As dawn broke, Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, got up, tidied the bed, and then slowly walked out. He even took a special look at He Yuling's boudoir as he passed by. He Yuling's body was still hanging in the room, looking quite terrifying.
But for Fang Zhiyi, he had seen this kind of thing many times before, and it wasn't like he hadn't fought it before.
And so a bizarre scene unfolded: He Yuling, her eyes wide open in death, hung there, while Fang Zhiyi, as if she were at home, fetched water to wash up, and only after finishing everything did she leisurely pat her bottom and walk out of the He family's gate.
I'm not afraid of that thing during the day, and Xiaobai should be back today. I can trick it into dealing with He Yuling, perfect!
But the moment Fang Zhiyi pushed open his door, a splash of bright red blocked his view.
"You fucking..." Fang Zhiyi was shocked. He took a step back, facing the bluish-gray ghost face. He looked up at the sky; yes, it was dawn, but...
He Yuling, however, didn't think much of it and reached out to grab his neck.
"Damn, died from betrayal and murder, extremely gruesome!"
Fang Zhiyi was somewhat frustrated. It was obvious that He Yuling was even more ferocious than before because of her actions. Ghosts that could take action during the day were much more ruthless than malevolent ghosts!
In just a moment, the scene before him changed. The sky was still dark, and he was now standing in He Yuling's boudoir. He Yuling was hanging there quietly, looking down at him with an extremely strange expression, as if she was laughing.
Fang Zhiyi subconsciously took a step back and put her hands on his shoulders. Just a glance out of the corner of her eye caught her eye of his long, dark fingernails.
"Hehehehehe..." An eerie sound came from behind Fang Zhiyi.
"Is this the illusion you see when you encounter a ghost?" Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself. He didn't turn around. It wasn't like he hadn't seen horror movies before. If he turned around, he would definitely have a close encounter with He Yuling's vengeful spirit. He decided to avoid that kind of thrill.
Those hands suddenly tightened, and Fang Zhiyi felt suffocated.
"Why don't you just die? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."
A plaintive voice sounded in my ear.
At this moment, the third He Yuling also appeared. She sat on the edge of the bed happily, decorating her hair with accessories and wearing a wedding dress, as if she were getting married the next day. However, when she saw Fang Zhiyi, her face suddenly turned ugly. She walked over quickly and viciously grabbed Fang Zhiyi's neck.
He Yuling, who had hanged herself there, just watched coldly, a strange smile still on her face.
"I am the eldest daughter of the He family, and you will all be buried with me, buried with me!"
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit of a headache. He knew it was an illusion, but the suffocating feeling of being choked was real.
His eyes darted around laboriously, trying to find a suitable weapon. He didn't have the ability to kill He Yuling, but he could kill himself.
If you are killed by a vengeful ghost, you will most likely be devoured by it or become its puppet. But if you take matters into your own hands, you might still have a chance!
It's not like I haven't done it before!
Just then, something suddenly tore open the pitch-black night sky, and the sudden sunlight made He Yuling subconsciously let go and step back. Fang Zhiyi felt the suffocating feeling on his neck instantly disappear, and he turned his head.
"Who are you?"
The scene before her eyes changed rapidly, and Fang Zhiyi finally saw that she was sitting on the spot in front of her own house, with two red ropes wrapped around her neck.
Then a young man was looking him up and down.
Clearly, this person saved him when he was nearly strangled by his hallucinations.
"Thank you so much." Fang Zhiyi gasped for breath, almost collapsing.
The young man made a strange move. His body didn't move, but his neck suddenly stretched out, and his entire face was right in front of Fang Zhiyi, face to face: "Who are you? Who are you?"
Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment: "Your father!" He jumped up instantly, turned around and grabbed a memorial tablet in his hand.
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