The person placed his hand on the mirror, muttering to himself: “Everyone who has desires should offer their life to show sincerity. If you won’t give it, I’ll take it myself.”
He looked like an adult male, but when speaking, a woman’s voice emerged – somewhat hoarse and shrill, echoing faintly on the walls.
Suddenly, a voice behind him spoke, gentle like the spring rain.
His expression changed dramatically as he spun around, discovering someone had appeared behind him without him noticing at all!
The newcomer was elegant and attractive – it was Luo Yingbai, who had clearly left earlier. Now standing leisurely, he smiled: “What’s the point of a woman possessing Huang Weihua’s body? Why don’t you reveal your true form and let me see what you look like?”
His tone was ambiguous, like a newlywed husband coaxing his wife to lift her veil, full of affectionate intent. However, as he spoke, the possessed “Huang Weihua” felt an overwhelming pressure almost forcing his spirit out of the body.
He stomped his foot, and countless pale white hands suddenly stretched out from the walls toward Luo Yingbai. “Huang Weihua” used this opportunity to retreat, avoiding the intense pressure, and coldly said: “You’re quite clever.”
Luo Yingbai smiled faintly, a red thread swinging from his sleeve and catching the skylight.
He leveraged himself up, kicked the wall to dodge the attack, and simultaneously threw a yellow charm that instantly neutralized the danger below.
“You thought you could escape my sight using that dead spirit’s cover? You’re underestimating me.”
He landed gracefully, retracting the red thread. “I played a game in this building and contracted with its most powerful evil spirit. Theoretically, I’ve staked my life, so the other party must fulfill my wish and cannot easily break the contract. What kind of unreliable evil spirit abandons my wish upon meeting a more powerful one?”
Luo Yingbai laughed, wiggling a finger. “So the thing I’m looking for isn’t him, it’s you.”
“Is that so?” The shock on “Huang Weihua’s” face quickly transformed into a cold smile. He was a corpse dissected and re-sewn, with stitches everywhere, making his smile far more terrifying than a blank expression. “Since you remember giving me your life, why not hand it over?”
