Chapter 104: Your Existence, My Deep Blood Debt (2) Old Woman...

Tu Wanqing followed the sound of the piano, cautiously walking from the third floor to the first. She had walked up dozens of steps, enough to confirm she wasn't hallucinating, but as she reached the last step, the piano music stopped.

At that moment, Tu Wanqing's heartstrings were tense to the extreme. She stared at the grand piano in the living room with suffocation, stunned for a few seconds, and then rushed to the wall at the door like crazy, groping for the switch.

The lights came on, and the living room was brightly lit. The sense of security brought by the warm colors made Tu Wanqing's heartbeat suddenly relax. Then she remembered something, suddenly ran towards the stairs, and quickly returned to the third floor.

This action stunned Bai Ma and the other two. Li Qi scratched his head and asked, "Where has she been?"

Two minutes later, they knew what Tu Wanqing had done, because Si Ling told them through a sound transmission note that Tu Wanqing returned to the master bedroom on the third floor, locked the door, and then used her cell phone to call the police, saying that she suspected someone had broken into the house.

Bai Ma clicked his tongue: "Not very humane but quite smart."

They were ghosts, so it was useless for Tu Wanqing to call the police. But if they were really thieves, Tu Wanqing's series of actions did protect herself to a great extent. She was much smarter than the protagonist in the movie who noticed something unusual and had to wander around the living room, eventually facing the thieves head-on.

Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived, and Tu Wanqing finally returned to the living room. At her insistence, the police searched every room in the mansion, including the attic and basement, even opening every cabinet. Naturally, they found nothing.

After taking the statement, the police left. Confirming that her home hadn't been broken into, Tu Wanqing rationalized the piano music she'd just heard as an illusion caused by fatigue, returned to the master bedroom, and fell asleep peacefully.

After she fell asleep, Bai Ma climbed onto Tu Wanqing's bed according to Si Ling's plan... To be precise, he climbed into Tu Wanqing's quilt and lay on top of her.

Sleep paralysis is definitely a classic element in horror movies. The most common scenario is that the protagonist is unconsciously pressed all night, or has nightmares, or is exhausted the next day; the upgraded version is that the protagonist wakes up from sleep paralysis, but his body cannot move. He can only watch the quilt bulge in the dark and the terrifying female ghost approach him.

——But these are obviously shot from a human perspective.

From a ghost's perspective, sleep paralysis is actually a very strange thing - after all, ghosts of all levels were once human beings, with human values ​​and outlooks. Sleep paralysis is very perverted in the imagination, and it makes one feel even more perverted when doing it.

So Bai Ma still felt very awkward even after she lay on Tu Wanqing. She rested her elbows on Tu Wanqing's chest, held her chin with her hands and said expressionlessly: "When I was a human, my elders were a bunch of perverts. After becoming a ghost, I feel like a pervert myself. My life is really exciting!"

Si Ling was floating in the air, and had just picked up a talisman between her fingers. Bai Ma's words made her laugh, and then she threw the talisman out.

The talisman was like a blade that cut through the darkness and hit Tu Wanqing directly. The moment it touched Tu Wanqing's eyebrows, it turned into countless tiny powders and disappeared without a trace.

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Tu Wanqing, who was sleeping soundly, opened her eyes in a daze and found herself in an unfamiliar room. She sat up and felt a splitting headache, so she subconsciously held her forehead.

As her thoughts gradually returned, she slowly realized that this was not actually a "strange room" but her childhood home.

As a person born in the 1980s, she experienced the most glorious years in Northeast China, although strictly speaking it was only the tail end of that glory... and her mother stabbed her in the back at the end of that glory without any regard for her dignity, but this did not prevent her from being deeply impressed by her wonderful childhood.

A house with three bedrooms and one living room, a usable area of ​​fifty to sixty square meters, and a separate bathroom would be considered old, dilapidated and small in 2025, but it was a rare and superior living environment in that era. The simple family composition of Tu Wanqing's family of three made the three bedrooms and one living room seem very spacious.

So there was only a dining table in the small hallway for dining, the largest room became the living room, and she and her parents lived in one of the other two small rooms.

Tu Wanqing looked around in amazement: a single bed with a metal headboard, a round alarm clock with simple numbers printed on a white background, a wooden wardrobe, and a desk. A glass plate sat on top of the desk, essentially to protect it, but many people placed things underneath it, like notes with frequently used phone numbers or photos.

With a gust of wind, the white curtains with blue bamboo fluttered up. Looking through the gap in the curtains, she saw the green-painted iron grille protective window outside the glass window.

Tu Wanqing couldn't figure out what was going on. Driven by intuition, she got out of bed woodenly and walked out of the room in wooden slippers.

As she walked through the hallway, she heard a woman crying. Besides the silence, there were also sobs and complaints: "The factory closed down just like that. My whole family can't even make ends meet!"

