Chapter 285: Breaking the Rules

When it rains, it pours. And when people are determined to court disaster, there’s no stopping them.

As for the reckless behavior of Yang Yi and his buddies, Lu Yibei could only try to dissuade them. After all, he couldn’t confirm that the game would actually attract a haunting.  

If he outright told them it could lead to a haunting, it would essentially be creating a haunting legend himself, which violated the rules of The Midnight Watchers Society-no fabricating haunting rumors.  

Claiming that a haunting might occur when there isn’t one could very well end up summoning one into existence.  

Whether they listened to him or not was another matter entirely.  

To be honest, Lu Yibei didn’t think they were paying attention to him at all. After days of persistent and “well-meaning” warnings, those guys started running away whenever they saw him.  

One particular guy, a Black man, really demonstrated what “racial talent” meant. When he ran, boy, did he run. Not even Yibei could catch up with him.  

However, compared to Yibei’s warnings, the stress of exams during finals week proved to be a far more effective deterrent against their reckless behavior.  

Over the next two or three days, Lu Yibei kept a close eye on Yang Yi and his group. As long as he confirmed they were showing up to class, he could breathe a little easier.  

At least, on the surface, they didn’t seem to be missing any limbs. Whether something had changed on the inside, though, was another question entirely.  

Of course, Lu Yibei wasn’t the kind of person to go poking his nose into things. He had no interest in digging deeper.  

Friday, one week later.  

Inside the office of the proxy main operator at the Hua City Folk Culture Administration Bureau, the sounds of battle from a video game echoed faintly.  

After defeating yet another boss, Lu Yibei stared at the cutscene playing on his computer screen and clicked his tongue.  

“Hmm, this Haunting Hunter game kinda sucks! It’s just the same haunting models over and over again. There’s no variety-it’s boring!”  

The hauntings in the game were nothing more than Jiangshi, werewolves, and vampires. Clearly, the developers had some serious misconceptions about hauntings.  

Honestly, after all this time, Yibei hadn’t encountered a single one of those types in real life.  

“Trash game. I’m done with it. I want my money back!”  

With that thought, Yibei skillfully navigated to the refund option, clicked it, and leaned back in his chair, a spicy strip dangling from his lips. Resting his arms behind his head, he basked in the strange, hollow sense of satisfaction that follows abandoning a pointless task.  

It had been a week since he started covering for Jiang Li. Over the course of that week, Yibei realized that his duties were almost exactly as Shui-Ge had described-completely devoid of danger.  

Hua City had been peaceful during that time. At least, the area under Yibei’s jurisdiction had been quiet, with no reports of any serious haunting incidents.  

Aside from occasional night patrols, his main responsibility was to monitor the movements of hauntings in his area, compile data, and submit reports.  

Even the patrols and data collection were handled by the special task force, leaving Yibei with barely anything to do.  

While this calm, which felt like the calm before a storm, made Yibei a little uneasy, Shui-Ge reassured him that hauntings naturally had their peaks and lulls. One or two weeks without major incidents was perfectly normal.  

After hearing that, Yibei gladly embraced his role as a “salary thief.”  

As Shui-Ge put it, “Only someone like Jiang Li would personally rush to every scene to prevent potential incidents.”  

“A main operator is supposed to be the special weapon of each branch of The Midnight Watchers Society. Special weapons should only be deployed in special situations to maximize their effectiveness!”  

And Yibei couldn’t agree more.  

But his reluctance to show up at every scene wasn’t out of laziness. He was more worried about his own bad luck rubbing off on the special task force.  

Besides, when it came to handling low-tier hauntings, the task force was far more reliable than he was. He wouldn’t be of much help anyway.  

These guys were sturdy men, handpicked from local military units and other organizations. With arms thicker than Yibei’s legs, they were equipped with Non-graded spiritual patterns to enhance their physical abilities. Each carried a Type 03 automatic rifle loaded with inscribed bullets and five alchemy-modified fragmentation grenades.  

In groups of five to ten, they could take down a Class C+ haunting in under a minute. As long as no Class B or higher hauntings appeared, they could retreat unscathed.  

What could Yibei do in that situation? If he really wanted to contribute, he might as well put on a pretty little skirt, grab a pom-pom, and cheer them on from the sidelines.  

In any case, his absence didn’t cause any issues. In fact, it seemed to ensure that nothing went wrong.  

