Chapter 556: Unlucky Sister

“Sorry, no outside food allowed inside the haunted house,” the staff member stopped Jiang Li.

There had been incidents before where careless visitors ate while walking through the haunted house and ended up choking, requiring the friendly ghosts to carry them out.

All their ghosts here were genuine, absolutely no fakes.

Jiang Li had no choice but to finish his candied hawthorns while giving the staff member a resentful look.

Right next to the haunted house was the first aid station, less than five meters away, with couples trembling in fear at the exit, supporting each other.

Wen Quan browsed online reviews on his phone: “This place is still considered a must-visit spot for couples, supposedly it can strengthen their relationship.”

“Though there are also failure cases, like when the guy abandons the girl and runs away directly, leading to a natural breakup.”

“Overall, the probability of promoting relationships and promoting breakups here is about the same.”

“…I think couples already feel excited before even entering the haunted house.” Wen Qing’er trembled, feeling somewhat afraid of the haunted house.

Jiang Li comforted her from the side: “Don’t be afraid, I have some connections with the boss of the Underworld, the ghosts should give me some face.”

Wen Qing’er looked at Jiang Li as if he were a ghost himself.

Jiang Li finally finished his candied hawthorns and entered the haunted house.

“Online sources say the haunted house itself is a strange place. From the outside, it doesn’t look very large, but once you enter, you discover it’s much bigger inside, with projects like haunted school, midnight hospital, and pasture mysteries.” Wen Qing’er was timid and continued investigating online information about the haunted house even after entering.

Jiang Li and Radiant Enlightenment Daoist didn’t find anything unusual: “Quite normal, because this haunted house is actually a secret realm. When we entered here, we were already inside the secret realm.”

“Also, I advise you not to use your phone for lighting.”

“Why?” Wen Qing’er didn’t dare turn off her phone; the weak light source from her phone gave her some courage.

“Because you might see what’s above your head clearly.”

Wen Qing’er felt her face itching slightly. Scratching it, she discovered a strand of hair hanging down, but this hair was dry and yellowish, definitely not her own.

Wen Qing’er instinctively looked up and saw a woman with an elongated neck, disheveled hair, right above Wen Qing’er, looking at the content on the phone screen together with her. A strand of hair hung down, touching Wen Qing’er’s face. The weak glow from the phone screen illuminated the female ghost’s face, creating distinct shadows that made it even more terrifying.

“Ah—”

Wen Qing’er got a huge fright and immediately hugged Jiang Li.

Jiang Li said helplessly: “Look clearly before hugging, are you really hugging me?”

Only then did Wen Qing’er realize she wasn’t hugging Jiang Li, but rather a pole made of several interconnected arms.

Wen Qing’er was so frightened she quickly ran away.

“Big sister ran into the haunted school area. The President said True Master Miserable is over there.” Wen Quan worried about his sister and had Jiang Li walk ahead.

Huff—huff—

Wen Qing’er ran until she was panting heavily, still frightened. Only when she escaped to an unfamiliar place did she realize she shouldn’t have run alone.

“Senior Jiang? Senior Jiang?”

Wen Qing’er called out softly, wanting to summon Jiang Li over but worried about attracting ghosts instead.

After calling several times with no effect, Wen Qing’er had no choice but to gather her courage and move forward, silently chanting “Senior Jiang protect me, Senior Jiang protect me…” as she walked.

“This seems to be a school.” Wen Qing’er didn’t dare turn on her phone anymore. In the darkness, she could vaguely distinguish classrooms, desks and chairs, blackboards… everything indicating this was a school, and she was in a corridor.

The corridor had excellent echo effects. Tap, tap, Wen Qing’er could hear the echo of her own footsteps.

After walking for a while, Wen Qing’er felt her legs weakening from walking in the dark and wanted to lean against the wall to rest.

Tap, tap…

Footsteps continued to sound, and they were getting closer.

Wen Qing’er felt her hair stand on end, not daring to look back.

She noticed a classroom ahead with lights on and quickly ran toward it.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Wen Qing’er felt like the whole world had become better. The teacher was lecturing, students were reciting texts—these sounds couldn’t be heard outside, only people inside the classroom could hear them.

“Classmate, you’ve entered the wrong classroom.” The language teacher stopped writing on the blackboard to remind Wen Qing’er.

“I’ll just stay here for a while, my companions will come get me soon.”

“Then take a seat.” The language teacher didn’t mind, and there happened to be an empty seat for Wen Qing’er to sit in.

The language teacher’s lesson seemed to have a magical quality that made people drowsy. Wen Qing’er felt sleepy, her head tilting forward, but she quickly realized this was inappropriate and straightened her posture, though she still felt sleepy.

In her drowsy state, she seemed to hear a security guard’s voice from the corridor.

“How strange, I clearly shut off the main power switch, why is there still a classroom with lights on?”

The security guard stretched his neck to look through the window and was so frightened he nearly lost his soul.

Forty-eight students and one teacher in the classroom had stiff postures, bluish faces, water weeds stuck in their hair, their bodies dripping wet, water dripping everywhere. Only Wen Qing’er stood out distinctively, half-asleep, completely mismatched with the overall environment.

The security guard suddenly remembered news from several months ago and shouted: “What are you doing? Get out quickly!”

“Several months ago, this class went on an outing. On the way back, the bus driver drove like he was possessed and drove directly into a reservoir. Only one person was rescued, everyone else died. You’re sitting in that survivor’s seat!”

Wen Qing’er was instantly jolted awake, and the scene she saw was completely different. There was no bright classroom, kind teacher, or cheerful students—only a dim classroom, a teacher with a mocking smile, and students with deathly pale faces.

Wen Qing’er wanted to leave but found herself nailed to her seat, unable to move.

The language teacher looked at Wen Qing’er: “Classmate, what’s wrong? Do you want to leave? That won’t do, you’re the only one missing now.”

Wen Qing’er was terrified and struggled fiercely. Her Qi Refinement First Stage cultivation finally proved useful, helping her break free from the restraint.

“Save me!” Wen Qing’er ran toward the security guard.

Only when she got close to the security guard did she clearly see his face—also with water weeds in his hair, completely drenched.

“Little girl, don’t be afraid, uncle is the bus driver, I’ll protect you.”

As he said this, the bus driver reached toward Wen Qing’er. Wen Qing’er quickly changed direction and ran into the restroom.

She wanted to calm herself down and turned on the faucet, but countless strands of hair flowed out instead.

She looked up at the mirror, and the reflection wasn’t her at all, but a woman with a slashed face.

Wen Qing’er ran into a toilet stall, crouched on the toilet seat, trembling.

She heard footsteps again, getting closer and closer, knocking on doors one by one.

“Anyone there?”

No response, next one, bang bang bang.

“Anyone there?”

No response, next one.

When it came to knocking on Wen Qing’er’s door, she covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

“Anyone there?”

The person stopped at Wen Qing’er’s door, and Wen Qing’er could see clearly through the door crack.

The person persistently knocked on the door, but Wen Qing’er never answered.

After who knows how long, the feet outside the door crack disappeared, the person finally left, and Wen Qing’er breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qing’er felt her neck was wet. Touching it, she thought it was the toilet leaking and instinctively looked up.

The person with the slashed face, quite ugly, had climbed over from the neighboring toilet stall. Half of her body was already over, drooling, the saliva dripping onto Wen Qing’er’s nape.

…

“This girl runs pretty fast.” Jiang Li walked unhurriedly into the school, arriving at the corridor.

Wen Quan felt the nickname he had for his sister on his phone was quite accurate—Unlucky Big Sister.

“Hope she’s okay.” Wen Quan clasped his hands together.