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Finally, after she had lost count of how many wounds she had inflicted on herself, she cut the ropes binding her hands and then severed the ropes around her feet. The ropes had left deep marks on her wrists and ankles, but she paid no attention to her injuries as she ran to the cross to save Wen Shishi. Due to excessive blood loss, Wen Shishi was on the verge of unconsciousness. Su Jin'er held her and laid her on the ground, then took off her coat and covered her body.
Wen Shishi looked at her and shook her head. She pointed at the dagger in Su Jin'er's hand and weakly drew a line across her own neck. Su Jin'er shook her head in tears.
"I will definitely get you out of here. Hold on, okay? Think about your dad and mom, think about them!" Su Jin'er cried.
Blood flowed from Wen Shishi's eyes again as she wept.
She struggled to break free from Su Jin'er's embrace and wrote on the ground with her blood: "Kill me! Even if I get out like this, I won't be able to live."
After writing that, she pointed at her shattered face and all the wounds on her body. The eyeball that had once hung on her face had fallen off at some point, leaving empty eye sockets that oozed blood.
Su Jin'er shook her head in tears, tightly grasping Wen Shishi's hand.
Suddenly, Wen Shishi snatched the dagger from Su Jin'er's hand and plunged it forcefully into her own heart. Blood flowed out again as Su Jin'er cried and desperately pressed against her wound, but blood still seeped through her fingers and stained her coat red.
"Don't, please don't!"
Wen Shishi's eyes gradually dimmed. With the last bit of strength she had left, she wrote a single character on the ground. However, before she could finish writing the rest of the words, she stopped breathing. Holding her blood-soaked body, Su Jin'er looked at the last character left behind: it was "Sun." Su Jin'er stared at this character in confusion, not understanding what message Wen Shishi was trying to convey.
The body in her arms had already lost its warmth. A wave of sorrow engulfed her; just moments ago, there was a living person, now suddenly reduced to a cold corpse. Her life had just begun but was lost inexplicably. The sadness magnified infinitely, as if a lump of cotton was stuck in her throat.
She laid down the lifeless body and closed her eyes. This was the first time she witnessed a life extinguish before her eyes; that feeling was more painful than dying herself. She stood up and staggered toward the door, fully aware that it might be locked from the outside. Nevertheless, she pulled hard on it; the door opened slightly. She reached through the gap and felt the cold lock but found no key—everything was in vain. She sat down despondently on the ground, once again noticing Wen Shishi's corpse lying there.
Her eyes widened in terror.
How could this happen?
She remembered that she had just closed Wen Shishi's open eyes; why were they open again now?
Could it be a corpse trick?
When she was young, she had heard her grandmother talk about corpse tricks, but back then she was too young to understand what it really meant. She only thought it must be terrifying. Could it be that Wen Shishi's body would suddenly sit up and chase her?
She shrank her neck, staring unblinkingly at Wen Shishi's body, afraid that if she let her guard down even slightly, that terrifying corpse would stand right in front of her. Although she didn't believe in Demon stories, being alone in a room with such a horrifying corpse was enough to frighten anyone!
So, she sat stiffly on the ground for a long time, waiting. The body still lay quietly on the ground, its eyes wide open, not closing on their own. She gathered her courage, leaned against the door behind her, and stood up slowly, inching closer to the body. A cold gust of wind suddenly blew from behind her, making her shiver. She staggered forward two steps; her weakness combined with fear made it nearly impossible for her to stand.
The fluorescent light cast a dim glow over the body, making it appear even more eerie and terrifying. Suddenly, the light flickered with a buzzing sound before exploding with a loud bang, plunging the room into darkness. The sudden darkness caused her to fall to the ground, hugging her knees and trembling.
Dark environments are always frightening; suddenly, the words of that person flashed through her mind: countless ghosts come out at night looking for scapegoats.
She looked around in confusion but saw nothing. The one who had never believed in Demon was now filled with fear.
Could there really be ghosts here?
Her breathing became rapid; the previously quiet surroundings seemed even quieter because of her breaths. Her heart raced, and her scalp tingled. She suddenly felt like crying. In the dark environment, all she could think of was death; it seemed that only death could bring her relief.
Yes, death!
She repeated the word "death" over and over in her mind as her hands unconsciously groped around on the ground until she found the dagger—the one stained with Wen Shishi's blood. If she just picked it up and stabbed it fiercely into her heart, everything would end, and she would never have to be afraid again.
She grabbed the dagger and slowly brought it closer to her heart.
As long as she stabbed down, everything would come to an end.
This thought seemed to emerge from the deepest part of her heart; she could not resist it, only comply.
Su Jin'er closed her eyes as the dagger pierced through her clothing, the cold tip already breaking through the fabric and pressing against her warm skin.
If she just pushed a little harder, it would all be over.
The voice in her mind urged her again.
She shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face, but she could not stop her actions. A sharp pain jolted her brain awake; she gripped the hilt tightly, fighting against that strange force.
Her hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably. Finally, with all her strength, she threw the knife away. The dagger struck the wall and then fell to the ground, its sound echoing far from Su Jin'er.
She let out a sigh of relief, as if she had just endured a great battle. Sweat covered her forehead, and her back ached from stiffness. She raised her arm to brush aside the hair sticking to her face.
Suddenly, she felt that it had grown even darker before her eyes. She opened them wide, straining to see ahead. In the darkness, it seemed like there was an even darker shadow standing in front of her; judging by its outline, it looked like a person.
A person?
Su Jin'er was so frightened that she leaned heavily against the wall.
There were only two people in this room: herself and Wen Shishi, who had just died. So who—or what—was standing in front of her now?
She gathered her courage, reached out her hand, and slowly moved toward the indistinct figure.
Her fingertips touched a cold object, and she quickly withdrew her hand in fright. It was human skin, devoid of any warmth.
Her mind buzzed.
It was the corpse of Wen Shishi.
She really stood up.
Leaning against the wall, she slowly moved to the right, hoping she wouldn't see herself.
She silently prayed in her heart.
As an atheist, she didn't believe in ghosts, but this phenomenon of faking death had indeed occurred. So if Wen Shishi's corpse really had exploded, what did she want to do?
Kill herself?
Her body trembled with cold, and her temples throbbed. Everything was too absurd. Was someone playing a prank on her? Because she didn't believe in demons, they set up this whole scenario to scare her? But who would be so bored?
Warm tears streamed from her eyes as she felt an unprecedented fear, only hoping that Wen Shishi's corpse was merely a fake and had no intention of harming her.
However, what happened next shattered that illusion completely.
She vaguely saw that with every movement she made, the corpse would move stiffly in response.
She breathed heavily, yet still felt a lack of oxygen, as if she were running a three-thousand-meter race. With each breath, her lungs burned with pain. Her entire body felt cold, as if she were sitting in an ice cellar, with cold air constantly seeping in through her collar and sleeves, penetrating deep into her body through her pores. Every bone in her body felt frozen.
Suddenly, a pair of icy hands gripped her neck. She struggled fiercely, but the more she fought, the tighter the grip became. Her eyes began to bulge and ache, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
She dug her nails into that hand, but it seemed the other party felt no pain at all and continued to hold her tightly.
How could those hands possibly feel pain? After all, she was already dead!
Su Jin'er fell into despair as her brain slowly began to lose consciousness due to the lack of oxygen.
Was she really going to die here?
A tear slipped down her cheek and landed on the icy hand. Suddenly, the grip loosened slightly. Gaining a bit of oxygen, Su Jin'er recovered and kicked hard at Wen Shishi's corpse. Finally, the corpse released its hold.
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