Chapter 100 Weird Stories, Welcome Home?

In the speeding taxi, Feng Yuhuai took a few deep breaths, handed the phone back to Yang Tuo, and then took a few more deep breaths, trying to stop his towering chest from rising and falling violently.

Yang Tuo sat on the seat next to him, his eyes glancing over from time to time.

It's a pity that Feng Yuhuai doesn't have a system, otherwise she would have seen the prompts appearing continuously above Yang Tuo's head - "Sex value +1, +1, +1, +1..."

However, at this moment, Feng Yuhuai was troubled by anger and had no intention of paying attention to these details, and Yang Tuo also had no intention of speaking because of some dirty thoughts in his heart.

The car was extremely quiet, except for the taxi radio, where a magnetic man's voice slowly told a strange and bizarre story:

[The man was like a hungry beast, rushing toward the woman next to him, full of primitive impulses. ]

[The woman shyly pushed the man away, slowly got out of the car, and walked toward home with light steps. The man followed her urgently like a shadow. ]

[The room was immersed in darkness, and suddenly the lights came on, reflecting the clothes scattered on the bed. The two bodies are entangled together, at this moment...]

[A change occurred without warning. A strange black hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed. The woman pushed the man towards the black hand in fear. ]

[The man was tightly grasped by black hands. He struggled desperately and called for help, but found that the woman did not look back. She had quickly jumped out of bed and escaped from the room. ]

[The man looked desperately at the woman's disappearing back. His body was gradually dragged into the shadow under the bed until it disappeared. ]

[The next day, the head of the patrol room found a twisted male corpse under the bed. ]

[The woman kneels next to the corpse, her cry is full of fear and grief, tears and sorrow intertwined into a desolate picture. ]

[Everyone knows that it is men who bravely stand up and protect women when terror strikes. ]

[Three months later, the residents of the community gradually forgot about the thrilling incident. The woman was asleep in bed and was suddenly awakened by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. ]

[She got up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, and saw a man standing under the showerhead, holding a brush tightly in his hand, scrubbing his body vigorously, but it seemed that the stains could never be washed away. ]

[The rotten skin and black corpse liquid dripped with the water, forming a disgusting picture. ]

[The man turned his head and his eyes fell on the woman tenderly. He said in a voice that was so soft that it was almost heartbreaking: "My dear, don't worry, I will clean it. You go to the bed and wait for me. This time, don't Leave me alone again..."]

It seems that the weird story has not been finished yet, the taxi has already arrived at the destination.

Feng Yuhuai turned to look at Yang Tuo and saw the hunger in the latter's eyes. She hid the irritability and disgust in her heart and said softly:

"Okay, I'm home. It's not easy to take a taxi here. Yang Tuo, please don't..."

Feng Yuhuai's words were hanging on the tip of his tongue, but suddenly he seemed to be pulled back by an invisible force.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the strong palpitations made her breathe quickly, as if her throat was being strangled.

The nightmare last night was like a solid stone, weighing heavily on my heart and lingering.

The uneasiness that has filled my chest since early morning today, and the ghost stories I heard on the way home... They seem to be unrelated to each other, but they seem to be secretly connected, weaving into an invisible network, foreshadowing something ominous. sign.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked out the car window. In front of her eyes was still the familiar street scene, full of chaotic smoke and smoke.

On both sides of the narrow alley, overflowing garbage bins piled up like mountains. The silhouettes of garbage pickers stretched in the dim light. A few thin wild dogs hid far away and bared their teeth fiercely.

Deep in the alley, the tin houses and the tube buildings are closely connected with a narrow distance. The clothes hanging to dry on the balcony are hung randomly, swaying gently in the wind, like a colorful but messy picture.

The ground is full of potholes and water-logged dirt can be seen everywhere, and the air is filled with a damp smell, carrying an indescribable gloominess.

Although she had seen these scenes for more than ten years and was as familiar as her own palm prints, tonight, they seemed to have a strange shadow, filling her heart with indescribable uneasiness.

"Yang Tuo, can you accompany me up?" Feng Yuhuai took back the words that were on the edge of his throat.

She herself couldn't explain why she made such a request, but her heart seemed to be driving her silently.

