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Li Youlan had been annihilated just like that.

I was still in a trance, unable to accept this reality. Two hours ago, when we were eating in the couple's restaurant, she turned into a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

The change was too fast.

Damn, it's spinning faster than a wheel...

I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

But I have nothing to mourn, nothing to linger for. Li Youlan had already pinched my neck twice, strangling all of my good feelings towards her. And I've done everything I could to help her, but she doesn't appreciate it at all.

The old Daoist and I walked out of Li Youlan's rented house. After walking for over twenty meters, when we looked back, we saw that the house had been turned into ruins. In the midst of the ruins stood a completely ruined building.

The old Daoist patted my shoulder and said, "Brat, let's go have a drink together."

He knew I was not in a good mood, so he suggested it.

I nodded.

So we went to a stall and sat down and ordered two plates of fried beef, two plates of fried beef, and two dozen beers, and drank until half past two in the morning.

When I got back to the dormitory, I was already drunk. The old Taoist drank more than I did, but nothing happened, not even a blush.

This bastard drank even more fiercely than he drank water. After drinking twelve beers in a dozen beers, he didn't even belch once.

The old man helped me back to my room, threw me on the bed, and then went back to his own room.

I was drunk, but conscious.

Drinking alcohol was actually just an excuse. Under the stimulation of alcohol, although it would make one's body feel uncomfortable, at the same time, it would also make one's consciousness clearer, making one's nerves more sensitive.

I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I kept thinking about Lee Youlan.

Her face, her smile, her long hair, and her long legs came into my mind. If she were a person, she would definitely be a beauty.

The thought of her being a ghost made me think of her terrible and pitiful appearance.

Her bloodshot eyes, her dry face, came into my mind as clearly as if she were standing in front of me.

In a daze, I seemed to see Li Youlan floating on the ceiling above me. Her long hair hung down, covering her sinister face. Blood dripped from her unclear face, dripping onto mine …

Tick...

I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my face. I suddenly shuddered and bounced up from the bed. Quickly, I used my hand to touch my face. I discovered that there was a drop of water on my face …

What was going on?

My heart began to race, and my drunkenness was swallowed up by fear.

I quickly got out of bed and turned on the light. By the light of the lamp, I could see that the water in my hands was dark. I smelled it again.

Could it be that, just now, that was …

I immediately felt a depressed feeling in my chest. I couldn't breathe, my scalp went numb, and a drop of foul smelling sewage dripped from the ceiling onto my face. What the hell is going on?

Didn't the old Taoist seal my door and windows with the Evil Warding Curse?

When I turned to look at the balcony, I saw that the door to the balcony was quietly open …

Only then did I remember that when I came back, I went to the balcony to wash my face, but I forgot to close it when I entered the dormitory.

"We haven't had a good feeling about it yet. The snowflakes are blooming in this climate. If we tremble together, we'll understand better what gentleness means …."

Suddenly, I heard a girl singing "Red Bean" from outside the balcony. I stared at the balcony, but I didn't see anything.

I told the old man that there was a ghost in my bathroom, but he just didn't believe it, and now it's all right, it's me who's going to suffer, not him.

Just die!

I rushed over and closed the door to the balcony, locking it behind me.

As soon as she closed the door, the girl's singing voice immediately disappeared.

All that was left in the dormitory was silence, a heavy silence, like lead, pressing down on me so hard I couldn't breathe.

I sat down in my chair, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a long drag to ease my fear.

This evil ghost is currently walking towards me one after another, as if it was targeting me. Could it be that I have a grudge with them from my previous life?

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what Li Youlan had told me. She said that I had a Yin Yang Spirit and that once a ghost absorbs my Spiritual Qi, their powers will greatly increase …

Could it be that what she said was true?

No, he had to ask the old Daoist tomorrow.

After a pack of cigarettes, the ground was full of cigarette butts, and I was no longer afraid. Looking at the time, it was already 3.30 in the morning. I had never slept so late before. In the past, when I was in junior high school, I was born obediently. I only wanted to study good books, get into a good university, and make my parents happy, so I never went to bed late. But now, it's different.

What was he going to do after getting into university?

After finishing the last cigarette in my mouth, I stopped thinking about things that might not be answered in a moment. He was also sleepy, so it was time for him to go to bed.

I turned out the light and went to sleep. But I had a vague feeling that I was awake.

In my blurry consciousness, I felt like I was lying in a boundless darkness. In the darkness, the visibility was very low. I could only see my own outline.

I saw a blurry outline floating toward me, then floating above me, facing me, descending slowly, approaching me, and as he drew closer I could see his face clearly.

I saw a woman with her hair cut loose, a woman with a good face but no nose, apparently cut off by a sharp weapon, a bloody nose, a drop of dark blood hanging from the wound in her nose, teetering on the verge of falling, yet like a stalactite hanging in a cave, as if it would never fall off.

Other than the wound on her nose, there was a wound on her neck that was about ten centimeters long. There was blood oozing out from the wound, and it was very strange that the blood did not have a tendency to drip down, but kept flowing to her chest like a small river. Strangely, the blood did not seep out from her tattered clothes.

I looked at her smiling mouth and felt a sense of dread come over me like night. I wanted to struggle and run, but I found that my body couldn't move.

By now I knew that what I was facing was not a person, but a ghost.

At this moment, the ghost lady's mouth moved as she said, "I've finally found you …"

My ears began to ring again with the singing of the girl from Red Bean, and suddenly the drop of blood that hung from the ghost's severed nose dropped. As soon as it hit my face, it made me feel chilled to the bone.

"AHH!"

I sprang up.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was already dawn.

So it was a dream...

I let out a long breath.

But then I saw that the door to the balcony was quietly open...

I was stunned for a moment. Didn't I close that door last night? And it was locked from the inside …

My heart skipped a beat. Was that not just a dream?

The door to the balcony was obviously closed!

This won't do, I have to immediately go find the old Daoist. Even if he doesn't come, I have to tie him up. If this goes on, will I still be able to sleep at night?

Very quickly, I knocked on the door of the old Daoist. When I met him, his eyes were still slack-jawed. Looks like he drank too late last night, so much so that he still has panda eyes.

Haha, a panda with long eyebrows.

I smiled inside, but soon got down to business. "Old Daoist, you have to check my dorm room. I saw a ghost last night."

Without waiting for the old Daoist to agree, I pulled him over.

He looked around my dorm with heavy eyelids and said, "There's no ghost." Then he turned and headed for the door.

[Damn it. He is so irresponsible!]

I hurriedly grabbed the old Daoist and started to scold him, "Damn, are you trying to scare me to death by getting scared by a ghost? I'm not joking, I really did see a ghost last night! A female ghost with her nose cut off by a sharp weapon! If I get killed by that ghost, I'll be the first to find you after becoming a ghost. "

"Alright, I'll take you in if you find me." The old Daoist said casually, but this sentence caused black lines to appear on my forehead. He saw that my expression wasn't right, so he waved his hand and smiled. "You're joking. You said you saw a ghost. Then, tell me in detail what happened last night. I'll see what's going on."

"Last night was like this …" Thus, I recounted the entire process in detail. Fortunately, my narrating ability wasn't bad, and I consciously described it in a vivid and lifelike manner. I danced about, adding oil to the fire … If the girl had listened, she would have thought I was telling a ghost story and might have let out a series of screams.

In fact, I really feel like I'm telling a ghost story...