So, Yibei’s work mostly came down to writing reports.  

He was very free.  

So free, in fact, that between practicing swordsmanship and studying for his finals, he found time to wire the office for electricity and internet, repair the leaky windows, and even drag a single steel-framed bed in from the storage room.  

If Li Xuan, that bastard, hadn’t stopped him when he tried to bring in a gas stove and a tank of propane, Yibei probably would’ve started cooking his meals in the office too.

After Nightfall

Lu Yibei spent more than two hours wasting time on a few trashy games. He glanced at the time-it was just past 10 PM-and let out a long sigh.

“Ugh-! Such a long night ahead. Who needs sleep anyway? Might as well stay up.”

With that, he strolled over to the steel-framed bed, lay down, and opened Love and Magic Girls on his phone to interact with Bai Xiaohua. But just as he was about to enjoy himself, his phone started ringing.

The call came from a member of the special task force on patrol. The man’s voice was urgent as he reported a haunting attack incident.

“What? You found an attack site while tracking a Class C+ psychic energy fluctuation? And you want me to head over right now?”

After receiving confirmation from the other end of the line, Lu Yibei fell silent.

Class C+ psychic energy fluctuations were tricky. They didn’t reach the level of a high-risk haunting incident, which would require main operators to handle. But they were at the upper limit of what the special task force could handle alone. 

Which meant that, as a proxy main operator, he had to go to the scene to prevent any unexpected complications.

After a brief pause, Lu Yibei nodded. “Alright, send me the address. I’ll head there immediately.”

“Another day, another task,” he muttered to himself.

With that, he hung up the phone, grabbed the guitar case leaning against the corner of the room, and left the office.

Just as he locked the door, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw the ever-elegant and captivating An Qing, along with Du Sixian, who was drenched in sweat and looked like a drowned dog.

Seeing Lu Yibei leaving the office, An Qing called out in surprise, “Oh? Lu Yibei? Heading out?”

“Yeah, Qing-Jie. The special task force just reported a Class C+ psychic energy fluctuation haunting attack incident in the west side of the city. I need to check it out,” Lu Yibei replied, his face expressionless.

Hearing this, An Qing’s eyes lit up. She patted Du Sixian on the shoulder and gave her a knowing look. Du Sixian nodded, responding with the same wordless communication.

Lu Yibei watched their silent exchange, momentarily speechless.

This kind of eye-to-eye communication definitely required a high level of mutual understanding. While he could exchange meaningful glances with Jiang Li, complete with subtle facial expressions, he had absolutely no idea what An Qing and Du Sixian were silently discussing.

However, he could at least guess the outcome.

“I’ll go with you!” Du Sixian exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes!” An Qing nodded. “Let Sixian go with you. Her training period is almost over, and it’s time for her to shadow other operators and gain some real-world experience.”

“Uh…” Lu Yibei hesitated. For some reason, he always felt a bit guilty whenever he interacted with Du Sixian.

“Don’t worry! I won’t slow you down. Plus, I can drive and give you a ride!” Du Sixian assured him, thumping her chest with confidence.

“Alright.”

Hearing that he could hitch a free ride and save on transportation costs, Lu Yibei agreed without hesitation.

Although The Midnight Watchers Society provided every main operator with a car, Lu Yibei didn’t have a driver’s license. As a result, he was only given a beat-up electric moped. 

The battery on the moped was so old that claiming it lasted “two hours of charging for five minutes of riding” was only slightly exaggerated. It was the kind of vehicle that even thieves couldn’t be bothered to steal.

Five Minutes Later

In the garage of a homestay on Mudan Street, Lu Yibei’s eyes widened as he stared at the three luxury cars in front of him.

“A GTR50, a Ferrari 599 GTO, and a Wiesmann GT MF4…”

He turned to look at Du Sixian standing behind him. “Miss, these cars…”

“They’re birthday gifts from my relatives,” Du Sixian said casually, as if it were no big deal.

Lu Yibei was speechless.

Miss, what kind of family do you come from? With wealth like this, why would you choose to get involved with hauntings?

“We’re handling a case. Don’t you think driving these would be a bit… ostentatious?” Lu Yibei asked.

“Hmm…” Du Sixian tapped her chin thoughtfully for two seconds before nodding. “You’re right. Let’s take my usual car instead. It’s much more low-key.”

