This was... Jiao Tailang realized, this wasn't Chu Jiu at all, but the golden retriever in Weng Qing's bedroom!

Just as he thought, there was another one to his right.

Hearing the movement, that one also came over, even more enthusiastic than the first.

Jiao Tailang slowly let go of the golden retriever, then stood up. Knowing that he was possibly in Sister Qing's bedroom, he became confident.

Then, following his memory, he slowly walked towards the nearby area, feeling the wall until he quickly found the night light.

He flicked the switch.

The orange night light really came on.

Looking at the familiar furnishings nearby, Jiao Tailang felt grounded.

But where was Sister Qing?

The bedroom door was closed, and the two golden retrievers obediently lay at Jiao Tailang's feet. One of them even ran to the corner and returned with a tennis ball in its mouth.

It stared at Jiao Tailang with expectant eyes, panting, seemingly wanting Jiao Tailang to play ball with it.

Jiao Tailang crouched down and stroked the golden retriever's head. "Where's your owner?" he asked softly.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

"Never mind." Jiao Tailang shook his head speechlessly. "It's useless to ask you. I'll look for her myself."

The golden retriever who wanted to play ball tilted its head, seemingly thinking for a moment, then ran off, fetching a photo from the small cabinet by the bed.

Jiao Tailang's eyes paused as he took the photo. It was a picture of a man and a woman together.

The woman was naturally Sister Qing, and the man was Li Maoshen!

"Sister Qing went to find Li Maoshen?"

A sense of unease instinctively arose in his heart. Jiao Tailang immediately stood up and opened the bedroom door. The living room was also empty, indicating that Sister Qing was indeed not there.

Li Maoshen was in room 503 of building 3. Sister Qing must have gone there.

Without delay, he immediately walked towards the door. Passing the kitchen, he conveniently grabbed a knife. He waved it a few times. Although it wasn't as handy as the broadsword, it would have to do.

Reaching the door, he gently applied force, and the door opened a small crack.

He peered through the crack to check for any movement outside.

The corridor was silent, and the doors opposite were all closed. It seemed there were no problems.

He slowly opened the door, the gap gradually widening. Just as he raised his leg, about to step out, he suddenly felt a chill for no reason.

It seemed... something was wrong.

He carefully examined the surrounding area, even looking back behind him, but there was nothing unusual. So what was it...?

When his gaze swept past the edge of the door, he suddenly stopped and slowly pulled back until he focused on one point.

A moment later, a wave of coldness washed over him, chilling him from his feet to the top of his head.

The front door of Sister Qing's house actually opened outwards.

But he clearly remembered that the last time he came, the door opened inwards.

He remembered it very well because Sister Qing had only opened the door a crack at that time, and Hao Shuai had slipped the money in through that crack.

No!

This was a trap!

If he went out this door, he would die!

He immediately took a quick step back, but just as he was about to close the door, an even more terrifying scene appeared before his eyes.

Two faces, twisted with狰狞, protruded from above the door frame, scaring Jiao Tailang back several steps.

One was Li Maoshen, and the other could only be identified as a woman.

But because it was too ghastly and covered by wet, long hair, he didn't recognize it at first.

But it should be Yu Youwei.

These two ghosts were lying on the ceiling of the corridor behind the door, waiting for him. He would be killed as soon as he went out. How sinister...

Steadying his mind, Jiao Tailang slowly calmed down. The two ghosts outside the door seemed to realize that they had been exposed, and after leaving behind a very unwilling aura, they slowly crawled away.

But Jiao Tailang knew that they definitely hadn't left. They were just guarding the door, waiting for him to come out.

Although it was temporarily safer inside the room, he couldn't stay trapped here forever. He didn't know what the situation was with Fatty, and Hao Shuai was in even more danger.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze and began to survey the room. Why... didn't those two ghosts dare to come into the room to kill him?

The door was already open. He had experienced many dungeons, and normally, he should already be dead.

Could it be... there was something in this room that they feared, so they didn't dare to come in?

It was Sister Qing!

An empty room definitely wouldn't scare those two ghosts. The only explanation was that Sister Qing was also in this room.

But the next question arose.

Why hadn't Sister Qing appeared?

Jiao Tailang recalled the gentle woman, and a touch of warmth appeared in his eyes.

He guessed if Sister Qing was being restricted by something like a rule, so she couldn't show herself.

He stood up and immediately went to Sister Qing's bedroom. This was the place where Sister Qing died last, so if Sister Qing was here, she would most likely be here.

The lingering obsession was the strongest here.

Just as he was looking around, the two golden retrievers came again, one of them carrying the initial photo in its mouth.

It was the photo of Sister Qing and Li Maoshen together.

Jiao Tailang took it in confusion. Li Maoshen still had that arrogant look, but Sister Qing... Jiao Tailang's expression changed slightly.

Sister Qing was different!

Sister Qing in the photo looked very anxious. There were faint bloodstains on her body, as if she was struggling to break through some kind of restriction.

And most importantly, her eyes were looking at him, showing concern.

Sister Qing could see him!

Jiao Tailang immediately understood. This was probably a 怪谈 (guaitan - strange tale, supernatural story) belonging to Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei. God knows how these two could even appear together.

He also vaguely felt that this Nightmare Assault was slowly collapsing. The atmosphere of despair that had dominated before seemed to be restrained by another force.

And the reason he hadn't died at the beginning was also because Sister Qing, or rather, that force had helped him.

But after all, this was a 怪谈 (guaitan) belonging to Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei, and their power was dominant, so Sister Qing was like this.

Instead of thinking about how to escape, another idea slowly emerged in Jiao Tailang's mind. What if... he could lure Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei into the room, preferably the bedroom?

What would happen?

Would he be fortunate enough to witness these two scumbags holding hands happily under Sister Qing's blade, repenting together?

Jiao Tailang's mouth grinned, and he suddenly felt that the world was full of sunshine.