Suppressing an unspeakable shame, Yao Ye squeezed these words out through clenched teeth, feeling utterly drained afterwards. He felt utterly humiliated.
For a grown man to actually…
Damn it! That stupid Blank, he must have done this on purpose! Playing him for a fool!
With his face flushed red, Yao Ye couldn’t even lift his head, only managing to weakly raise his eyelids to look at the computer screen. Upon seeing the response filled with a pleasure that was almost palpable, his heart was a tumult of emotions.
What was Blank thinking, really? Had his brain rotted after death? To play such games with another man…
Or was it simply a way to humiliate him?
Yao Ye couldn’t figure it out, but now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Clenching his fists, his voice trembling slightly, he asked, “So, how do I get out of here now?”
The computer screen remained unresponsive.
The cursor blinked ominously, casting a silent, eerie aura over the blank document page.
Seeing this, Yao Ye’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on his fists.
He lowered his head and whispered almost inaudibly, “Hubby? What… what should I do now?”
—[Ye’er, don’t be afraid. Just open the door, and I will help you.]
—[I will always protect Ye’er. 🥰]
A rose icon twinkled at the end of the message, like thick, viscous blood, sinfully beautiful.
After reading the message, Yao Ye timidly glanced at the door not far away, still fearful.
But staying put wasn’t a solution. Who knew if that monster from before would knock again, and if she managed to break the door, it would be the end of him.
Biting his lip, Yao Ye decided to leave.
Approaching the door, he grasped the handle, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look back at the computer screen.
“…Please… even if I have to die, I hope to die by your hand.”
This way, his death would seem justified… um, meaningful, rather than dying nonsensically in some obscure internet café.
At least, this would give his pitiful self a semblance of a reason to die…
Thinking this, Yao Ye’s eyes dimmed, his complexion ashen.
After this ordeal, he had come to a grim understanding: with dangers lurking all around, death was the only outcome for him, regardless of where he died. All he could do was choose a slightly better way to go.
To die at Blank’s hand would at least grant him the posthumous fame of a “lover’s vengeance,” rather than becoming a mere joke for dying in an internet café.
The cursor in the document blinked for a moment but didn’t type another word.
Invisible to the human eye, a ghostly figure embraced Yao Ye closely, kissing his brows and eyes with an almost excited display of sickly infatuation.
To live and die together, wishing only to die by each other’s hand.
In the eyes of the ghostly figure, such a plea was akin to the sweetest of love confessions, the most potent of aphrodisiacs.
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For a moment, even its long-stilled heart seemed to beat fiercely.
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Seeing no response on the computer, Yao Ye wondered if Blank no longer wished to engage with him. Fearing that further delay might displease Blank, he reluctantly opened the room door, cautiously peering out into the corridor.
The narrow corridor was eerily silent, with each closed door on either side resembling a cell in a prison, only the flickering dim lights breaking the stillness.
Yao Ye swallowed hard and stepped forward.
Tap tap tap—
Just then, the sound of keyboard typing echoed, and a string of blood-red text appeared on the blank document. The color was so vividly crimson, it seemed almost real enough to drip off the screen onto the desk.
—[Okay, I will definitely kill Ye’er. It’s a promise~]
The twisted letters appeared one by one on the document.
This line of blood-red text was strikingly conspicuous against the white background of the document, looking extremely jarring and utterly terrifying.
Yao Ye glanced back, and upon seeing those words, his legs gave way in fright. He quickly leaned against the wall for support, nearly collapsing.
Fucking hell. Did Blank have to make it this frightening? And with such a blood-curdling color too!
Yao Ye was convinced again that Blank truly hated him, to the extent of looking forward to his death.
…But whatever. It was fine as long as he could survive this time. As for the future, well, that could wait.
Speaking of which, could he really trust Blank’s direction to move forward?
Ignoring the bloody text, Yao Ye, with legs still trembling from fear, forced himself to walk on.
Navigating through the lengthy corridor, Yao Ye was like a startled bird, jittery and constantly looking around, fearing another creature like the one before might emerge from any door.
He walked slowly. The carpet was soft beneath his feet, and rather comfortable to walk on… wait, was there a carpet here when he arrived?
Realizing something was amiss, Yao Ye froze. His eyes quivered as he looked down.
A long, black carpet woven with hair lay under his feet.
Yao Ye followed the hair to its source.
Behind him, hair cascaded down like a waterfall, long and dense.
Yao Ye turned pale and looked up, only to see a woman in white with long hair, her face deathly pale as if caked with layers of white powder, defying gravity as she stood on the ceiling.
