A Male Lead couldn’t be killed that easily, but Bai Yu wasn’t giving up. Whether doing it herself or using someone else to do the deed, it was always worth a try. The current situation was that she couldn’t kill him herself, so she’d let the madman downstairs do it.
The identity of a Male Lead didn’t grant absolute immortality. If she couldn’t kill him, it just meant the method was wrong.
Chains wrapped around her slender arm, Bai Yu punched the man, sending him flying. Just as he crashed into the wall behind him, Bai Yu teleported in front of him. A single stomp crushed one of his arms.
“What the hell are you?!” the man howled, scrambling to his feet. But the moment he got up, that small, chain-wrapped fist hammered down again, landing squarely on his chest.
Boom!
A burst of black smoke exploded from the man’s body as he slammed into the wall once more.
Half-collapsed on the ground, the man had just looked up when the chain-wrapped fist rapidly filled his vision, startling even his groggy mind into relative clarity. He desperately jerked his head aside. The punch grazed his face and smashed into the wall. With a muffled thud, a small crater was blasted into the wall.
After becoming a ghost, the man had been tormented day and night, forced to “burn to death” once every day. After years of this, his consciousness had long been muddled, only acting on instinct—attacking anyone who went up to the Fifth Floor.
But after a few punches from Bai Yu, his confused consciousness briefly returned.
“Go downstairs. Kill that man who was just here. The girl in your room—don’t touch her.” With a clean, swift kick that sent the man flying, Bai Yu stared down at him.
It turned out ghosts could feel fear, too.
The man trembled violently, nodding frantically before scrambling wildly towards the stairway.
After the man left, Bai Yu lashed out with the chains wrapped around her arm, killing and Devouring the Hanging Ghost, before heading downstairs herself.
At the same time, Lu Liangting kicked the Raincoat Man flying and ran for his life.
He never imagined that trouble just kept coming. After being saved by that kindhearted white-dressed Female Ghost on the Fifth Floor, he’d run into another lunatic on the Fourth.
The Fourth Floor corridor was burning with Spirit Fire. The flames were growing fiercer, slowly spreading outward. Lu Liangting fled, racing towards the open room.
The fire was at its strongest there, but he had to go.
Only by getting the key, going up to the Fifth Floor, and opening Room 506 to release that female corpse from its torment, could all of this end.
“Have you seen my wife?” The Raincoat Man scrambled up from the ground, ignoring his wife’s corpse lying on the floor, and staggered after him.
Lu Liangting gritted his back teeth. Just as he was less than ten meters from the open room, a bloated, swollen hand reached out from the darkness, suddenly grabbing his ankle. Lu Liangting looked down to see a Female Ghost sprawled on the ground; the hand gripping his ankle was hers.
The Female Ghost’s face was horrifying. Her features were so swollen from water that they were nearly indistinguishable. Due to decay, foul-smelling pus oozed from the decomposing parts of her face.
Her skin wasn’t just pale, but a blackish-yellow—the color resulting from filth mixing with pus and blood.
Lu Liangting had a ruthless streak, too. He pulled out the rune-inscribed brick from behind his back and smashed it down on the Female Ghost’s face.
Bang, bang, bang! Three consecutive hits, and the Female Ghost finally released his ankle. But by then, the Raincoat Man had also caught up.
Lu Liangting was seeing red. He smashed the brick right into the Raincoat Man’s face.
After flooring the Raincoat Man, Lu Liangting finally burst into that room. But just as he entered, before he could even catch his breath, a pink pickaxe swung at him from behind the door.
Lu Liangting couldn’t even shout a curse. The sharp point of the pickaxe smashed heavily into his head. He clearly felt a warm liquid sliding down his forehead. His head spinning, his body tilted and fell.
In that instant, he couldn’t even feel pain—only dizziness and blurred, spinning vision. As he fell, he saw, by the dim red firelight of the Spirit Fire, a girl standing there clutching the “murder weapon” with both hands, biting her lower lip, her face full of tension.
“Ming… Mingyue…”
“Lu Liangting??” Zhao Mingyue finally saw clearly who she had just floored.
