Chapter 2: A Ghostly Marriage with the Dead Bai Yueguang (Part 2)
"Yu Huo! If you want to sleep, go back to your own home and don't bother me here."
The sudden increase in volume woke Yu Huo from his sleep. He half-closed his eyelids, glanced at the man in front of him, then raised his hand to slap the other's claws away, and let out a cry a little late.
"You don't have to smile, but you have to pay more."
Yan Kai:?
So when he ordered the other person not to laugh, the other person had already fallen asleep...
presumptuous!
"One hundred thousand a month, or I'll smile at you every day."
Yan Kai: ? ?
No, he is sick!
During this time, the swaying shadows of the trees fell on the young man's eyelashes, as if covering his eyes with a layer of light gray silk.
Yan Kai's expression froze for a moment, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened, as if he suddenly had a sense of separation, as if something that originally belonged to him was about to slip out of his control.
After a long while, he seemed to be getting angry out of shame, and his voice became much louder: "Are you really that bold?"
Yu Huo curled his lips indifferently: "Don't slander me. Eating state-protected animals is illegal. I don't have the money to compensate."
Yan Kai stared at him in silence, forcing himself to ignore the strange feeling in his heart. After a long while, he finally found a reasonable explanation for the man's behavior. "You did this just to get the money, didn't you? One hundred thousand yuan... Ha, look at your lack of ambition."
Yu Huo raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "If you have the potential, you can give me more. I don't mind."
“…”
Bang--
The car door was slammed shut. Pang Yingjun looked at the young man standing alone on the side of the road and bravely advised, "Boss Yan, are we just going to abandon him like this?"
"What? Are you telling me how to do things?!"
Pang Yingjun sighed, helpless.
The vehicle reversed onto the road and disappeared from Yu Huo's sight without any hesitation.
He held his phone tightly as he looked at the 200,000 yuan payment message, a look of disdain on his face: "I've read all the literature about domineering CEOs, but I've never seen such a stingy CEO!"
He acted like he was so successful that I gave him an extra 100,000 yuan, haha!
No wonder he was plotting to usurp the throne. He deserved the harsh look on his face...
[Revenge 945: Host, are you guys in the psychic group also able to read faces?]
Yu Huo raised his chin, a look of pride on his face: "Thank you for the invitation. I am the only one in the psychic group who can read faces."
[Revenge 945: ...Excuse me, what kind of job did you do before becoming an extradition trainee?]
Yu Huo tilted his head to look at the slightly eerie villa not far away, took out his sunglasses from his pocket again, and said, "I'm a fraudster in northern Myanmar."
[Unjust Species 945: Your answer is very presumptuous.]
"I'm sorry. I'll buy you an Ultraman tomorrow to apologize."
[Unjust Species 945: No need!]
Yu Huo paused as he walked towards the stairs, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, there's no need to save money for me. I have 200,000 yuan now, and I can't spend it all to buy you an Ultraman you like."
[Injustice 945 couldn't stand it any longer: That's Marvel! Marvel!! Not Ultraman!!!]
"Oh. What are you yelling about? Are you trying to show off your voice?"
【.......】
“Didi, the password is correct.”
The security door slowly opened a crack, and a draft colder than late autumn blew through the crack.
[Revenge 945: Hiss! Being able to read faces is different. Can you even know the password?]
A faint fragrance drifted over with the cold wind. Yu Huo paused and replied absentmindedly, "Little rascal, really, you're good in every way, except that you're a little bit stupid.
Isn't it marked on the car calendar? Mid-July birthday... Yan Kai must have used Bai Yueguang's birthday as his password; he's a deeply affectionate boss, after all."
【......oh. 】
This is so ironic no matter how you listen to it.
Squeak——
The door bearings seemed to be rusted and made an unbearable hissing sound.
In the desolate environment, the gap looked like a mouth full of sharp teeth, hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity, as if ready to swallow the person standing outside the door at any time.
Yu Huo put away the smile on his lips, reached out to adjust the sunglasses on his nose, pushed the door open and walked in.
He reached into the door and pressed the light switch on the wall. The dark room was suddenly filled with incandescent light, revealing its original outline.
The living room was empty and simply furnished, but the most eye-catching thing was the easel standing in the corner.
Yu Huo walked forward. There were no lines on the white paper spread out above him, except for a small signature in the lower right corner: Live
What does this mean?
Life? Life? Or a concert?
Yu Huo couldn't figure it out, so he looked away from the paper and looked up to see the full-length mirror facing him.
Why is there a mirror on the wall of the living room?
In a normal home, a TV cabinet and TV are usually placed here, and a sofa is placed where the easel would be.
Mirror and easel...Forgive his lack of knowledge, he really can't understand this strange layout.
At this moment, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.
He glanced at the caller ID, which read: Agent, Sister Chen.
Yu Huo pressed the answer button, and a piercing scream came from the other end, "Ah!!! Yu Huo, I've torn down the second season of that incredibly popular travel variety show for you! Quickly pack your bags, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
He thought of the 200,000 yuan balance that had just arrived in his bank card and politely declined: "Sister Chen, I'm sick."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then the person anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Have you been to the hospital? If it's not serious, can you still hold on?"
Yu Huo yawned: "Serious, I have a disease that will kill me if I go to work."
“......?”
Sister Chen took a deep breath and suppressed her anger. "Since you're sick, I won't make things difficult for you. After you pay the 6 million yuan penalty, I'll let you go and recuperate."
Yu Huo pondered for a moment and tried to negotiate: "Can you make it cheaper? 200,000 is fine?"
As you can imagine, he was ruthlessly rejected.
"Yu Huo, if I don't see you by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, only one of us will survive. It's up to you to decide!"
"Ah?" Yu Huo hesitated for a moment and made a difficult decision: "Then you should die. I really can't get up at 8 o'clock."
"........I don't care if you are sick or not, you are going to die now, no kidding."
Yu Huo squinted his eyes and scratched his ears, then raised the piece of white paper in his hand. He was about to speak, but was speechless when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the mirror.
When he saw the signature clearly in the mirror, Yu Huo's pupils hidden behind his sunglasses suddenly shrank.
Live mirror.
——Evil.
Disaster, or perhaps...devil.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the open window, blowing the white curtains in the room into a wild arc, and the faint fragrance suddenly became stronger without knowing when.
The paper in his hand froze in mid-air, and Yu Huo instantly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
White moonlight?
This is probably not the White Moonlight, but the White Ghost who is taking lives.
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