Zhao Youliang instinctively tried to kick the dark figure, but the figure was too fast and had already slipped into his bed.
Upon physical contact, Zhao Youliang immediately felt that the thing was covered in hair.
However, the hair is not evenly distributed, and it seems to be missing patches, just like human alopecia areata.
Wait, alopecia areata?!
With a "crack," another bolt of lightning flashed, and Zhao Youliang was astonished to find that the face he was looking into was actually a dog's face.
A very ugly dog face!
"Holy crap, a scoundrel dog?...Dog Bro?!"
Upon hearing this, the big yellow dog nodded repeatedly and nestled tightly in Zhao Youliang's arms like a little bird seeking shelter.
Zhao Youliang couldn't help but chuckle to himself upon seeing this.
Oh dear, I never expected that the bully who always picks on me would be afraid of thunder and rain.
Where's your usual swagger?
Keep being arrogant! Go ahead and beat me up!
However, Zhao Youliang had oversimplified the matter. Was the big yellow dog afraid of thunderstorms?!
The "corpse" had reached the shop entrance amidst the wind and rain, but instead of barging in, it roared incessantly towards the inside.
It seemed like they were afraid of something.
Fortunately, the sound of thunder and rain masked the roars of the corpse, preventing them from disturbing the residents.
Inside the shop, the paper figures looked even more eerie against the backdrop of flashes of lightning.
And they had all turned their heads, staring intently at the direction of the shop entrance.
A moment later, the corpse finally couldn't resist the sorcerer's urging and burst through the door with a bang.
As the door was kicked open, gusts of cold wind immediately blew in.
The paper figures rustled as it was blown, and the old-fashioned light bulbs swayed from side to side.
Moreover, the wind lacked the freshness that should accompany rain; instead, it was filled with the filthy, bloody smell.
The moment the fleshy corpse burst through the door, the paper figures, though motionless, all emitted eerie laughter.
Ethereal yet sharp.
The fleshy corpse seemed afraid to offend the paper figure, and cautiously moved forward little by little along the middle path.
The paper figures remained motionless, their blood-red eyes moving in sync with the movement of the fleshy corpse.
It looked like someone was watching us, but his neck didn't move, only his eyes were moving.
Even the black part of the eye has moved back into its socket, leaving only the whites of the eye...
At the same time, Zhao Youliang instinctively tried to sit up upon hearing the commotion outside.
Unfortunately, he was now lying under the bed, so he naturally bumped back down with a thud.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Hey Dog, did you hear that? Has a thief broken into our house?!"
Zhao Youliang, who seems carefree but is actually extremely responsible, was about to crawl out from under the bed to check when he was firmly stopped by the big yellow dog.
Seeing the fearful expression on the dog's face, Zhao Youliang immediately remembered the old man's advice: No matter what happens, don't come out!
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang quickly shrank back under the bed, and the two of them, along with the dog, stared anxiously at the bedroom door.
On the other side, inside the shop.
At this moment, the fleshy corpse had already "moved" through the path between the paper figures to the feet of the two puppets.
It is said to be underfoot because the doll was enshrined on a tall incense table.
An incense table almost as tall as a person.
As a result, Zhao Youliang had to climb a ladder every day when he went to offer incense.
A flash of lightning ripped through the rainy night, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
Bathed in the flashes of lightning, the two puppets appeared even more eerie and sinister.
When the corpse saw the doll clearly, its originally ashen and ferocious face was instantly filled with fear.
That deep sense of fear.
Then, with a thud, he knelt down in front of the doll, his buttocks sticking up high, trembling as he repeatedly kowtowed forcefully.
Even when their skin and flesh were torn apart and stuck to the ground, and even when their skulls cracked, they dared not stop.
A moment later, faint, melodious opera singing came from the female doll's body.
All the paper figures, including the fleshy corpses, immediately assumed a listening posture.
The opera singing stopped after a few breaths, and then the corpse kowtowed three more times, got up shakily, and walked towards Zhao Youliang's bedroom.
Hearing heavy footsteps outside the door, the person and the dog in the bedroom looked at each other, both seeing fear in each other's eyes.
Zhao Youliang was worried that the dog would bark wildly when things got dangerous, so he quickly covered the yellow dog's mouth.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the ghost is really here!"
"Brother Dog, hold on for a moment, and don't make a sound!"
While people are worried about dogs, dogs are clearly also worried about people.
Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's nonsense, the big yellow dog promptly shoved a paw into his mouth.
Zhao Youliang accidentally licked it...it was a bit salty.
Oh my god, does that mean that rascal dog only uses this paw to dig up poop and eat it?!
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang nearly vomited, only managing to hold it in with immense willpower...
The stalemate lasted for a few minutes, but then there was silence outside the door.
Just as Zhao Youliang was wondering if the "ghost" had left because it couldn't find him, the bedroom door was suddenly kicked open with a bang.
A fierce wind, mixed with cold rain and endless chill, instantly filled the entire room.
Because he was under the bed, Zhao Youliang could only see a pair of muddy feet pacing back and forth in front of him.
And it left behind messy footprints.
Holy crap, there are feet and footprints, isn't that a ghost?
Has a thief really broken in?!
At this time, Zhao Youliang was still an "outsider" and had no idea that besides ghosts, there were many other unclean things that could also harm people.
Just as Zhao Youliang was pondering whether to get out from under the bed and fight the "thief," the limp corpse's dark blue face suddenly appeared in front of him.
The two were less than ten centimeters apart!
His deathly gray eyes met Zhao Youliang's.
Zhao Youliang could even smell the strong stench of corpses and blood on the other person!
Anyone would have screamed in that situation, but luckily Zhao Youliang had a dog's paw stuffed in his mouth.
The corpse seemed oblivious to the man and dog so close at hand. Its lifeless gray eyes stared for a moment before it got up from the ground and continued searching the room.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long:
Sensing that Zhao Youliang was nearby, but unable to find him no matter what he did, the fleshy corpse finally went berserk and began wildly swinging its arms and smashing things.
How could the already small bedroom withstand his antics?
Moments later, the place was a complete mess.
Even the windows were smashed, and a gust of wind mixed with icy rain rushed in instantly.
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to move further inside to avoid being "accidentally" kicked in the face by the flesh corpse, the single bed was also overturned by the flesh corpse.
The cold rain immediately poured down on the man and the dog.
Seeing that he had been "exposed," Zhao Youliang was about to grab the big yellow dog and run away when he realized that the "corpse" still couldn't see him.
Is that even possible?!
Why did Master Grey insist on making us crawl under the bed?!
Zhao Youliang's question was answered shortly afterward:
The cold rain not only fell on him, but also soaked the talisman he was holding in his hand.
The cinnabar on the talisman is gradually fading after being exposed to water...
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