"It's over, it's over!!"
Han Chuan trembled like a leaf, his heart filled with despair as he listened to the sounds getting closer and closer.
This is truly a disaster that came out of nowhere.
Han Chuan was initially worried about Xiao Jin. He wondered if she would also fall into the trap since the big shot had brought the statue back to the dormitory. But no matter how much he planned, Han Chuan never expected that he would be the one who fell into the trap in the end.
Han Chuan was lying on his bed in a daze when he suddenly felt a chill beneath him. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the corridor of the girls' dormitory.
Suddenly finding himself in a completely unfamiliar space, everything around him was both familiar and eerie. The scene before him made Han Chuan's heart clench, and fear surged like a tide.
Before Han Chuan could recover from this sudden turn of events, he looked up and saw a chilling sight hanging from the ceiling—a figure suspended above the ceiling with long hair hanging down and limbs twisted and elongated, like an evil spirit in the night.
With a chilling, sinister laugh, the female ghost slowly approached Han Chuan.
Han Chuan's pupils dilated instantly, and the instinct of fear drove him to leap up and almost roll away from where he stood.
He held his breath, his legs springy as he relentlessly weaved through the dimly lit corridor until the terrifying figure was far behind him, only then daring to pause for a moment.
Still catching his breath, Han Chuan rushed into a dormitory room in a panic. He slammed the door shut and slid down to sit on the floor against it.
"Huff huff~ What...where is this...?" Han Chuan looked around breathlessly, noticing that the surrounding environment resembled a dormitory, but there seemed to be some differences in the details.
"No, I have to leave right away." Han Chuan struggled to get up and try to open the door, but just a few knocks came from outside.
"Tap tap tap!!"
The sudden knocking on the door struck Han Chuan's heart like a heavy hammer. His hand, which had just grasped the doorknob, was so startled that he quickly pulled it back.
Han Chuan's pupils contracted sharply, and an indescribable panic surged within him. Almost instinctively, he blurted out, "Who?"
As soon as he said those words, he realized something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Annoyance and fear intertwined, and he cursed himself for his impulsiveness.
You big idiot, what kind of person would be knocking on the door in a godforsaken place at this hour? You just have to speak up, are you afraid you won't die fast enough?!
Han Chuan's heart pounded like a drum. He took a few steps back, his ears filled with his own rapid breathing and the knocking from an unknown source outside the door.
He quickly turned around and looked around, but there wasn't even a place to hide.
It was too late. Even if Han Chuan wanted to hide now, he couldn't. His words had already attracted the attention of the evil spirit outside the door.
In an instant, a chilling, eerie laugh, like the deepest curse in the night, pierced the silence and slowly seeped into the room, freezing every inch of air in its ominous tone. Then, the door was violently ripped open by two hands, and ten long, sharp nails burst forth.
Outside the door, the female ghost that had just been relentlessly pursuing Han Chuan was now lying under the lintel in an extremely distorted posture.
Her body seemed to be kneaded by an invisible force, her limbs bent at an angle that defied common sense, and she was in a strange and terrifying posture, with her limbs on the ground and her face up to the sky.
The bloodstains, like a winding snake, stretched from the end of the corridor to this point, converging into a shocking river of blood that reached the threshold, accompanied by a strong stench that permeated every inch of the air in the room.
In the instant the man and the ghost faced off, Han Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He then let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the female ghost, with unimaginable speed, rushed towards him like a phantom, her target Han Chuan.
Han Chuan plopped down on the ground, flailing his hands haphazardly across the surface, and crawled backward.
"Ahhh! Help! Get away! Don't come any closer!!"
The air was thick with the stench of blood and an indescribable chill. The female ghost's figure appeared even more ferocious in the dim light, her eyes like abysses, pouncing like a hungry tiger.
The horrifying scene before him made Han Chuan's vision go black, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. He knew that he absolutely could not faint at this moment.
He might survive if he remained conscious, but once he lost consciousness, who knew what the female ghost would do to him?
At this moment, Han Chuan finally remembered that he still had props in his hands. With trembling hands, he took out a dagger from his backpack.
The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim moonlight. Han Chuan took a deep breath, trying to calm his disordered breathing.
The female ghost let out another piercing scream, the sound piercing Han Chuan's eardrums and striking the depths of his soul. She flashed, transforming into a black shadow, and pounced on Han Chuan like a ghost.
Han Chuan's pupils contracted sharply. He pushed off the ground with a sudden burst of power, almost instinctively, and swung the dagger in his hand to block the stabbing claws.
"Clang—" The sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Just as the next attack was about to arrive, Han Chuan rolled to the side to dodge, but due to a miscalculation, Han Chuan's arm was still scratched by the female ghost's fingernails.
In an instant, blood gushed out, and flesh flew everywhere.
"Hiss~"
Han Chuan gasped, his face contorted with pain, but he had no time to heed his wounds. He staggered to his feet and rushed toward the door with all his might.
Just as Han Chuan was about to touch the doorknob, the female ghost attacked again. She roared angrily and stretched out her withered arm, trying to stop Han Chuan from escaping. Han Chuan was forced away from the doorway.
Left with no other choice, Han Chuan, wielding his dagger, had to confront the female ghost once more.
After the initial panic, Han Chuan became familiar with the female ghost's attacks and gradually managed to fight her on equal terms. Even so, Han Chuan still suffered many wounds.
A few minutes later, Han Chuan was exhausted due to blood loss.
This can't go on any longer!
Han Chuan leaned against the wall, panting heavily, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him.
He clenched his teeth, as if making a firm decision, and then took out a small, ancient bronze bell from his backpack. The bell was about the size of a palm and was engraved with intricate inscriptions. As he shook it, the inscriptions flowed, making it seem like no ordinary object.
As soon as Han Chuan got his hands on the bronze bell, he gripped it tightly. A struggle flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, the hesitation in Han Chuan's eyes was replaced by determination. With a flick of his arm, the bronze bell seemed to come alive, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and he threw it accurately towards the location of the female ghost.
The moment the bronze bell left his hand, it trembled violently in the air and instantly transformed into a majestic golden bell, its golden light dazzling and captivating.
The golden bell stood in mid-air, perfectly enveloping the female ghost, emitting deep and solemn chimes that echoed through the night sky.
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