My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale - Chapter 57

The hand moved slightly, and Yue Yiyao’s wrist was circled by Gu Nanqiu’s slightly larger hand, gently rubbing the soft flesh near her wrist.

It finally rested near her pulse, silently feeling Yue Yiyao’s heartbeat.

Fearing that speaking abruptly would arouse Wu Zhen’s suspicion, Yue Yiyao lay silently on the bed, waiting.

Waiting for a better time to communicate.

“Don’t you miss me?” After a long moment, Gu Nanqiu couldn’t help but ask: “I’m right here, why are you pretending not to see anything?”

“Are you still my hallucination?” At this point, Gu Nanqiu’s voice was strangely hoarse, as if suppressing ill-timed emotion: “Of course… how could She possibly come to this place.”

Gu Nanqiu’s body moved. She sat up, changed her position, and knelt over Yue Yiyao.

Her ink-black hair brushed Yue Yiyao’s cheek, bringing a slight tickle. The distance between them was minimal; in the dark room, their breaths mingled.

One drop…

Two drops…

Scalding tears dropped onto Yue Yiyao’s cheek. Tears that shouldn’t have temperature, yet why were they so hot? They even seared her heart.

A slightly calloused hand stroked Gu Nanqiu’s cheek, wiping away the overflowing tears.

Gu Nanqiu subconsciously rubbed against the hand on her face: “I’m sorry. I’m so lonely here… It’s been so long since anyone talked to me.”

“You are the empty shell She created that most resembles Yiyao. Can I hug you?” She smoothly covered Yue Yiyao’s opened mouth.

Tears soaked her clothes, and Gu Nanqiu quietly spoke of her longing for Yue Yiyao.

Yue Yiyao raised her hand, then lowered it, finally just staring silently at the ceiling.

Hmm, Gu Nanqiu mentioned in the previous sentence that she could only hover around this vicinity, suggesting Yue Yiyao should look for something restricting her movement.

No one talking to her for so long likely indicates a different time flow rate here.

Nanqiu’s mental state is okay, and she doesn’t seem thin, just a bit pale.

And the dark circles under her eyes.

Wu Zhen truly took poor care of Gu Nanqiu, despite professing love.

She wasn’t even acting thoroughly.

Yue Yiyao quickly reviewed everything she saw when she came up. Once Nanqiu falls asleep, she needs to check the room downstairs that Wu Zhen intentionally obscured.

Wu Zhen’s actions were too deliberate, so Yue Yiyao would naturally play the scene through with her.

But how to tell Gu Nanqiu?

She had no paper or pen, and given Gu Nanqiu’s current state, she was likely acting for Wu Zhen’s benefit.

But she had called out to Wu Zhen as “Yiyao” initially.

Gu Nanqiu must have her reasons for doing this.

Yue Yiyao blinked her eyes at Gu Nanqiu, hoping that in the pitch-black darkness, Gu Nanqiu could understand the question in her eyes.

Thinking this, Yue Yiyao almost burst into laughter herself.

Her idea was truly absurd and ridiculous.

She didn’t expect the telepathy between herself and Gu Nanqiu to be so advanced that a single look would convey what the other person intended.

“Why is it always daytime outside the window…”

“Why can I always hear something scratching the wall downstairs? It’s so noisy…”

Yue Yiyao raised her hand and gently traced a ‘1’ on Gu Nanqiu’s back.

She hoped Gu Nanqiu would understand that she was typing ‘1’, signifying ‘message received’.

The person in her arms trembled slightly, as if crying.

But Yue Yiyao, who was pressed close, knew Gu Nanqiu was stifling a laugh at her own expense.

That works too. At least it allowed Gu Nanqiu to relax a bit in this place, waiting for Yue Yiyao to gather the remaining clues, find a solution, and then…

Go home together.

After Gu Nanqiu’s breathing settled, Yue Yiyao covered her with the quilt and tiptoed to the door.

The door had no handle and was seamlessly embedded in the wall.

If she hadn’t seen Wu Zhen open it, Yue Yiyao would have thought it was decorative.

She tried placing her hand on it; her hand passed directly through the wall.

So that’s how it is.

It seemed she was currently in a spiritual body state in this area.

The wristwatch was still on her wrist. Yue Yiyao raised her hand and checked the value on the watch: 42.

That’s acceptable.

Yue Yiyao put away the watch. She walked through the door and headed downstairs.

Perhaps due to the spiritual body form, Yue Yiyao felt her steps were light and airy, a sensation she wasn’t used to.

If she ended up fighting something, would she pass right through it?

The surroundings were no longer the neat, tidy scene Yue Yiyao had first seen.

The walls were charred black, the stair railing was collapsed from being burned, and there were fragments of various objects.

The environment was terrible. No wonder Wu Zhen only allowed Gu Nanqiu to stay in that small, barely habitable room.

And with these conditions, she dared to wish to be with Gu Nanqiu. Truly.

Although, this wish might not have been hers.

After all, there was no direct evidence to prove it.

Besides, Wu Zhen didn’t look like someone consumed by romance.

Yue Yiyao simultaneously picked apart Wu Zhen’s faults while internally cursing the lunatic He Wu.

Ultimately, it was because of the two of them that Gu Nanqiu had those slight dark circles under her eyes.

Yue Yiyao reached the first floor and passed through the door Wu Zhen had repeatedly concealed.

