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Ghostly Night Walk
The streets were devoid of life, not a single soul in sight.
Only a faint mist lingered, heavy with ghostly shadows. Fortunately, I had the Breath-Holding Talisman, which kept me from attracting the attention of the wandering spirits around me. After some time, I finally spotted Zhou Mengyao's Grocery store.
The roll-up door of the Grocery store was tightly shut. I approached the entrance and raised my hand, just about to knock.
The door swung open.
Zhou Mengyao's face was obscured in the dim light, making it hard to discern her features, but it gave me an unsettling feeling.
This sensation was akin to the aura one feels when gazing upon a corpse in a coffin. It was a Deathly Aura—something no living person should possess. I stood frozen in place, unwilling to step inside.
"Why aren't you coming in, Qi?" she asked.
"Are you okay, Sister Zhou?"
"What could possibly be wrong? Come inside," Zhou Mengyao said as she opened the door wider. Still, I remained unmoved, hoping she would step out on her own so that I wouldn’t have to resort to untrustworthy means to draw her out.
"Sister Zhou, what have you been busy with lately?"
"The Ghost Festival. What else could I be doing? Preparing for my Deadbeat. I went to your Funeral Home a few days ago, but it was closed. I'm actually curious about what you've been up to."
"You went to the Funeral Home?" My heart skipped a beat. Generally, who would go looking for bad luck unless they had a reason? Most people would buy offerings for their deceased loved ones at the Grocery store. Those who visited the Funeral Home either had a deceased relative or were relatives buying wreaths for a funeral.
"You're here. I would have left if you weren't."
"Is there something you need from me?"
"I'm pregnant."
I didn't know how to react; the words "pregnant" sent a chill down my spine. It felt connected to the nightmares I had been having lately, making me a bit paranoid. For an ordinary woman, pregnancy would be a joyous occasion worthy of congratulations, but Zhou Mengyao was a widow.
A widow without a man by her side was somehow pregnant. Such a phenomenon was nearly unheard of, but for Zhou Mengyao, it was undoubtedly a path to ruin. From now on, she would face public scorn and live in disgrace.
"Why are you silent? Aren't you coming in? What are you afraid of?"
"Sister Zhou, don't scare me. This isn't a joke to take lightly. Besides, it's better to keep things like this low-key."
Upon hearing my words, Zhou Mengyao seemed agitated and pushed the door open wider. The door creaked ominously in the stillness of the night, sending shivers down my spine. No matter how much she opened the door, I still couldn't see her face clearly.
Her face remained shrouded in shadow, as if the darkness itself had a life of its own, shifting with her movements.
The street outside was deserted.
Yet I could sense movement in the shadows, accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling—sometimes rapid, sometimes sparse.
Zhou Mengyao seemed to notice the strange sounds too; she appeared anxious. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my arm, her icy grip sending chills throughout my body.
I shuddered involuntarily, unable to escape as she pulled me into the house.
"Last year, a man pretending to be disabled, lying on the wheel of a four-wheeled vehicle, was crushed by a car. Tsk, the wheels tore a living person in half. Aren't you scared?" Zhou Mengyao trembled all over, looking very frightened. I finally got a good look at her face.
It wasn't pale; it was as normal as could be. Moreover, her belly wasn't pregnant; it was flat. She was barefoot and looked perpetually sleep-deprived, her appearance could easily be described as bleary-eyed.
I didn't quite believe the rumors that slandered her; she had many men. Among those men, I was one of them, though I was younger compared to the others.
I squinted at her and asked, "What are you busy with, Sister Zhou?"
Zhou Mengyao appeared flustered, her hands trembling as she forced a smile. "Look, Qi is here! I haven't even done my hair or washed my face yet. I'll go tidy up right now." She quickly walked inside, and I suspiciously followed, already prepared with something in hand.
Upon reaching the washroom, I heard the sound of running water inside and felt too embarrassed to enter.
Was it guilt towards Zhou Mengyao or something else? I searched for various excuses to explain the feelings I had sensed earlier. Perhaps it was an illusion; there was no Deathly Aura—Zhou Mengyao was just fine. A beautiful woman with a hard life wouldn't experience anything more painful than the death of a loved one.
So she wouldn't die; right now, Zhou Mengyao was perfectly fine taking a shower inside. My stubborn thoughts pushed away previous doubts, and my mood inexplicably improved. I intended to turn around and leave, unwilling to have any further entanglements with her.
But unexpectedly, just as I turned to leave, the door creaked open slightly. The sound of water became enticing, reminding me of that night with Zhou Mengyao. I couldn't help but stop in my tracks, bending down to peek through the crack in the door.
Under the showerhead were not only a pair of quivering and voluptuous breasts but also two exceptionally plump and round buttocks, white as porcelain. If touched, they would feel smooth without a single wrinkle, shaped like a dazzling full moon.
If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no man would believe that Zhou Mengyao was a married woman—a widow at that—and the youngest widow around. Yet she possessed an alluring body that made ordinary women envious: full and distinct curves that were mature to perfection.
I thought that at this moment, every man likely shared my thoughts—wishing to become the water in the showerhead so they could freely explore every inch of her skin. Gulp—what sound was that? My throat felt dry; it was only then I realized it was the sound of me swallowing hard, along with some part of my body quietly undergoing an embarrassing change.
My hands instinctively moved to cover that unruly part of me as I took steps back. I told myself: I can't do this. I already felt guilty towards Mi after the first time; this time, I absolutely couldn't make another mistake.
As I was lost in thought, the sound of water stopped. Looking inside, I saw that Zhou Mengyao had already gotten dressed. She must not have known that I was here watching her bathe. I needed to leave quickly; my resolve was firm, and the so-called doubts in my mind had long since dissipated, floating away to who knows where.
I felt like a thief caught in the act, yet there was an inexplicable sense of joy within me. In a panic, I ran off and randomly retreated into a room. Almost immediately, I regretted it. Why did I come here? It would have been better to go to the living room; at least there I wouldn't feel so uneasy.
I pushed open the door, intending to leave, but suddenly caught a whiff of a foul odor.
What is that smell? Confused, I turned around. The room was pitch dark. I reached out to turn on the light but then remembered that I had sneaked in here; turning on the light would expose me. But if I didn't turn on the light and stayed here, that wouldn't be good either!
In that moment, I made a silly decision. Quickly turning back, I pulled out my phone and scanned the room.
As soon as I did, I froze.
This was an all-too-familiar bedroom. There was a bed, a white combination cabinet, and a desktop computer. The vanity—this was Zhou Mengyao's bedroom—and there was someone lying on the bed.
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