An ordinary guest room.
A bed lay deep on the left side.
Too dark to see clearly.
A strange, coquettish moan echoed. Fu Zhen paused his steps on the carpet, turning expressionlessly—
In the center of the red bed with flowing gauze curtains, the little ghost wore a pale green dress, tears welling in her eyes as she pitifully gazed at him. She pouted, “I fell. Why won’t you hold me?”
Pearls of tears rolled down her cheeks, a picture of delicate vulnerability. The little ghost hugged her injured calf, biting her lip, the corners of her eyes tinged crimson. “Come here…”
Fu Zhen’s body stiffened.
His expression remained unchanged.
Thick veins bulged on his muscular arms.
He stepped forward.
…
Twenty minutes later, Fu Zhen returned to the small room expressionlessly.
“Why did you stay five minutes longer?” Liu Yajun asked in surprise, stepping forward.
Hoping to pry out some clues, Liu Yajun deliberately lowered his stance, putting on a flattering smile. “What’s inside? It can’t be not scary, right? Otherwise, why would you stay five minutes longer?”
Fu Zhen didn’t even glance at him. “Get lost.”
After saying this, he calmly took his seat.
Liu Yajun returned to his seat with a grim expression.
The third to go was Lu Jieyang.
At the doorway, Lu Jieyang grabbed Wen Di’s hand, pleading pitifully, “Wen Wen, I’m so scared.”
If not for witnessing Lu Jieyang spending an entire night alone in a room filled with strange noises under the bed that day, Wen Di might have actually believed him.
He coldly pulled his hand back. “Goodbye.”
With that, he turned to leave.
But he was abruptly grabbed by the waist, and the next moment, he was dragged into the room behind him!
Wen Di tried to scream in terror, but a warm, large hand covered his mouth. “Shh, don’t scream.”
The tone was coaxing, but the hand was unyielding.
The surroundings were pitch dark, making it impossible to see the face of the person in front of him. Yet Wen Di knew clearly that he was pinned against the door, now slumped on the floor.
The person before him knelt on one knee, almost pressed against him.
“Mmph! Mmph!” Wen Di struggled, pushing against him with all his might, but to no avail. His petite frame couldn’t budge the person before him even slightly.
The tall, handsome boy in front of him seemed starved for a long time. He buried his face against Wen Di’s neck through the cloak, his scorching breath seeping through the fabric and onto Wen Di’s skin.
Then he leaned closer, seemingly smiling:
“Wen Wen, don’t be scared. I just wanted to ask you—did you wear perfume? Why do you smell so good? Tell me what perfume you bought, okay? I really like it. I’ll buy the same one as yours.”
Wen Di was dumbfounded. For one, he hadn’t worn any perfume. And besides—who drags someone into a room like a kidnapping, only to ask for the same perfume??
Tears welled in Wen Di’s frightened eyes. He tried to speak but realized the other’s hand hadn’t loosened at all—didn’t this question require an answer?
Finally seizing an opportunity, Wen Di opened his mouth and bit down on a patch of skin on the other’s palm. Since the flesh there was thin, he could only clamp down hard, grinding his teeth back and forth in an attempt to cause enough pain for the other to let go.
The person he bit stiffened noticeably, then suddenly fell silent.
Wen Di grew tired from biting and released his mouth, tears streaming down.
Lu Jieyang finally let go, lowering his head to look at his palm—damp and fragrant. If there had been light, Wen Di would have seen his eyes gleaming with an alarming intensity, like a hungry wolf.
“Oh, right, Wen Wen, what brand of toothpaste do you use? It smells pretty good too.”
Wen Di’s face flushed red as she raised her hand and slapped him.
“You’re insane!”
This was the second time she had called him insane, Lu Jieyang thought.
Wen Di struggled to stand up, wanting to run out, but before her legs could fully straighten, she was pulled back.
“Wen Wen, don’t be afraid, I…”
Before he could finish, another slap was his response.
With a slap on each side of his face, the fragrance clung to his skin, so strong it rushed straight to his nostrils, making his head spin.
Lu Jieyang fell silent from the blows. There was no sharp pain, just a tingling numbness all over his body—was it… pleasurable?
He couldn’t understand this feeling. Surely he wouldn’t enjoy being hit by someone, right?
“Let me go back, don’t do this…”
Wen Di’s voice trembled, choked with tears.
Only then did he realize he had made her cry. Lu Jieyang abruptly let go, stammering in panic, “Wen Wen, don’t be afraid, I absolutely didn’t mean to do anything to you. I just… I just wanted to ask if I could come find you when I can’t sleep at night? I promise I won’t disturb you. If you don’t let me into the room, that’s fine too. I’ll just stay by the door, make a hole in the window, and watch you, okay?”
“……”
Terrified and trembling all over, Wen Di mustered all her strength to finally push him away and fled the dark room.
As if chased by a ferocious tiger, Wen Di ran without stopping until she reached the small cottage.
When she returned, her eyes were red, her face innocent and pitiful, almost as if two rabbit ears were drooping from her head—clearly, she had been mistreated.
The little ghost usually strutted around with her chin held high, trying to intimidate them. She would never show such a pitiful side in front of them.
Fu Zhen couldn’t help but glance at her.
“Why is it you who went to test your courage instead of Lu Jieyang?” he said coldly.
Wen Di ignored him and returned to her seat.
[193, did Lu Jieyang go to that room ahead of time? He’s so perverted…] Wen Di asked weakly in her mind.
Lu Jieyang’s actions and words were too insane, clearly not something a normal person would do.
193 fell silent for a moment: [Perhaps.]
Wen Di pitifully wiped her tears: [Will he… will he kill me?]
193 comforted her: [Not necessarily.]
In most A-rank and higher Instances, Players tend to lose their sanity in the later stages, usually due to the influence of supernatural forces. They regain their senses after leaving the Instance, while half of them drive themselves mad.
Most Players who lose their sanity end up slaughtering NPCs.
Or slaughtering other Players.
The more Wen Di thought about it, the more frightened she became. But she was isolated and helpless, as in this Instance, aside from the ultimate Big Boss, she was currently the only NPC.
She began to miss her husband…
Although her husband didn’t engage in intimate relations with her, he still loved her. If her husband were here, he would definitely protect her…
Never mind, maybe not that much, after all, her husband was a ghost.
A cup of warm tea was placed in front of Wen Di. She was taken aback, looked up, and met Shen Wangqing’s gentle, smiling eyes:
“What’s wrong? Have some warm water, okay?”
“You seem a bit upset. If you don’t mind, you can tell me. Sharing with me might help you relax a little?”
The other three stared at him in astonishment. Fu Zhen was stunned at first, then his expression turned cold, filled with disdain.
This method of putting on a friendly face to try and get closer to an NPC was simply a waste of time and highly ineffective.
A paper tiger like this only needs to be roughly frightened before it starts crying, tugging at your clothes, and spilling everything.
Shen Wangqing had a steady, handsome face that inspired trust.
Wen Di hesitated at first, but after a moment of hesitation, she turned her head away and gave him a cold look. “Who wants your water? I’m not even close to you.”
Seeing this, Fu Zhen behind her let out a smug, mocking laugh.
Wen Di felt she was being a bit too harsh.
Even though she had rejected him, she couldn’t help stealing glances to gauge his expression.
Afraid he might show a hurt look.