This room was even more chaotic than the one upstairs.

A burnt, charred carpet, curtains half-consumed by fire, a scorched family portrait stuck to the wall with only two children remaining, and a large sofa facing away from her.

Under the sofa was a large amount of black substance, resembling bloodstains.

Unfortunately, everything in this room was monochrome, forming a stark contrast with the blazing sun outside the window, preventing Yue Yiyao from accurately analyzing the nature of the stains.

This room felt like accidentally stumbling into a black-and-white film from the last century.

Only the bright red strawberry on the shattered cake on the floor lay quietly on the carpet.

A miserable, hoarse, hatred-filled voice came from the sofa.

“Are you… here to save me? That unfilial daughter, she’s always thinking things she shouldn’t.”

“Come closer… come closer, and I’ll tell you her weakness. I’ll tell you how to kill her.”

“That useless person deserves to die as a god.”

“‘It’s a shame about my child, oh, He Wu… he was also killed by that cheap wench…'”

Listening to the continuous muttering, the voice grew angrier and angrier.

He was clearly recalling events from his life.

The voice gradually distorted.

Yue Yiyao stopped in front of the sofa. She looked at the charred corpse on the sofa, a kitchen knife firmly embedded in its abdomen.

This was what kept him fixed to the sofa, unable to get up or move.

The corpse’s dark face slowly trembled, as if struggling to see what the person in front of it looked like: “Help me pull this out. Only then can I completely kill that unfilial daughter. You need my help, don’t you?”

“As long as you pull this out, I will definitely help you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Yue Yiyao placed her hand on the knife. She pressed down, driving the knife deeper.

The corpse was stunned for a moment, then began to furiously insult Yue Yiyao.

“She was excellent. She was in the top ten of the entire school when she enrolled in C University.”

Yue Yiyao lowered her gaze to the corpse and said, word by word: “Wu Zhen is not useless.”

The corpse seemed surprised that the person in front of him, having been trapped by Wu Zhen, was still speaking up for her. His unpleasant, broken voice let out a piercing scream: “She’s trying to kill you!”

“Hahahaha! You’re still speaking well of her. You truly are.”

“An idiot. An idiot. Deservedly dead.”

“Then I’ll wait until you die and torture you then.”

“That’s between her and me. As for you, after marrying into the family, eating and drinking what belonged to the woman, and still trying to hand everything over, you deserved to die.” Yue Yiyao remained calm: “If you had died back then, Wu Zhen would likely be a CEO now.”

The knife flashed, and the round head rolled onto the ground, bounced twice, and landed next to the strawberry.

Yue Yiyao turned around and looked towards the curtain: “His mouth was dirty, so I dealt with him first. Now, it’s between you and me.”

The curtain moved without wind. Wu Zhen’s figure slowly, slowly emerged from behind it.

She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and comfortable.

“You must have planned how to run away earlier, right? What stopped you, making you turn back to kill him?”

Four years ago, a small fire—an electrical fire—occurred in this location.

Unfortunately, the wind was strong that day, and combined with other reasons, the fire quickly spread.

A massive fire destroyed the entire house.

The Wu Group suffered enormous losses, and Wu Zhen’s aunt eventually took over the company.

Yue Yiyao had initially wanted to find Wu Zhen’s aunt to understand the situation, but time was not on her side.

Yue Yiyao looked at the chair that flew to her side. She didn’t hesitate, sitting down on it: “Do you want to tell me about your emotional journey?”

Wu Zhen stood there, staring at Yue Yiyao: “I’m just curious, why don’t you pity him?”

“Why should I pity him?” Yue Yiyao countered: “I’ve never met him, and I don’t pity you either.”

“I have no relationship with you.”

“That’s strange.” Wu Zhen seemed to be encountering this kind of human for the first time, she murmured softly.

Yue Yiyao had once again escaped the death she had planned.

By all accounts, she should have been enveloped by the dead body on the sofa, allowing her (Wu Zhen) to peel off her skin.

She had used this method to change He Wu’s body several times, so why wasn’t it working on Yue Yiyao?

But if she couldn’t make Gu Nanqiu willingly fall in love with her, she wouldn’t be able to completely devour Gu Nanqiu’s power.

That pure power.

As long as she was able to chew off a piece, she could get closer to her ideal state.

This is truly frustrating.

These convoluted rules—once she became the Rule Master of this world, she would abolish them all.

Wu Zhen raised her hand, and the eyeballs behind her floated up, densely packed, all staring at Yue Yiyao.

Alright, it’s time to end things with this insignificant human.

She had other ways, even without this skin.

The scene was unsettling. Yue Yiyao felt her wrist watch begin to vibrate, indicating that something was descending.

“So you’re the damned Wish God.” Yue Yiyao had guessed it when she saw the strawberry on the floor, and she didn’t seem too surprised.

Instead, she finally understood why both she and He Wu had been targeting Gu Nanqiu.

Seeing the eyeballs rush towards her again, Yue Yiyao grabbed the chair and threw it at them. There was a sound of eyeballs shattering.

White lights flew outward one by one, like ropes that had been cut away.

Wu Zhen, who had been standing there calmly, heard the commotion behind her. She turned her head to look at the objects flying away: “How did you—?”

Her face instantly twisted: “How do you have this ability?!!!”