacting, her pupils shook: “You, you, you, you mean you want me to kiss you?”
Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes: “Didn’t you say you like women? I can cooperate with you. If you regret it now, there’s still time.”
Time for what?
To be tortured repeatedly as a fickle sea king?
Bo Chi didn’t want to die, especially not to be killed by Yu Zhao.
But kissing a ghost…
It was really scary TAT
She cried in her heart, her steps dragging as she came to Yu Zhao.
Yu Zhao looked at her with an unfathomable expression, waiting quietly.
Their eyes met, Bo Chi closed her eyes in fear, cheered herself on in her heart, and crashed forward with an indomitable momentum.
The touch was slightly cold.
But also very soft.
Bo Chi’s heart trembled, her fear of ghosts quietly dissipated, and she even stuck out her red tongue, habitually intertwining with her lover.
Yu Zhao’s body stiffened, she raised her hand and pressed her head, separating from her, and then retracted her hand as if avoiding something.
Bo Chi didn’t dare to open her eyes to see her ghostly appearance, so she closed her eyes and asked: “What’s wrong?”
There was no response.
Bo Chi was full of question marks, and quietly opened her eyes, only to find that Yu Zhao had escaped at some point.
The hall was empty, and the thunder and rain outside the window gradually stopped.
The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, inexplicably giving a feeling of lazy comfort.
Bo Chi circled around and couldn’t find Yu Zhao, so she yawned and climbed onto the sofa.
It was already late at night, she relaxed, and couldn’t help but want to sleep.
**
With Yu Zhao around, Bo Chi slept exceptionally soundly, not even dreaming. When she woke up, it was already dawn. The faint sounds coming from the stairs woke her up. Bo Chi used her hand to casually comb her long hair. When she looked up, she met Ning Gui’s panicked gaze.
“A-Chi?!” Ning Gui was stunned, and then ran over with surprise, hugging her and crying: “It’s great… It’s great that you’re okay!”
Bo Chi still remembered that when things were chaotic last night, she was the only one who tried to pull her away. Although she didn’t succeed, Bo Chi was very grateful for her intentions, and smiled and replied: “I’m fine, don’t cry, you won’t look good if you cry.”
“I’m not good-looking anyway.” Ning Gui said glumly, her gaze on Bo Chi focused and obscure: “Chi-Chi is the best-looking… I will always like Chi-Chi!”
“Don’t put yourself down.” Bo Chi smiled and rubbed her head. When her gaze swept across the table, she suddenly saw a pair of eyes suddenly appearing on the smooth and clear table, their pupils dark and staring straight at them.
Bo Chi was so frightened that her pupils shook. When she looked carefully again, she saw that the glass table was empty, without anything on it.
She wasn’t sure if she was seeing things, but she didn’t dare to hug Ning Gui anymore, so she stood up straight.
Their chatting gave the others courage. After a while, the classmates came down in groups, shrinking back a few meters away, and asking in a flurry of voices: “Bo Chi, are you human or ghost?”
“How did you survive last night?”
“Where’s that ghost? Is it dead?”
“…Ghosts are already dead, right.” Bo Chi muttered, and then carefully weighed her words.
She didn’t mention Yu Zhao’s existence, only saying that the old woman wanted to kill her, but inexplicably left in the end, leaving behind the sentence ‘the people who come here are all people who deserve to die’.
Hearing this sentence, everyone present changed their expressions slightly.
Ning Gui was the same.
Bo Chi had been secretly observing them, and seeing this, she understood.
It seemed that she was right. The people who entered the castle should all be people with moral flaws.
For example, the original owner, was it perhaps a murder caused by her sea king behavior?
Bo Chi speculated in her heart, but didn’t say anything else.
The others were guilty, so they didn’t press her, each with a difficult expression, sitting absentmindedly in the hall.
At eight o’clock, the rich aroma of food wafted from the dining room again, making everyone swallow their saliva.
The snacks in their bags were running low. Everyone had barely managed a meal, and felt that they couldn’t waste any more time, so they began to arrange the next plan.
They were students from the same school, and had come to the castle to explore and play for various reasons. They were not familiar with this place. Whether it was to go outside and find a way out, or to stay in the haunted house and look for clues, it was the same hellish difficulty for them.
But there was no other way, waiting for death was too painful, so they could only tear off pieces of paper, write their names, divide into two areas, and then randomly draw lots.
The final result came out, Bo Chi and Ning Gui were separated, she went outside to explore, and the other stayed in the castle.
Ning Gui’s expression was not good, holding Bo Chi’s hand and refusing to separate.
Seeing that the main group was about to disperse, Bo Chi still patted her head, comforted her a few words, and then followed the crowd.
Everyone seemed to have watched horror movies, and no one was so foolish as to want to go alone. They all huddled together, looking around vigilantly, and moving outwards at a turtle’s pace.
Out of the tower, there was the garden.
There were no flowers in the garden, only endless black soil and scattered dark red petals, desolate and yet strangely beautiful.
The crowd stood in front of the garden for a moment. Seeing that it was empty, there was no need to check, so they decided to bypass the garden and head towards the dense forest outside the city gate.
They walked, and as they walked, they suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers in the wind.
The crowd looked back in confusion, only to see that several familiar heads had grown out of the black soil they had just walked over, clearly their companions who had been standing beside them just a moment ago.
Blood flowed on the heads, showing a scarlet color. The breeze blew their hair, and their heads swayed, like wildflowers swaying in the wind.
Everyone looked terrified, no longer able to maintain the formation of a group, and scattered like headless flies. Some ran towards the castle, some ran towards the dense forest, and some, like Bo Chi, didn’t even know where they were running, completely disoriented.
In the chaos, a cold hand suddenly grabbed Bo Chi’s wrist, leading her away from the garden.
For Bo Chi, Yu Zhao was different from others.
Even though their hands were equally cold and hard, she still realized that the one pulling her at this moment was Yu Zhao.
Because of this, she didn’t struggle, but obediently followed the other party’s pace.
After turning left and right to a deserted place, Yu Zhao let go of her hand and frowned, scolding her: “Leaving with a stranger so casually in this kind of place, are you really not afraid of death?”
Bo Chi was stunned by the question: “…Didn’t you pull me first?”
Yu Zhao snorted coldly: “So what if I did? Did you know beforehand? You dared to follow someone without knowing, do you not have a brain, or—”
Her voice suddenly lowered, her gloomy dark eyes faintly flashing with blood, making her face even more pale and terrifying: “Or have you not realized… that this place is full of evil spirits?”
Bo Chi blinked, not frightened by her change of face, and asked seriously with great curiosity: “Are you concerned about me?”
Yu Zhao’s sinister expression froze.
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