[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

50: The Astrologer 04

Bam—!

The blood-soaked severed head rolled down from the piano and struck the keys with an ugly noise.

Ye JingMing even saw the sticky blood stain left on the black-and-white keys.

A gust of cold air came out of nowhere and sent a chill through his body. Only then did Ye JingMing realize his back was soaked with sweat.

The scene was so frightening that Ye JingMing was shocked and took several steps back, trembling as he took the phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight function.

He still had his wits. The whole time he kept repeating to himself that he was in a haunted house.

Sure enough, the moment the flashlight of the phone lit up, Ye JingMing clearly saw the evidence on the headless corpse.

—The neck was obviously made of plastic, splashed with what looked like red ink.

"Damn, what company decorated the haunted house this year? That prop's just way too realistic."

Ye JingMing cursed and kicked the fake head away, as if that could cover up his momentary failure to breathe.

He patted himself on the chest and felt his surprise just now was beyond humiliating.

"Damn it, where the hell is that Zong Yan kid hiding? I obviously just saw someone walk into this classroom."

Ye JingMing put his phone back in his pocket and suddenly felt something dripping on his head.

At first Ye JingMing didn't care about it, but the liquid smelled so bad that Young Master Ye couldn't help but wrinkle his brow.

"What the hell."

He casually wiped his head and looked up slowly.

There, in the black void above him, a mass of coiled tentacles opened a sinister maw lined with fangs. This hideous expression was stimulated by the presence of the creature's most coveted, mouth-watering prey.

"Ahhhhhhhhh—!"

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Zong Yan had just reached the fourth floor when he heard the scream coming from below.

Zong Yan wasn't sure how many screams he'd heard along the way, but this time it was particularly harrowing as well as vaguely familiar.

In fact, Zong Yan himself was a little scared. He normally never would have dared to approach a haunted house. After all, people who pretended to be ghosts were sometimes far more terrible than actual ones. But this was a special situation. He could only soldier on.

He shook his head, took out the crystal ball, and walked past a classmate dressed as a chainsaw maniac without a second glance.

"Senior Zong!"

The chainsaw maniac knew him and hounded him for a selfie. Zong Yan didn't have a choice but to agree.

After the photo was taken, Zong Yan had almost reached the fifth floor when he ran into someone who looked familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he decided the other person was probably a student from his class. Unfortunately, Zong Yan couldn't remember the other party's name. The only thing he knew was that he was one of Ye JingMing's crowd.

"Classmate."

The other party was looking down to send a message on his phone. Suddenly his shoulder was tapped from behind. In the middle of the dark haunted house, he jumped like a rabbit almost three feet high.