What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 1 Nightmare Arrives
"Hey, I heard Zhang Jun's son is dying, is that true?"

"That's right, but don't tell anyone. I heard, I heard, that the daughter-in-law ran off with someone else, and Zhang Jun's son was so angry he had a stroke..."

The old neighborhood looks dilapidated and worn everywhere.

The only two advantages are that the environment is quieter and there is still a bit of the neighborly warmth that is rare in new residential buildings.

Several elderly women dressed in bulky floral shirts sat on the edge of a circular flower bed under the camphor trees, chatting about gossip with great interest, surrounded by their playful children and grandchildren.

For a moment, they were filled with the joy of family life.

However, the innocent words that followed added a touch of eeriness and mystery to this pleasant scene.

"Grandma, Grandma, you must be mistaken. Uncle Zhang Xu didn't have a wife."

"Didn't you say the other day that he's over thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend?"

"What nonsense are you spouting, child?"

The old lady immediately got angry and started spanking the little girl's bottom.

"What nonsense! It's absolutely true! It's absolutely true!"

The little girl's aggrieved cries gradually grew louder in the quiet neighborhood.

In an instant, the blissful family time turned into a complete mess.

But all of this had nothing to do with Xia Qing.

This was just a minor incident on his way home from get off work.

It was only when I heard the names 'Zhang Jun and Zhang Xu' that I was slightly drawn to their attention.

—This is his neighbor who lives across the hall from his rented apartment.

Does Zhang Xu have a wife?

Maybe not.

It's probably just that the old lady is old and confused, and she remembered it wrong.

Xia Qing wasn't a gossipy person, but she was instinctively drawn to the familiar name.

He heard it once, then immediately forgot about it.

These past few days, the small startup company he works for has been frantically rushing to meet project deadlines, so he's been eating and sleeping at the company, and he's completely numb from working overtime.

He continued walking, his steps weak and listless, climbing the dimly lit stairwell where there was no elevator or lighting. After returning home, he took a shower and fell asleep immediately.

Boom boom boom!
I was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Xia Qing rubbed her eyes, groped for her phone and slippers, and then walked towards the door in her flip-flops.

"Xia, could I stay here for a while? Nobody's home, and I don't have a key to get in."

A gentle, familiar female voice came from outside the door.

Judging from the voice, it's Zhang Xu's wife from next door.

"Row."

Xia Qing didn't think much of it, readily replied, and prepared to open the door to greet them.

However, suddenly, a line of text appeared strangely in front of them.

"Your [Dart Throw] sensed the presence of the nightmare and was abruptly awakened."

Xia Qing rubbed her eyes to confirm that the words in front of her were not a hallucination or floaters.

It hovered silently in the center of my field of vision, untouchable, yet undeniably present.

"Grandma, Grandma, you must be mistaken. Uncle Zhang Xu didn't have a wife..."

"Didn't you say the other day that he's over thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend...?"

The little girl's innocent words suddenly flashed through Xia Qing's mind like lightning, leaving him no time to consider the origin of the words.

"Outside the door..."

Xia Qing felt a chill run down her spine. She stared at the door and swallowed hard.

Does Zhang Xu have a wife?
He remembered it, very clearly, and was even quite familiar with the gentle woman outside the door.

But what about the words in front of me?

Without any electronic devices, text appears out of thin air in front of you.

Even if this isn't supernatural power, it's definitely some kind of unconventional, cutting-edge technology that's practically indistinguishable from supernatural power.

If there is one supernatural phenomenon, why can't there be another?
Why can't the 'nightmare' mentioned in the text be outside that door?
Take these points together and then look at the innocent words you overheard earlier.

Is this really just baseless speculation, or just innocent childish talk?

Even without thinking about it deeply, Xia Qing felt a chill run down her spine.

"Sis, well, I just finished showering. It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together. Why don't you call Uncle Zhang and the others?"

Xia Qing forced herself to remain calm. Whether it was true or not, she wanted to find a reason to refuse. "Xia...you didn't believe those old fogies' gossip, did you? I really..."

Outside the door, a soft, tearful female voice could be heard.

In an instant, Xia Qing's mind seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, and she suddenly lost consciousness.

"Your dart throw is urgent and furious, it's pounding your head in a frenzy."

Come to your senses again.

She was already standing in the living room, holding an electric kettle, seemingly making tea.

And on the sofa next to it.

A voluptuous, alluring, and charming woman sat there, staring intently at him.

"when……"

Xia Qing felt a chill run down her spine.

Did I just lose consciousness?
Or is the 'hypnosis' getting worse?

He bit his tongue hard until excruciating pain swept through his brain and his mouth tasted of rust.

Then, without making a sound, he pretended to put down the kettle and picked up a two-finger-long needle with a tail from the many random items on the counter.

It was a dart, given to me by an old man in the neighborhood when I was playing darts with him downstairs.

For him, who never cooks at home, this is now the only weapon in the house that poses a threat.

However, when faced with something so strange, fighting desperately is the worst possible strategy.

"Sis, I'm going to change my clothes first. If someone sees me dressed like this, they might start gossiping about you again."

Forcing herself to remain calm and not revealing anything amiss, Xia Qing put down the tea she had poured and then turned to the bedroom.

Regardless of whether this nightmare is a demon or a ghost, if it's trying to tempt me to open the door, then the door must have some kind of obstructive function.

He bit his tongue tightly, afraid of losing consciousness again, while forcing himself not to show too much abnormality, and walked towards the bedroom at a normal pace.

At the same time, he was frantically thinking of escape plans.

Call the police?

Calling the police when in trouble is the first instinct, and it's a unique sense of security that people in China today have.

But Xia Qing immediately rejected it herself.

In my current state, I can't even distinguish between real and fake memories, and there's also the allure of seemingly losing consciousness.

I was probably able to stay awake thanks to those strange text prompts.

He wasn't sure if the police officers who came to his door could withstand the attack if they were caught off guard.

This would only harm one more person, and might even turn into helping the other side.

The only thing we can rely on now is that this nightmare probably doesn't know that it has already woken up.

And then there's that door that seems to offer some protection.

One step, two steps...

Very close.

Arriving at the bedroom door, Xia Qing was ready to sprint.

But heaven and the abyss are only a step apart.

"Why change clothes? Actually... what they said isn't wrong."

The woman, with her graceful figure, suddenly stepped forward with a smile, one hand on the bedroom door and the other around Xia Qing's neck: "Actually, I quite like you..."

As she spoke, she coquettishly stuck out her tongue and flirtatiously swept it across Xia Qing's neck.

puff!

What responded to her was a long needle, also aimed at her neck, that pierced her deeply.

"you……"

The woman's alluring expression vanished, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

Her response was silence, followed by even heavier and more vicious stabbings.

One needle pierced the vocal cords and throat.

One needle, aimed at the lower jaw, is injected directly into the brain.

A needle pierced those eyes, where disbelief still lingered, and intense pain and anger were brewing.

I don't care what kind of demons or monsters you are!
You think I, a working ox or horse, have no complaints or resentment?
If I'm going to die, I'll stab myself to death first!

If you can really turn into a ghost, I'll have a contest with you to see who's fiercer!
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(End of this chapter)