After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Head-up Rate (10)

cross that door

The world was spinning, her legs were weak, and she lay on the ground without even the courage to look back. She only heard sounds coming from all directions.

“If you love me, you must accept my true nature. Do you love me as a person or my skin? A heartless girl!”

Chu Yu vomited out the last mouthful of bile and thought in despair, skin is not important, but how can one not love human skin?

The house began to shake violently, and the flesh wall outside the door miraculously opened a passage. Among the folds of flesh, a statue of the Virgin loomed at the end.

The electric current traveled along the spinal cord to the brain, and Chu Yu suddenly remembered that this was the scene at the end of the steeple house.

She put her hands on the ground and crawled forward desperately. The woman’s shrill cries echoed through the sky. The floor, furniture, and windows all disappeared. The room turned into a secret room made of red muscles. The walls contracted and relaxed violently, like a beating heart.

The gaps between Chu Yu’s fingers were filled with flesh and blood. She dragged her heavy mud-like body forward, completely unaware that her legs had disappeared.

The darkness eroded her body, her weight gradually decreased, and she crawled faster and faster.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the door frame, a golden sign flickered in and out of the meat.

-Don’t step out of this door.

Her fingers were clasped on the door frame, the woman’s voice became weaker, and she cried: “Please, don’t go out, don’t leave me!”

Chu Yu stepped out of the door resolutely.

At the moment she stepped out, her fingers suddenly lost their shape, a shadow came over her, and she turned into a ball of shadow.

The surrounding flesh and blood were dividing and proliferating rapidly like cancer cells. The Virgin Mary was squeezed into the mass of flesh and her face was blurred, with only the teardrop still shining brightly.

She rushed towards the Madonna like crazy, but just when she was about to hit the portrait, she heard a voice from behind.

“Don’t be a rat in the dark, speak out when you have the ability!” The voice was clear and familiar.

Chu Yu was startled, and she turned around at a loss.

In the flesh and blood purgatory, she saw herself.

Chu Yu, who was covered in blood and had sound limbs, pointed from afar with a flashlight, while Li Heru stood beside him with a cold expression.

Her steps were getting closer, Chu Yu flinched, and when he wanted to raise his hand, he realized that he had turned into a black shadow.

Chu Yu, who was able-bodied, hugged Li Heru, and the two of them shined flashlights at the statue of the Virgin. She snorted coldly: “Pretend to be a ghost.”

The door not far away was open, and the horribly twisted mass of flesh inside the door couldn’t wait to squeeze out. In an instant, Chu Yu’s scalp exploded, and there was only one sentence left in her mind.

Don’t step through that door.

A black shadow flew past quickly, and Chu Yu could only see the door. She slammed against the door with all her strength, but the door didn’t move at all. She was thrown out and fell straight in front of the statue of the Virgin.

“What’s going on?” The two of them walked toward the door with flashlights on. Chu Yu picked up a lump of black mud on the ground. She held it in her hand and smiled: “It looks like a little yellow fried hair.”

Chu Yu was lying on the wall of flesh, gasping for breath, and letting out painful wails in her throat. It was like watching a locomotive coming toward her, and she saw her inevitable death.

“Don’t go out…don’t cross that door.” However, no matter how much she shouted, neither of them could hear her.

The Virgin’s Tears were still shining brightly. In despair, she finally remembered a detail that she had forgotten.

There is a folder in the computer called Don’t Step Through That Door, and various ways to die are recorded in the file.

Death is always beautifully rendered in literary and artistic works, called liberation, also known as detachment.

For her, death was the answer.

At the last moment of his life, Chu Yu lay on the ceiling and shed a tear.

The weirdo in the steeple house is herself. If she is trapped in the room, she will become the woman’s toy for indulgence. But stepping out of the forbidden door is like a pet dog entering the dog meat market, and her spiritual world collapses.

Even so, she wanted to do something.

She tried her best to rush towards herself and shouted: “Chu Yu!!”

The tears soaked into the Virgin’s Tears, and the Virgin’s Tears quietly fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Her footsteps were only one foot away from the door frame. Inside the door, the room opened wide, waiting for an upcoming feast.

The man looked back, and their eyes met at the intersection of time and space, but without leaving any trace. She shrugged, opened the door and walked in.

*

As the morning light came in, Chu Yu turned over irritably. She subconsciously touched her side, and her hand flew into the air and touched the familiar floor.

Suddenly, everything from last night flashed back into her mind, and the electric current climbed up along the spinal cord to the brain. Chu Yu sat up like a carp, only to find himself lying on the sofa.

The tattered scripts are stacked on the shelf, and the iPad with a worn leather cover is thrown away.

This was clearly the home where she had lived for several years.

Is this a dream or real?

Chu Yu clenched her clothes tightly, cold sweat dripping down her forehead. She frantically groped her body up and down, her delicate skin carrying the warmth of when she first woke up. She was still alive and had not turned into the black mud in the flesh and blood purgatory.

She took a few breaths in shock, and then she remembered that she was in the countryside dozens of kilometers away, and who was taking her home?

Suddenly there were footsteps at the door, Chu Yu’s ears trembled, her whole body seemed to be pinned, and her neck was extremely stiff.

The key was inserted into the door and turned around.

A woman shuffled in tiredly and placed a bag of things on a chair.

