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"what!!"

Lady Chatterley suddenly screamed, instinctively flung her arm out, and then rushed downstairs in a panic.

As she approached the second floor, her foot slipped, her shoe flew off, and she crashed into the corner wall.

Damn it!

Lady Chatterley cursed under her breath as she slowly climbed up, leaning against the wall for support.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and helped her up.

"Thanks……"

Without thinking much of it, she casually thanked him, but quickly realized what she had done.

He looked pale as he gazed in the direction the arm was reaching out.

A deathly pale hand, devoid of any blood, reached out from the darkness.

Lady Chatterley remembered very clearly that there should have been nothing in that corner except for the walls.

What exactly is there now?

Lady Chatterley dared not think about it, nor could she bear to look at it anymore.

She didn't even care about the shoes she had thrown off, and quickly walked downstairs while holding onto the wall.

The violent movement caused a sharp pain in her sprained ankle, but Lady Chatterley didn't care.

Just as she passed the second floor, a woman's scream and a man's curses suddenly came from a room near the stairs. Then came the sound of shattered utensils and suppressed screams, before the noise subsided.

Bang!

Just as Lady Chatterley was about to pass by, the door to that room suddenly opened.

A man covered in blood appeared in the doorway, looking at her coldly.

Lady Chatterley looked over the man's body and vaguely saw a woman covered in blood lying on the ground.

"!"

For a moment, Lady Chatterley's heart almost stopped beating!

Chapter 565 The Death of Greed

The female corpse lying on the ground had her head turned to one side, facing directly out the door.

When Lady Chatterley saw the woman's face, she was stunned for a moment, and then terror instantly took over her mind.

She knew this woman!

Walkley Heloise was once her most popular customer item.

However, six months ago, she suddenly announced that she wanted to quit the industry.

Lady Chatterley, naturally, would not allow such a money-making machine, so she used various means of coercion and enticement.

One night, when Heloise went to see a guest, a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stormed into her room, and stabbed her and the guest to death.

Lady Chatterley felt it was a pity that such a fine product could have earned her more pounds, but instead it was ruined by a brute.

Those guys who are affecting her business really deserve to die.

It was later learned that the murderer was Heloise's fiancé, who had been hanged several months earlier.

Heloise was already two months pregnant at the time, which is why she wanted to retire from the industry and go back to her hometown to get married to her fiancé.

Lady Chatterley felt no remorse upon learning all this.

She was just disappointed that her cash cow had been destroyed, and soon after, she made another top star popular.

She had long since forgotten the tragedy of Heloise's family.

This woman, who reeked of money, was completely unaware that her greed had cost three innocent lives.

Now, this person, who had been dead for half a year, suddenly appeared before her!?

One can only imagine the terror and panic in Lady Chatterley's heart.

Lady Chatterley quickly turned her head away, pretending not to have seen anything, and went straight downstairs.

The man, covered in blood, stood there silently, blood dripping from the knife in his hand onto the floor, splattering into bright red flowers.

Strangely, when Lady Chatterley passed by, the man didn't make a sound, as if she didn't exist.

Soon, Lady Chatterley, enduring the pain in her ankle, limped up the stairs leading to the first floor.

As she walked, the lights on the second floor gradually moved upwards.

Those two terrifying figures gradually disappeared from sight.

Just as Lady Chatterley's head was parallel to the second-floor floor, she couldn't help but glance back.

Heloise, covered in blood, lay on the floor, tears of blood streaming from her eyes, staring intently at her. That look sent chills down Lady Chatterley's spine.

You should know that Lady Chatterley was no pushover.

She was incredibly vicious and ruthless in order to control these women who did special jobs.

Those who sought to break away from her or betray her have long since fallen into the cold depths of the Thames.

She has driven many families to ruin and death; her hands are already stained with blood.

However, those eyes, those eyes filled with blood and tears, still sent chills down Lady Chatterley's spine.

If things were delayed any longer, something bad would surely happen. Lady Chatterley quickly turned her head and limped downstairs.

She soon reached the middle of the stairs.

From where she was standing, she could faintly see the streetlights shining in.

Just a few more steps, just a few more steps and she can leave this damned place!

Tap! Tap!

Just then, a series of synchronized footsteps came from the building entrance.

Lady Chatterley was taken aback and instinctively looked up in the direction of the gate.

A group of eerie figures silently walked in from outside the door.

They were a group of women dressed in black nuns' habit, each of them holding a package that looked like a baby.

Ring ring!

Lady Chatterley glanced at it but didn't pay much attention.

Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly froze.

The light from outside shone directly on the backs of the women, but... there were no shadows cast by their feet!

As they walked, their wrists and cheeks inadvertently peeked out from their sleeves. Their skin was an eerie bluish-purple color, covered with wrinkles, like mummies who had been dead for a long time.

These women aren't human!?

Lady Chatterley suddenly realized.

She turned and tried to run upstairs, but before she could take two steps, she saw the man with the knife appear at the top of the stairs, looking down at her.

Heloise's body lay at his feet, a strange smile on his blood-soaked face as he silently gazed at her.

She was stuck in the middle of the stairs.

it's over...

With her only escape route blocked, despair gradually spread through Lady Chatterley's heart.

Hey!

The inhuman woman in black has already stepped onto the first step.

Lady Chatterley's forehead was covered in cold sweat, which quickly soaked her back.

A strong will to survive made her think quickly.

She quickly recalled the amusing anecdotes she had shared with those so-called high society individuals.

If you encounter a group of non-human beings at night and they notice you, they will take your soul to hell.

Only by pressing yourself against the wall, holding your breath, and silently praying for God's protection can you succeed.

At this point, Lady Chatterley had no other options and could only grasp at this last straw for survival.

So she disregarded the dirt on the wall, pressed herself against it, and kept silently praying for the Lord's blessing.

Lady Chatterley was not a devout believer; she did not even attend any church services and never prayed.

But at this moment, she became incredibly devout.

Tap! Tap!

The footsteps gradually grew closer.

Lady Chatterley pressed herself against the wall, a chilling wind blowing against her body, the cold spreading from her feet to her entire being, yet she dared not move an inch.

The footsteps continued to approach, passed by her, and then continued upstairs.

Soon, the footsteps grew softer, as if they had completely passed by her.

These horrible women didn't notice her!

Lady Chatterley was immediately filled with a sense of relief at surviving such a disaster.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she would become the most faithful believer in Jesus Christ.

I'll go to church tomorrow to donate some money.

The terrifying footsteps had gradually faded away, and the corridor was silent except for the occasional sound of a carriage passing by on the street.

Lady Chatterley let out a long breath, slowly straightened up, and then gently patted her dress twice.

At that moment, she sensed something was wrong and instinctively turned her head to look.

Those women never left!

They stood in a row on the second floor, each with a strange smile on their face, staring straight at her.

The babies in the women's arms stretched out their pale little hands.