The ghost is coming to attack

  I'm getting more and more afraid of the arrival of night, because I don't know if "he" will come or not. Of course, there's also that drunkard with a body full of wine smell - Huo Xiaoqi!

  I pushed open the door and carefully checked that there was no one else in the room. Just as I was about to close the door, it was suddenly pushed open again, and my body crashed into the wall with a loud thud, causing me intense pain. I heard the sound of the door being locked from the outside, and I anxiously shouted: "Let me out!"

  "Let you go?"

  It was Huo Xiao's voice, his body tightly pinned me against the wall, I struggled for a long time, but it had no effect at all, and I even shouted until my face turned bright red.

  "What are you doing always coming into my room! Let me go, did you hear?!" His body was slightly warm, I didn't know if it was because he had been drinking or not, but the faint sandalwood scent that came from his breath on my ear.

  "Aren't you eager to stay at the Huo's?" A whiff of alcohol wafted into my nostrils, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. But the sorrow that seeped out from his voice made me furrow my brow slightly.

  Suddenly his body relaxed, and before I could react, he had slid down to my feet, with heavy panting sounds, thick nasal tones, and a soft humming noise.

  "What's going on?" I turned around, nudged his body with my foot, but there was no reaction at all. His face looked somewhat painful, and I had no idea what was wrong with him. I opened the door, thinking of going to find Wang Shu to take him away. The house was very quiet, and Xiaoma had left in the afternoon, saying she had a banquet to attend.

  After searching for a long time, there wasn't even half a person in the house!

  What to do? Can't let that drunkard sleep in my house, can I? What if Little Mother comes back? My mind is a mess. Why can't I find anyone else at this time?!

  "You look like you're in a hurry!" A familiar voice came over, still cold. I was startled too, but compared to before, I wasn't as scared. Maybe this is just getting used to it.

  He stood under the wall decorated with paintings, half-tilting his head, his slender figure perfectly illuminated by the moonlight, but unfortunately, what was beneath his feet was a vast expanse of emptiness.

  I didn't intend to reason with him, turned around and was about to leave when his voice came over again: "Do you know your current situation? In my opinion, this is undoubtedly self-destruction."

  "What's wrong with your family? Can't you see that none of this has anything to do with me? Why do I always get pushed to the forefront of every issue, I just want a normal life, why can't it be me?"

  The unhappiness, loss and frustration that had been building up in my heart for so many days finally burst out. I let out a loud roar of anger! I glared at him furiously, all this was because of him! Tears just poured out like that, why can't it be me? Why did it have to be me?!

  He suddenly burst out laughing, his voice 'mingling' in that bleak white moonlight, looking desolate and powerless.

  "Really! Why is it you?"

  I didn't understand what he meant, and I looked at him until he spoke again: "How about it? Knowing that there's a cliff ahead, would you still jump without hesitation? Knowing that you'll be shattered into dust, wouldn't you turn back?"

  As for what he said, I don't understand it at all. Anyway, everything has been said, so let's just clarify everything today once and for all.

  "Why are you bothering me? Aren't you a ghost? You can make the people you hate suffer without even lifting a finger, you can kill them directly or drive them mad, anything goes, so why come looking for me?"

  He turned around, looked at me, and said after a long time: "If it's just taking her 'life', what's the point?" It was very cold, I only felt very cold, especially when he said this, the implication in his eyes made me involuntarily shiver.