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Chapter 13: Slippers

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  “People?” Xiaomeng's eyes widened.

  “Exactly,” Sister Nuan said, unsciously tightening her fingers, her heart still filled with fear. “Sometimes they are more terrifying than ghosts.”

  The fire in the firepce burned brightly, illuminating half the living room.

  Sitting in front of the firepce, Fan Li had a gloomy expression, occasionally adding a few logs to the fire.

  He was well aware of why Sister Nuan insisted on driving him out.

  The ghosts in this vil were killed by two men, so the ghosts’ targets for revenge were also men.

  The middle-aged man who had already died a tragic death and Xie Yu were examples.

  Thinking of this, Fan Li grabbed two thick logs and tossed them into the firepce.

  The fire bzed even more fiercely.

  It seemed that only this could dispel the chill in his heart.

  Based on the current situation, the events that had transpired were already fairly clear. In other words, the mission was nearing its end, but the closer it got, the more frehe ghosts would bee.

  Something was bound to happen tonight.

  The only question ould die.

  It recisely because he uood this that he refused the Fatty's pn for everyoo sleep together.

  The probability of entering a ghost alone was one in three, but if he were with the two of them, it would be a hundred pert.

  The oute of being targeted by a ghost filled his eyes with a quick fsh of fear. Ghosts rarely killed multiple people at once, but it wasn't unheard of.

  Moreover, he had his own pns.

  He was fident that if he stayed here, he could survive until dawn.

  His gaze gradually shifted to the firepce.

  Current evidence suggested that the ghost was likely drowned while alive, and in front of him was a bzing fire.

  Iudy, the Fatty squatted in the darkness, not daring to make a sound.

  Until he couldn't help it, stretg his neck, he leaned closer to where Jiang g was sitting and asked in a very soft voice, “Do you think if we hide here, the ghost won’t know?”

  “I don’t know.”

  The Fatty slightly rexed, mumbling as if reassuring himself, “That’s good then.”

  “I said I don’t know,” Jiang g replied with a tone of emphasis.

  Having spent time with Jiang g, the Fatty's psychological resilience had improved a lot. This time, he only trembled for less than five seds before he could unicate like a normal person again.

  “Seriously, brother.” The Fatty stared at Jiang g. “I think you’re not an ordinary person. After that ghost appeared yesterday, I was so scared I froze, yet you could still remember what shoes she was wearing.”

  “You definitely aren’t a model; you’re a poli, right?”

  The more the Fatty spoke, the more he felt his guess was reasonable, his expression growied.

  Uedly, Jiang g shot him a gnce. “Do you think I save you just because you think I’m a poli, or that if I take out my badge, the ghost will spare us?”

  The Fatty's newly kindled hope was extinguished again, and he despaired a bit, saying, “So, we’re doomed, right?”

  Just as Jiang g was about to speak, the Fatty waved his hand to interrupt him, looking pained. “I guess yoing to say I’m the only one who’s going to die, not us, right?”

  Jiang g sullenly closed his mouth.

  After a moment, Jiang g spoke again, “But you don’t have to be so pessimistic, Fatty. There might still be a turnaround.”

  Just whety lifted his head, wanting to say something more, Jiang g suddenly made a gesture for silence, and the Fatty immediately closed his mouth.

  Sure! Here’s the transtion:

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  1 minute

  2 minutes

  5 minutes

  Until about 10 minutes had passed, the Fatty hadn’t heard anything, and nothing had appeared in the room.

  He was extremely tense, his ears perked up.

  Jiang g stood up from the chair, quickly gng toward the desk. The most spicuous item on the bare surface was a cartoon arm clock. The Fatty heard him muttering something about how there was no movement.

  “Bro,” the Fatty said, shocked, “you’re not waiting fhost here, are you?”

  “Don’t talk,” Jiang g frowned and walked toward the door. “Stay here; I’ll go take a look.”

  The Fatty hurriedly followed, “No, let’s go together.”

  Jiang g and the Fatty reached the corridor, where the overhead light was still oing a feeble glow.

  Without hesitation, Jiang g went straight to the master bedroom door aly knocked.

  A few seds ter, a wary female voice came from inside, “Who?”

  “It’s me,” Jiang g replied, “Hao Shuai.”

  “What do you want?”

  Jiang g said seriously, “I think Fan Li is in trouble.”

  Upon hearing this, the door opened a crack, just enough for the speaker to show half an eye, “How do you know?”

  Jiang g quickly goward the end of the corridor he stairs and turned back, saying quickly, “Let’s talk i’s not safe here.”

  The woman behind the door scrutinized Jiang g and the Fatty for a moment before nodding, “Okay.”

  The door opened.

  The woman stood behind the door.

  They didn’t dare turn on the light; the room itch dark.

  After hearing Jiang g say that Fan Li was in trouble, the Fatty suddenly looked tense. He didn’t uand how Jiang g reached this clusion, but oddly chose to believe him.

  Jiang g entered first, with the Fatty following closely behind.

  But just as he was about to step through the door, Jiang g’s body suddenly froze at the entrance, causing the Fatty, who was right behind him, to bump into him.

  Before the Fatty could ask what was wrong, Jiang g quickly retreated bato the corridor.

  At the same time, he pressed his hand oty’s shoulder, pulling him back too.

  The woman had stepped aside to let them in, “e on in, what are you waiting for?” she urged.

  She occasionally gnced anxiously toward the other side of the corridor, as if something might appear there soon.

  “I fot something very important in the room,” Jiang g suddenly said. “Wait for me to go bad get it.”

  Without waiting for the woman to react, he put a hand oty’s shoulder, thewo turned and hurriedly walked toward the other side of the corridor.

  The Fatty didn’t expect Jiang g, who looked so thin, to have such strength; he was almost being dragged along.

  His mind was in a bnk state.

  But at this moment, he wisely kept his mouth shut until they reached the er of the corridor by the stairs, where Jiang g quickly pulled him in.

  “What did you notice?” the Fatty asked, panting.

  He saw a few beads of cold sweat trig down Jiang g's face.

  Jiang g gestured for him to be quiet, then leaned against the wall of the corridor, as if listening to something. A few mier, his expressiouro normal.

  “That woman isn’t right,” Jiang g whispered.

  The Fatty’s flesh quivered, “What’s wrong?”

  “She’s wearing flip-flops.”

  “Flip-flops?”

  “Yeah,” Jiang g nodded. “I noticed it by act when I walked in.”

  He tinued, “We all know how dangerous this vil is; we could face a vengeful ghost at any moment. How could she take off her shoes and put on a pair of inve flip-flops?”

  (End of chapter)

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