Chapter 17 : Chapter 17
Chapter 17: The Female Lead Is Right Behind You—Why Are You Acting Crazy Toward Me?
The male protagonist was not someone who could be killed so easily. But Bai Yu would not give up. Whether she did it herself or used someone else to do the killing, it was worth trying. Since she could not kill him right now, she would let the madman downstairs do it instead.
Being the male protagonist did not mean he could never die. If he could not be killed, that only meant the method was wrong.
The chain wrapped around her slender arm as Bai Yu threw a punch that sent the man flying. The moment he slammed into the wall behind him, Bai Yu flashed to his front and stomped down, crushing one of his arms.
“What exactly are you?!” the man shrieked like a ghost, scrambling to his feet. But the moment he managed to stand up, that small fist wrapped in chains smashed toward him again, striking his chest solidly.
BANG!
A burst of black smoke exploded from the man’s body as he crashed against the wall once more.
Half-collapsed on the ground, the man had barely lifted his head when the chain-wrapped fist rapidly enlarged in his vision. Even his muddled brain suddenly became a little clearer. Desperately turning his head aside, the punch scraped past his face and slammed into the wall with a dull thud, leaving a small dent in the surface.
After becoming a ghost, the man had been tortured day and night. Every day he had to be “burned to death” once. After several years of this, his consciousness had long since become muddled. He could only act on instinct, attacking anyone who climbed the stairs toward the fifth floor.
But after receiving several punches from Bai Yu, he briefly regained a fragment of awareness.
“Go downstairs and kill the man you saw earlier. As for the girl in your room—do not touch her.”
With a clean kick, Bai Yu sent the man flying again and looked down into his eyes.
Facts proved that even ghosts could feel fear.
The man trembled violently and nodded frantically, hurriedly crawling toward the stairwell.
After he left, Bai Yu swung the chain wrapped around her arm, killing and devouring the hanging ghost before heading downstairs as well.
Meanwhile, Lu Liangting kicked the man in the raincoat flying and immediately ran for his life.
He had never expected that trouble would keep piling up. After being saved by that kind white-dressed female ghost on the fifth floor, he encountered another madman on the fourth floor.
Spiritual fire was burning throughout the fourth-floor corridor. The flames were growing larger and slowly spreading outward. Lu Liangting fled desperately toward the open room.
The fire there was the fiercest, yet he had to go there.
Only by obtaining the key and returning to the fifth floor to open Room 506—freeing the female corpse—could everything finally end.
“Have you seen my wife?” The raincoat man hurriedly climbed to his feet, no longer caring about his wife’s corpse lying on the ground, and staggered after him.
Lu Liangting gritted his teeth.
Just as he was less than ten meters away from the open room, a swollen hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grabbed his ankle.
Looking down, he saw a female ghost crawling on the ground. The hand gripping his ankle belonged to her.
The female ghost’s appearance was horrifying. Her facial features had been swollen by water until they were barely recognizable. Because of the rot, foul-smelling pus continuously oozed from the decayed parts of her face.
Her skin was not pale but dark yellow and black—a color formed by filth mixed with pus and blood.
Lu Liangting was ruthless. He pulled out a brick engraved with runes from behind his back and smashed it toward the ghost’s face.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
After three heavy blows, the female ghost finally released her grip.
At that moment, the raincoat man rushed over as well.
Lu Liangting’s eyes were nearly bloodshot with killing intent. He swung the brick straight into the raincoat man’s face.
After knocking him down, Lu Liangting finally rushed into the room.
But the moment he stepped through the doorway, before he could even relax, a pink pickaxe swung out from behind the door.
Lu Liangting did not even have time to shout before the sharp tip slammed violently into his head. He could clearly feel warm liquid sliding down his forehead. His head spun, and his body tilted to one side.
At that moment, he could not even feel pain—only dizziness and blurred vision. His sight spun as he collapsed to the floor.
By the dim red glow of the spiritual fire, he saw a girl standing there with both hands gripping the “weapon,” nervously biting her lower lip.
“Mi… Mingyue…”
“Lu Liangting??”
Only then did Zhao Mingyue realize who she had knocked down.