Before she could go check on Lu Liangting’s condition, as she reached the doorway, she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
A cheap, black nightgown clinging tightly to a body. The patchy, dark stains made it impossible to tell if they were dried blood or something else entirely.
Waves of unbearable stench hit her, nauseating. She couldn’t help but wonder just how horrifying the body beneath that black nightgown truly was.
What was more terrifying was that half of the man’s arm was shattered. Through the wound, she could even glimpse his ribs.
“No going upstairs!” The man blocked the doorway, the burning Spirit Fire behind him making it look like the scene of a fire disaster.
The fire axe in his hand gleamed with cold light. The man’s eyes were filled with venomous hatred.
At this moment, Zhao Mingyue was no more than two meters away from him.
The room behind her was the site of a fire disaster. No escape route existed—she had already confirmed this.
The only exit was blocked. As she dragged Lu Liangting away, her mind screamed Bai Yu’s name frantically.
“Bai Yu, Sister Bai, I need a rescue!”
Lu Liangting was slumped on the ground, one hand pressed to his forehead, his palm covered in fresh blood. Ignoring the pain, he could only shuffle backward with Zhao Mingyue.
Cornered, Lu Liangting pulled something from his pocket and threw it at the Evil Ghost blocking the door.
It was a black, blood-stained pen. The pen flew through the air, and another figure appeared, landing right between Lu Liangting and the Evil Ghost.
“Zhang Lin, I’m counting on you.” Lu Liangting’s voice was weak.
The one called Zhang Lin wasn’t very old—a teenager of seventeen or eighteen, still a boy, wearing a basketball uniform.
He was tall and strong. With a full-force tackle, he sent the Evil Ghost stumbling backward. However, the Evil Ghost had no fear of him whatsoever, raising the fire axe and bringing it down. Zhang Lin’s form instantly became much fainter.
“Th-That ghost…” Zhao Mingyue blinked.
Just now, Lu Liangting had summoned a Wraith right before her eyes!
But the problem was, this ghost apparently was no match for that Evil Ghost.
So there was actually such a big power difference between ghosts? Yet Bai Yu had routed this Evil Ghost with a single move earlier.
“Use fire!” Zhao Mingyue’s eyes lit up. Looking around, she tore the fabric off the sofa, balled it up, and proactively lit it using the Spirit Fire burning on the curtains. While it burned, she hurled it fiercely at the Evil Ghost at the door.
Lu Liangting reacted quickly too. “Zhang Lin, dodge!”
The teen ghost instantly darted back into the pen on the floor, while the burning cloth was thrown onto the Evil Ghost.
Watching the Evil Ghost ignite, screaming in agony, neither Zhao Mingyue nor Lu Liangting dared to relax, uncertain whether the ghost would burn to death first or if they would be hacked to death by it.
The Evil Ghost, still howling in pain, raised its axe. But in that split-second, life-or-death moment, a red chain pierced through the Evil Ghost’s body from behind.
The Evil Ghost collapsed powerlessly, revealing the petite figure behind it.
Seeing Bai Yu, before Zhao Mingyue could even get excited, Lu Liangting, with blood streaming down his forehead, was the first to react. “It’s you!”
Struggling to his feet, Lu Liangting looked at Bai Yu with an extremely complex expression—both moved and heartbroken.
This young lady before him must also be a victim of this building. She was so young, at the prime of her life, yet she had died like this.
And even in death here, she still maintained a kind heart, having saved him twice now, before and after!
This girl must have been truly kind in life.
“Thank you for saving me. Can you tell me your name?”
Lu Liangting firmly believed Bai Yu was a kind ghost. He trusted his intuition.
“My name is Lu Liangting. Don’t be afraid, little sister. I’ll get you out of here. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me. I’ll definitely help you achieve them!”
Looking at the bloodless skin beneath Bai Yu’s white dress, and the dark markings like cracks across her skin, Lu Liangting felt she was like a broken angel doll fallen to the mortal world—so delicate, so pitiable.
His gaze utterly baffled Bai Yu.
If she remembered correctly, she had only met Lu Liangting twice, right?
What was this person going crazy about, daring to speak to her like that?
And also, the Female Lead is right behind you. Why are you acting crazy at me?
