Chapter 6

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Translator: MysticRain

—— Chapter 6 ——

By the time Xiang Wenhao finally pushed open the stairwell door and entered the corridor, he felt like a hundred years had passed.

He arrived at the door of his apartment, reached into his pocket, and took out the key.

He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it, but it did not budge.

He frowned and examined the key in his hand under the dark yellow light in the corridor.

——There is no doubt, this is the key!

He inserted the key in the keyhole again.

It still did not budge.

Xiang Wenhao only felt a wave of anger in his heart. His internal organs were brewing storms on rivers and seas like boiling congee.

Several days of an unbroken succession of bad lucks almost crushed him, and now he had finally reached his breaking point.

He kicked the security door fiercely and then gave a few punches.

His bones were burning painfully, but the pent-up frustration in his heart was greatly reduced. For a moment, there was a sense of refreshment.

He caught his breath and intended to change to another angle and practice “boxing”.

But just as he turned around, he then saw a dark shadow of a ghost suddenly standing in front of him!

The shadow was no more than a centimeter away from the tip of his nose. It was ferocious-looking as if in the next second, it would immediately pounce over.

“Zhou Zimo!”

Xiang Wenhao let out a cry. He immediately retreated three steps, and his back pressed against the cold wall.

He then clearly saw what in front of him was a tall bonsai.

But there was no bonsai at the door of his apartment.

He was puzzled for a while, then suddenly he thought of something and turned his head to look at the wall.

——There, neatly written in red paint: Sixteen.

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Xiang Wenhao once again stood in the stairwell.

He somewhat does not know whether to laugh or cry.

——It turns out that when a person has bad luck, they will climb one floor less when walking up the stairs.

Each floor of the apartment building was four meters high, with a quarter-turn staircase that ran for ten steps to each quarter turn and twenty steps to each floor.

Xiang Wenhao walked up the ten steps and made a turn to continue climbed the remaining ten steps.

But suddenly, it was as if he was struck by lightning, he stood completely rigid in place.

——On the left side of the wall, there were five large words written in blood-red:

Give me back my life!

The whole wall was filled with these five words, forming a bloody mass, like a huge and hideous opening mouth.

It was as if at any moment, it would peel from the wall and turn into a stiff, dismembered corpse.

Xiang Wenhao’s temple throbbed.

He tried to shout, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was so hoarse that he could not utter a word.

He recalled Zhou Zimo’s face that had been cut beyond recognition with a knife and was then sewn together with thick black thread.

That face chuckled grimly and said:

“Hao～～what to do ah～～～”

“I can’t find my right eye～～～”

Xiang Wenhao’s throat squeezed out a string of hoarse moans. He hugged his head and ran like mad.

He rushed in the corridor, kicked and pounded as he opened the door of his apartment, then heavily slammed it shut and locked it.

He went into each room and one by one and turned on all of the lights.

Then closed the curtains and turned the TV up to full volume.

After that, he threw himself on the bed and covered himself with the blanket completely, only revealed two panic and frightened eyes.

After he had done all of that, Xiang Wenhao gasped for breath and stared motionlessly at the ceiling, as if wanted to create two holes.

His mind was already a mess. From within the sound of explosion came some of the fragmented scenes flew about, interwoven into a large, dazzling web, and seized his breath.

—— The End of Chapter 6 ——

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