kvmb Chapter 104 Ghost Stories (Part 2)
Chapter 104 Ghost Stories (Part 2)
Puyang Minghui clutched the pillow tightly, her face contorted with tension, even her breathing becoming softer, as if afraid of disturbing the unknown in the darkness. Ao Nanxi, though silent, instinctively stiffened, her fingers trembling slightly, knuckles white, clearly struggling to maintain composure. Chu Yichen and Nalan Xingyao, on the other hand, moved closer to Ji Moyu, as if his calmness and composure could offer them a sense of security.
Chu Qiuchi glanced at everyone's reactions, a meaningful sneer playing on her lips. She lowered her voice, her tone icy, and continued, "Su Yuan opened his eyes and found that all the corpses had disappeared, but in front of him was a little girl. The girl was covered in blood, her face was deathly pale, her mouth was split almost to her ears, and her two sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the moonlight."
She paused, as if gathering her strength for what she was about to say, then spoke in a lower, colder voice: "The little girl slowly approached Su Yuan, reaching out her hands to him, grinning, her voice clear yet eerie—"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the tent suddenly went out, and the pitch-black space instantly swallowed all visual senses. All around was silent, with only a few faint, rapid breaths echoing in the darkness.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, Chu Qiuchi silently approached Ao Nanxi, precisely grabbed her shoulder, and then slowly said in her ear in a low, hoarse, trembling voice, "Take me home... okay?"
At that very moment, a few drops of icy liquid suddenly fell from the sky, landing on the back of Ao Nanxi's hand. They were so cold that they felt like blood.
"Tick...tick..."
The eerie sound seemed to come from the darkness, like blood dripping from a great height, echoing all around and enveloping everyone in endless fear.
"Ah!!!" Puyang Minghui was the first to scream, clutching the pillow tightly to her chest, curling up into a ball as if trying to hide herself from the unknown fear. Chu Yichen and Nalan Xingyao also huddled together, letting out suppressed gasps, their faces pale to the point of being almost transparent.
Even Ji Moyu frowned slightly. Although his expression remained calm, his slightly stiff shoulders and unconsciously clenched fingers betrayed his inner turmoil. His usually impenetrable aura, as solid as a rock, now showed a subtle crack. Clearly, no matter how composed he was, he couldn't be completely immune to this realistic and terrifying atmosphere.
Under the combined assault of darkness and the icy touch, Ao Nanxi trembled involuntarily. She tried to raise her hand to slap Chu Qiuchi away, but her hand froze in mid-air, cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
"Qiu Chi!" Ao Nanxi's voice trembled noticeably as she tried her best to suppress her emotions and remain calm. "Didn't you go too far?"
Her response was a low, distant laugh—
"Hehehe...hehehe..."
Laughter echoed eerily in the darkness, both soft and jarring, as if it came from all directions, seeping into everyone's ears and reverberating in their minds. Sometimes clear, sometimes indistinct, it carried a chilling, eerie quality.
Puyang Minghui was almost in tears. She tightly gripped Nalan Xingyao beside her, her voice trembling as she pleaded in a low voice, "Qiu Chi... stop playing... I can't take it anymore..."
Chu Yichen gritted his teeth, trying his best to steady himself, but couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "Sis! This...this is too scary! We're just telling a story, not trying to kill us!"
Just then, the lights inside the tent suddenly came back on, but the brightness was very dim, seemingly deliberately creating a hazy and uneasy atmosphere. At that moment, everyone simultaneously noticed a figure appear behind Ao Nanxi.
It was a person covered in blood, with a deathly pale face, a wide grin that stretched to his ears, revealing a set of sharp teeth, his eyes staring straight at the crowd, his smile so eerie it sent chills down everyone's spine.
This scene completely shocked everyone. Puyang Minghui was the first to scream, "Ahhh! Oh my god!" Chu Yichen also took a big step back, almost overturning his chair, "What... what is this thing!?"
Ao Nanxi stiffened and slowly turned around, meeting that twisted and grotesque face. She turned pale with fright, almost crying out, letting out a terrifying scream. She then scrambled to Ji Moyu's back and grabbed his sleeve tightly.
At that moment, the "ghostly figure" suddenly began to slowly approach, its steps stiff yet carrying a certain oppressive feeling, and walked directly towards them.
Just as everyone was so terrified they could barely breathe, the "ghostly figure" suddenly stopped, removing the fake blood and distorted makeup from its face. Chu Qiuchi, wiping away the makeup, laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "Hahahaha, how about that? Pretty realistic, right? Aren't you immersed in the scene?!"
Puyang Minghui gasped for breath, her face still pale, and glared angrily at Chu Qiuchi: "You...you're a monster! I almost thought I was seeing a ghost!"
Ao Nanxi took a deep breath, patted his chest, and barely managed to calm himself down. His tone was filled with resentment: "Chu Qiuchi... your move was ruthless enough, I admit defeat! But next time... no! There absolutely must not be a next time!"
Nalan Xingyao's face was pale. She gently touched her chest, seemingly trying to calm her racing heart. Her voice was tinged with lingering fear: "Qiu Chi... you told this story with such care... it was so well told... but! Really, please don't tell it again next time!"
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Chu Yichen glared at Chu Qiuchi: "Sis... with your abilities, coming to the war zone is a waste of your talent!"
Ji Moyu remained as indifferent as ever. He picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and calmly uttered two words: "Naive."
Chu Qiuchi didn't care about their reactions at all. His smile was even brighter than a blooming flower, and his eyes were full of smugness: "Hey, it's rare to bring you all some fun! How was it? Was the experience exciting enough? Was it great?"
"Fun my foot!" Ao Nanxi rolled her eyes, her tone still carrying a hint of lingering anger. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Chu Qiuchi blinked innocently, a harmless smile on her face: "Oh dear, how can our elegant Third Princess of the Royal Family roll her eyes and curse people so casually? That's not befitting your noble status at all!"
She paused, raised her chin, her tone smug, and a mischievous smile on her face: "You specifically asked to hear this, so of course I have to bring out my 'secret weapon'! Otherwise, I'd be letting you down, wouldn't I?"
"You—" Ao Nanxi was furious at her glib tongue. She pointed at her and said through gritted teeth, "Chu Qiuchi, you just wait. I'll teach you a lesson next time!"
"Next time?" Chu Qiuchi exaggeratedly clutched her chest, widened her eyes, and said with a face full of "shock," "My God, the Third Princess actually wants a next time? Then I'd better prepare properly and add some more ingredients to make it even more unforgettable!"
Ao Nanxi was speechless after being silenced by her words. She stomped her foot in anger and said through gritted teeth, "There will absolutely be no next time!"
"Oh dear, that's such a pity!" Chu Qiuchi sighed with feigned regret, then said with a smile, "However, feel free to contact me anytime for another appointment~ After all, my 'secret weapon' never disappoints."
Amidst groans and helpless laughter, this "horror story" finally came to an end. Chu Qiuchi leaned back in his chair with a smug smile, thinking to himself: Perfect ending! Now, Ao Nanxi shouldn't have any more doubts, right?