The Beauty with Terrible Luck Falls in Love with a Ghost - Chapter 38

To be reasonable, in the past, Zuo Lihua would never have done something so reckless when faced with imminent danger. But times had changed. Ever since meeting Han Hai’er, she had lived in constant fear day after day. Over time, she no longer cared about worldly etiquette. In some “risky” situations, it even became a way to relieve stress.

Like now.

A cold sensation roamed wantonly across her skin. Zuo Lihua’s complexion flushed a faint pink, her eyes glistening like mist gathering over a clear lake. Her hands clung to Han Hai’er’s neck, and at the brink of consciousness, driven by instinct, she struggled fiercely, her fingers tightening abruptly, digging harshly into the other’s throat.

Han Hai’er tilted her head back slightly, exhilarated by the simulation of death. As a ghost, she admitted she enjoyed watching vibrant life struggle desperately before her eyes, only to find it futile.

The rich, life-filled nectar flowed continuously, replenishing her parched and icy soul. Both physically and psychologically satisfied, her azure eyes narrowed slightly, her chest trembling faintly, as if she were breathing.

A moment later, she released her grip. Zuo Lihua collapsed onto the soft rug like a limp rag, her head resting on Han Hai’er’s lap, her mouth slightly agape as she panted softly.

Han Hai’er brushed her fingertips over the finger marks on her neck. A few droplets of moisture clung to them, making the shocking handprints appear decadent. If Han Hai’er were still alive, she might very well have been strangled to death.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” Han Hai’er said, her lips curling into a faint smile. As she spoke, the finger marks faded rapidly, leaving only the moisture on her porcelain-like skin, shimmering under the candlelight.

Zuo Lihua, utterly spent, didn’t even want to lift a finger. She remained silent, lazily casting a glance that was as seductive as a hook.

Her expression was a mix of unspoken words, dazed innocence, lingering passion, and a hint of unresolved resentment that she hadn’t quite managed to conceal.

Han Hai’er raised an eyebrow, her eyes darkening once again.

There was no denying that Zuo Lihua possessed an exceptionally alluring appearance. Her delicate eyes, usually clear and innocent, now looked like smudged rouge, exuding an unspoken sensuality. Her full, petal-like lips parted slightly, making her resemble an overripe cherry, captivating at a glance, drawing one in deeply, tempting them to crave more.

Ghosts were synonymous with indulgence. Without a moment’s hesitation, Han Hai’er lowered her head and bit.

Zuo Lihua often complained about backaches and sore hips, grumbling…

Han Hai’er prided herself on not being a lustful ghost. She firmly believed that Zuo Lihua bore half the responsibility for her actions.

After all, she wasn’t attracted to just anyone. It was simply that Zuo Lihua was too enticing.

Han Hai’er pinched the flesh beneath her fingers. The porcelain-white skin was covered in red marks. Zuo Lihua winced in pain, her deep crimson eyes glaring at her, which earned her chin a not-too-gentle bite mark.

Zuo Lihua bent her soft legs, attempting to kick the ghost, but was restrained and pressed down.

“Wah~” she let out a sob, shivering as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

“Zuo Lihua… Lihua… Live on!”

Zuo Lihua shrank her neck, her mind a muddled mess. She only found this ghost annoyingly persistent, like a fly, not only biting but also muttering and ruining the mood.

…

Her consciousness only truly cleared after she had passed out and awakened again.

Zuo Lihua glanced around, her eyes meeting nothing but emptiness. Four pale candles, nearly burnt out, flickered at the corners around her, forming a rectangle that enclosed her within. Wax dripped messily from them, chaotic and menacing.

Her gaze swept the room once more, no ghosts, not even a stray cat hair. Yet the empty corners felt strangely unsettling, as if something was missing.

But she quickly dismissed the thought. Everything here was bizarre anyway; she might as well get used to it.

“Han Hai’er? …Meow?”

Zuo Lihua sat up, and as she moved, a dull ache spread across her lower abdomen, accompanied by a bloated sensation. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was far from comfortable.

Her face darkened as she muttered under her breath, “Perverted ghost, damn cat!”

After cursing, she sat for a while longer, but Han Hai’er still didn’t appear. Slowly, she rose to her feet, deciding to venture out and explore.

She remembered how, before being dragged here, her dorm had been invaded. She wondered if those people were still alive.

She had been carried in by lesser ghosts, almost like a sacrificial offering, and handed over to Han Hai’er for… whatever he wanted. Once he was done, he discarded her without a second thought. Now, aching all over, she had to fend for herself.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, mentally repeating “Han Hai’er is a scumbag” a thousand times over.

The door was slightly ajar, swinging open with a gentle push. The scene outside made her freeze mid-step, her half-extended foot retreating.

Directly opposite the door was a winding staircase, stained with dark red blood that trailed down like a mop dragged across the steps. At the bottom, right where Zuo Lihua stood, lay a familiar ghost’s head, pitiful and broken, likely having tumbled down the stairs. It was the long-tongued hanged ghost, but now its tongue was severed, discarded like a broken pipe a few steps above. Its body was nowhere to be seen, leaving a gruesome sight.

Maybe… she should just go back inside?

Zuo Lihua hesitated. She considered herself someone who valued her life dearly and had no room for unnecessary curiosity.

But was the room really any safer?

She glanced back. The flickering candles stood out starkly in the dark room, wavering as if about to extinguish.

That strange feeling washed over her again.

“Lihua! Why are you still here? Everyone else has evacuated safely. Hurry up!”

Zuo Lihua snapped her head around. An He appeared at the staircase landing, frantically waving at her. Her hair was disheveled, her expression urgent. Half of her body was hidden behind the wall, and her unseen arm seemed to be gripping the railing tightly, her toes pointed outward as if ready to spring into action.

“What are you staring at? Come on!” An He grew impatient, as if about to rush over and pull her along.

“Coming,” Zuo Lihua replied softly, sparing a glance at the head of the tongueless ghost before stepping over it and casually closing the door behind her.

“Hurry! There’s no time!”

Zuo Lihua moved closer, step by step.

Four steps, three steps, two steps.

She stopped. “There’s time.”

As she spoke, she took half a step back, evading An He’s outstretched hand. Beneath her messy bangs, An He’s expression vanished abruptly.

The part of her body hidden behind the corner wall was now fully exposed.

Something viciously bit into the right side of her body, tearing away everything above her waist along with her arm. Only shredded organs and flesh, marked with tooth imprints, remained tangled with blood-soaked fabric and cotton padding. Exposed bones swayed starkly white, and Zuo Lihua even recognized her own half-devoured heart amidst the carnage.

Zuo Lihua spun around and fled!