The dark and damp basement was filled with a strong smell of mold. Water droplets seeping from the walls dripped onto the ground, making a "tick-tick" sound, which intertwined with Qian Yueqian's heartbeat, creating a suffocating and depressing atmosphere.
Qian Yueqian was tied tightly to an old wooden chair with rough hemp ropes. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back and her feet were also firmly fixed, making her completely unable to move.
Her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes revealed deep fear and helplessness.
A cold wind blew, stirring up dust and cobwebs in the corners of the basement, as if invisible ghosts were wandering around.
Qian Yueqian felt a chill and shivered involuntarily.
Suddenly, a pale ghost face appeared in front of her without warning.
The face was bloodless, the eyes were deeply sunken, the black nostrils and the mouth stretched from ear to ear revealed a strange and terrifying aura.
Qian Yueqian screamed almost instinctively, and the sound echoed in the empty basement, which was creepy.
Song Jiao stood at the door with her head down, her long hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
She stood there motionless, as if blending into the surrounding darkness. Her purpose was simple: to make Qian Yueqian feel the ultimate fear.
Qian Yueqian's body was struggling desperately, but the hemp rope tied to her seemed to have life, and the more she struggled, the tighter it became.
Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.
"There's a ghost, there's a ghost!" She kept screaming, her voice revealing an indescribable fear.
Her body trembled unconsciously, as if an invisible force was controlling her, making her unable to break free from the shackles of fear.
Song Jiao stood quietly at the door. Her silence and figure in the dark brought greater psychological pressure to Qian Yueqian.
That pale ghost face seemed to be just the beginning of her prank. She enjoyed Qian Yueqian's fear as if she was savoring a glass of fine wine.
"Did you know that people died here before?" Song Jiao finally spoke. Her voice was low and cold, like a whisper from the depths of hell. "Their souls are wandering in this basement, unable to rest in peace forever."
Qian Yueqian's pupils suddenly contracted, and she felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
She wanted to close her eyes, but they seemed to be attracted by some force and could not be moved away from Song Jiao.
"I... I was also captured and brought here." Qian Yueqian's voice trembled and she cried, "I beg you to let me go... Don't kill me..."
Song Jiao laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the basement, making people feel an indescribable weirdness and horror. "Just passed you? Why? You are so cheap, seducing your best friend's husband, let you go..."
She paused for a second before continuing, "Who will let me go?"
After saying that, Song Jiao slowly walked towards Qian Yueqian. Qian Yueqian felt her heartbeat quicken with each step she took. She struggled desperately, but the hemp rope tied around her body became tighter and tighter, as if it was strangling her to death.
Song Jiao stood in front of Qian Yueqian, looking down at her face that was twisted with fear. "Are you ready? A new game is about to begin."
Qian Yueqian was terrified to the extreme. Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and helplessness.
She opened her mouth, but found that she was too frightened to speak, and only a faint whimper came out of her throat.
She didn't even notice that the pale ghost face in front of her seemed somewhat similar to a familiar face.
After screaming several times in succession, her body shook violently, and then she lost consciousness and fainted.
Her head was tilted to one side, and her long hair hung messily on her cheek, making her look particularly miserable.
Song Jiao looked at Qian Yueqian who had lost consciousness and felt that this game was too boring. She had not yet fully enjoyed the fun of it.
She frowned in dissatisfaction, then turned her head to look at the ball floating in the air beside her.
"Why do these people have such poor mental qualities? I thought we could play for a while longer!" Song Jiao's tone was filled with some dissatisfaction and disappointment.
Tuanzi couldn't help but feel ashamed.
It wondered, was this really just a matter of psychological quality? Any normal person would be terrified in this kind of environment! But looking at Song Jiao's serious expression, it could only cautiously say, "Well... Host... Is it possible that you're just too perverted?"
Song Jiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, then she stared at Tuanzi with wide eyes, "What are you talking about? How could I be a pervert? I just like to see people scared, that's normal!"
The corners of Tuanzi's mouth twitched slightly. Is this normal?
next day
Everything seemed to have returned to normal. Without the harassment from Qianjiu's parents and brother, Song Jiao slept until she woke up naturally.
It was already twelve o'clock when I got up.
The trending search is still fermenting, and her Weibo post was forwarded by the national department with the addition of the message: "Everything will be investigated thoroughly."
When I posted on Weibo yesterday, someone said that Qianjiu was disgusting. They were so loving when they were together, but they changed before they got married. They were unwilling to get married and even ran away from the marriage.
However, Song Jiao ignored it. It was just that the time-traveling girl did it, so why should the original owner pay for it?
Knowing that she would go back at any time, he still wanted to use a body that didn't belong to him to do something outrageous?
But the original owner has to bear the consequences?
Moreover, the original owner had told Duan Jiaxu a long time ago that she was not the one he was in love with.
Duan Jiaxu also knew that a person's transformation could not be that great.
But he said that even if it was just a shell, it would only belong to him.
The "knock knock knock" sound of knocking on the door echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly harsh.
There was a knock on the door, and the sound was accompanied by the angry and anxious shouts of Duan's mother.
Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a sharp knife, stabbing the people in the house fiercely.
"Qianjiu, is this your way of repaying our family?" Duan's mother's voice was filled with disappointment and anger.
"Open the door, open it for me quickly!" Duan's mother shouted while knocking on the door hard.
Her hands were shaking with anger, as if she wanted to pour all her dissatisfaction and anger on the door.
Duan's mother's heart was filled with regret and pain.
She thought about how she had not agreed to Qianjiu marrying in the first place, but her son refused to listen no matter how much he tried to persuade her. Now that something had happened, he was adding insult to injury and would not get anything good out of it.
Her heart was filled with resentment and anger towards Qianjiu, and she thought it was all her fault.
"Qianjiu, you bitch, get out now!" Duan's mother's voice became increasingly sharp, her anger reaching its peak. "If anything really happens to my son, I'll kill you!"
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