Chapter Twenty-Eight p2
Bo Chi immediately smiled: “You really are concerned about me? I almost didn’t hear it. Speaking of which, although you’ve become a ghost, can’t you speak human language? Come, I’ll teach you. Caring for someone should be said like this – except for you, don’t go with any strangers, they are all cruel evil spirits, not like you, beautiful and gentle…”
“Shut up!” The ‘gentle’ female ghost was embarrassed and angry, the scarlet in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, her pupils narrowed, revealing the true face of a fierce ghost, and she raised her hand and grabbed Bo Chi’s neck, saying embarrassedly: “If you dare to say another word, I’ll strangle you!”
Bo Chi instantly cowered, looking at her pitifully, not daring to speak to beg for mercy.
When she was talkative, Yu Zhao felt ashamed because her thoughts had been exposed.
Now that she was frightened and didn’t dare to speak, Yu Zhao felt uncomfortable, and even a little guilty and ashamed.
After a stalemate, Yu Zhao still withdrew her hand, her tone cold and awkward, changing the subject: “Stay away from your companions in the future. They have done evil deeds, and there are resentful and unwilling evil spirits who will find them one by one. If you get too close to them, you might be implicated, and I might not be able to save you in time.”
Bo Chi was moved and said sincerely: “Ah Zhao, you are so kind.”
Yu Zhao pursed her lips, a strange blush appearing on her pale face, and said fiercely: “Don’t overthink it, I just want to torture you myself. You are my obsession, as long as you are not dead, I will stay in the castle forever, haunting you all the time!”
Bo Chi: “…Your behavior is a bit like a stalker fan, it’s scary how obsessed you are.”
Yu Zhao sneered, not responding to her complaint, but changed the subject, her tone strange: “How do you know my name?”
Bo Chi pretended to be silly: “Huh?”
Yu Zhao coldly exposed her: “I heard you just now, you called me Ah Zhao.”
Bo Chi was speechless.
Good heavens, she’s dead and her hearing is still so sharp!
She racked her brains for an excuse, and finally, under Yu Zhao’s expression of ‘I’ll see how you make it up’, said with a sincere face: “Do you still remember I said that I like girls?”
Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes and said faintly: “Yes.”
Bo Chi clapped her hands together and said firmly: “That girl is you, Yu Zhao, I actually have a crush on you!”
Yu Zhao: “…Huh?”
Bo Chi tried to make it sound plausible: “On a certain day in a certain month and year, I fell in love with you at first sight when you passed by. From then on, I tried every means to inquire about you, and have been silently paying attention to you in the dark… Yes, that’s it!”
Yu Zhao could tell at a glance that she was lying, and asked with a laugh that was not quite a laugh: “You like me? Do you know what I usually like to do?”
“Read!” Bo Chi said without hesitation: “You read any book, and your favorite is Jox’s ‘When Will She Know My Heart’.”
Yu Zhao was stunned, looked at her a few more times, and lowered her eyes: “What do I hate?”
“Insects, filth.” Bo Chi said as she muttered: “Maybe the place where you lived as a child was too bad, so you especially hate dirt and mess, like you have mysophobia and OCD, and you have to clean the house every night.”
“My family wasn’t rich, but it wasn’t bad.” Yu Zhao explained calmly, and then her eyelashes trembled: “But I do have a habit of tidying up the house at night.”
This habit seemed to be innate to her, deeply engraved in her mind.
As if she had once scared away the person she cared about most because there were insects in her house.
Yu Zhao shook her head, and her gaze on Bo Chi became obscure: “One last question, what do I like to drink?”
Bo Chi tilted her head: “Plain water? Or milk? Anyway, you don’t like carbonated drinks.”
Yu Zhao curled her lips: “I do not like carbonated drinks, but my favorite is not plain water or milk, but honey water.”
Bo Chi was stunned: “Huh? But in reality… before, you hardly ever touched honey water.”
She was full of doubts, and suspected: “You’re not deliberately finding fault, are you?”
Yu Zhao snorted coldly: “I’m not that bored.”
Bo Chi was half-convinced, her mind full of confusion.
Why did Yu Zhao suddenly like to drink honey water?
She suddenly remembered the first world, where she had given Yu Zhao honey water.
However, the thought flashed, and she dismissed it.
After all, Yu Zhao had no memories of the past in each world, so how could she deeply remember it and directly change her preferences just because she had given her honey water?
Bo Chi couldn’t figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it, and stared at Yu Zhao with burning eyes: “How about it? Now you should believe that I have been secretly observing and secretly admiring you, right?”
Yu Zhao didn’t say anything, the blush on her pale cheeks deepened.
Bo Chi boldly approached her and asked with a strong thirst for knowledge: “Are you shy?”
Yu Zhao immediately stiffened her face: “No.”
After leaving these two words, she suddenly disappeared.
It was very similar to the way she jumped out of the window and ran away in the previous world.
