Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Fang Man’s death will likely be the greatest pain of my life.

I dreamed of slaughtering the person responsible for her death.

Now I knew who it was: the primary culprit behind the Seven Deaths for Life Exchange.

It was the man who had met me outside the villa.

Why was it him?!

His actions made no logical sense. He had helped me once, yet he was cruel enough to hire a hitman to run over my lover.

Who on earth was he?!

I had tracked this person down several times and seen him twice in my hallucinations, yet I could never see his face.

I had to find him. I had to dig him out. I had to slaughter that animal with my own hands!

“Du Yuwei, can you let me see his face? I’m begging you.”

I stared at the diary, asking this ghost for help for the first time. “He’s also one of the killers who murdered your parents. Tell me who he is, and I’ll go kill him. I can avenge your parents.”

However, the diary didn’t continue writing. In fact, even the words that had just appeared suddenly vanished.

The last page returned to a blank state, as if nothing had ever been written on it.

I waited for a long time, but the diary didn’t update, and no more images flashed into my mind.

Sighing, I closed the diary.

At that moment, a stiff hand rested on my right shoulder without warning.

The hand was rigid and freezing cold, like the hand of a corpse.

I shuddered violently. My scalp felt like it was about to explode, and my heart leaped into my throat.

Under the dim candlelight, a shadow was cast upon the wall, standing right next to mine.

In this room, besides me, there was only one other body-the corpse of Du Yuwei.

So, behind me…

Was Du Yuwei…

I swallowed hard, my emotions a chaotic mess.

If there had been a window in front of me, I would have jumped without hesitation.

Never mind the seventh floor; I would have jumped even if it were the seventeenth.

Because this was just too damn terrifying!

“Chen Mo…”

A raspy voice suddenly sounded from behind me, sounding like an asthma patient struggling to speak.

She was calling my name.

As if possessed, my body began to turn around uncontrollably.

I struggled desperately, summoning the most stubborn willpower I had ever possessed in my life.

Turning around felt worse than death itself!

But my willpower clearly wasn’t strong enough. I still turned around, and that dead face was inches away from mine…

Those pupil-less eyes stared fixedly at me.

For a moment, my soul nearly fled my body from fright, and I lost consciousness entirely.

A strange image was implanted into my mind again. This one felt even more real than the last, unfolding from a first-person perspective.

My eyes widened as I found myself lying in an operating room. Three people were gathered around me, weeping hysterically.

Those three were my father, my grandfather, and even… my mother!

I was stunned to see my mother.

I hadn’t seen her in fifteen years. Ever since she left, I hadn’t heard a word from her.

The woman I saw now looked exactly as she had fifteen years ago, completely unchanged.

Even my father looked the way he did fifteen years ago, and my grandfather looked much younger.

Their eyes were all fixed on me. They were crying with a heart-wrenching grief, as if… I were dead.

I was dead…

No!

I’m alive and well right now. How could I be dead?

When did I die?
My eyes bulged as I struggled to speak, to ask them what on earth they were crying about.

But no matter how much effort I exerted, I couldn’t open my mouth, and my body wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not dead! I’m not dead! I’m perfectly fine!”

“What are you crying for!”

Between the internal panic and my violent struggling, that diary appeared before my eyes again.

I gasped, realizing I wasn’t on an operating table at all. I was still holding the diary in my hands.

And Du Yuwei… she was sitting peacefully in her chair, eyes closed, looking serene.

From beginning to end, I had been the only one standing in front of this wardrobe.

A hallucination…

Another hallucination.

Just then, the door to the room suddenly let out a sharp click.

I looked up and saw that the door was open.

I hurriedly threw the diary back into the wardrobe and bolted out, not even bothering to close the door behind me.

By the time I ran out of the building, the sun had already risen, and people were passing through the residential complex.

I didn’t look back, running straight out of the complex.

Since I didn’t have my phone, I couldn’t call a cab or contact Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian. I had no choice but to run all the way home.

Once I got back, I rushed into the bathroom and took a hot shower to clear my head.

Stepping out of the shower, I did feel much more alert, but with that clarity came a sense of fragmentation. The things I had seen in that apartment suddenly felt surreal, as if I had just woken from a dream.

And this feeling was actually growing stronger.

I sat blankly on the sofa, starting to doubt whether I had even gone out last night.

But the diary I had seen, its contents, the image of Lv Zhengxian killing Li Xiumei, and even the sight of myself lying on the operating table-I still remembered it all vividly.

I hurried to the bedroom to grab my phone and dialed Song Xiaotian’s number.

After a moment, Song Xiaotian picked up. He sounded like he hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.

“Brother Tian, I know who hired the killer!”

…

An hour later.

Song Xiaotian, Meng Yifan, and I stood at the entrance of that residential complex once again.

I recounted everything I had encountered and seen the previous night to the two of them.

The pair of them huddled together, shivering as if they were listening to a ghost story.

“So… the Ghost of Xiaoman you saw last night was actually Du Yuwei’s Ghost?” Song Xiaotian asked, looking dazed.

I nodded. “Because Du Yuwei knew she couldn’t trick me into opening the door, she took on Manman’s appearance and did the opposite to lure me out.”

Last night, I hadn’t doubted for a second that it wasn’t Fang Man.

Even if I had harbored doubts at the time, I probably still would have chased after her because I wanted to see her again so badly.

“What is this Du Yuwei trying to do? Does she want to cooperate with us to take down Du Ruhai?” Meng Yifan frowned.

Song Xiaotian said with a grim expression, “If she hadn’t dragged you guys into this, none of this would have happened to Xiaoman.”

That was the truth, and Song Xiaotian wasn’t wrong.

But there was no way to settle scores with a ghost. We were already pitted against Du Ruhai; sooner or later, it would be either him or us.

And…

“There’s definitely someone with Du Yuwei-a living person. I just don’t know what their relationship is.”

I looked at Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan with total seriousness. “I want to go back up there and find a way to track this person down. Since they’re working with Du Yuwei, they might know the identity of the primary culprit. That person is the one truly responsible for Manman’s death. I have to make sure he dies.”