Chapter 252 Where did this man come from?

A nearly extinguished oil lamp, glowing green, hung from the roof beam.

The black-clad man who had just disappeared was now squatting on the beam, his feet planted in the angle between the crossbeam and the vertical pillar.

Leaning forward with his head bowed, he resembled a bat hanging upside down from the eaves.

The blade was pointing downwards, and dark red liquid was dripping from its edge.

The drop spread across Chen Kai's official robe shoulder.

When Wen Yan saw this, she opened her mouth but didn't dare to make a sound; tears welled up in her eyes first.

Su Wuli only hesitated for a second before pulling Wen Yan towards the back door of the ancestral hall, with Chen Kai following behind.

The dark figure tumbled down from the beam, its body swaying, its shoulders tilting unevenly.

He twisted his body and chased after them.

The speed was much faster than before. Just a moment ago we were next to the offering table, and now we were in the middle of the ancestral hall.

The three of them were now scattering in panic.

Chen Kai grabbed Wen Yan's arm and ran down the corridor to the left, causing Wen Yan to stumble slightly.

His shoe fell off, and he was running barefoot.

Su Wuli's mind went blank and she ran to the right, turning into a narrower corridor after a couple of steps.

There were several doors at the end of the corridor. She pushed one open, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her.

The room was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

I ran so fast that I don't know where I left the lantern.

Su Wuli leaned against the door, panting heavily, her hand still slowly groping along the door.

Find the bolt and insert it.

She crouched down and felt around on the floor; the floor was wooden and a little damp.

He crawled forward a few steps and touched a hard object.

It's round and smooth, like a vase.

Gently move the vase aside and continue climbing forward.

If your finger touches the edge of the cabinet, it's a wardrobe.

She opened the cabinet door and cautiously swept her hand inside.

empty.

Su Wuli quickly shrank back inside and closed the cabinet door, leaving a crack for herself to breathe.

It was very dark inside the cabinet; I couldn't see anything.

She hugged her knees and buried her face in them, her heartbeat amplified infinitely inside the closet.

Footsteps could still be heard outside.

Each sound was drawn out, as if deliberately being tormented.

The sound came from the other end of the corridor and paused briefly as it passed the door of the side room.

Su Wuli held her breath instantly, her fingers gripping the fabric on her knees.

A moment later, the footsteps faded into the distance.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

Hide well and don't make a sound.

Su Wuli is calmer than I expected; I would have screamed by now.

That man in black was terrifying.

It's so dark inside the closet, won't she be scared?

Oh my god, I really want to jump into the screen and protect her.

Su Wuli looked up from inside the cabinet, her eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness.

After waiting for a long time until there was no sound outside, she opened the door and came out of the closet.

I don't know if it was because my legs went numb from squatting for so long, or because I was scared.

Her legs felt a little weak when they touched the ground, so she quickly used her hands to brace herself against the cabinet door to steady herself.

The room was still dark, but once my eyes adjusted, I could vaguely make out the general outlines of the furniture.

Su Wuli reached for the door, pulled the bolt, and peeked out through a crack.

The corridor was empty; Wen Yan and Chen Kai had disappeared.

She couldn't stay in one place forever, so she took a deep breath and stepped out the door.

I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but it was still quite noticeable in the excessively quiet corridor.

As she walked, for some reason, Su Wuli felt that something was watching her from the shadows.

I couldn't help but stop and look back, but there was nothing behind me.

She took another step forward, but the feeling of being watched persisted, like an invisible thread tethering the back of her head.

Fear rose within her, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.

They were walking almost touching the wall.

My back rubbed against the cold brick surface, the chill seeping through my clothes and raising goosebumps.

There was a light about to go out at the corner.

Just as Su Wuli was about to turn the corner, a dark figure suddenly appeared from the other side of the corner.

The person, dressed in black and masked, tilted their head, revealing an eye that was mostly white with little black, the pupil shrunken to a point.

The knife was held horizontally in front of him, and the dark red liquid was still dripping down.

"Ah..." Su Wuli screamed instinctively before her mind could even process what was happening.

Without thinking of anything else, he turned and ran.

Footsteps followed closely behind, neither too fast nor too slow.

They ran to a half-open vermilion wooden door.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the door and grabbed her wrist.

Su Wuli's pupils contracted, and a scream burst from her throat.

The next instant, he was pulled inside the threshold.

She bumped into a warm chest without warning, and strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Shh." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath carrying a whisper, "Don't be afraid, be good."

Su Wuli's mind went blank for a moment, and then she couldn't hear anything anymore.

The hand gently massaged the top of her head, then moved down to the back of her head.

Su Wuli buried her face in his chest, inhaling the unique scent of a man.

She hugged her narrow waist tightly, tears welling up uncontrollably.

The voice, muffled in his chest, said, "How terrifying..."

His arms tightened a little. "I'm not afraid anymore."

Su Wuli's tears stained his clothes.

The live stream chat was exploding with comments, making the screen almost completely obscured.

【Hey? Who is this?】

Holy crap, where did this man come from?

Who is this? Is he a guest? Aren't there six guests?

[Judging from their costumes, they're in ancient attire. Are they NPCs arranged by the production team?]

[Why are NPCs hugging people like this?]

Su Wuli seemed to recognize him; she didn't push him away.

[Wait, wasn't Kiriri quite calm just now? Why is she crying now?]

Who is this man? I can't see him clearly.

[They clearly know each other. This guy is so gently comforting Su Wuli, telling her not to be afraid. Could they be just friends?]

Due to the camera angle, Yu Chen's face was hidden in the shadows, with only his chin and half of his shoulder showing.

His large hand was still on the top of her head, his thumb rubbing against her hairline.

Su Wuli's shoulders were still trembling, and his tears soaked his chest.

Yu Chen looked down at the top of her head; in the darkness, only the outline of her jaw was faintly visible.

His lips moved slightly but he didn't make a sound; he simply pulled her closer to him.

The corridor was quiet, and the man in black was gone.

After venting her anger, Su Wuli lifted her head from the man's arms, her mind slowly clearing from its fog.

She glanced at the hidden camera in the corner, its red indicator light flashing on and off.

Her body stiffened for a moment, and she looked down at herself.

She was held tightly in Yu Chen's arms, and she had just been sobbing in his embrace.

Su Wuli quickly raised her hand to cover the microphone clipped to her collar.

Yu Chen looked down and saw her covering the microphone, and his brows twitched.

She grabbed his sleeve with her other hand, keeping her voice as low as possible.

"It's being broadcast live right now, and a lot of people are watching."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why does that sound so familiar?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli was taken aback, then suddenly remembered something.

My heart, which was initially racing with fear, has now taken on a completely different meaning.

As she was lost in thought, the man leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Quite a few spectators today?"