Before she could check on his condition, she reached the doorway and glimpsed something out of the corner of her eye.
A cheap black nightgown clung tightly to a man’s body. The dark stains covering it made it impossible to tell whether they were dried blood or something else.
A wave of stench hit her face, nauseating and foul. One could not help but imagine how terrifying the body beneath that nightgown must look.
Even worse, half of the man’s arm was shattered. From the wound, even his ribs could be seen.
“You are not allowed to go upstairs!”
The man blocked the doorway. Behind him, spiritual fire burned fiercely, as if he were standing in the middle of a blazing disaster.
The fire axe in his hand gleamed coldly. His gaze was filled with venomous hatred.
At this moment, Zhao Mingyue stood less than two meters away from him.
Behind her was the burning room, with no possible escape route. She had already confirmed this.
With the only exit blocked, she dragged Lu Liangting backward while frantically calling Bai Yu’s name in her heart.
“Bai Yu! Sister Bai! Please come save the day!”
Lu Liangting sat slumped on the ground, one hand pressed against his forehead, his palm soaked with blood. Yet he could not focus on that now and could only cooperate with Zhao Mingyue as they slowly retreated.
With nowhere left to retreat, Lu Liangting pulled something from his pocket and threw it toward the evil ghost at the doorway.
It was a black steel pen stained with blood.
As the pen flew through the air, another figure appeared, standing between Lu Liangting and the ghost.
“Zhang Lin, I’m counting on you,” Lu Liangting said weakly.
The boy called Zhang Lin looked very young—about seventeen or eighteen. He wore a basketball uniform.
Tall and strong, he charged forward and slammed into the evil ghost, forcing it to stumble backward several steps. But the ghost showed no fear at all. Raising the fire axe, it hacked down toward him.
Zhang Lin’s body instantly became much fainter.
“T-This ghost…” Zhao Mingyue blinked in surprise.
Just moments ago, Lu Liangting had summoned a ghost right in front of her!
But the problem was that this ghost clearly was not the opponent’s match.
Were there really such huge differences in strength between ghosts? Earlier, Bai Yu had driven this ghost away with a single blow.
“Use fire!” Zhao Mingyue’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Looking around quickly, she tore a piece of cloth from the sofa and rolled it into a ball. She ran forward, ignited it with the spiritual fire burning on the curtains, and hurled the blazing bundle toward the evil ghost.
Lu Liangting reacted quickly as well.
“Zhang Lin, get out of the way!”
The ghost boy instantly dove back into the steel pen on the ground, while the burning cloth struck the evil ghost.
Watching the ghost catch fire and howl in agony, Zhao Mingyue and Lu Liangting still did not dare relax.
They had no idea whether the ghost would burn to death first—or if they would be chopped to death by its axe before that happened.
While screaming in pain, the ghost raised its axe again.
At that critical moment—A red chain suddenly pierced through the ghost’s body from behind.
The ghost collapsed weakly, revealing the small figure standing behind it.
When Zhao Mingyue saw Bai Yu, she had not even had time to react before Lu Liangting—his forehead still streaming with blood—excitedly shouted first.
“It’s you!”
Struggling to his feet, Lu Liangting looked at Bai Yu with an extremely complicated gaze—both excited and heartbroken.
The girl before him must also be one of the victims of this building. She was still so young, at the most beautiful age of her life, yet she had died here.
And even after death, she still maintained such a kind heart. She had saved him twice already.
This girl must have been very kind when she was alive.
“Thank you for saving me. Can you tell me your name?”
Lu Liangting firmly believed Bai Yu was a kind ghost. He trusted his instincts.
“My name is Lu Liangting. Little sister, don’t be afraid. I will take you out of here. If you have any wishes, tell me—I will definitely help you fulfill them!”
Looking at Bai Yu’s pale skin beneath the white dress, and the black crack-like patterns covering her skin, Lu Liangting felt that she resembled a broken angel doll fallen into the mortal world—so fragile and pitiful.
That look in his eyes left Bai Yu completely speechless.
If she remembered correctly, she had only met Lu Liangting twice.
What kind of madness was this guy spouting, daring to speak to her like that?
And besides—the female protagonist was standing right behind him.
Why was he acting crazy toward her?