The Last Rose 39



The girl who was originally very delicate and beautiful suddenly crawled towards him at such a fast speed in such a twisted and weird posture. Even someone as brave as Lan Shuang felt scared.

The movement of bending down caused subtle changes in her facial features. The black pupils in her eyes were gone, only the whites. She used her hands and feet to pounce towards Lan Shuang at an extraordinary speed.

"Host, don't just stand there. Run!" Lan Shuang came to her senses and took off running. However, the garden was so small, where could she run to? Almost as soon as she turned her head, the twisted figure was in front of her, grinning at her, blood pouring from his mouth as he laughed. Because of his upside-down position, the blood covered her face, making her look even more hideous and terrifying.

Lan Shuang suddenly stopped and grinned like her.

888: “…”

He asked in confusion, "Host, what are you doing?"

"I suddenly remembered how I dealt with the housekeeper before. To deal with such ghostly things, you have to be even crazier and more desperate than them."

After she finished speaking, Lan Shuang breathed at the strange corpse in an even more twisted posture, with her teeth and claws bared.

The corpse suddenly stopped, and its eyes without pupils showed a hint of confusion.

Lan Shuang felt that she had made the right bet. She recalled the appearance of the zombies she encountered in the previous world and tried her best to imitate them. She pounced on the corpse while making meaningless noises. At first, the corpse did not move, but when Lan Shuang got to it, the corpse suddenly began to retreat.

888: “…”

888: “6666!”

And this was just the beginning. After the corpse retreated, Lan Shuang was encouraged and began to perform even harder.

The corpse confronted her for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran, Lan Shuang in pursuit. The situation suddenly reversed, and Lan Shuang went from being the weaker party to the attacker. She chased the corpse, forcing it to run relentlessly around the rose bushes, using its hands and feet, its hair trailing in a long line on the ground.

In the end, the corpse could no longer run and collapsed there, motionless, as if it had given up. Lan Shuang finally stopped, stood in front of her, straightened her back, and used her fingers to straighten her messy hair. She asked her breathlessly, "Do you accept it? Are you still trying to scare me?"

The corpse was silent.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. Now I'm going to check your body to see your identity. Don't move."

As she spoke, she approached the corpse and looked closely at her clothes.

She was wearing a loose white dress with tiny floral prints, a style that could easily look tacky, but it was surprisingly suitable for the corpse, as she was truly gentle and graceful.

She is very beautiful, but in a non-aggressive way. Even though there are no black pupils in her eyes, it is not difficult to imagine what she looks like in normal times.

Lan Shuang touched her chin.

"You should be the sisters in front, right?"

Sometimes you can't tell someone's age from their face, but you can tell from their temperament. Some people are born with an indescribable affinity, giving people a sense of maturity and reliability even without saying a word.

The corpse still didn't speak. Lan Shuang guessed that in this setting, she might not be able to speak, after all, she was already dead.

She looked at the dress carefully and found that it had no pockets, nothing that could prove her identity.

Suddenly thinking of something, Lan Shuang raised her head and glanced upwards. However, this glance made her expression change.

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