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Tomb Raider

At twenty years old, due to my greed, I acquired an antique I shouldn't have. Since then, to survive, I had to repeatedly venture into places that were deadly to the living. Among them were the tomb clusters in the vast Qinling Mountains, the uninhabited zones of the northwestern Gobi, the lost ruins beneath the immense deep sea, and the forbidden zones of death on the snowy plateaus...

GraveRobber_001 · 灵异恐怖
分數不夠
76 Chs
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Laughing at a ghost doesn't compare to hearing its cry

Brrr! Bone-chilling cold! That was my first impression, like stripping naked on a hot summer day and pressing my back against ice!

My thoughts seemed to freeze at that moment, instinctively lowering my head to look at the hands wrapped around my waist.

What kind of hands were they? Grimly pale! Like the color of a corpse soaking in a river for days, the nails were black and over ten centimeters long, no longer resembling nails but exuding a metallic sheen.

These hands, still clutching my waist, were restless, fingers constantly wriggling, nails scraping against each other, emitting a grating sound that made my teeth ache!

I stood against the window, unable to move.

Hehehe... A sinister, malicious laughter suddenly rang out behind my head, followed by a series of eerie "hoo hoo" sounds, as if someone was blowing cold air into my ears, chilling me to the bone!

Upon hearing the laughter, my heart skipped a beat. Involuntarily, I remembered a phrase from the book "Hair Bun Mysticism" — "Ghost laughter is nothing compared to ghost crying!"

The gist of it is: if you encounter a crying ghost, it means it has grievances but still has a way to resolve them, so it won't harm you immediately. However, if it laughs at you, it's basically targeting you, and unless you want to die, you have to deal with it before it plays with you to death. Hence the saying, "Better to hear ghost cries than ghost laughs!"

Following this line of thought, wouldn't this thing come after me no matter what it says? What grudge does it have against me?

Screw it! Perhaps desperation fueled my survival instinct. I didn't know where I found the strength, but I took a step forward and abruptly turned around, wanting to see what was clinging to me. I reassured myself that the unknown is the most terrifying, and it's better to face it head-on than let it blow cold air on my back.

I chose to confront it, but when I finally saw what it was, instead of feeling relieved, I felt even more terrified.

Only the upper half of the thing remained, with no legs, intestines trailing on the ground, crawling with maggots. Her hair was long, her face pallid, eyes devoid of pupils, tongue hanging out with patches of flesh on it resembling snail suction cups, densely packed and horrifying to those with trypophobia!

This half-bodied female ghost had been clinging to my waist, and now that I turned around, my nose was almost touching her twisted, resentful face. Her tongue even touched my chin, the suction cup-like flesh on her tongue sticking to my skin, slimy and nauseating, sending shivers down my spine. It was more disgusting than frightening.

But compared to the sight of that ghost, I didn't feel disgusted anymore. Seizing the opportunity while she was busy licking me, I opened my mouth and sprayed a mist of blood directly onto her face!

"Ah!" A shrill, piercing scream erupted. The moment my tongue touched her face, a cloud of white smoke billowed up, as if sulfuric acid had been splashed on her face, instantly scorching her flesh. Her pale face contorted violently as she released me and thrashed about in the air!

Effective! My eyes lit up. I wanted to burst into laughter, but thankfully, I maintained my composure. At most, I had masturbated a few times, but I didn't waste my precious virginity on our school's "campus chick," or else I'd be screwed today.

Excited, while my tongue was still bleeding, I sprayed two more mouthfuls of blood on her face.

The female ghost screamed even louder, disappearing through the window into the distance.

The temperature in the restroom finally dropped. Testing it, I found that the doorknob could move. I opened the door and left that cursed place. Damn, even taking a dump could summon ghosts. It's really bizarre. Were you trying to scare me out of constipation? Ridiculous!

Back in the carriage, as soon as the air conditioning started, I shivered uncontrollably. I realized that my entire body was drenched in sweat. Entering the sleeper compartment, I saw Zhou Jing still holding onto Zhou Laoye's turtle shell, constantly calculating something. I felt a surge of inexplicable anger and approached him, demanding, "Did you predict that I would encounter this? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I've already given you all the warnings," Zhou Jing replied calmly, lifting his head to look at me. Sometimes, he didn't seem like a child of his age at all. Another child would have burst into tears if scolded like this, but he remained as calm as a stone. "My grandfather used to say, when doing divination, one should hold back three parts and not reveal everything. After all, we're in the business of revealing secrets of heaven. If we spill everything, revealing every detail of a person's life, it's not good for anyone. It's inviting divine retribution. My grandfather spoke too much in his youth, disclosing too many secrets, and when his time was up, he worried about encountering something bad. To ensure my safety, he sent me away early."

Upon hearing this, my anger gradually subsided, and I could only smile bitterly. At that time, how could I have the leisure to listen to his advice? A few more minutes of dawdling and I would have lost control completely, becoming a walking disaster.

"Enough, don't dwell on it. Let's go to sleep," said Uncle Li, waving his hand. "Xiaotian, don't think the Hair Bun Seal is a burden. Keep it with you at all times. This time, you encountered something minor, but if you come across something with strong grievances and deep cultivation, you might not make it."

With that, Uncle Li instructed me a few more times before going to bed. Soon, Zhou Jing fell asleep too, snoring softly. I was left alone on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time.

This was my first time dealing with such a dirty thing. It was evident that the female ghost was weak, but I was still scared half to death. According to Zhou Laoye, I would encounter such things less in the future, but how many times could I escape such danger?

Once? Or twice?

I was beginning to doubt my resolve.