13: Chapter 13 Lost in a Ghostly Fold? Don't touch her leg, it's mine!

The hallway was deathly silent.

Only the heavy footsteps of the two of them echoed in the empty space, sounding exceptionally jarring.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Ye Yuqing held onto Su Yang's arm tightly, her exquisite face deathly pale, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Bro... Brother Yang, how much longer until we arrive?"

Ye Yuqing asked with a sobbing tone; why did it feel like this staircase would never end?

"What's the rush? We've only just reached the third floor."

Su Yang looked relaxed and at ease, even occasionally brushing his elbow against the softness beside him, feeling its amazing elasticity.

"However... Teacher Ye, have you noticed something?"

"Wh... what problem?" Ye Yuqing's heart skipped a beat.

Su Yang stopped walking and pointed to the red floor number on the wall beside them.

"We've been walking for about five minutes, right? Logically, we should have reached the fourth floor long ago, so why... is this still the third floor?"

Ye Yuqing looked in the direction of his finger.

On the mottled wall, a bright red number was clearly written—"3".

Moreover, this "3" was written crookedly, the red paint not yet dry, slowly dripping downwards, as if... it had just been written in fresh blood!

"Ah!!!"

Ye Yuqing screamed in terror, almost collapsing to the ground.

"Ghost... Ghost Wall?! Have we encountered a Ghost Wall?!"

She had read about it in horror novels; a Ghost Wall was when a ghost bewitched your vision, causing you to walk in circles in the same spot, never able to get out until you were either exhausted to death or scared to death!

"Heh, interesting."

Su Yang sneered, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

Under his Heavenly Eye Vision, how could this be the third floor?

They had actually been walking in circles in the stairwell between the second and third floors, surrounded by a faint layer of green ghost Qi, like a maze trapping them inside.

"Giggle, giggle..."

That eerie laughter sounded again, this time right above their heads!

Ye Yuqing instinctively looked up but saw nothing, only a pitch-black ceiling.

"Trying to play tricks, are you?"

Su Yang curled his lip in disdain, suddenly raised his right foot, and stomped down hard!

"Break... for me!!!"

Boom!!!

An overbearing, unparalleled golden light, centered on his sole, instantly spread outwards!

The Nine Revolutions Pure Yang Body's ultimate Yang Qi erupted completely at this moment!

Crack—!

It sounded like a mirror shattering.

The dense green ghost Qi surrounding them shattered instantly under the impact of the golden light, dissipating without a trace.

The scene before them changed accordingly.

The "3" that had been bleeding disappeared, replaced by a normal floor sign.

And at the corner of the stairs, a dark shadow let out a scream, as if it had been scalded, and scrambled into the wall in a panic.

"You run pretty fast."

Su Yang brushed the dust off his pant legs, turned to look at the stunned Ye Yuqing, and raised an eyebrow.

"How about it, Teacher Ye, were those special effects okay?"

"Th... these are special effects?"

Ye Yuqing blinked. Although she didn't understand the Dao, she knew how shocking that stomp had been.

The entire hallway had been illuminated by the golden light; it was even cooler than a superhero in a movie!

"Brother Yang... you are too amazing!"

In Ye Yuqing's eyes as she looked at Su Yang, stars of admiration were about to overflow.

With such a tough guy by her side, even taking a stroll through Hell didn't seem so scary anymore.

"Standard procedure, don't be amazed."

Su Yang waved his hand and continued walking up.

Finally, the two arrived at the fourth floor.

As soon as they stepped into the fourth-floor corridor, the temperature instantly dropped to freezing.

A thin layer of water pooled on the ground, making "pitter-patter" sounds when stepped on, and the air was filled with a heavy, fishy stench, like rotting fish and shrimp.

"So... so smelly..."

Ye Yuqing covered her nose, her brows tightly furrowed.

"Be careful, don't get your stockings dirty."

Su Yang reminded her, his gaze fixed tightly on the door at the end of the corridor.

Room 404.

That door was tightly closed, with a faint green light seeping through the crack, as if some eerie ritual was being held inside.

Just as the two passed the communal washroom.

"Splosh..."

The faucet inside suddenly turned on by itself, and what flowed out wasn't water, but scarlet blood!

At the same time.

A pale, bloated hand reached out from the water on the ground without warning and grabbed Ye Yuqing's ankle!

That hand was immensely strong, with pitch-black, sharp fingernails that dug deeply into her black stockings.

"Ah!!!"

Ye Yuqing screamed, losing her balance and about to fall backward.

"You're courting death!"

Su Yang's eyes turned cold, his reaction lightning fast.

His left hand grabbed Ye Yuqing's waist, pulling her back into his arms, while his right foot lifted sharply and stomped down hard on the ghost hand!

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

"Awoooo—!"

A muffled scream came from the water.

"You dare touch her legs?"

Su Yang ground his foot down with force, golden light flashing as he crushed the ghost hand into black smoke.

He looked down at the shaken Ye Yuqing in his arms and declared domineeringly:

"These legs, besides me, no one is allowed to touch them!"

"Not even a ghost!"

Ye Yuqing was stunned.

She stared blankly at Su Yang's face so close to her own, her heart beating like a drum.

Although these words sounded very rogue-like and domineering.

But why... hearing them, did it make her feel so secure, and even... a little moved?

"Th... thank you..."

Ye Yuqing said quietly, blushing.

She looked down at her ankle; that pair of expensive Balenciaga black stockings had been torn with several holes, revealing the snow-white skin underneath, with a few red marks on it.

"Tsk, what a pity, such good stockings ruined."

Su Yang shook his head regretfully, "Looks like that ghost is a boor with no appreciation."

"It's okay... I'll buy new ones when I go back..."

Ye Yuqing retracted her foot a little, feeling embarrassed.

"Alright, stop dawdling, the main culprit is right in front."

Su Yang let her go and cast his gaze toward Room 404 at the end of the corridor.

At this moment, that tightly closed door had somehow opened a crack.

A blood-red eye was staring fixedly at them through the crack.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit for a while..."

An eerie, hoarse voice drifted out from the crack in the door.