C2 Second Cemetery?

I was so nervous, I didn't have time to think about anything else, so I raised my foot and ran out the door.

The moment I ran out of the door, I don't know if it was because of my psychological effects. I felt that the air was different.

I didn't know when the rain stopped.

Although the weather is still gloomy, it made me heave a long sigh of relief.

I turned around to take a look.

The words "Second Cemetery" is clearly reflected in the center of the door.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I'm not at the first cemetery?

Almost subconsciously, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the words on the door again.

It is indeed the second cemetery!

However, the color of the word "two" was a little off. If I didn't look carefully, it would basically be negligible.

F * ck!

I actually ran to the wrong cemetery and burned the wrong grave?!

At this moment, I simply want to cry but have no tears!

If I burned the wrong grave, then whose tombstone was the one I burned the paper just now? There didn't seem to be any words written on it.

I couldn't help but think of that man.

That obsidian like man.

I subconsciously shivered, stopping myself from thinking any further. I quickly ran towards my home alone.

If I burned the wrong one, then I burned the wrong one. At most, I'll just go back and beg my father to burn the wrong one with me again.

I comforted myself like this, but I still felt a little uneasy.

This uneasiness seemed to grow in my bones and blood. It kept bothering me at all times.

I used almost all of my strength to run home in one breath.

What happened today was like a dream to me.

I don't know where my parents went, but I don't even have anyone to discuss with.

Looking at the clock, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to prepare some food.

When I was waiting for my parents to come back, fatigue gradually assaulted me. I only felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

In a trance, it was as if someone had picked me up. That pair of arms was incomparably cold, like ice.

I wanted to open my eyes and take a look at the person hugging me, but I couldn't do anything.

My limbs are so stiff that they don't seem to belong to me anymore.

I can feel myself being placed on the bed.

A pair of cold eyes stared at me. That feeling made me feel as if I had seen it before, just like the gaze of the man in the afternoon.

Fear once again enveloped me. But right now, I can't do anything.

Suddenly, a piece of the bed collapsed.

Immediately after, a cold aura instantly enveloped me.

No!

No!

I want to shout, I want to ask for help, I want to struggle. But right now, I am like a frozen puppet, I can only feel that I can't move.

The cold lips lightly press against my forehead, a bone-piercing chill instantly assaulting my senses.

What is he trying to do?

I was terrified, but I felt the cold lips moving along my face. My nose slowly came down and finally stopped by my lips.

Vaguely, I could smell a hint of blood, along with a hint of water vapor.

Is it really that man?

No!

It was a male ghost!

I guessed, panicked, but I was powerless to stop and change all of this.

My cold fingers pried open the buttons on my shirt, and my cold lips pried open my teeth.

I was forced to kiss and intertwine with this cold thing.

In the secret agreement, I felt a throbbing pain in my heart, as if something was slowly squeezing out of my heart.

Breathing became more and more difficult, as if I would die in the next moment.

The clothes on my body left me one by one.

At this moment, I finally know what I am about to face.

No!

I don't want it!

Don't let a ghost press on your bed!

I struggled with all my might, but my hands and feet still didn't loosen up at all.

Helpless tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.

I'm only 18 years old, and I have a very good boyfriend. Even when I'm with my boyfriend, I didn't break through this line of defense. Am I going to be ruined by an unknown ghost like this?

I can't accept this!

But I can't do anything about it!

Perhaps my tears have disturbed the male ghost.

He instantly let go of me.

A gush of fresh air directly surged into my chest, and I felt like I had come back to life.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I gasped for breath.

"You don't want to?"

The man's voice was very magnetic, as charming as a bottle of wine that had its seal opened. However, the prerequisite was that he was a human, not a ghost!

I want to nod my head, but I can't do it. I shouted in my heart, "Let me go, please, let me go!"

The man seemed to be able to hear the shouts in my heart. He sneered and said, "Ann Jiling, you are the one who provoked me! It was you who came to my grave and burned the paper for me. Then, you used your blood to drip onto my tombstone and made a contract with me. Why do you make it seem like I am forcing you?"

What?

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

No, no, no!

It's not like that!

The person I want to pay my respects to isn't him!

But how should I tell him?

I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. This is a huge misunderstanding!

Who would have thought that I would go to the wrong cemetery and burn the wrong grave, thus attracting such a ghost?

I simply want to cry but have no tears!

The man seems to be able to understand the thoughts in my heart. As these thoughts cross my mind, I feel the surrounding air suddenly drop to a freezing point.

"Burn the wrong grave? You want to say that this is a misunderstanding?"

Right, right, right!

I really want to cry tears of joy.

This man can actually hear my thoughts!

Since it is a misunderstanding, it will be fine as long as it is resolved, right?

I fantasize about beautiful things, but reality is always so bone-deep.

The man sneers as he uses his cold fingers to stroke my chin before stroking my neck and softly says: "It is too late. The contract has already been formed and you can only be my person in this lifetime! I, Ling Xiao's woman!"

What?

I was dumbstruck.

In the next moment, the man's cold lips once again attacked my neck, then slid down.

An inexplicable tremble enveloped me.

I cried and cried, and more and more tears streamed down my face. However, I could no longer obtain the slightest bit of pity from the man.

A heart-wrenching feeling came from below, causing me to instantly faint from the pain.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright.

The warm sunlight was reflected through the floor-to-ceiling window, but I felt extremely cold, and my entire body trembled.

How could this be?

I wanted to lift the blanket and get off the bed, but just as my feet touched the floor, I felt my legs go soft, and my entire body fell to the ground with a 'plop' sound.

My whole body felt as if it had been run over by a car. Especially the area below, it was burning hot.

The memories from last night flooded into my mind, and I instantly felt like dying.

Damn it!

I was actually forced by a ghost!

How am I supposed to reason with this?

I can't just tell the police that I went to the grave and made a mistake by provoking a male ghost. And that male ghost forced me to do it, right?

I wanted to cry but had no tears.

I forced myself to stand up and started to make the bed.

The scent of the male ghost still lingered on the bed.

What did he say his name was?

Ling Xiao?

I must find out which shameless male ghost this is. And then, and. . .