Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"this..."

To the astonishment of Mo Han and the other two, the scene inside the small house was completely different!

On the kang (a heated brick bed) covered with a large red carpet and bedding, a brand-new "Eight Immortals Table" was set with festive foods such as red dates, peanuts, longans, and melon seeds.

Although the room was small, the warm orange light was exceptionally comforting.

On the old glass display case on the wall, there is a very 90s-style, childlike rattle drum.

In addition, several origami cranes were hung from the suspended ceiling of the bed with red ropes.

Red, green, blue...

At first glance, it has the feel of a cozy little house from the past.

"Tap tap tap—"

After staring at the small house for a moment, Mo Han and the other two went inside.

"Creak—"

Upon entering the small house, the wooden door closed instantly.

"Why?!"

Liu Xuan looked back and was shocked to find that her originally skeletal hand had frozen solid under the warm light of the cabin!

Along with...

The tombstones on Mo Han and Tie Shan's bodies remained unmoved...

"You guessed right?!"

"Is this...is this a safe house?"

Mo Han's expression relaxed, and she was about to examine the scene inside the room...

"Click—"

"Click-click-click—click-click-click—"

Suddenly, a cracking sound, like bones shattering, rang out in the once cozy little house! Because of this sound, cracks began to appear in the walls, and blood started to seep out, dripping...

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Tieshan! Quick! Quickly search...is there anything unusual in this house!"

Without a word, Mo Han ripped off the red bed sheet, and to his astonishment, he discovered countless scratch marks beneath it, along with numerous broken fingernails stuck inside...

Bloodstains and cracked armor—it was a horrifying sight!

"Is it a table?"

Tieshan then went to the octagonal table and lifted the fruit pits off it.

"Clang—"

After the table was overturned, the fruit pit instantly transformed into human eyes and fingers, falling to the ground in a bloody mess.

As for Liu Xuan...

She walked a few steps to the origami cranes hanging above the bed, her expression thoughtful.

"That bride gave Anlan a red origami crane before..."

"The origami cranes appeared in the room where the girl was being held..."

"So...that girl is the bride?!"

"This paper crane..."

After casually touching a red paper crane...

"Puff puff puff—"

The paper crane, which had been swaying casually, suddenly swelled up like a blood bag, then burst open with vein-like lines. Then... with a loud "boom," the red blood bag exploded, splattering Liu Xuan's face with foul-smelling, dark brown blood!

"Uh—uh—"

Liu Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain on her face!

She reached out to scratch her face and was shocked to find countless bulging veins throbbing on her face, as if they were about to burst at any moment!

and...

These veins are spreading like a spider web from the face to the neck and even the chest...

"ah!!!!!"

Screams echoed in the room, and Mo Han's right eyelid twitched involuntarily, his breathing becoming inexplicably rapid.

"Giggle giggle—"

The sound of bones cracking continued inside the house!

The square building structure twisted and collapsed like a gummy candy. Blood gushed out from the cracks, and a paper-thin wall of blood rippled from the ceiling, rapidly rolling downwards!

"Ho—"

"Ho—"

The feeling of suffocation gradually came, and despair filled Mo Han's eyes!

"Why! Why!"

"This...this house is so cozy, but in the end it's all fake! It's all a trap!"

"Why?!"

"puff!!!"

Large patches of blood on the walls, like crumpled paper, collapsed and curled up. Finally... like paper wrappings, the blood covered Mo Han and the other two, completely engulfing them in a bloody tide, until they disappeared...

......

the other side.

An Lan jumped into the coffin.

"Thump—"

He instinctively rolled to the spot next to the "red-robed bride," pressing down on the already shriveled groom's body until it was even more deformed.

"I'm sorry—"

"Dude!"

He kept adjusting his body on the corpse, but the suffocating, cramped feeling he had imagined inside the coffin wasn't there. On the contrary, there was no stench of corpses; instead, there was a faint scent of ink...

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The sound of rivets being hammered came from the top of the coffin.

An Lan didn't pay any attention.

He didn't care whether he would be sealed in a coffin or die here. An Lan trusted his [Goddess Conquest System] more than Mo Han's commands.

Turning her head, An Lan looked at her "bedmate".

"Giggle giggle—"

The large red veil seemed to sense something as well, slowly turning its head to look at An Lan.