The woman in white, with only the whites of her eyes showing, stared blankly at Yao Ye, her inverted, expressionless face creating a ghastly image.
!!!
She was right behind him!
That meant she had been following him all along without his knowledge!
He had been walking all this while on that soft “carpet”!
Terrified by the realization, Yao Ye scrambled away from the area covered in hair, running in the opposite direction of the woman in white.
The ghostly figure silently following Yao Ye glanced indifferently at the woman in white.
The long-haired woman in white: “…”
Slowly, cautiously, she retracted her hair.
“Pant! Pant! Pant!”
Yao Ye, gasping for air, finally ran out of the corridor and into the internet café’s main hall.
Inside the hall, rows of computer stations hummed with the sound of machinery, with barely any people around, casting an eerily quiet yet bizarrely sinister atmosphere.
Yao Ye felt his courage nearly shatter, his face pale as he stepped towards the exit of the hall.
“Creak—”
As Yao Ye passed a row of seated patrons, he heard a strange noise.
Unable to control his mix of terror and curiosity, he fearfully looked towards the source of the sound.
He saw behind a blond punk engrossed in his game, wearing headphones, a girl with deathly pale skin sitting quietly in his embrace. Her red dress subtly dripped with blood.
Yet, the punk seemed oblivious to the presence in his arms, cursing at his teammates in the game.
For a moment, Yao Ye thought he saw a ghastly visage of death on the punk’s face. Blinking, the illusion vanished, returning to that of a normal human.
Noticing Yao Ye’s gaze, the girl in red turned to look at him, her eyes bloodshot. Only the upper half of her face resembled that of a normal girl; the lower half was a horrifying cavity of mangled flesh without a chin, her upper gum and teeth exposed, presenting a visage of utter terror.
It was unclear how she had met such a gruesome end.
Seeing the girl in red’s face, Yao Ye’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat.
Damn his curiosity! Why did he look?! He should have just kept moving forward!
Overcome with fear, Yao Ye gritted his teeth and got to his feet, ignoring the odd looks from other café patrons, and stood up with a determined spirit.
Run!
That was the only thought in Yao Ye’s mind now.
Behind him, the girl in red straightened up in the punk’s embrace, her gaze following Yao Ye’s fleeing back with a look of greedy longing.
A delicious… soul…
The ghostly figure’s sinister eyes briefly met hers, its intense malevolence and resentment nearly tangible.
This fierce aura seemed to warn all other spirits—none should dare to snatch this unprecedentedly fierce and malevolent ghost’s beloved.
The girl in red: “…”
She obediently settled back down, deciding to be a focused hunter, concentrating on her current prey.
Clearly, the fate that befell the long-haired woman, turned to ash, was a lesson observed by all other spirits.
Stumbling out of the internet café, Yao Ye then sat down heavily on a curb by the sidewalk, gasping for breath.
The bustling streets, flickering with various signs and surrounded by noisy crowds, slightly relaxed Yao Ye’s frayed nerves.
“I’m saved…”
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Yao Ye managed a weak smile, feeling like he had survived a great ordeal.
After a moment’s rest, Yao Ye looked around, seeing people walking together in groups, while he sat on the ground alone, looking every bit the part of a beggar.
He was living worse than a rat.
Yao Ye lowered his head, watching a rat scurry from under his feet back into the sewer, his mind blank, unsure of where to go next.
Beep beep beep—
Yao Ye’s flip phone in his pocket rang.
Startled, Yao Ye took out his phone, flipped it open, and saw a new message in his inbox.
—[Ye’er, let’s go home. It’s late, and you’ll catch a cold.]
Staring at the message, Yao Ye’s pupils contracted, his fingers, scarred and trembling, hesitated over the phone’s keypad.
Let’s?
So, Blank really had been by his side all this time…
Could he have been following him all along?
Yao Ye suddenly turned to look behind him, but there was nothing there.
A tall ghostly figure sat beside Yao Ye on the curb, tenderly kissing his pale lips, its corners lifted in a sweet smile.
Snap—
Turning his head back, Yao Ye’s face was pale, his eyes devoid of light. He pressed the keys, typing out a message.
—[Okay, hubby!]
Damn… his life was truly a joke.
Yao Ye closed his flip phone, his brows knitted with worries.
Ultimately, survival was still more important than dignity.
Even though living like this was hard to speak of, even in such a wretched state, Yao Ye still hadn’t given up hope of survival.
If Blank wanted to humiliate him, then he would play along, appease Blank, and at least he could live a little longer.
—[Ye’er, you’re so obedient~]
Another message appeared, its tone dripping with sweetness.
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