Yang Tuo barely hesitated for a moment, and an uncontrollable joy surged in his heart.

He got out of the car first like a gentleman, opened the car door for Feng Yuhuai carefully, walked in front of her, clearing obstacles on the ground for her as he walked, and kicked the garbage aside.

He walked in front, with Feng Yuhuai's soft whispering guidance in his ears. Her voice was like the spring breeze, making a warmth ripple in his heart.

He had a premonition that on this night, something wonderful that he had dreamed of might happen.

"Tonight, Yuhuai invites me upstairs when there is no one at home. Could it be that she was finally moved by my sincerity and is ready to open her heart to me?"

Yang Tuo's thoughts drifted to the story he heard in the car. Its wonderful beginning made his heart beat faster involuntarily, beating on his chest like a drum.

He swallowed nervously, his heart filled with anticipation and excitement, as if he was about to usher in an important turning point in his life.

As for the horrifying twist and ending in the story, Yang Tuo didn't take it to heart at all.

It’s just a ghost story. If there are ghosts in the world, no one would really believe it~

Yang Tuo obviously doesn't understand the truth, that is, the world is full of ghosts. Ghosts are just dead people, but people are living ghosts!

Somehow, Yang Tuo suddenly whispered to Feng Yuhuai: "Yuhuai, the ghost story in the car just now, if I were the male protagonist, I would willingly protect that girl, even if I sacrifice my life, I will never come back to haunt her again."

There was a deep commitment in his words, as if he was showing Feng Yuhuai his inner firmness and tenderness.

Feng Yuhuai felt that Yang Tuo's words made no sense and were simply baffling.

However, when she raised her eyes and noticed that the tube tower had become increasingly clear in her field of vision, an indescribable feeling of tension arose in her heart.

With every step closer, the uneasiness became stronger like a tide, as if the dark cave had turned into a monster, just like the black hand hidden under the bed in ghost stories, ready to extend its tentacles at any time.

There was a voice in her heart urging her to turn around and leave, but her pride was like an indestructible shield, preventing her from accepting that she was in danger that might not exist at all, and was so scared that she didn't even dare to return home.

"Besides, isn't there Yang Tuo? Didn't the man in the story protect the woman?"

Feng Yuhuai twisted her head slightly, her eyes fell softly on Yang Tuo, and a slightly pale but still touching smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Well, I believe in you."

After a pause, Feng Yuhuai added seriously: "If I were the heroine in the story, I would definitely not leave the hero and run away alone."

After that, Feng Yuhuai reported his floor and room number to Yang Tuo with great trust.

Yang Tuo nodded heavily. At this time, his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He took it out and took a look. It was a call from his mother, probably urging him to go home.

He didn't answer it, just put it back in his pocket, raised his head, and walked into the cave without waiting for a moment.

Feng Yuhuai followed step by step, and even she didn't notice that her steps were gradually slowing down, and the distance between her and Yang Tuo was getting wider and wider.

Yang Tuo turned his head and glanced at Feng Yuhuai, without thinking too much, just thinking it was the girl's shyness and reserve.

He walked upstairs quickly and thoughtfully. It was dark in the corridor. He didn't see the lock cylinder on the door was broken. He only felt that the door was ajar.

The door is unlocked? Is there someone at home? Is Feng Yuhuai’s good-for-nothing brother back?

His good deeds might have been ruined. Yang Tuo's eyes showed a trace of anger. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it out.

"Hey, what's that slimy thing?"

Yang Tuo suddenly felt a strange touch on his hands. He subconsciously raised his palms and rubbed them together. The sticky texture was chilling, as if... it seemed like the rotten human skin rubbed off by the men described in the story. generally.

A ridiculous smile filled his heart, almost laughing at his own imagination.

But at this moment, he raised his head, and was horrified to find that a large, dark and wet hand was shrouding the top of his head.

A terrifying and ugly face appeared behind the big hand, saying quietly to him: "Welcome home~"

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Ps: Remember this ghost story radio station~

When it's a holiday, I'm busier than usual. Hey.

In addition to visiting relatives, I also have to go to the hospital for gastroscopy for various meals. What a shame~

I will shed tears if I talk too much. Laoshu wishes everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance~