Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 23

Yu Sisi panicked as she stared at the wound on Ding Bai’s chest, hastily sprinkling her own hemostatic medicine over the injury.

Ding Bai’s sickly words left Ding Moyan stunned. She bit her lower lip before spitting out a few words: “Are you a pervert?”

“Or do you just have a masochism kink?”

Ding Bai’s next words got stuck in his throat: “…”

“Calm down, everyone, calm down!” Yu Sisi quickly pulled Ding Bai behind her, playing the peacemaker in this tense situation. “No fighting, please.”

Yu Sisi continued, “This time, it’s Ah Bai’s fault. We’re sorry. From now on, whatever you say, we’ll follow. The game is the priority, we can’t let this ruin our experience.”

She had a point. The gaming experience was important, even though stabbing Ding Bai had felt pretty satisfying.

After some consideration, Ding Moyan decided she couldn’t let an idiot ruin her mood. She raised her bow as a warning. “Don’t test my patience again. Next time, I will kill you.”

Her icy glare sent chills down everyone’s spines, freezing them in place, their breaths hitching.

But Ding Bai had never been one to fear threats. “Who’s afraid of who?”

“Boss, please don’t start trouble,” Yu Sisi lamented internally. She pressed down on Ding Bai’s head and forced a smile at the group. “Time’s running out. Let’s focus on the mission, no infighting. We can’t let others get ahead.”

Ding Moyan finally lowered her bow.

Relieved, Yu Sisi checked the game timer on her panel. “Let’s go. We’ve only got fifty minutes left.”

Ding Moyan shot one last glance at Ding Bai before heading off with Wang Ye to complete her personal mission.

“Bai Bai, whatever issues you have, settle them after the game,” Ye Ye patted Ding Bai’s shoulder and sighed. “I don’t want to lose just because of this.”

Ding Bai frowned but stayed silent, as if taking the words to heart, and followed Yu Sisi forward.

301 Ancient Mansion an abandoned European-style villa.

Ding Moyan’s gaze shifted from the address plate to the rusted, decaying iron gate.

With a rough kick, she forced it open, the corroded, worm-eaten metal bar snapping instantly.

Leading the way with Wang Ye, Ding Moyan pushed open the villa’s main door, stirring up a cloud of stale dust.

The long-unused hinges screeched horribly, making Yu Sisi’s heart leap into her throat.

“Why is your personal mission so scary?”

Yu Sisi stammered, the eerie wind and broken windows triggering her worst horror-movie memories.

She was on the verge of tears, regretting ever watching those films and worse, joining a Holographic Game infested with Ghosts.

Trembling, she clung to Ding Bai. Ye Ye wasn’t faring much better.

Though usually bold and fearless, Ye Ye had one weakness: ghosts.

She gripped both their clothes, hiding behind Ding Bai and Yu Sisi like she always did during horror movies, seeking fleeting comfort.

“What’s your mission?” Ding Moyan asked curiously.

Yu Sisi’s hands and feet were ice-cold as she timidly trailed behind, struggling to form words. “I-I just have to eliminate ten players from other teams.”

Ding Moyan gave a bitter smirk. Great. Not only is my weapon trash, but my randomly assigned mission is cursed too.

Wahh!

The sudden, mournful cawing of crows sent a shiver down the spines of those present, freezing them in their tracks as they turned to watch the birds swoop toward a grandfather clock.

Several pairs of eyes abruptly turned crimson, fixating on the intruders, while the blood-red clock hands and numerals heralded death and ill omens.

Ye Ye felt a chill crawl up her spine and couldn’t help shrinking her neck in fear.

“Ah!” Yu Sisi screamed, keeping her head bowed to avoid looking at the crows.

It was precisely because she kept her head down that Yu Sisi noticed a half-burnt piece of paper near the leg of a table.

Hesitantly, Yu Sisi tugged at Ding Bai’s sleeve: “This…”

“Hmm?” Ding Bai also lowered her gaze, picking up the yellowed paper with faded, barely legible writing.

After reading it, she handed it to Yu Sisi: “Seems like some kind of personal memoir.”

Yu Sisi skimmed through it and summarized briefly: “The owner of this house was a wealthy woman named Shen Changle. She had a deeply loving husband, a young, accomplished man who was a famous bank president at the time. Later, it mentions they had two children. The rest is hard to make out, but I think I see the words ‘hate’ and ‘death’.”

“A wealthy woman, a husband, deeply in love, two children, and the words ‘hate’ and ‘death.” Ding Moyan mused. “These clues might be key to solving this level.”

Wang Ye nodded in agreement: “Right.”

“Perhaps their love wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. That would explain the ‘hate’ later on, it’s the simplest and most common assumption.”

Ding Moyan scanned the room’s furnishings, continuing her speculation: “Since my task involves a female ghost, she might be the lady of this house, the wealthy woman, Shen Changle.”

Yu Sisi agreed: “That’s possible.”

“Hey, Ye Ye, any thoughts on this info?” Yu Sisi turned to ask the silent girl behind her, only to freeze in terror the moment she looked back. Her face paled as she trembled, pointing behind Ye Ye.

“B-behind you.”

Ye Ye turned her head, her pupils dilating in shock as the Long-Tongued Female Ghost lunged at her. Her legs turned to jelly, rooted to the spot in paralyzed fear.

The ghost was tall, draped in a white robe that concealed her feet as she floated midair. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her neck half-severed, eyes bloodshot, and her pallid face twisted as she leered at Ye Ye. A long, crimson tongue dangled to her chest, a horrifying sight.

Ding Moyan immediately hefted a broom, leaped onto a stone stool, and swung with all her might at the ghost’s face.

The blow sent the ghost reeling.

Ye Ye’s gaze was drawn to the elegant, porcelain curve of Ding Moyan’s jaw and slender neck. Her heart fluttered, and without thinking, she clung tightly to Ding Moyan’s thigh, her voice sugary sweet: “Sister Mo Yan, hold me.”

“Ye Ye is scared.”

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