Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (54)
It was all lies.
Everything was a lie.
Can’t believe it.
The dark shadow became more distorted. The temperature of the house dropped, and black ghost qi shrouded the entire room.
Bai Weiwei, who was acting out heart break, shivered.
“Tongza, the temperature isn’t right.”
System: “The weather is fine, no clouds for miles, constant warm sunshine across the land.”
Bai Weiwei: “Can’t you tell the truth.”
System: “The phantom male lead is active. He’s using ghost qi techniques to attack indiscriminately, looking to demand your life.”
Bai Weiwei: …… What ‘tell the truth’, too frightening.
The ghost qi in the room grew thicker and the temperature dropped to an unbearable level.
Bai Weiwei’s lips trembled, but she didn’t search for more clothes to wear.
There was a trace of surprise in her eyes.
“Little Gege, are you back?”
Within the darkness of the ghost qi, a hazy black figure appeared.
Bai Weiwei’s footsteps didn’t hesitate, immediately rushing in, “Little Gege?”
The black shadow didn’t move.
Even so, Bai Weiwei didn’t know why, she couldn’t catch up with that shadow.
She called out in confusion, “Little Gege, is that you?”
Suddenly, there was a seeping laughter in the air, with a few hints of treacherous madness.
Bai Weiwei wasn’t shocked or hostile, “It’s you, little Gege, you’re back.”
She desperately quickened her pace, chasing for a long time. She almost caught him each time, but at the best moment, she would lose sight of him.
This road she chased him, made her footsteps more and more heavy.
“Tongza, why do I think something’s not right?”
System: “You entered an illusion created by the male lead. Once a living person is inside a ghost’s illusion, the ghost qi will deprive them of their living qi, until you become a dried husk.”
Bai Weiwei: After hearing this answer, should she chase, or not?
Dried husk sounds…… too ugly.
Having caught up to this point, not chasing was too much of a loss.
Bai Weiwei could only accept her fate and keep trying to catch up.
In the dark, she finally pounced fiercely and caught his clothes.
Her eyes were brilliant as crystals, completely devoid of fear. She raised her head in pleasant surprise, “Little Gege.”
However, when she looked up, it was a blurry black shadow.
The black shadow abruptly twisted and squirmed.
Bai Weiwei froze, and the misshapen shadow gradually grew larger, becoming denser and thicker.
The black ghost qi dispersed, revealing the deathly pale, deformed limbs.
All kinds of strange human faces, limbs, and bodies, were contorted into an enormous meatball.
Bai Weiwei’s expression stiffened, mama, she wants to go home.
Her fingers loosened, her whole person couldn’t help but draw back.
But, the meatball made all kinds of terrifying, sharp screams.
Bits of the meatball separated and flew around.
Eyes and whatever else, all rolled over Bai Weiwei’s feet.
Bai Weiwei thought it was better to die a quiet death.
Attacking or what have you, she really should give up.
The white meatballs were crushed by a huge force.
The ghost’s cries of resentment repeatedly overlapped.
Bai Weiwei huddled in a ball, looking very pitiful and helpless in the dark.
She gritted her teeth and her entire body shook.
However, she didn’t try to escape, she whispered fearfully and hopefully, “Little Gege, are you here? Are you there?”
Clearly already so scared she was nearly out of qi, yet still dead set on not running away.
Instead, she opened her eyes and desperately searched through those broken limbs, trying to seek out the shadow of Ji Yongchuan.
Extremely afraid, but she abandoned herself.
Bai Weiwei’s legs were soft from fear, she couldn’t run. She could only prop herself up, and not let her character set collapse.
With everything she sacrificed up to this point.
If her persona also collapsed, it would be too much of a waste.