"What the hell... I knew I wasn't wrong..."
In this supernatural world, there really were two ghosts!
The vengeful spirit transformed from He Yatian's resentment that appeared at the start of the story was never something humans could contend with. After learning about He Yatian's intense hatred for Song Qian, Chen Mo had already guessed at the phone's hint and a possible way to end the story.
That is, using a ghost to fight a ghost.
Actually, following the story's linear progression, summoning the second female ghost didn't seem too difficult. But now that he had actually brought the second vengeful spirit into existence, the overwhelming fear and pressure still sent a shiver through his entire body.
Whether he could make the two female ghosts tear each other apart, Chen Mo had no confidence at all. Still, he spun around and bolted up the stairs without hesitation.
The moment he took a step, the previously pitch-black stairwell transformed. The wall plaster peeled off like flakes of debris, instantly shifting into another scene.
Walls and floors were splattered with bloodstains everywhere. A thick, rancid smell assaulted his nostrils. The stairwell lights flickered on and off, casting a hellish scene all around!
At the same time, a torrential downpour began outside.
Crimson rain—blood-like rain!
The supernatural forces around them were intensifying, as if signaling that the story had reached its climax!
Behind him, the lights in the corridor kept blinking. If Chen Mo had turned around at that moment, he would have noticed that, with each flicker, the red-clad female ghost floating in the air had silently closed a significant distance.
Holding onto the resolve to never look back, Chen Mo sprinted up to the B5 floor where the newly appeared female ghost had been. But to his utter dismay, that ghost had now mysteriously vanished!
"Damn it, are you messing with me?!"
The red-clad evil spirit behind him was no pushover either. As the lights flickered again, a pale, ghastly face pressed right up to Chen Mo's!
It's over...
Just as Chen Mo was sinking into despair, he looked up by chance and couldn't help blurting out a curse.
So that's where you are!
The earlier vengeful spirit was actually crawling upside down on the ceiling, glaring at him with malice.
Hiss—!
Sensing the red-clad evil spirit's resentment, the female ghost hanging from the ceiling let out a chilling scream. Between the flickering lights, she extended her pale, sharp nails and slashed viciously down at the red-clad spirit!
The red-clad evil spirit, which had been floating, let out a piercing howl the moment it was struck by the ghost's claws, unleashing a massive wave of resentment.
Releasing surging hatred and malice, the two terrifying female ghosts roared and clawed at each other wildly right in front of Chen Mo!
The spider-like female ghost's sharp nails tore black wisps of energy from the red-clad spirit's body. In turn, as the red-clad spirit's black energy coiled around her, chunks of flesh fell from the spider ghost.
Faced with these two horrifying entities, Chen Mo could only press himself into the shadows, doing his best to erase his presence.
Though the two female ghosts kept shrieking fiercely, their forms gradually grew translucent.
Finally, both vengeful spirits let out a simultaneous, agonized roar, and the two irreconcilable enemies vanished into thin air together.
At the same time, a familiar chime sounded in Chen Mo's mind.
"As deep as love is, so wild is the hatred. This poignant story ends here today. Thank you to this newcomer for bringing us a thrilling narrative experience tonight, and let us look forward to the next exciting tale..."
"Main storyline completed. This story ends. This was a beginner experience script, no special rewards issued."
"Now beginning teleportation out of the supernatural world..."
With that voice, Chen Mo felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, an irresistible drowsiness washing over him.
He didn't know how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in that all-too-familiar taxi.
The sky was already bright. The torrential rain from last night had stopped at some point.
Rubbing his eyes, he saw that everything around him was intact. No rainy-night passenger, and naturally, no car accident.
There wasn't a single wound on his body either.
Could it be that everything last night was just a dream?
Just then, a voice rang out beside him. The familiar host, the familiar music, the familiar traffic radio station.
"Now broadcasting a breaking news update."
"At 7:30 this morning, a serious car accident occurred near Ziyu Jiangshan on Nanshan Road, resulting in the instant death of a middle-aged man and causing a massive traffic jam in the area. Nearby drivers are advised to take alternate routes."
"Police did not find the driver in the肇事 vehicle, and the possibility of a hit-and-run has not been ruled out."
"Surprisingly, during a subsequent search, police discovered a black suitcase containing a female corpse in the vehicle's trunk. Based on preliminary findings, the deceased woman is suspected of major involvement in the crime, possibly dying accidentally while attempting to dispose of the body."
"Additionally, at the accident scene, police found a phone belonging to the deceased. Strangely, the last call on that phone was made after the man's death."
"Although many questions remain about this incident, the police are confident that after further investigation, they will soon provide a clear answer to the public."
"Phew..."
Chen Mo let out a long breath and turned off the radio.
So, it wasn't a dream.
The "story" he had experienced last night, though containing elements of "reprocessing," was still intricately connected to reality.
The secrets hidden within this story might, at some point in the future, be unraveled by the police investigating the case, revealing the truth of the incident.
But that was no longer his concern.
Just then, a notification sound rang out. Chen Mo looked down, somewhat surprised at the WeChat alert on his phone.
It was a friend request, and the profile picture appeared to be of a rather attractive woman.
Of course, that wasn't what caught his attention. What puzzled him was the sender's WeChat name.
It was "Midnight Ghost Stories."
Chen Mo remembered that the host of that eerie radio show called himself by that very name. Could there be a connection between the two?
Was it a coincidence? Or intentional?