Chapter 32: “Don’t Kill Me, It Wasn’t Me Who Caused Your Death”

In that instant, Tang Xin’s whole body stiffened and felt cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Her face turned pale quickly, and her eyes widened in fear, not daring to blink.

At that moment, the hand behind her suddenly patted her shoulder again.

Once…

Twice…

By the third pat, Tang Xin finally couldn’t hold back and screamed loudly.

“Ah! There’s a ghost!” She cried out in shock, frantically trying to run to the bathroom to find Song Fengcheng, who was taking a shower.

But that hand behind her grabbed her clothes.

Tang Xin realized that no matter how hard she tried to run, she couldn’t move. She struggled desperately, her face filled with terror as she began to cry.

“Ah, don’t kill me, don’t kill me! It wasn’t me who harmed you, it’s not my fault! Brother Fengcheng, help me…”

As Tang Xin cried out in fear, she suddenly felt her neck entangled by strands of long black hair.

The cold sensation made her scalp tingle, and her face went pale.

Before she could scream, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from behind her, chilling her to the bone.

“Tang Xin, why don’t you turn around and take a look at me? I died so tragically…”

Tang Xin shivered all over, her back drenched in cold sweat, and every hair on her body stood on end.

At this moment, she was really scared out of her wits. Ignoring the “ghost” grabbing her, she used all her strength to break free.

It’s said that people can unleash incredible strength in desperate situations, and Tang Xin broke free from the “ghost’s hand.” Despite her trembling, weak legs, she ran desperately toward the bathroom.

But after just two steps, something tripped her feet.

With a loud thud, Tang Xin fell hard to the ground, scraping her knees and hands and bleeding. But she didn’t care about that; she scrambled to get up to find Song Fengcheng.

At that moment, Tang Xin fearfully glanced back.

In that instant, she saw a woman in a white dress stained with bright red blood standing behind her. Her long hair hung down, her face pale, and her eyes staring straight at Tang Xin with an eerie, terrifying gaze.

At the same time, the “female ghost” showed her a creepy, chilling smile. She slowly raised her hand and pointed at Tang Xin, her hoarse voice saying, “Tang Xin, return my life…”

At that moment, Tang Xin was truly frozen in fear. She stared wide-eyed, looking at the “ghost” in terror.

“Ah—”

Tang Xin scrambled to get up from the floor.

Finally, she reached the bathroom and frantically twisted the doorknob.

She shouted, “Brother Fengcheng, help me! There’s a ghost; she wants to kill me! Hurry!”

But no matter how hard she turned the doorknob, she couldn’t open the bathroom door.

Hearing the commotion, Song Fengcheng quickly turned off the shower. He put on a bathrobe and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Xinxin, what’s wrong? Don’t be scared! Can you open the door from the outside?”

Tang Xin cried in fear as she continued to twist the doorknob, but the result was the same.

“I can’t open it! Why can’t I open it? Help! Brother Fengcheng, please help me…”

Terrified, Tang Xin turned her head back and saw the “ghost” moving stiffly toward her, mumbling, “Return my life, return my life…”

Tang Xin could no longer stay there; she quickly ran toward the door of the room.

But when she reached the door and tried to turn the doorknob, it was just like the bathroom door—it wouldn’t open.

At that moment, the lights in the room began to flicker, turning on and off, creating an even eerier atmosphere.

When Tang Xin looked back, a terrifying face suddenly loomed close to her.

“Ah—”

Tang Xin screamed.

In the next moment, she fainted from fear.

At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and Song Fengcheng rushed out to find Tang Xin passed out on the floor.

He noticed that the door to the room had mysteriously opened, and a chilling air rushed in, sending shivers down his spine.

Song Fengcheng swallowed hard in fear, but seeing Tang Xin unconscious, he quickly ran over to carry her and shouted outside.

The production crew heard the noise and rushed over.

Inside the room, Yan Luo was holding her stomach, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

“Hahaha, sister, this is too funny! You should have seen that woman’s expression! It was priceless, hahaha!” Yan Luo laughed, collapsing onto the bed.

Yan Bing set aside the “tools” they had used.

These terrifying props were originally bought by Yan Luo to get back at Tang Zhishu, but unexpectedly, they ended up being used on Tang Xin.

Seeing her younger sister laughing so joyfully, the usually cold and indifferent Yan Bing had a gentle expression.

“Luo, it’s getting late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed; we have to wake up early tomorrow.”

Yan Luo wiped away the tears from her laughter and sat up, still grinning. “Understood, sister.”

In a cheerful mood, she hummed a tune as she walked into the bathroom in her nightgown.

The next day, as Tang Zhishu and Yan Kui came down to the hotel lobby, they saw the crew and Lin Xiaoxiao gathered, discussing something with an unusual atmosphere.

Curious, Tang Zhishu walked over.

Yan Kui followed behind, his gaze fixed on her, seemingly uninterested in everything around them.

When Tang Zhishu reached the group, she saw Tang Xin sitting on a chair, crying, surrounded by everyone.

It looked like she had been frightened; she was tightly clutching Song Fengcheng’s arm, her face pale, repeatedly murmuring, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! It wasn’t me who harmed you…”

Song Fengcheng looked at her with concern, reassuring her, “Xinxin, don’t be afraid. There are no ghosts here; everyone is here. I’ll protect you, so don’t worry.”

Hearing this, Tang Zhishu raised an eyebrow.

Ghosts?

From the looks of it, it seemed she had seen a ghost?

With her arms crossed, Tang Zhishu stood there, watching Tang Xin’s terrified expression with great interest.

Seeing her like this made Tang Zhishu feel somewhat satisfied.

She definitely didn’t believe Tang Xin had really seen a “ghost.” Either someone was pranking her, or she was scaring herself.

As Tang Zhishu watched Tang Xin’s distress with amusement, Tang Xin suddenly glanced over at her. Her bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Tang Zhishu as she hoarsely accused, “Tang Zhishu, it was you, wasn’t it? You definitely dressed up as a ghost to scare me last night. How could you be so cruel?”

Tang Zhishu: “……”

Seriously, why did everything get blamed on her?