“It’s parked outside. Come on.”

One Minute Later

Lu Yibei found himself staring at an Audi A8L parked in the alley behind the homestay.

“…”

Why do I suddenly find her so adorable? Is this the charm of money? I was wrong. I was so wrong. From now on, I’ll make sure to understand my familiars better.

But… is it unethical to trick my familiars into giving me money? Lu Yibei wondered.

Twenty Minutes Later

In the southern part of Hua City, two kilometers from Fuchun Road, stood a small textile factory that had been out of business for years.

Several police cars were parked outside the factory gates, their red and blue lights flashing in the dark.

Four police officers, dressed in uniform, were carrying a stretcher toward one of the vehicles. The white sheet covering the stretcher outlined the shape of a male body underneath.

Through a slightly lifted corner of the sheet, a pale, distorted face could be seen-a face twisted in terror.

Moments later, a black sedan pulled up and parked by the side of the road.

Lu Yibei stepped out and immediately approached the officers carrying the stretcher. After a brief exchange and presenting his ID, he was granted permission to examine the body.

He carefully lifted a corner of the sheet, revealing a face covered in bulging veins. The pale complexion and unnaturally wide-open mouth suggested that the victim had died from extreme fright. His bloodshot eyes were wide and bulging, as if they were about to burst.

Gently placing his fingers on the victim’s forehead, Lu Yibei activated his psychic sense. A faint psychic energy fluctuation lingered in the corpse, measuring around 0.6 to 0.8 Mr. Rabbit. A trace of anger seemed to emanate from within.

Suppressing his thoughts, Lu Yibei nodded politely to the officers. “Thank you for your hard work.”

He turned and headed toward the textile factory.

Inside the Factory

The factory gates were open, and two members of the special task force stood guard at the entrance like statues.

The dimly lit interior of the factory stretched out ahead. After walking for some time, they reached the duty room, where yellow police tape marked the scene.

The officer in charge approached as they arrived, his gaze shifting from Du Sixian to Lu Yibei. He stared at Lu Yibei for a moment, his brow furrowed, saying nothing.

“…”

It was clear that the special task force, including this sturdy man, didn’t have much faith in Lu Yibei. While they weren’t outright hostile, they didn’t expect him to be of much help either. Most rookie operators couldn’t even look at a corpse without trembling.

All they hoped for was that he could function as a competent pawn, helping them follow through with the investigation.

Feeling the tall officer’s gaze, Lu Yibei adjusted his posture and cleared his throat. “Ahem! Is this the primary crime scene? Are there any eyewitnesses?”

The officer raised an eyebrow, surprised by his calm demeanor, and nodded slightly. “Yes, this is the primary scene. The victim’s name was He Liang, the brother-in-law of the factory owner. He was in charge of transport and storage. The first person to find the body was another warehouse manager coming in for a shift change.”

He continued, “Our team, along with the police, has already taken his statement. There’s nothing unusual to report.”

“Hmm…” Lu Yibei nodded thoughtfully, keeping his expression composed. He had no idea what to think about, but in situations like this, acting deep in thought always worked. Jiang Li had mentioned that it made him look more professional.

“What about evidence? Was anything significant left at the scene?” he asked.

The officer nodded again. “Yes, follow me.” He turned and headed toward the duty room.

Exchanging a glance with Du Sixian, Lu Yibei followed.

Inside the cramped 10-square-meter room, the air smelled faintly of blood. A single dim bulb cast a yellowish glow, attracting moths that buzzed and smacked against it.

A sturdy man sighed as he saw Lu Yibei scanning the room aimlessly. Just as he was about to point out the evidence, he noticed Lu Yibei heading straight for the single bed in the corner.

The man’s eyes lit up slightly in surprise.

[Affinity +1]

Lu Yibei walked to the side of the bed and, with a sharp “whoosh,” lifted the blanket.

“Hiss-!”

Even though he had mentally prepared himself for the scene beneath the blanket that made his eyes burn, he couldn’t help but take a sharp breath when he saw the horrifying sight on the underside of the blanket.

The underside of the blanket was densely covered with bloody handprints, each about the size of a baby’s palm. Upon closer inspection, there were even drag marks, as if something had crawled underneath. 

