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Time passed quickly, and before long, March had gone by. During this time, Ye Mingshang was very happy in Cloud Mist Wonderland.
Not only did he spend his days with Mengyu, exploring everywhere, but he also found old friends and met many new ones.
While he was enjoying himself, he was unaware that the Mortal Realm was on the brink of chaos, contrasting sharply with the peace and tranquility of this place.
In a bustling city, night had fallen, yet the neon lights illuminated the surroundings, preventing it from feeling dark.
After finishing their day's work, the people in the city began their extravagant nightlife.
In front of a bar, a young man with blonde hair drove up in a luxury car. After exchanging a few words with an unfamiliar Enchanting Woman, she happily got into his car.
In this city filled with bright lights and indulgence, finding some fun was quite simple as long as one had money.
The car drove into an underground parking lot. The two, consumed by desire, could no longer resist and rolled together in the back seat. The sounds of the car shaking echoed loudly in the empty basement.
In the dim light, glimpses of intimacy could be seen inside the car.
As they were having fun, the blonde man flipped the woman over and pressed her down beneath him, sweat pouring freely.
However, he did not notice that the woman's once beautiful face had suddenly turned grotesque and terrifying.
Placing a delicate white hand on his back, it abruptly became dry and elongated into long nails, with veins bulging out like tree roots.
"Baby! You're really something; this is so exciting!"
The blonde man continued to ride wildly without realizing the woman's horrifying Face was breaking into a sinister smile.
"Ah!!!"
The piercing scream echoed through the spacious underground parking lot, a sound that even the car's good soundproofing couldn't muffle, creating an atmosphere of sheer terror.
A young man passing by the garage entrance suddenly heard the scream and stopped in his tracks, looking towards the garage. Driven by curiosity, he chose not to leave but to investigate further.
Tap! Tap!
In the empty basement, the sound of sneakers was amplified, creating an eerie ambiance with its echoes.
"Is anyone there?"
As he stepped into the basement, the dim light made it hard to see far ahead, and the darkness in the distance caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
Swallowing hard, he called out again, "Do you need help?"
He took another step forward, his hand pressed against the wall as he slowly walked around a corner.
Behind him, against the wall, a disheveled woman with an alluring figure seemed powerless as she leaned against it, her long hair cascading over her face.
The young man suddenly felt a surge of alertness; his expression turned tense as he struggled to turn around.
When he caught sight of a disheveled young woman whose clothing was askew, he was initially startled. Then, driven by youthful impulses, he felt a rush of emotions.
His face flushed; realizing it wasn't the right moment for such feelings, he tried to suppress his racing heart and slowly moved closer, asking, "Hello, do you need help?"
The woman did not respond, which only deepened his confusion and curiosity, prompting him to step closer.
"Have you been harmed? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?" As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch her gently.
Just as they were within a meter of each other, she suddenly lifted her head.
In the dimly lit basement, a pair of bright green eyes stood out prominently. Aside from these eerie eyes, what caught the gaze was a terrifying face that resembled melted white wax.
"Ah!"
The young man suddenly screamed, wanting to flee, but his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.
The woman's horrifying face was smeared with fresh red blood—not her own, but that of the unfortunate soul who had already died in the car.
With her appearance transformed into this grotesque form, there was no trace of beauty left; she looked like a talisman hung on the wall for warding off evil or a figure used for contraception.
In this state, she seemed to move with difficulty, or perhaps it was an attempt to create an atmosphere, as her movements were extremely stiff.
She stared at the young man across from her with exaggerated wide eyes, her mouth suddenly stretching into a grin that nearly reached her ears.
This smile was far from charming; if you saw it, you would likely never be able to hold your head up again.
The young man's handsome, pale face turned even whiter, his expression filled with terror. He wanted to scream, but his jaw trembled, and a wave of nausea blocked his throat, rendering him unable to make a sound.
Tap! Tap!
The sound of the woman's high heels echoed painfully in the basement, each step striking like a drumbeat against the young man's heartache.
Unable to stand, he crawled backward slowly using both hands and feet, his lips turning pale.
The woman continued to approach him at a leisurely pace, her face still wearing that chilling grin, constantly jarring the young man's nerves.
His nerves were stretched tightly, almost ready to snap. As he watched her draw closer and closer, fear surged within him, and his heartache intensified.
The sweet metallic taste of blood stimulated his taste buds, and the sharp pain in his tongue jolted him awake, restoring his ability to move.
"Ghost! It's a ghost!"
While rolling and crawling forward, he shouted loudly, his face still showing the lingering terror, almost to the point of madness, on the verge of collapse.
The distance between the two parties did not increase. As the young man began to stand and run, the woman let out a sinister laugh and suddenly accelerated, not chasing him directly but moving slightly faster than him.
The basement was spacious and quiet. Even while running, the young man could hear the footsteps behind him getting closer, intensifying his fear.
The pursuing female ghost laughed menacingly, seemingly losing patience. She suddenly sped up and, in just a few breaths, caught up to him. Her body leaped high into the air and in an instant was right behind the young man.
With her mouth wide open, she was about to bite down, and the young man's life hung by a thread.
"Sword Points the Way, Heart Follows, Sword Qi Exorcises Evil, Spirit Sword Slays Demons. Flying Sword Technique, Forgive! Heart's Desire, Sword Qi Exorcism, Spirit Sword Slaying Demons. Flying Sword Technique, grant mercy!"
A dazzling golden light flashed by. The female ghost's body suddenly froze. She turned back with an expression of disbelief before collapsing to the ground.
Dirty blood flowed from beneath her body; her face still bore a look of terror but remained silent.
The young man leaned against the wall at the end of the corridor and turned around to see the female corpse lying in a pool of blood not far away. Heartache mixed with confusion as he cautiously watched ahead.
Accompanied by faint light, a figure dressed in loose Daoist robes slowly appeared, stopping only when it reached the front of the female corpse. (To be continued.)
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