Chapter 349 - Where Is My Hand? (2/2)

“Huang Xing…”

This time, the voice was even closer, like it was trying to drill into his mind.

“This is cursed, too cursed.” Yellow hair had been to many Haunted Houses, and this was the first time he had run into something like this. “I cannot stay here alone. I need to find the wedding dress and meet up with Sister Mao.”

He turned back into the inner hall and discovered something even scarier—Bai Qiulin had disappeared! How could a live person disappear just like that!

“Where is he?” A rare emotion rose in yellow hair’s heart—fear.

“Bai Qiulin!” Yellow hair called the man’s name as he moved into the bedroom. The room was different from others. The bed and mattress were red in color, but it did not feel auspicious; if anything, it felt bloody. It was not paint but blood that dyed the fabric.

“This looks like the room of the bride. The wedding dress should be here, right?” Yellow hair walked forward, and he saw many red threads on the ground. They were particularly conspicuous in the room filled with paper money.

He walked over those red threads to the bed. The red pillows were tossed in a messy way, and there were needles, thread, and scissors left on the bed. However, there was no wedding dress. The place that should have had the wedding dress did not have it. Huang Xing gritted his teeth. “I knew it wouldn’t be so simple.”

He lifted up the mattress, and there was an obvious bloodstain. It looked real.

“Huang Xing, look down…” When he was focused on his search, the woman’s voice appeared in his mind without warning again. When a person was highly tense, they would be spooked by a tap on the shoulder, much less a voice in their head. Yellow hair almost fell to the ground, and he grabbed the edge of the bed to stop himself from falling.

He took a deep breath, and his fists tightened. “That wasn’t an audio system! It couldn’t be!”

He twisted his arms, and his heart raced. “That voice said something else. Yes! She said look down!”

Huang Xing looked on the ground, and he realized all the red threads led to the space underneath the bed. “Underneath the bed?”

His Adam’s apple moved as he slowly squatted down. He held the edge of the bed with one hand, and his other supported his weight on the ground as he lowered his head. His sight slowly lowered, and his senses were taut. He gritted his teeth, and just as his head was about to reach the ground, a hand suddenly reached out at him!

“F*ck!” Huang Xing collapsed to the ground. He crawled backwards with fear in his eyes. “That was a chopped hand! There was no arm, just a hand!”

He had not recovered from his shock when he knocked into something on his back. Turning back to look, yellow hair saw Bai Qiulin standing behind him. “Are you trying to kill me‽ Where have you been!”

“Just walking around. By the way, what did you see under the bed?” Bai Qiulin asked with curiosity.

“A chopped hand. It doesn’t feel like it was remote-controlled. It just poked out from underneath the bed.” Yellow hair wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his calves still shaking. “We need to leave this place, come give me a hand.”

Huang Xing reached out to grab Bai Qiulin’s left hand, but he missed. Holding the empty sleeve in his hands, yellow hair’s face was blank. His brain could not process the information. “Where… where is your hand?”

His neck snapped like he had fallen headfirst from a tall building, and blood seeped from Bai Qiulin’s mouth and nose. He turned to look at his empty left sleeve, and a happy smile was on his face. “You’re right, where is my hand?”