Beneath the blanket, the bed was piled high with shredded human innards-so much so that it seemed as if an entire adult’s abdominal cavity had been hollowed out.

Even more bizarre was the fact that the blood from the organs hadn’t soaked into the blanket. It was as if some kind of strange magic had been cast to keep it clean.

Seeing this ghastly scene, Du Sixian’s face turned pale, and she stumbled backward, covering her mouth before running out of the room. Moments later, the sound of her vomiting echoed from outside the duty room.

But Lu Yibei stood expressionless in front of the bed, maintaining his grip on the blanket. He didn’t move, as if he’d lost his soul.

The sturdy man standing nearby shot a glance at Lu Yibei, his brows furrowing.

Was he scared stiff, or…?

It had been some time since Lu Yibei had last witnessed the aftermath of a haunting attack incident. 

In fact, he’d nearly forgotten he even had this eerie passive skill of his.

So, when he lifted the blanket and saw the underside covered in a horrifying array of bloodied handprints, blooming like grotesque flowers, his eyes suddenly burned intensely.

Without any warning, darkness swallowed his vision.

The darkness spread out like ink dropped into water, blurring his surroundings. Everything around him became eerily quiet, and strange, indescribable shapes and wisps of gray mist began to stretch endlessly in front of him.

Then, the illusion started to fade, and the scene became clear.

The textile factory was empty. The old, dusty machinery stood still, covered with white sheets that swayed eerily in the moonlight and cold wind, rustling softly.

Everything was tinged with a faint yellow hue, like a forgotten old photograph depicting a moment from the past.

It’s happening…

Lu Yibei thought to himself, clenching his fists slightly and fixing his gaze ahead.

The next moment, the sound of flip-flops shuffling across the ground echoed in the distance.

“Picking mushrooms, the little girl walks to school with her bag~” (a Chinese children’s song).

A slender man, holding a washbasin, strolled into the dimly lit factory while humming the tune. He swaggered into the darkness and turned into the duty room.

It was He Liang… Lu Yibei thought, recalling the man he’d seen on a stretcher not long ago.

Inside the duty room, He Liang sat in front of the computer, opened a horror series titled Dark Memories, and started watching while casually opening a chat group.

Just as he was about to brag to his buddies about the results of his recent research into various haunting games, a sound outside the window caught his attention.

A faint noise-like the meow of a cat.

He Liang frowned.

People fear cats because of the way they cry at night.

Their cries sound too much like a baby’s wail, and cats are often associated with strange and ominous rumors.

He Liang pricked up his ears. Outside, the wind had started to howl, making it hard to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. It seemed to drift closer and farther, as if it were floating.

The more he listened, the more the sound unsettled him. A strange thought suddenly popped into his mind: What if it wasn’t a cat at all, but a baby crying-just eerily similar to a cat’s meow?

“I’m going to see what’s out there!” He Liang muttered to himself.

He was never one to believe in hauntings, let alone let himself be scared off by some vague sound. After all, he’d spent plenty of time researching creepy games.

But as soon as those words left his mouth, he hesitated. It was as if he realized he had just made a mistake.

He had said the word “ghost.”

The elderly often say that uttering that word late at night can attract something… unwelcome.

Stepping outside the duty room, He Liang was greeted by a cold gust of wind that seeped into his bones, prompting him to pull his jacket tighter.

He turned on his flashlight and began searching the factory, trying to locate the source of the sound. But the noise kept shifting-sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes north, sometimes south-never staying in one spot.

He started searching through the narrow, shadowy alleys between the textile machines. One by one, he checked the rows of machinery, eventually circling the entire factory.

Finally, he stopped in front of a black, gaping doorway, his brows furrowed.

The doorway led to a staircase descending into the basement-a storage area for production waste and defective products.

Staring into the darkness of the doorway, He Liang felt a chill run down his spine for the first time in his life. Still, he mustered his courage and began descending the stairs.

His brother-in-law, who already disapproved of him, would never let him live it down if he chickened out and let thieves make off with factory property. His sister had worked hard to get him this job, and he couldn’t afford to lose it.

The beam of his flashlight illuminated a long shadow stretching down the staircase. As he descended, the air grew damp, carrying the faint stench of dead rats.

The basement had a design flaw: rainwater often leaked in, pooling at the bottom. The waste and defective products left to rot there had turned the space into a haven for pests.

