Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 350: Summoning

It saw me.

Yu Wenxuan was very sure about this.

His gaze met with this "ghost"!

The eerie atmosphere made even Yu Wenxuan’s heart race uncontrollably.

However, after a glance between the man and ghost, it surprisingly... walked away!

Yu Wenxuan found it hard to believe, was it really a ghost?

If it was a ghost, why didn’t it kill me?

If it wasn’t a ghost, how did it find me?

Watching the back of the blood-red fierce ghost slowly walk away, Yu Wenxuan’s doubts in his heart grew heavier.

But there’s one thing he knew very clearly, and that was to never follow this ghost.

Once it disappeared around the street corner, Yu Wenxuan immediately slid down from the lamppost.

As soon as he landed, his phone lit up.

The call was from an unknown number, which made Yu Wenxuan frown slightly, feeling a bit apprehensive.

Was it the ghost calling?

He glanced at the time on the phone.

It was already three in the morning, and Ye City had already entered summer; in two more hours, it would start to get light.

They didn’t have much time left to "find" the fierce ghost.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenxuan pressed the answer button:

"Who is it?"

"It’s me, Bai Yanliang."

The voice of Bai Yanliang came from the other end of the phone.

A warning rose in Yu Wenxuan’s heart, he was just about to hang up, but then Bai Yanliang said, "Come to South Gate Street, I found a way to survive."

A way to survive?

Yu Wenxuan looked up at the street corner where the ghost disappeared, "Why did you change the number?"

"I switched phones." Bai Yanliang’s response was a bit unexpected to Yu Wenxuan.

But he quickly realized this was Bai Yanliang’s way of saying that his phone was tapped. Right, he had mentioned in front of everyone that there was a mole in Fog Gathering.

Thinking about it this way... it made sense that he switched phones.

"Three minutes."

After a moment of contemplation, Yu Wenxuan replied.

"Beep beep beep..."

The call was already disconnected from the other side.

Yu Wenxuan looked at the phone that went dark again, a grave expression on his face.

He had once suspected that Bai Yanliang, who appeared at midnight, was a ghost right from the start.

The real fierce ghost had infiltrated among them, and the real Bai Yanliang had already been killed.

But... the behavior of the blood-red "ghost" earlier made Yu Wenxuan doubt his suspicion.

Perhaps, the situation wasn’t that simple?

Time was running out...

Bai Yanliang claimed to have found a way to survive, regardless of whether it was true or false, he had to go probe.

However... Yu Wenxuan didn’t want to take the risk alone.

He lit up his phone again and dialed Gu Pingsheng’s number.

"Sorry, the user you’re calling is on another call..."

The system’s tone rang out.

Was Bai Yanliang notifying others?

Yu Wenxuan’s heart sank, and he looked up at the moon.

What on earth... is going on.

...

West Fan Street.

Gu Pingsheng put down his phone and looked at Feng Xiuxue.

"Bai Yanliang said he already found a way to survive."

Feng Xiuxue stepped back, avoiding his gaze, "It’s fake, he’s a ghost."

"Oh?" Gu Pingsheng looked at her curiously, "Why?"

"Can’t you see it?" Feng Xiuxue’s expression carried a hint of sarcasm. Although she knew Fog Gathering wasn’t simple, with many harboring secrets, she didn’t expect to be completely overlooked by others.

But... strangely, Gu Pingsheng’s attitude towards her was also odd, not completely lacking in apprehension.

This was something Feng Xiuxue herself could not understand.

After saying these ironic words, Feng Xiuxue immediately regretted it, especially since Gu Pingsheng had given her two tablets she didn’t know what they were. After taking them, he could control her will like hypnosis at certain moments, making her extremely uneasy.

So, before Gu Pingsheng could respond, Feng Xiuxue continued, "When he appeared, he was all wet. According to him, he just rushed back from the outskirts of the city. But it takes at least an hour to get from the outskirts to Qingyi Street. Even if he was soaked in the rain in the suburbs, by the time he reached Qingyi Street, he shouldn’t be dripping wet."

Feng Xiuxue squinted slightly, "Only a ghost would do that, it could perfectly replicate another person, including... the current state. I think the real Bai Yanliang was indeed in the suburbs and was certainly soaked, but definitely not the one on Qingyi Street."

After Feng Xiuxue finished speaking, Gu Pingsheng didn’t show much surprise, he simply glanced at his phone.

"You were right, except for one thing."

"Which one?" Feng Xiuxue’s face changed slightly; more than being at someone else’s mercy, she was more terrified of having an error in her reasoning.

"He’s not a ghost," Gu Pingsheng put away his phone and said, "Let’s go, to South Gate Street."

"Wait!"

Feng Xiuxue took a step forward, blocking Gu Pingsheng, "You haven’t explained why he’s not a ghost yet?"

Feng Xiuxue’s face looked terrible. Gu Pingsheng said she was right about everything except the final conclusion, did this ridicule her?

Just like doing a math problem correctly throughout, only to make an error in the answer; how could it not be infuriating?

Gu Pingsheng was blocked by her, a touch of weariness showed on his calm face, and his gaze briefly passed over Feng Xiuxue’s face.

At that moment, Feng Xiuxue’s skin prickled instantly!

She suddenly felt that the man before her exuded an exceptionally ancient decay; he didn’t seem like a thirty-year-old man!

But this feeling came and went quickly, in just a moment, Gu Pingsheng returned to normal.

Like... the feeling just now was just her illusion.

But Feng Xiuxue was sure it was no illusion...

She stared at Gu Pingsheng, refusing to back down, unless he provided an explanation.

Seemingly sensing her determination, Gu Pingsheng subtly turned sideways, and before Feng Xiuxue could react, he slipped past her block.

So fast...

Feng Xiuxue’s vision blurred, then she heard Gu Pingsheng’s voice:

"Because, I know him."

This sentence stunned Feng Xiuxue, yet the following words made her shudder again.

"Likewise, I also know you, Feng Yiru..."

Feng... Yiru...

Feng Xiuxue was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Why does he call me... "Feng Yiru"?

Hadn’t she already died?

Hadn’t she already died!

Feng Xiuxue’s beautiful face grew distorted and twisted, her hands clenching her thighs tightly, her nails puncturing flesh and blood without stopping.

Feng Yiru!

...

Yu Sheng hung up the phone.

She didn’t know whether she should be happy or worried at this moment.

During this time, she lived in a haze, as if she had suddenly crossed from last year to now, with a large chunk of memory, some clear while others bizarrely vague...

Moreover, people’s impressions of her seemed to be growing weaker...

Even Bai Yanliang, who was once very kind to her, was the same.

During a certain period, he acted as if he’d completely forgotten her, unseeing... unhearing.

But now it’s okay.

Yu Sheng held the phone to her heart.

I’m already... okay.

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