"you???"

A soft, clear, and melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, came from the air.

An Lan smiled slightly: "When I see injustice on the road, I should naturally draw my sword to help!"

"Since I can't save you, I'll come down and join you... At least, it's better to be buried with you than to be beaten to death by those big men with shovels..."

"What's that saying again? 'To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is to be romantic...'"

"..."

"This poem doesn't describe it that way..."

A soft, sweet voice came from inside.

An Lan chuckled and said, "But using it like this now, is it alright?"

"you..."

"You shouldn't have come here..."

"Really? Then I'm telling you... you shouldn't have come here..."

"Thump—"

It seemed that these words inadvertently touched on something, and Yunhan's body trembled. The bright red veil slowly fell down, revealing a somewhat haggard oval face.

She didn't have the flowing long hair of a typical urban beauty; instead, she had a neat, short hairstyle. Time had tanned her face, but beneath that dark complexion, her refined and defined features remained striking.

The moment her eyes met An Lan's, a blush appeared on Yun Han's slightly dark cheeks.

Like a red glow under dark clouds, it's exceptionally beautiful.

The girl's lips gradually pursed, her thin lips resembling the moist, ripe strawberries of early summer.

"Whoa—"

"Why need it be light green or deep red? It is naturally the first-class among flowers—"

Looking at Yunhan's face, Anlan couldn't help but recite another poem.

【drop--】

[Yunhan's affection for you +3!]

[Current favorability rating: 21!]

"you..."

Has anyone ever said you're shameless?

Yunhan dared not look directly at Anlan's face and slowly turned away. Inside the narrow coffin, beneath the tight-fitting crimson robe, the girl's buttocks were unexpectedly ample.

"Ugh—"

Seemingly realizing that facing An Lan was not a good idea, Yunhan hesitated for a moment, then slowly lay back down and secretly glanced at An Lan.

"That's wonderful..."

"How did such an interesting girl get tricked into coming here?"

Watching the girl's actions, An Lan felt as if she were a girl from her innocent youth.

If Yang Zhenzhen is a cool and aloof older sister type, then Yao Yunhan must be the pure and innocent girl next door type.

"you..."

Why did I come here...?

An Lan couldn't help but ask the question.

pity!

After that question, Yunhan simply pursed her lips and remained silent. Her eyes slowly furrowed, and she sighed inexplicably, "I'm sorry to my parents..."

"ha?"

"..."

The atmosphere inside the coffin inexplicably became stiff.

"Boom!"

It's unclear how much time passed, but the weight of the dust eventually buried the red coffin completely.

The temperature inside the coffin began to drop slowly, and the air was filled with the stench of a corpse.

Yunhan shuddered, covered her nose in disgust, and frowned...

Unexpected!

The next moment, a large hand suddenly reached across her back, and then that strong arm pulled her into a warm chest! An Lan pulled Yun Han into his arms, and... wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her close...

"you!!!"

"You shameless scoundrel!"

Yunhan exclaimed in surprise!

An Lan just smiled. Sometimes... a man can't do without being shameless.

"I don't know if what I did was unreasonable..."

"However, I know you seem cold!"

"And...you seem to really dislike your husband's body odor..."

"Now, I'm on top of your husband, and you're on top of me. You're at the highest point, so you can't smell the stench anymore, right? And... with both of our body heat, at least it won't be so cold, right?"

"..."

A warm breath emanated from beneath her, and Yunhan's cheeks flushed even more.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something several times in embarrassment and anger, but in the end... she only managed to utter a resentful sentence: "That guy... isn't my husband!"

【drop--】

[Yunhan's favorability +4!]

[Current total favorability: 25!]

[Affection level CG1 triggered. Start playing?]

"【no】..."

Instead of playing the "CG" for now, An Lan wondered if she should write some more poems to improve her favorability rating.

"Ugh—"

suddenly!

Yunhan, nestled against Anlan's chest, boldly turned around, lying face-to-face with him. Her face flushed, she was still somewhat hesitant: "I always feel... I can't entrust my back to you..."

"Yeah?"

The atmosphere between the two as they gazed at each other was inexplicably romantic.

Then, the two of them laughed at the same time.

The only exception was the male corpse beneath An Lan, whose head seemed to have a hint of green...

Polite male corpse: Holy crap!!!