125: Chapter 125 Don't come any closer!

The neighbor gripped the Peach Wood Sword tightly and looked at the hallway with a determined gaze. "That's right! With our combination of East and West, no one can stand in our way."

However, his tone shifted as he stepped aside halfway. "You're the one wearing the Dharma Robe, you go first~"

"Fine!" The man hesitated for a moment before decisively stepping forward.

The two of them walked cautiously through the hallway, looking left and right, until they reached the elevator area. Suddenly, a figure with disheveled hair falling over her shoulders appeared in the man's line of sight.

"Holy crap!" The man jumped three feet into the air.

"Holy crap!" Startled by the sudden shout, the neighbor instinctively took a quick step back and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Then he heard the man shout again, "Holy crap! It's a person."

"Holy crap!" The neighbor calmly stepped forward, scanned the area, and criticized him as if nothing had happened, "It's just a person, why are you reacting so strongly?"

"Sitting on the floor with messy hair and not making a sound—anyone would be startled at first glance," the man quickly defended himself.

This was no longer a matter of courage; this was a damn matter of his reputation.

"Hey, you there, sitting on the floor in the middle of the night, did something happen?" the neighbor shouted toward Yan He.

This shout brought Yan He's soul back to her body. Her previously stiff and motionless body jerked violently, and the puddle of water beneath her expanded silently once again.

Yan He whipped her body around. Upon seeing they were people, her previously lifeless eyes instantly burst with a sharp light. In the next second, she scrambled over on all fours, reaching the two of them in the blink of an eye. She then grabbed one of each of their legs and pulled them into her embrace.

Immediately after, Yan He's suppressed emotions seemed to find an outlet, and she wailed loudly, "It's haunted! My house is haunted! My mother-in-law and my child were taken away by ghosts!"

Both men instinctively tried to pull their legs back, but Yan He held on too tightly. Combined with her own weight, the legs she was hugging felt as if they had taken root. Not only did they not move an inch, but the excessive force also caused a sharp, numbing pain.

"Hiss—"

"Hiss—"

Both of them couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air simultaneously.

As a result of that breath, a strange yet very familiar smell drifted into their nostrils.

Their gazes instantly locked onto the puddle of water by the elevator door, then followed the trail of moisture all the way to the woman who was currently hugging their feet.

"Holy crap!" Their expressions changed drastically... no, their faces were instantly filled with horror. The foot being hugged by Yan He kicked out violently. "Let go! Let go quickly!"

However, there was no way Yan He would let go. At this moment, she was like a drowning person who had grabbed onto something while struggling; she would instinctively hold on tight, even subconsciously pushing the object down to use the leverage to get even a moment of respite.

That's why experienced people, when saving someone from drowning, will first let them flounder in the water for a while until they've swallowed enough water before jumping in to save them.

On the verge of a breakdown, Yan He had finally managed to grab onto two legs. Instinct told her she absolutely couldn't let go, for if she did, she would never be able to grab them again. So the more force the two men used, the more force Yan He used in return, clutching... no, hugging their legs for dear life.

As the two continued to struggle to break free from Yan He's restraint, the volume of the legs soon failed to provide her with enough sense of security. Her survival instinct made her subconsciously want to climb up the legs to find something large enough to bear the weight of her instinctive reliance.

And so, Yan He moved.

While her hands pulled down hard on their pant legs, her own legs seemed to be suddenly filled with strength. She pushed off with her legs, lunging her body toward the two men.

Riiiip—

With a loud "riiiip," a piece of the neighbor's pajama pants on the left was torn clean off by Yan He.

Seeing this, the neighbor's eyes lit up. He instinctively executed an extremely skillful back-step, and in the next second, he had completely broken free from Yan He's restraint.

"Holy crap!" Watching this unbelievable scene, the other man even forgot to struggle. "Your pants?"

The neighbor replied with an awkward yet polite smile, "You know the economy hasn't been great these past two years. Don't be fooled by the style of these pajamas; I actually bought them at the night market for nine-ninety."

Seeing the man dazed, the neighbor pointed his finger at Yan He.

At this point, because Yan He had lost the neighbor as a target, all her strength was focused on the man.

