What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 2 The lingering ghost
Mutual destruction is naturally impossible.

If she could live, Xia Qing would naturally want to live.

Several needles were inserted in succession, all targeting vital points.

If they can be killed, they're definitely doomed.

Continuing to die when you can't is just a waste of escape time.

Therefore, Xia Qing didn't care about the outcome, bit her tongue, and rushed into the bedroom.

First, they locked the door tightly.

Without hesitation, he leaped out of the wide-open window.

The buildings in the old residential area are not tall, and his building is only on the third floor.

Even if someone falls to their death or gets maimed, it's still better than falling into the hands of this monster.

Bang!
The sound of flesh colliding with metal broke the silence of the night.

Fortunately, the neighbor on the second floor installed a security window.

Hollow aluminum tube security windows are not sturdy at all; in fact, they are somewhat flexible.

Xia Qing's body bumped against the security window, which actually gave her some cushioning and more time to adjust her posture.

Finally, land on both feet.

My ankles and knees are slightly sore, but overall I'm fine.

then……

Run! Run without looking back, without stopping, without hesitation!

Once you leave the residential area and cross one street, you'll find Hero Park right across the street.

He didn't believe that if it were some kind of demon or monster, he could get hurt even if he went inside.

Putting aside metaphysics, Hero Park is still bustling with visitors at night.

If that thing could attack people in public, news about all sorts of monsters and demons would be flying around the world by now.

boom!
"Running so fast! Are you being chased by a ghost?! You'll bump into someone, you know that?!"

They bumped into a passerby along the way, who then started cursing at them.

"Yeah! There really is a ghost chasing us..."

Xia Qing left only a bewildering echo in the wind.

It feels so good to see other living people again!
Even his insults sound beautiful!
"Ha, ha, I survived, I survived."

Without stopping, enduring the burning heat in her lungs and the dizziness before her eyes, Xia Qing ran wildly into Hero Park.

Looking at the brightly lit park and the still bustling crowd, he collapsed to the ground.

First she gasped for breath, then she laughed so hard she could barely breathe.

No one can truly understand the joy and wonder of surviving such a tragedy.

"Your [Dart Throw] is fortunate to have survived the ordeal. We deeply admire your bravery and decisiveness in escaping from such a terrifying enemy on your own."

Well, it seems there are still 'people' who can empathize.

"Admiration my foot! If you had just put in a little effort, I wouldn't have been running like a dead dog."

Xia Qing glanced at the message that popped up again and sighed, panting.

The word "your" clearly indicates that this textual prompt is inextricably linked to oneself.

Let's tentatively call this my superpower or cheat code.

I was able to escape from the clutches of nightmares many times before thanks to it.

At least we can be certain that it is not some kind of malicious intent.

But clearly, apart from the textual reminder, he didn't feel any other benefit or wonder.

"Your dart throwing was a bit of a letdown, but you were also quite scared and realized how inadequate you were. I hope you can practice hard and improve yourself."

"I guess you're alright... wait, what do you mean you feel you're inadequate and want me to practice more?"

Xia Qing was about to say that he knew his place, but after looking closely, his face darkened.

However, upon closer reflection, I savored it a bit more.

Me? Practice?

Therefore, the "dart throwing" that has been described in a personified form does not actually refer to a particular creature or consciousness.

Is it really the 'darts' game that I've played a few times before?
Is it some kind of anthropomorphic narrative? Or has this dart 'skill' truly produced some kind of bizarre anthropomorphic transformation?
Just as Xia Qing was pondering, her phone suddenly received two WeChat messages.

"Honey: Baby, what's wrong? Even if you don't like me, you don't need to jump off a building, do you?"

"My dear: Believe me, I really love you, I really, really love you. I won't give up, I will definitely wait for you to come back."

"This is... oh, my online girlfriend, she's here to meet me today..."

Xia Qing stared at the words, her eyes gradually losing their focus.

"Your dart throwing is so rushed and frantic, you lifelong bachelor! Where did you get a girlfriend from?! Stop dreaming!"

A new message popped up, startling Xia Qing, who quickly locked her phone.

"It's still haunting us!"

His face was as dark as water.

Based on this feeling and the information provided, you know who it is without even thinking.

Those supernatural ghosts are indeed not so easily killed by ordinary sharp weapons.

Moreover, that eerie, bewitching power...

I don't know what special influence was just applied to me.

Or is this ability truly so powerful that it can be effective solely through text and the internet?

In short, it makes no difference to him; he's always a ticking time bomb.

I don't know when I will lose my mind and become its prey.

"Practice, huh? If I train you up, can you take down that bastard?"

Xia Qing gritted her teeth and looked at the [Dart Throw] that appeared in her mind the moment she had a thought.

After all, this is a supernatural phenomenon, and it seems to be some kind of ability belonging to oneself.

Darts, after all, are associated with lethality.

If possible, he certainly wouldn't mind personally killing that persistent ghost.

It is both to eliminate future troubles and to avenge today's grievances.

But the prerequisite is that you have to have the ability first.

Now that we've just escaped from their clutches like a dead dog, thinking about it is pointless.

You could try calling the police.

Unfortunately, the result was as expected. If I told the truth, people wouldn't believe me; if I didn't tell the truth, I would only harm myself and others.

If the authorities truly have a special department for this purpose, they would not ignore emergency calls; if that were the case, there would be no other way.

Xia Qing made the call simply to do her best and was not going to press the issue.

After hanging up, he found a small clinic nearby to treat his scrapes and cuts, and then simply slept in Hero Park for the night.

The next morning, I crossed Hero Park and started looking for a new rental house near the North Gate on the other side.

It is impossible to go back.

This isn't a horror movie. If you know there's something wrong with the place you're staying, going back there is just asking for trouble.

Let the nightmare wait if it wants.

"Once I've developed the ability to kill you, I'll go back and send you to your death!"

Xia Qing made a tough decision and quickly found a place to live.

The location of the newly rented apartment is truly exceptional.

There's a police station not far from Heroes Park.

The Heroes Park in Xingcheng covers a full 140 hectares, and the two gates facing each other are actually quite far apart.

Furthermore, with Hero Park situated in the center and a police station nearby, it was an excellent safe location for him at that moment.

However, the price wasn't exactly appealing to him.

For office workers who are already struggling financially, this unexpected expense has added to their already strained finances.

In addition to the deposit and the purchase of new household items, his meager savings have been completely depleted.

However, at least we've finally settled down again...

(End of this chapter)