Free Web NovelChapter 690: Chapter 538: Qu Muzhi_2
"The phone can only be used inside the room; if you run outside and try to call, it won’t work. And remember, a number can be dialed only once, and at most, let it ring 5 times before you must immediately hang up!"
"what happens if you don’t hang up in time?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.
"Then the ghost will answer the call and will dial back."
The scenario played out in Yang Xiao’s mind just once, making him extremely uncomfortable. He was certain that if the ghost dialed back, it wouldn’t be that simple. Even if he turned off his phone, the ghost would instantly lock onto his location.
Soon, Yang Xiao approached the telephone from another direction. As instructed, he found a notebook laying on the table with many strange rules written in childlike scribble, similar to some kind of office regulations. Yang Xiao skimmed through it briefly to confirm the person’s words were true, and the landline number matched what the person had provided.
"How about it, will you cooperate?" the other party asked again.
"Cooperation," Yang Xiao typed back. "Let’s do as you said, I hope you keep your promise after you escape."
"Definitely!"
About a minute later, Yang Xiao and the person found their spots. Yang Xiao moved to a new hiding place, and the person should have moved close to the door by now.
"I’m ready," a message arrived on Yang Xiao’s phone.
Taking a deep breath, and knowing that much was riding on this attempt, Yang Xiao decisively dialed the red telephone. As the ringtone started, his heart raced.
"Ring, ring, ring—"
As the first ring ended, the heavy desk suffered extreme damage; in an instant, several holes appeared on its surface. At the same time, the previously ajar door was pulled open, and Yang Xiao heard very light but rapid footsteps.
Compared to the piercing ringtone, the footsteps were completely drowned out. What impressed Yang Xiao most was that the person fleeing had been pacing the rhythm of the ringing, pausing during the gaps between rings to prevent giving the ’sick ghost’ any opportunity.
"Brilliant!" Yang Xiao couldn’t help but admire the person even more.
However, from the conversation and actions, this person seemed to have escaped, and Yang Xiao was worried whether the promise made to him could be honored.
After all, he was still trapped in this room, and without the other’s support, his situation alone would be even more dangerous.
Exactly five rings later, and once the silent ringing passed, Yang Xiao immediately hung up the phone. But the next second, a nerve-wracking scene unfolded: the handset of the red telephone was mysteriously lifted, as if grabbed by an invisible hand.
However, before the handset was fully lifted, it was put down again, and calm returned to the surroundings. Despite this, Yang Xiao’s heart could not find peace; he was waiting, waiting for a promise to be fulfilled.
The door was now open, indeed, to about two-thirds, and from where Yang Xiao stood, he could directly see the corridor outside. But he dared not move, suspecting that the ’sick ghost’ had approached the door.
"Ooooooh—"
An ethereal wailing filled the air; Yang Xiao’s back pressed against the wall, his nerves taut. It seemed the ’sick ghost’ was aware someone had fled, but also that another person was still there.
"Cough... Hai Hai..."
Seconds later, a dull coughing was heard right at the door. Yang Xiao dared not breathe out loud; that ghost... was blocking the door.
There was no movement outside; time ticked away, and Yang Xiao grew anxious, messaging the person on his phone, but to his shock and despair, the messages wouldn’t go through. The person... seemed to have blocked him.
At this moment, Yang Xiao’s heart turned cold, a despairing atmosphere spread out, as if sucking away all his strength. He had persisted until now solely because he harbored hope, but now, his hope was shattered, and he had suffered a shameless betrayal!
The guy ran off, leaving him alone to await death.
Perhaps it could be said that because Yang Xiao was there, that person had the opportunity to escape.
But on second thought, it wasn’t so hard to understand. There was never any real bond between the two, just a fleeting acquaintance, merely playacting. In the end, it was all about survival, unrelated to morality, with no right or wrong, just poor worms struggling to live.
"When I get out, I’ll definitely kill you!" At this moment, the fire of vengeance even surpassed the desire to survive. Yang Xiao had to make it out alive, he had to find this guy and give him an unforgettable lesson.
Both the Ghost Duster and the kitchen knife were tools for tormenting people; he would use all his skills to let this guy know what it’s like to fall into the hands of the Great Heretic Cultivator!
"If the sick ghost can trap this guy, it might not be able to trap me. Just calm down and think of a way, I must be able to get out!" Yang Xiao encouraged himself; this was the last hurdle.
As he calmly observed his surroundings, suddenly, a noisy sound came from the hallway, distant from where he was, poor in audio quality, like an old radio.
Almost immediately, Yang Xiao felt the chill inside the room dissipate quite a bit. Roughly five minutes later, the sound of a sharp weapon poking something came from afar... the ghost... the ghost had been lured away!
Yang Xiao, who had narrowly escaped death, immediately walked outside. Crossing the threshold, he felt as if he had been reborn. He turned his head towards the depths of the corridor from where the sound had come but now, the noise was getting fainter, mingled with chaotic static. Thinking about it, he knew the radio must have been destroyed by the sick ghost, but the next second, he heard a sound that was not loud yet very crisp, the snap of a lock’s latch springing—a door was locked.
"I’ve locked it in the room, hurry, head to the corner of the first-floor lobby." A message appeared on the phone, the sender was a familiar number.
"Righteous!"
Yang Xiao almost shed tears. This guy was good, he had kept his promise. Using the radio to attract the sick ghost, he had not only saved him but also locked the sick ghost in the room. It was well done indeed.
Before long, he arrived at the corner of the first-floor lobby, a good strategic location with multiple escape routes, no need to worry about being cornered by a ghost.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Yang Xiao eagerly asked, "Brother, is that you?"
But as soon as he spoke out, the other’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt. The next second, a voice full of disbelief arose, "Are you... Captain Yang?"
"Damn!" Yang Xiao was also stunned when he heard the familiar voice, "Captain Qu?"
It had been so urgent before that Yang Xiao had not thought in this direction; who could have imagined that the person previously trapped by the ghost was Qu Muzhi.
It’s true that the two had fate on their side, both being unlucky victims cornered in a room by the sick ghost. Now, they had truly shared hardships.
However, both were cautious by nature, after all, there was still a ghost whose powers were unknown. For all they knew, it could possess the Mind Reading Technique, or perhaps impostor a comrade’s voice.
Even thinking more extremely, perhaps Qu Muzhi had already died, and the person standing before him was a ghost capable of controlling corpses. freewёbnoνel.com
People can lie about anything, but Magic Artifacts do not. Sensing each other’s intent without speaking, neither approached the other too closely. Instead, they agreed to exchange a Magic Artifact as a test, physically touching to confirm. Yang Xiao naturally handed over the Ghost Lantern, and soon, he also felt Qu Muzhi’s broken wooden spear; the spearhead was snappped off, giving it an unusual feel.
"It’s really you, Captain Qu!" It was at this moment that Yang Xiao fully confirmed the other’s identity. He never expected they would reunite like this. freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Captain Yang, it’s so good to see you," Qu Muzhi said emotionally. To say that they saved each other’s lives was no exaggeration.
After a brief exchange, they still chose to be cautious and communicated by typing. Yang Xiao learned from Qu Muzhi that he had been trapped in that room for a long time. If it hadn’t been for Yang Xiao stumbling in by mistake, he might not have lasted much longer. He had thought of every possible solution, but the sick ghost was incredibly difficult to deal with. If it focused on one person, it was almost unsolvable.