The crying sound grew louder and clearer, as if it were coming from just ahead. He Liang was certain it was inside the basement.

Finally, he reached the bottom of the stairs, his heart pounding faster with each step.

But just as he prepared to investigate further, the crying abruptly stopped.

The sudden silence made his body tremble. He swept his flashlight across the room, and what he saw sent a chill down his spine.

A dozen human mannequins stood silently in the darkness, their limbs missing or broken. Not a single one was intact, and they were arranged haphazardly, as if abandoned long ago.

He Liang froze. Were these mannequins always here?

These mannequins made He Liang deeply uncomfortable. After confirming there was no sign of a thief in the basement, he quickly decided to leave. 

There was something unsettling about the mannequins. He didn’t want to linger any longer than necessary. 

Still, a dark thought crossed his mind: If someone were hiding among those mannequins, would he even notice? 

“Hehehe-hehehehe-!”

Just as that thought flashed through his mind, a faint, eerie laugh echoed from the basement. 

He spun around, aiming his flashlight back toward the darkness. All he saw was a broken mannequin arm lying at the foot of the stairs-it hadn’t been there before. 

A wave of terror crawled up his spine like a cold, creeping hand. Without another thought, he hurried away from the basement, moving as far away as possible.

Whatever was happening here-whether it was a haunting or the work of a madman-he knew it was no place to linger.

He Liang raced through the narrow, shadowy paths between the textile machines. Suddenly, a strange sound echoed above him.

“Thud, thud-thud, thud-!”

It sounded like light, quick footsteps, as if something-or someone-was running across the tops of the machines behind him. The steps were soft, almost like those of a small child learning to run.

But how could a child be in the factory?

And how could they climb up to the tops of machines nearly three meters high?

He Liang didn’t stop to think. All his bravado evaporated as he broke into a full sprint.

Lu Yibei, like a wandering ghost, silently observed the scene from a distance. His gaze shifted behind He Liang, to the top of the machinery, where he saw the source of the sound-a pale, sickly-looking boy.

The boy’s face was twisted into a grotesque, malicious grin. Every joint on his body was crudely stitched together with dark red threads, and a gaping, bloody hole marred his abdomen. His entire body looked cursed, twisted into an unnatural state.

Children are usually a symbol of innocence and life, yet this boy’s eyes were filled with malice-alien and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“…” Lu Yibei frowned as he stared at the haunting.

So, this is the haunting that’s targeting He Liang?

What a peculiar little creature.

But how did He Liang provoke it?

The narrow pathway seemed to shorten under He Liang’s frantic steps. Just as he dashed out of the alleyway, the footsteps chasing him abruptly stopped.

Lu Yibei glanced back at the machinery behind He Liang and noticed that the twisted boy had disappeared, as if he’d melted into the shadows.

At the same time, something strange floated into view ahead.

There was no wind, yet a piece of white cloth drifted eerily toward He Liang, as though carried by invisible hands. It landed softly at his feet and unfolded itself. 

On it, blood-red words were scrawled in jagged, uneven handwriting:

“I’m coming for you! Once I find you, you’ll give me life.”

He Liang’s face turned pale. He suddenly recalled the haunting game he’d played a week ago. It felt like a bolt of lightning struck him as his body stiffened with fear. 

“No… no, I followed all the steps… I ended the game properly…” he muttered to himself, his hands trembling as he fumbled for his phone. He scrolled through his chat history to find the game’s instructions. 

Finally, he found the post and scrolled to the very bottom, where he saw a note:

“P.S.: If anything unusual happens after the game, hide. Whatever you do, don’t let ‘it’ find you! Once morning comes, locate the doll you used for the game and burn it immediately.”

“The doll… burn it…” He Liang repeated the words, his face ashen. 

The doll he had used for the game? He had thrown it into the trash the next day. That was over a week ago. Who knew where it was now?

He sat on the ground, dazed. After a moment, he shakily stood up, using one of the machines for support. Moving like a zombie, he began to shuffle back to the duty room.

“Maybe… maybe it’s not that bad. These haunting legends are just that-legends. They’re not real. They don’t mean anything.”

Many people tell themselves this when faced with a haunting incident, hoping to find comfort in denial. He Liang was no exception.

Back in the duty room, He Liang sat in front of the computer, staring blankly at the screen. Eventually, he couldn’t hold back his anxiety any longer and opened his browser. He searched for posts from others who had played “one-person hide-and-seek.”