Bo Chi was stunned on the spot, and muttered in confusion: “If you’re not, you’re not, why are you running?”
No one responded, she circled around, and relying on her vague memory, groped her way back.
When she passed the garden, she smelled a strong floral fragrance. Looking closely, she saw that there were many more heads in the garden, swaying with the breeze.
This silent scene was strange and terrifying.
Bo Chi didn’t dare to look any longer, and hurried into the tower.
As soon as she entered, she saw seven or eight people scattered in the hall, each with dilated pupils and bloodless lips, looking numb and desperate.
Hearing Bo Chi’s footsteps, they didn’t even look over, as if they had lost their souls.
Only Ning Gui suddenly turned her head, and when she saw her clearly, tears instantly flowed out, and she rushed over and hugged her tightly, sobbing: “Fortunately you’re still alive…”
Bo Chi was about to comfort her, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Yu Zhao’s figure in the corner of her eye.
Yu Zhao stood not far away, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her gaze as cold as a knife, just staring at them.
Bo Chi’s hand, which was about to pat Ning Gui’s back, froze in mid-air. The next second, she obediently pressed Ning Gui’s shoulder, tearing the other party from her arms, and said seriously: “If you keep hugging me, I might really die.”
Ning Gui was confused with tears in her eyes: “What?”
Bo Chi silently retracted her claws and smiled: “Nothing, it’s just a little strange, where are the others? Haven’t they come back yet? Why are only a few of you here?”
As soon as she said this, the dazed people suddenly cried out, howling desperately: “They’re all dead! They’re all dead! We’re all guilty, and it’s our sins coming back to haunt us!”
Bo Chi raised her eyebrows and asked Ning Gui in a low voice: “What does that mean?”
Ning Gui’s face was very ugly, but she still forced a smile and answered her: “They’re right, the others are all dead, some were dismembered, some were hanged on the lamp, and some were stuffed into the picture frames in the stairwell, bloody and unable to come out.”
“Later, when we were chatting, we found out that those people all had blood on their hands.” Ning Gui bit her lip, her eyes becoming more and more serious: “So we think this might be the revenge of evil spirits.”
Bo Chi hummed, and suddenly said: “What about you? Have you ever killed anyone?”
Ning Gui shook her head without hesitation: “Of course not! Chi-Chi, we’re best friends, others don’t know me, don’t you believe me?”
Bo Chi was silent for a moment, and her voice softened: “I believe you.”
Not believing in Ning Gui’s character, but believing in the protagonist’s halo of the female lead.
After all, no novel would use a morally corrupt female lead as the protagonist, right?
Bo Chi thought uncertainly.
After Ning Gui heard her words, she was once again teary-eyed, and said softly: “Chi-Chi, you’re so kind, I really like you so much.”
Bo Chi responded casually, not taking these words to heart, but instead said: “Speaking of which, it’s almost noon, right?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the delicious aroma of food wafted from the dining room.
Bo Chi walked to the sofa and rummaged through her bag, silently raising her head: “My snacks are all gone, what about you?”
The others realized the importance of the problem a beat later, and opened their bags one after another: “There’s still a chocolate bar.”
“A little bit of water.”
“Half a bag of potato chips… they’re already soggy.”
The few people looked at each other, their expressions very heavy: “If there is no food, we will starve to death before those terrifying things make a move!”
“Unless we eat in the dining room… but can the things in there be eaten?”
“This place is like a ghost wall, we can’t get out, and there are no living people besides us, where did those foods come from?”
“Could it be made of maggots and flies…”
“Or is it made of the flesh of people who have already died?”
They spoke in low voices, becoming more and more terrifying.
Bo Chi was so scared that her hair stood on end, she quietly got up, intending to find a deserted place to ask Yu Zhao.
Ning Gui noticed her movements immediately, and said softly: “Where are you going?”
Bo Chi casually said: “To go to the bathroom.”
Ning Gui stood up: “I want to go too, let’s go together.”
Bo Chi: “…”
There was nothing she could do, Bo Chi could only go upstairs with Ning Gui.
When passing the stairwell, rustling sounds came from the portraits on both sides, which were particularly clear in the quiet environment.
Bo Chi didn’t even bother to keep a distance from Ning Gui, and instead grabbed the other party’s arm tightly.
Ning Gui freed her hand to comfort her, and the two of them held their breath and went upstairs.
The second floor was covered with soft carpets, decorated in a low-key luxury, the crystal lamp refracting brilliant light, and at a certain moment, a pair of long, narrow black eyes suddenly appeared.
Bo Chi and Ning Gui walked under the lamp without knowing it, and came to the bathroom.
Directly opposite the door was a glass mirror, clearly exposing their figures in it.
Bo Chi walked to the mirror, and first said to Ning Gui: “You go to the toilet, I’ll wait for you outside.”
Ning Gui hummed softly and stepped inside.