Then another woman responded impatiently. Tu Wanqing recognized that it seemed to be her mother's voice, but strangely, she couldn't hear clearly what her mother was saying.

Soon, Tu Wanqing rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room at the end of the hallway. When she looked carefully, she did not see her mother.

Only an old woman in a dark cotton-padded jacket stood in the living room with her back to her. The old woman's back was hunched into a towering hill, and she stood there motionless.

Tu Wanqing was confused and said tentatively, "Hello?"

The old woman didn't move.

Tu Wanqing subconsciously thought that the other person might have poor hearing, so she frowned, stepped forward again, and raised her hand to pat the other person on the back.

But just as her hand was about to touch the old woman, the old woman's head suddenly turned back 180 degrees, the corners of her mouth raised, and she cracked an exaggerated smile.

Tu Wanqing was so frightened that she fell to the ground without even being able to scream.

Then she discovered with horror... No, the old woman hadn't just turned her head! Her back was so hunched that if she had just turned her head, her face would have been facing the ceiling, not her face.

At this moment, the old woman was actually bent completely backward in an extremely twisted posture, with the originally towering hill on her back facing the ground, her hands and feet also in the opposite direction, crawling towards her with a grin.

"Ah!!!" Tu Wanqing screamed this time.

With the scream, she suddenly woke up, and the scene of the mansion's bedroom came into her sight. She gasped for breath, slowly remembering that this was her new home, and finally relaxed.

The horrifying scene of the old woman killing him face to face lingered in Tu Wanqing's mind. She sat there stiffly for a long time, and all sleepiness disappeared. So she got up, put on her clothes, and went to the second floor.

She converted half of the space on the second floor into a study. The bookshelf occupied an entire wall and was filled with various music books. Most of the other space actually had nothing to do with books: Tu Wanqing placed a computer desk next to the window, and then there were various musical instruments.

Tu Wanqing didn't turn on the lights. She walked past the drum set, sat down at the computer desk, opened the document, and looked through the song she hadn't finished writing.

The light from the computer screen was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window. Suddenly, Tu Wanqing felt a shadow passing by behind her.

She turned around suddenly, but there was nothing behind her. She felt uneasy. After thinking for a while, she stood up and closed the curtains.

Boom.

A very light drumbeat was heard behind her. Tu Wanqing turned around abruptly and looked at the drum set first, but the drum set was just placed there quietly, and the whole room was also quiet.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Tu Wanqing sat back in front of the computer.

Boom.

The same sound rang out again, not far in front of Tu Wanqing.

Tu Wanqing raised her eyes and her gaze fell on the drum set again. This time, she stood up and walked towards the drum set. Behind the drum set was a round stool with a black leather surface. In the darkness, a palm-sized white spot on the stool was particularly conspicuous.

Tu Wanqing reached out and picked it up, discovering it was a child's rattle. The slight movement of the rattle caused the drumstick on the string to weakly strike the drumhead, producing a rhythmic sound.

Tu Wanqing was just about to put the rattle back when she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

...A human figure protruded from behind the curtains that had just been drawn in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. It was only half a person's height and looked like a child.

Tu Wanqing's eyes, which had inadvertently swept over, were instantly pulled back and fixed there, with a creepy feeling spreading in her heart.

Subconsciously, she wanted to run away, but fear made her feet seem to have taken root and stayed there.

In just a blink of an eye, the child's figure behind the curtain disappeared, and a chill came from behind Tu Wanqing.

Tu Wanqing heard her heartbeat quickening, and her body stiffened as she tried to turn back. At this moment, a hand reached out from her hair, touched her cheek, and covered her face.

Tu Wanqing's wide-open eyes just appeared from between her fingers, and a familiar hideous laugh forced her to look forward. Wherever her eyes fell, the old woman was running towards her quickly with twisted limbs!

"ah!"

Tu Wanqing woke up screaming.

It turns out it was still a dream...

She stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath, and only after a while did she notice from the dim light filtering through the curtains that it was already daybreak. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the fear that had just subsided resurfaced in her heart, as she found herself stiff and unable to move her hands and feet.

Sleep paralysis...

This is nothing to be afraid of, as many people have experienced it. However, the sleep paralysis that occurred at this time made Tu Wanqing instantly recall those nightmares, and the supernatural feeling became so real.

Bai Ma followed Si Ling's instructions and patiently pressed on Tu Wanqing for another five minutes after she woke up before getting up and leaving, ending the whole night of perverted first-person perspective experience.

SAN value -10%.

After her limbs gradually regained sensation, Tu Wanqing was finally able to sit up, but her face looked haggard.

She lowered her head and buried her face in her hands, sitting there trying to calm herself down but couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Two rounds of dreams within dreams made her unable to tell whether she was awake or not. Tu Wanqing took a long time to muster up the courage and got out of bed nervously.

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The author has something to say: Bai Ma: When someone is sleeping paralyzed, is there anyone who can speak up for the ghost?