Sister Lan, with her big wavy hair and charming demeanor, turned into a paper doll.

And on her pale neck, there was clearly a deep scar.

The housekeeper laughed out loud: "The white silk in the room finally came in handy!"

Sister Lan hanged herself with white silk and turned into a paper mannequin.

Wu Fei couldn't bear it anymore and bent over to vomit on the ground!

Suddenly, my stomach, which had not eaten or drunk anything for several days, began to churn and ache.

"Oh, are you starving? Do you want to eat something?"

The housekeeper came over hypocritically, and just as he was about to reach out to pull her, a pair of hands came out from the side and picked her up.

Zhong Jiacheng hugged Wu Fei and said to the housekeeper in a cold voice: "My friend is sick, so I won't be attending today's ceremony!"

As he said that, he strode towards the ladies' room with her in his arms.

Wu Fei was carried back to the guest room in a daze and put on the bed by him.

"Have a good rest today and don't go anywhere!"

Zhong Jiacheng covered her with the quilt and hesitated for a while before saying, "I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"Hmm?" Wu Fei only felt her whole body starting to heat up and she felt a little dazed.

"Do you... also have a haunted house?"

Wu Fei suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him blankly: "How did you know?"

When Zhong Jiacheng saw her reaction at this moment, he whispered: "I understand!"

"Why do you ask?"

"If we can both make it back alive from this dungeon, I'll come find you!" Zhong Jiacheng's voice was deep, "We're both the chosen unlucky ones!"