"Brother Chen, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, I won't dare to do it again!"
Chen Dahe's pale face looked particularly hideous in the dim room. His eyes were empty, but seemed to be able to see through everything. He stared at the two people who were fleeing in all directions. He waved the machete in his hand, and the blade drew cold rays of light in the air. With the sound of cold wind, he chopped towards the two people. Every swing carried the breath of death.
"Crack!" The machete struck the wooden table with a sharp snapping sound, sending sawdust flying everywhere, dancing like ghostly shadows in the dim room. Wang Mazi's legs buckled with fear, and he nearly fell to the ground. He scrambled under the bed, his body shaking violently like sieve chaff, muttering non-stop, "Brother Chen, please spare me! I'll burn paper money for you, and I'll work like a slave for you..." His voice gradually faded, finally becoming a sporadic sob.
Li Cuihua ran around the room, her hair disheveled and her clothes torn to shreds, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin. In the dim room, she moved about like a ghost. As she ran, she cried, "Dahe, don't kill me! I was forced to do this by that beast, Wang Mazi. I'm innocent!"
Chen Dahe seemed to be deaf to them and continued to wave his machete, approaching them step by step.
The next second, both of them woke up from their dreams at the same time. They were gasping for breath, their foreheads covered with cold sweat, and their hearts were beating so fast that they seemed like they were about to jump out of their chests.
Wang Mazi looked around in shock. In the dim room, everything was the same as before he went to bed. There was no ghost of Chen Dahe, and no blood-dripping machete. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
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