Go Home Often
Translator: CinderTL
Huai Yi chose not to call Jiang Cheng but instead sent him a text message, informing him of Zhang Zhaowei's specific address.
Not long after, he received a reply from Jiang Cheng: "For infertility, where to go? Shandong Technical School, Lanxiang is the way to go."
This was the code phrase Jiang Cheng and Huai Yi had agreed upon. Clutching his phone, Huai Yi pondered for a moment, convinced that a ghost couldn't possibly come up with such a cheeky response.
It was undoubtedly Jiang Cheng on the other end.
Having achieved his goal, Huai Yi prepared to leave.
But just as he turned around, the scene before him made his heart skip a beat.
The door to the morgue had somehow closed.
And Wang Changguo was nowhere to be seen.
When had this happened? Huai Yi's senses were sharp, yet he hadn't noticed anything amiss.
In an instant, Huai Yi turned off his phone, crouched low, and hid in the darkness.
Something must have gone wrong. Otherwise, someone as timid as Wang Changguo would never dare to do such a thing.
Huai Yi's mind raced, quickly formulating several plausible explanations for the current situation.
First, and most likely, Wang Changguo was already dead, silently killed by the ghost through some unknown means.
Second, Wang Changguo had discovered something and slipped away on his own, closing the morgue door behind him.
Huai Yi had once explained the rules of the Nightmare World: ghosts rarely kill multiple people in a short span of time. Wang Changguo might have remembered this.
He could have left Huai Yi here to be killed by the ghost while he seized the opportunity to escape.
That bastard… Huai Yi had no doubt that Wang Changguo was capable of such a thing.
Because if it were him, he would do the same.
But regardless of which scenario was true, one thing was certain.
The ghost was inside the morgue.
Right beside him! Huai Yi held his breath, every cell in his body on high alert. The surrounding darkness felt like a black quagmire.
Even his gaze seemed to be swallowed by it.
In less than half a minute, Huai Yi's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. This was different from facing Jiang Cheng, who merely sought to achieve his goals through cunning.
The ghost he was facing now was different—it simply wanted to kill him.
Covering his phone screen with his hand to prevent any light from leaking out, Huai Yi quickly pulled up a number from his contacts and dialed.
It was Wang Changguo's number.
That's right, he was waiting for Wang Changguo's phone to ring, using it to attract the ghost's attention while he looked for a chance to escape.
If Wang Changguo wasn't dead, he was probably hiding somewhere, just like Huai Yi, hoping to evade the ghost's pursuit.
He just hoped Wang Changguo hadn't turned off his phone. If he had, things would get complicated, Huai Yi thought with a frown.
A few seconds later—
"Go home often, go home often, even if it's just to help Mom wash the dishes."
"Parents don't expect their children to make great contributions to the family."
"A lifetime is hard, all they want is to be together."
"Go home often, go home often."
"Even if it's just to give Dad a back rub or a shoulder massage."
The classic song "Go Home Often" echoed through the morgue, instantly filling the air with a festive atmosphere, making it hard not to tap along to the rhythm.
Huai Yi hadn't expected anyone to still use such a song as a ringtone.
But what he hadn't anticipated—and what filled him with dread—was the direction the song was coming from.
Not from outside the morgue, nor from the darkness in front of him.
But from behind!
Huai Yi almost instantly jumped up, then turned around mid-air, landing with his face toward the direction he had just come from.
At the same time, he no longer cared about whether he would be exposed. He turned on his phone's flashlight, shining it directly at the rows of mortuary cabinets behind him.
His breathing had already become erratic, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The phone ringtone was actually coming from the mortuary cabinet behind him.
How was this possible?
How could Wang Changguo's phone be locked inside a mortuary cabinet? Normally, given his personality, he would never have gone near the mortuary cabinets, but now, this festive ringtone was like a death knell, pounding so loudly that his heart felt like it was about to split open.
What was even more abnormal was that he had already hung up the call, yet the ringtone played for a while longer before finally stopping.
He had already pinpointed the mortuary cabinet from which the ringtone was coming.
Left side, third row, second from the end.
A rather secluded spot.
If it weren't for this incident, he might never have noticed it.
God knows how much courage it took for him to make up his mind to pull open this mortuary cabinet. In such an environment, there was no time for him to think.
He once again borrowed the Power of the Door.
Fortunately, this time, there was a response.
Dense scales covered his upper body, his arms, and even his vulnerable neck. His appearance was now terrifying.
His upper body had swollen up, and even more terrifying was the strength he now possessed.
He could easily tear apart a Komodo dragon.
The mortuary cabinet slid open like a giant drawer, revealing a body covered with a white cloth.
The feet were facing outward, the head inward.
Huai Yi, breathing heavily, slowly pulled back the white cloth. When he saw the phone tightly clutched in the deceased's hand, his pupils trembled.
Yes, it was Wang Changguo.
He was dead.
As the last part of the white cloth was pulled away, the sight before him made Huai Yi take several steps back. Wang Changguo's head... was gone.
The muscles at the broken neck were twisted, and large chunks of flesh had been torn away. It looked as if something had savagely bitten and ripped it off.
But this wasn't a zoo. How could there be a large predator here?
It was a Ghost.
It could only have been a Ghost! After the initial fear, a hint of doubt appeared in Huai Yi's eyes as he stared at Wang Changguo's corpse. Something felt off.
Soon, he realized what it was.
Logically, Wang Changguo had just been killed. He couldn't have been dead for more than 10 minutes, so his body and blood should still be warm.
But when he touched it, Wang Changguo's body was ice-cold.
He hadn't just died!
Wang Changguo had been dead for some time!
He must have been killed by the Ghost when Jiang Cheng and the others left him alone! The Wang Changguo who had been with them all this time... was a fake! No wonder they hadn't encountered the Ghost for so long. The Ghost had already infiltrated their group.
Damn it... The next second, the dancing melody tore through the silence that had belonged here. Huai Yi watched in horror as the headless corpse's hand once again held the phone, which began to ring.
On the screen... was his own number.
(End of the Chapter)
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