Zhou Fang's body trembled involuntarily, a chill ran down her spine and straight to her heart, her voice trembling so much that she could barely speak: "I...I really don't know you, and...and I never promised to marry you!"
The female ghost's outstretched hand froze slightly in mid-air, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. Then, her repeated words were tinged with bewilderment: "You don't recognize me?"
But in an instant, her tone changed abruptly, sharp and full of resentment: "You don't recognize me? You said you wanted to marry me! How dare you lie to me!"
The woman's voice was shrill, as if it exploded in Zhou Fang's ears, surrounding him from all directions, making his scalp tingle.
Zhou Fang's legs instantly lost all strength, and he slumped to the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, a mixture of fear and innocence: "No, it wasn't me, you...you must have mistaken me for someone else, I don't know you."
The female ghost's voice suddenly turned shrill and mournful: "How could I have made a mistake? Every inch of fabric, every thread of embroidery on the wedding dress hanging in this house belongs to me! You once told me, 'Xuxu, wait for me to come and marry you,' so why do you deny it now that I've come looking for you? Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang, how cruel you are!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fang's expression changed drastically, his astonishment barely concealed. "You...you're Xuxu? How is that possible..."
The female ghost curled her lips into a cold smile, a smile tinged with endless sorrow. "Not pretending anymore? Then Zhou Fang, let's get married right now!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the female ghost stretched out her hands and swiftly and eerily "swept" towards Zhou Fang. As she approached step by step, the lights behind her went out one by one. Zhou Fang's heart pounded wildly, and his legs felt like lead. No matter how much he struggled, he could only support himself with his hands and stagger backward.
His face was ashen, and his voice was barely audible with fear: "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I don't want to get married!"
However, the female ghost did not stop. In an instant, she was within arm's reach of Zhou Fang. As the last ray of light went out, the surroundings were once again swallowed by thick darkness.
Zhou Fang was so frightened that he tightly closed his eyes, trying to block out the chilling scene before him. But it was as if a gentle breeze brushed past his ears, carrying the cool touch of the edge of the female ghost's veil, and a soft, melodious whisper, like that of a former lover, gently lingering in his ears: "Zhou Lang, let's get married~"
"ah--"
A terrified scream startled the birds resting in the courtyard and startled the bodyguards patrolling the mansion.
Bodyguard N picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Bodyguard Two, "What's wrong with Mr. Zhou? Why is he screaming so pitifully?"
Bodyguard Number Two met Lu Yanli's threatening gaze, picked up the walkie-talkie shakily, and began to lie: "It's nothing, I don't know where the stone came from, it just touched Mr. Zhou's paronychia. You can continue your patrol."
Bodyguard N understood: "Oh, I see. That must hurt quite a bit."
Bodyguard Number Two tried to remain calm: "Okay, let the brothers continue doing what they're doing. There's nothing going on here."
"Okay, I understand."
After resolving the bodyguard crisis, Bodyguard Number Two respectfully presented the walkie-talkie to Lu Yanli.
Lu Yanli took it and patted Bodyguard Number Two on the shoulder approvingly, "Hmm, not bad, you know what's good for you."
Bodyguard Number Two glanced furtively at Bodyguard Number One, who was hanging upside down and spinning in the tree, and smiled obsequiously: "Yes, yes, it's what I should do."
*
In the corridor.
Zhou Fang covered his eyes tightly with both hands, holding his breath and waiting for the unknown terror to descend. Unexpectedly, the surroundings sank into a silence. He mustered his courage and slowly peeked out through two gaps between his fingers. He found the corridor quiet, the lights still warm yellow, and there was no ghost of the wedding dress around. It was as if everything just now was just his illusion.
He slowly got up, gently placing his hands on the cold wall, taking each step with extreme caution, looking around to make sure that there was no one else in this narrow space but himself.
Zhou felt a little relieved, but a trace of confusion crept into his mind. "What's going on? Why am I hallucinating?"
He shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the confusion, and looked down at the ground to look for his phone, but for some reason, the phone, which had clearly fallen to his feet, was now nowhere to be found.
As he was groping around, he sensed an unusual red light emanating from the warm yellow lamplight ahead.
Zhou Fang froze instantly. He slowly looked up and saw that behind the door of his room, which should have been closed, a strange red light, just like the one in the corridor, was seeping out!
His heart skipped a beat. How could there be such a light in his room? Was it not a hallucination? Had the female ghost gone in?
He moved slowly forward, hugging the wall, deliberately keeping his breaths soft, carefully inching his way into the room.
The people hiding in the shadows were speechless at this moment.
Lu Yanli looked disgusted. "Isn't this just cannon fodder in a horror movie, going in to die? He clearly knew his room was eerie, yet he still went in to check it out. He deserved to be tricked!"
Jin Yan chuckled: "You know, An An's acting is really good. I was a little scared just now. She played the ghost quite realistically."
Fu Zhiyan's face was extremely sour at that moment.
When everyone was discussing who should play the female ghost, he strongly opposed having An'an play the role. After all, it was a wedding scene, and he didn't want An'an to play his mother and marry Zhou Fang. This made him very unhappy. However, apart from An'an, there was no other woman present who could wear that wedding dress. So, he now disliked Zhou Fang very much. It was bad enough that she wanted to steal his father's wife, but now she had to make An'an accompany him in the wedding scene. It was truly despicable.
So he coldly uttered a single word: "Stupid."
Lu Wenjing raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and looked at Fu Zhiyan, his tone carrying a subtle but profound meaning: "Zhiyan, An'an is still young and has a playful heart, you can understand that, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiyan turned her head to look back and gently smiled, "It's alright, I can wait."
Lu Wenjing froze, turned his head back expressionlessly, and said nothing more.
Zhou Fang finally moved to the window. He held his breath and peered through a small crack in the window.
After scanning the room, no ghost was found. The wedding dress was still hanging on the rack, but the lantern above it was somehow turned on and was emitting a faint red glow.
Zhou Fang let out a soft breath, his tense nerves relaxing slightly. He straightened up, his brows furrowed. "How did these people clean up? They didn't even turn off the lanterns after turning them on. They scared the hell out of me."
He pushed open the door, turned on the light by the door, and casually took off his coat, preparing to go into the bedroom to sleep. But as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the light in the room went out with a "snap," and the lights in the hallway also went out, plunging the room into darkness once again.
Zhou Fang froze slightly, a familiar fear spreading through his body again. He instinctively grabbed the door frame, trying to find a sliver of support in the sudden darkness.
In this suffocating darkness, a red lamp flickered on his carved bed, and he saw the ghostly woman in her wedding dress sitting there on the edge of the bed!
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