Chapter 15: Disaster Strikes (2)

Standing on the fourth floor…

Fu Lang felt a bit panicked.

It wasn’t too high, really—either he’d die from the fall or be crippled.

He was nearly in tears. Not too high, my ass! It was high enough, and the ground below was concrete!

If he was unlucky and landed headfirst on a rock, his brains would be splattered!

And he was sure he’d be unlucky!

Seriously, if he were lucky, would he be in this mess?!

The female ghost let out a creepy laugh, the sound ethereal yet seemingly right next to his ear.

Fu Lang’s legs went weak, and he couldn’t even climb the window.

Watching as the ghost floated closer, Fu Lang suddenly remembered Su Bao’s strange words from earlier.

Wait…

Didn’t that little mystic say he was in for a disaster and then pressed a drop of blood on his jade pendant, claiming it would protect him?

Fu Lang’s legs were too weak to stand, let alone jump out the window!

Desperate, he decided to give it a shot, frantically tugging at the red string around his neck…

The jade pendant!

Yes, whether it worked or not, he’d take it out first!

If it saved his life tonight…

He’d never call that junior a fraud again; he’d worship her like an ancestor!

Fu Lang yanked the red string, and the jade pendant fell from his shirt.

Immediately, the thick bloody mist dissipated a bit.

The grotesque ghost seemed startled, instinctively retreating a few steps.

Fu Lang noticed this keenly.

Damn?!

Could it really be afraid?!

Could it actually work?!

Clutching the jade pendant tightly, he extended his arm, pointing it at the ghost.

The ghost appeared terrified, hastily retreating, as if afraid of some dire consequence if it didn’t move back quickly enough!

“Oh wow, you’re actually scared?”

When danger loomed, Fu Lang was as scared as anyone, but once the threat was gone, he became cocky.

His face regained color, and his legs stopped trembling.

Feeling the wall for support, he stood up.

With newfound confidence, he held the jade pendant and stepped towards the ghost.

The ghost’s eyes were fixed on the pendant…

No, more precisely.

On the center of the pendant, where a small, dried drop of blood lay.

With each step Fu Lang took forward, the ghost retreated in fear.

Red mist swirled around her, as if unwilling to let go.

“You wait! You won’t live! I won’t let you go!”

Her voice was like a broken bellows, as if her throat had been slit, making a horrible, raspy sound.

After her scream, a strong wind blew through the restroom.

Then, Fu Lang noticed the dim lights suddenly brightened.

Looking closely, there was no trace of the red mist in the restroom, nothing at all!

It was as if nothing had happened.

Still shaken, Fu Lang swallowed hard and ran out.

Afraid that if he lingered even a moment, the ghost would catch him.

“Damn! Mo Yan, I just saw a ghost!”

After sitting down, Fu Lang picked up his chopsticks, his hands still trembling.