Chapter 3
Chapter 3
That night, Jiang Ling was alone in his room, clutching Jiang Wei’s undergarments and panting heavily.
Suddenly, he froze.
It felt as if something had brushed against the back of his neck, light as a feather.
Drip, drip…
The sound of something liquid dripping followed.
Jiang Ling slowly turned his head-
There was nothing behind him but the warm glow of a lamp.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but his mood was ruined. Tossing Jiang Wei’s clothes aside, he went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.
However, when he looked up from the sink, a woman’s figure appeared in the mirror.
She wore a simple white dress with blue floral patterns. She looked beautiful and innocent, yet her eyes were hollow pits, constantly oozing blood.
Even more horrifying were her arms, twisted into grotesque angles, reaching out to embrace him at lightning speed-
“Jiang Ling, didn’t you say I was your favorite?”
As she spoke, she reached out and snapped Jiang Ling’s arms in the reflection, twisting them into the same mangled shape as her own.
“Aaah!!”
Jiang Ling let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed to the floor, scrambling backward with a face as pale as a sheet.
“What happened? Young Master, what’s wrong?!”
Several servants of the Jiang Family rushed into the room. They found Jiang Ling drenched in a cold sweat, pointing at the mirror and stammering, “A ghost… there’s a ghost in the house…”
The servants looked up at the mirror in unison.
There was nothing there.
I floated off to the side and looked toward the door.
Jiang Wei was standing there. Seeing the scene, a flicker of satisfaction crossed her eyes.
Her lips moved silently as she mouthed three words: “Serves you right.”