Chu Yu jumped up reflexively. She glanced at the fruit knife on the table, firmly holding it in her hand and facing the woman.

The man raised his face, revealing a familiar and tired face.

*

The sacrificial supplies at home were used up by Long Chao last time, so Li Heru went to replenish the supplies in the morning before Chu Yu woke up.

It was said that it was a compliment, but it was just because the owner of the funeral parlor was knowledgeable. As soon as he entered and revealed his true identity, the owner immediately paid tribute obediently.

The package was so heavy that she finally carried it back, but the little lunatic at home woke up.

Seeing Chu Yu’s lips trembling and his eyes holding up the knife with fear, Li Heru felt so sad.

God knows how panicked she was when she saw Chu Yu disappear in the spire house. However, no matter how panicked she was, the thunder outside the door would not stop. In times of crisis, she had to rush out to save people first.

In order to protect Wu Youfang and Long Chao, several thunderbolts hit her on the back, killing her on the spot.

“Where’s Chu Yu? Are you leaving?” Long Chao sat in the driver’s seat and was extremely anxious.

Wu Youfang held her granddaughter’s body in her arms, looked deeply at it again and again, and finally said with a sudden heart: “Hey driver, look at my granddaughter, I’ll go down with her to find Xiaoyu!”

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Li Heru’s lips, and her face looked extremely ugly.

The thunder has passed, the rain is pouring, and the black hair is wet and sticky to the body. Looking at the sky and the earth, apart from a few corpses that were smashed to pieces by the thunder, there is only a small spire house.

She walked towards the spire house step by step. The anger boiling around her turned the raindrops into whirlpools. Long Chao looked at her retreating back, hesitated for a moment, and turned off the car.

“Don’t wait for me, hurry up and help her find it!” Wu Youfang staggered behind, Long Chao turned around in three steps, fearing that she would fall. Seeing her say this, she simply took a step forward and ran straight towards the steeple house.

Everything in the steeple house remained as usual. Li Heru flicked his hands and forcefully opened the doors on both sides of the corridor.

She searched one room after another and found that all the rooms were empty. The floors were covered with dust, leaving a few brand-new footprints.

She followed the footprints to the door, and finally found a very thin line sprinkled with gray powder under the door frame.

Li Heru hesitated for a moment, then picked up some with his hands and brought it to the tip of his nose for a sniff.

Although she had just confirmed the answer, she was still shocked.

These are her ashes.

There was a faint musty smell, and it was unknown how long it had been buried in the corner.

Currently there are only two places where her ashes are, one at home and one in the aluminum box around Chu Yu’s neck.

These damp and musty ashes obviously didn’t belong anywhere.

This brought back some memories for her.

That hot, chaotic, seaside country filled with the fragrance of tropical fruits.

The source of evil, the beginning of all things, and the place where her ashes are hidden.

When she first followed Chu Yu, she lied.

She does not only have that little ashes, but it is the purest part of her ashes. That part of the ashes hides her innocence, longing, and infinite fantasy of love.

The ashes left in the Yin Temple are a collection of her sins.

That was the mistake she made when she first woke up to look for Chu Yu. She didn’t want her to see her in such a bad state.

However, she ignored that the passage of time added too many uncontrollable factors. Maybe that part of her had developed self-awareness, and maybe someone had released it.

Li Heru checked one by one and found that ashes were sprinkled at the door of every house. The line of ashes spread all the way to the door, forming a dead end.

No matter which door you go out from, you will eventually return to the original house. This is a circular secret room created using the resentment of ghosts. As for the person who created everything, Li Heru already has a candidate in mind.

At the same time, Long Chao, who was the first to go to the attic, made a new discovery. She dropped a person tied up along the patio.

The man’s nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was a lingering foul smell on his head.

Li Heru stared at the filthy air. She waved her sleeves and swept away the filthy air, revealing the man’s true appearance.

Ming Wanli’s eyes were closed tightly, his expression was painful, and his lips were muttering unconsciously. Li Heru leaned forward slightly and listened.

“No matter…where…you escape to, I…will…find you.”

The teeth crisscrossed up and down, making a squeaking sound that made people’s hair stand on end.

Li He shook Ming Wanli away like an electric shock. With this familiar tone and technique, the man had not changed at all. He still looked as disgusting as in his memory.

Li Heru pointed two fingers at the center of Ming Wanli’s eyebrows, and quickly chanted a series of exorcism spells in his mouth. Within a moment, the black air escaped along her eyebrows, and sharp and terrifying screams could not be heard.

Long Chao looked at the scene in front of her with fear. She frowned and said, “I’m afraid this thing is not easy to deal with. Where are we going to find Chu Yu?”

After Li Heru read the last word, she wiped the corners of her lips with a pale face. She turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged. She closed her eyes and said, “No need to look for it. Take this guy away and Chu Yu will come back by himself.”

I sat in the dark spire room for five days.

During this period, Li Heru did not eat at all. She listened intently to the movements in the house. Sometimes screams came from the walls, and sometimes there was a knock on the empty door frame.

Until that afternoon, the most violent quarrel in history broke out in the spire house, and the sound was so loud that the ashes were beating on the floor. Li Heru was twelve times more energetic and concentrated on waiting for an opportunity.

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