"Holy crap!" Because he was distracted by the nine-ninety pajamas, the man was caught off guard and pulled down by Yan He, stumbling and falling onto his butt. Seeing Yan He's hands already reaching for his waist, he screamed in terror, "Don't come over here!"

"Help—!"

"Holy crap! Give me a hand, quick!"

Now the howling was coming from the man.

The sound was so loud it practically pierced the clouds.

Amidst the man's howling, a series of "creak" sounds rang out as door after door on the 17th floor opened. Curious heads poked out one by one. After glancing at each other, curiosity instantly triumphed over their negligible fear, and they firmly stepped out of their rooms, walking toward the source of the noise.

Subsequently, a series of gasps echoed through the elevator area.

"Hiss—"

"Hiss—"

"Hiss—"

...

And for good reason! The scene was too brutal, far exceeding their imaginations.

Just moments ago, the man's struggle had ultimately been no match for Yan He, who was clinging to him like a lifeline. In just a short time, Yan He's entire body was pressing down on the man, and like an octopus, her hands and feet were firmly pinning him beneath her.

This was why everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Presumably, anyone who saw this scene in the middle of the night, especially in a public area, would be unable to stop their eyes from widening.

The scene was in an uproar.

"Holy crap! They're not even trying to hide from people!"

"This is way too much for my eyes!"

"Just how thirsty do you have to be!"

...

Amidst the crowd's discussion, the previously struggling man suddenly stopped. He spread his hands and lay limp on the ground like a corpse. The terror and tension in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced only by numbness.

The man stared blankly at the ceiling as a crystal-clear tear silently rolled from the corner of his eye down his cheek.

"It's over, I'm no longer pure!"

"What do you call social death? This is the damn definition of social death."

The man felt like he could no longer show his face on this floor.

However, as it turned out, the man was underestimating the situation.

After a series of footsteps, followed by a "creak," the fire escape door was pushed open. A group of people flooded into the hallway, quickly filling up the already limited space.

There was no other way! That puddle of water by the elevator took up a large portion of the space.

Even though the newcomers didn't know what it was, the smell didn't lie.

The new arrivals came from both the floors above and below.

The commotion on the 17th floor had long since made everyone's hearts itch with curiosity.

Among them, An Xiaonuan and Chen Sheng, who had personally designed this little show, were also mixed into the crowd.

They couldn't help it! It was just too lively upstairs.

As for feeling guilty?

Sorry! Compared to the excitement, what is guilt? Can you eat it?

As soon as everyone entered, they immediately began the standard procedure for onlookers.

Step one: Asking all sorts of questions and making wild guesses.

"What's going on here?"

"Is this someone getting caught in an affair?"

"The young man has quite the appetite; he's not picky at all."

"Holy crap! Something this intense in the middle of the night—it looks like I'm staying up all night."

Step two: Recording the 'beautiful life' with phones.

And so, in the blink of an eye, a large number of phones were held high or low in the air. Regardless of whether they could actually capture anything, the lenses were all pointed at the center of the area.

Someone even slapped themselves in frustration. "Damn, I forgot to bring my phone," and quickly squeezed out of the crowd.

The man: "..."

The man instinctively reached out to cover his face.

Just like men and women caught in a vice raid, what's below and in the middle isn't important; covering the top is the priority.

However, the man still underestimated the Binding Technique that Yan He had practiced for many years.

She had him locked so firmly to the ground that even trying to move his hands was difficult.

After several failed attempts, the man gave up in despair. With eyes full of tears, three parts numbness, three parts pain, three parts hope, and a deeply hidden one part resentment, he looked at his neighbor—the one who had promised to carry him with a look in his eyes, the good neighbor who had repeatedly claimed they would be a perfect combination of East and West.

The neighbor only met the man's gaze for a second before turning his eyes away in pity. However, as a good neighbor, he couldn't... well, he mainly couldn't be someone who just ignored it. He cleared his throat and hurriedly shouted, "Everyone! Everyone! Stop discussing it for a moment, it's not what you think."

Everyone's gaze shifted simultaneously to this good neighbor, silently urging him, "Spit it out!"

The neighbor slapped his forehead. "Everyone, stop watching the show for a second. We can talk about the details later. First, I need a few men to help me pull them apart. The Buddy being pinned down is starting to roll his eyes back."

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