Chapter 24 Ghost Bride

The fatty felt uneasy after taking a few glances around. He decided it was best to find a rope as soon as possible and get out of here with Chu Jiu.

He just didn't know how the doctor was doing now.

"There's no rope." Chu Jiu returned after searching, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. "Let's use the curtains and hurry."

The fatty was tall, so he grabbed a stool. Chu Jiu was worried that the fatty would make too much noise, so she said she would take down the curtains while he kept an eye on the surroundings.

The fatty held his breath. Both of them turned off their lights, tacitly agreeing not to cause any more trouble.

After a rustling sound, the fatty heard a very light thud, followed by Chu Jiu's voice behind him. "Okay." Chu Jiu said in a low voice, "The rope is tied. Let's go quickly."

"Is it strong enough?" the fatty asked. He didn't want to fall from the building.

"Don't worry."

The only thing that comforted the fatty was that the chilly aura outside the door was still there and hadn't made any further movements.

A gust of wind blew by, and the fatty couldn't help but shiver. He repeatedly checked the rope to make sure it was strong enough, as it was a matter of life and death for both Chu Jiu and himself.

"You go first," the fatty whispered. "The rope might not hold if I go first."

"Hoo—" Chu Jiu exhaled a long breath. "You go first. Don't dawdle. I'll watch the rope for you up here."

"Alright then." The fatty didn't waste any time. Time was of the essence. He grabbed the rope and walked towards the balcony.

A flash of light passed by outside the window, like the high beams of a car, briefly casting the fatty's shadow on the wall. But in that short half-second, the fatty's heart sank.

He saw another shadow above his own.

And that shadow was hanging from the ceiling, its hands drooping lifelessly.

As a gust of wind blew by, the figure swayed slightly, making a "creak, creak" sound.

"Let's go," Chu Jiu, who was originally behind him, suddenly spoke from in front of the fatty. "I'll lower the rope first, send you down, and then I'll..."

Seemingly eager to carry out her plan, Chu Jiu, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, even took the fatty's hand and pulled him towards the balcony.

There was nothing wrong with that hand. It was small and soft.

The problem was Chu Jiu's attire. The fatty's hand touched a fabric that felt like thin纱 gauze.

He immediately realized that it was a wedding dress.

The real Chu Jiu had probably been killed by the ghost. The one in front of him was the ghost bride from the photo!

Crap…

Being led all the way to the balcony by the other party, the fatty became even more certain of his guess. He could vaguely see the surrounding environment, but he couldn't see Chu Jiu in front of him clearly.

She seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and what was even stranger was that it transitioned so naturally. No matter which angle he looked at her from, she seemed to be backlit.

Chu Jiu quickly tied the curtain rope and lowered the other end along the wall.

"Hurry," Chu Jiu said mysteriously in a low voice, glancing at the door as if to say, "I'm afraid that thing is coming in."

The fatty didn't dare to reveal that he had seen through her. He casually made excuses, trying to cooperate with this bride ghost.

At the same time, he knew what means this bride ghost wanted to use to kill him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when he climbed down the rope, she would cut the rope and let him fall to his death.

"Okay," the fatty replied. He took the opportunity to look at the balcony below and slowly came up with an idea.

The fatty placed both hands on the balcony railing, with part of his body suspended in the air.

"Keep an eye on what's behind you," he tried to distract the ghost bride while taking out the flashlight from his pocket, intending to shine it in her eyes when she wasn't prepared.

Sure enough, the fatty's pupils shrank suddenly. Standing in front of him was indeed the bride from the photo.

In the instant the bride ghost screamed, the door suddenly opened, and a dark shadow rushed in. It was a man in a suit.

It was the groom from the wedding photo!

No, it wasn't just the groom.

It was… Lu Huaxu!

Because he had never seen Lu Huaxu's face under the stockings before, the fatty didn't recognize him at first, but at this moment, the man was wearing the familiar stockings on his head.

Icy light shot out from the holes representing the eyes, as if he was unwilling to die and wanted everyone to stay and be buried with him.

The sudden burst of light not only hurt the bride ghost's eyes but also illuminated the room. Under the ceiling, a petite girl was hanging.

The girl's eyes were wide open, with unconcealed terror in her eyes. Her hands were claw-like, hanging straight down on either side of her body. She was obviously dead.

It was Chu Jiu.

The fatty didn't have time to grieve for her. A split second before the bride ghost's long nails grabbed him, the fatty showed amazing agility.

Using the rope that hadn't been tied tightly, he jumped directly to the next floor and grabbed the railing of the balcony on the floor below with both arms.

Then, he used the strength of his arms to flip directly into the room on the next floor and disappeared.

Hearing the footsteps upstairs immediately running out and preparing to intercept him on the next floor, the fatty symbolically ran a few steps outward, deliberately making his footsteps very loud.

But after realizing that the footsteps above had gone away, he immediately returned to the window, repeated the same trick, and then flipped down to the next floor.

Afterward, he gently opened the door a crack, and after finding that everything was normal outside, he quietly walked along one side of the corridor.

At this moment, there was a violent collision and roar above him. It seemed that the two ghosts were still tearing the place apart upstairs, looking for him everywhere.

This was actually Lu Huaxu's 怪谈 guaitán (weird tale, monster story). It seemed that everyone who died in the instance would fuse into a new 怪谈 guaitán (weird tale, monster story). This ability was too terrifying.

If they couldn't find a way to break the situation, then they would be exhausted to death by these 怪谈 guaitán (weird tale, monster story) sooner or later, and what was even stranger was that the ones chasing them were actually teammates who had fought side by side.

This kind of change in identity was even more unacceptable than the 怪谈 guaitán (weird tale, monster story) itself.

Thinking of this, the fatty couldn't help but quicken his pace. Chu Jiu was already dead, and he didn't want to be entangled by a new 怪谈 guaitán (weird tale, monster story).

According to the information Chu Jiu had described, the only people still alive were the doctor, Jiao Tailang, and himself.

Chu Jiu's description of that Wei Jinting was so messy that the fatty listened for a long time and still didn't know if he was a person or a ghost.

Recalling Chu Jiu's tragic state, the fatty suddenly felt a little sad.

She must have been standing on the chair to take down the curtains when the incident happened, and the bride ghost used the curtain rope to hang her from the ceiling.

And the strange creaking sound he had heard before was likely the sound of Chu Jiu struggling.

But at that time, his attention was all on the outside door, and he didn't pay attention.

Now it seemed that Lu Huaxu was standing outside the door just to prevent them from escaping, so he hadn't come in all along, and what made the fatty feel even more complicated was that if he hadn't cleverly pulled Chu Jiu in, perhaps… perhaps she wouldn't have died.