After some effort, he found a thread on a haunting forum he frequented. The comments made his blood run cold.

Post 17: Master Mi beneath Qingcheng Mountain  

“‘One-person hide-and-seek’ is actually a form of curse magic. The target of the curse is the player themselves. In other words, you’re playing hide-and-seek with yourself. Want to win? Heh, good luck.”

Post 76: wsde1002  

“I experimented with it out of curiosity, and something really happened!  

For six days straight, I had nightmares about hide-and-seek.  

When I tried to dispose of the doll afterward, it was like someone had hidden it. It was so hard to find.  

Even when I finally tried to burn it, I felt dizzy, and the fire wouldn’t catch for ages.”

Post 247: wsde1002’s sister  

“This is wsde1002’s sister.  

My brother played that cursed game, and now he’s been in Psychiatry for over a month.  

A few days ago, he was officially admitted for long-term observation. The doctors say his hallucinations are getting worse, and he’s even started attacking people.  

I still don’t understand why he went back and played the game again after everything.  

In the end, he couldn’t find the doll…  

Please, no matter what, don’t play this game. I’m begging you!”  

Standing behind He Liang, Lu Yibei scanned the game instructions and felt a heavy weight settle over him.

This is bad. Isn’t this the game Yang Yi and the others were planning to play?

Lu Yibei clenched his fists, his expression darkening. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and his perspective shifted.

When He Liang’s vision and his own overlapped, he understood: He Liang didn’t have much time left.

Just like the woman who had been killed by Ms. Rabbit…

After reading through a series of messages, He Liang slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the screen like a lifeless doll.

Outside the window, silence had descended at some point. Even the chirping of autumn cicadas and crickets had vanished. Only the intensifying wind continued to blow, causing the glass panes to rattle gently with a soft “thump-thump,” as if an invisible child were crawling across them.

However.

The terrifying scenarios flashing through He Liang’s mind never materialized.

Sitting there in anticipation, he was tortured by the suspense.

It felt as if his blood was cooling, leaving his body colder and colder. Finally, unable to endure it any longer, he burrowed into his blanket.

The thick quilt wrapped around him like a warm embrace, giving him a slight sense of comfort. Slowly, a faint glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

I hope tonight passes peacefully like this. Once morning comes, no matter what, I have to find that doll.

As long as I find that doll, I’ll be fine. With this thought, He Liang felt a wave of drowsiness creeping over him.

The next moment, he felt something bump against the foot of his bed. Then, that “something” climbed onto the bed, making the springs of the metal frame creak softly with a “squeak, squeak.”

Suddenly, the movement stopped at the foot of the bed, as if waiting for something.

A chill shot straight up his spine to his brain, and He Liang was instantly wide awake. He wanted to sit up and see what had climbed onto his bed, but it felt as if someone were holding down his arms and legs-he couldn’t move a muscle.

And so, he lay there, trapped, in suffocating silence. Seconds passed like hours.

Then, he felt the blanket at his feet being pulled open, and something crawled inside.

A pair of icy cold, damp little hands slowly crept up his body.

He Liang couldn’t stop trembling. When the thing reached his chest, a sudden sensation of release swept over him-his body could move again. But by then, he was too terrified to even try.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, the sound echoing in the stillness.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

After what felt like an eternity, He Liang finally mustered the courage to lift a corner of the blanket. What he saw made his breath catch.

There it was. The doll he had discarded long ago.

It was soaked, as if it had just been pulled out of water. Its faded red threads were dyed a bloody crimson by the liquid oozing from its insides.

“Found you! Now give me your life!”

A hauntingly low whisper echoed in He Liang’s ears like an illusion. The next moment, the doll on his chest began to move. It swiftly pulled out the fruit knife embedded in its chest and plunged it toward He Liang’s heart.

“Thud-thud-thud!”

The muffled sound of flesh being pierced rang out as Lu Yibei’s vision was consumed by a deep crimson.

“…”

Watching the blood and fragments of flesh that seemed like they were about to splatter onto his face, Lu Yibei couldn’t stop himself from silently cursing in his mind.

What the hell kind of haunting is this? Who raised this thing?

Does it have no sense of decency?!

It’s killing people who hide under their blankets? Where’s the honor in that?!