Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Poetry and wine are on the sidelines.

Narita, who had been so confident just moments before, was now standing beside her, unconsciously pulling his light khaki wool hat down a little.

She gripped the straps of her handbag tightly with both hands, her purple-gold eyes fixed on the dark doorway, and her horse ears on her head were completely flattened into airplane ears, pressed tightly against the sides of her hat.

Poetry and Wine looked at her trembling appearance, a hint of helplessness and tenderness flashing in their eyes.

'Is Naritaji afraid of crows?'

"Fear can be replaced."

She said softly.

"No, I'm not afraid!"

Narita took a deep breath, forced himself to straighten his chest, and spoke in a voice that was much louder than usual.

"I came here to scout out the place so I could experience all the attractions! I'll lead the way!"

"Also, the staff just said that Ma, Ma Niang, can't take this seriously, otherwise it will hurt the staff."

After saying that, she took stiff steps and led the way into the queuing channel.

As you step into the mansion, the moment you lift the heavy black velvet curtain to block out the light, a cool breeze mixed with a faint blue glow hits you.

The light suddenly dimmed to the point where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and the retro wall lamp flickered on and off.

Naritaji's steps slowed down dramatically the moment he crossed the threshold, until he retreated to a position completely alongside poetry and wine.

In the darkness, Poetry and Wine felt the shoulder strap of their backpack on the left side being gently gripped by two trembling fingers.

She turned her head and, by the dim light, saw that Naritaji's expression was tense, and he was staring straight ahead without looking to the side.

"Um, that, Mr. Jiu."

The blonde girl's voice trembled slightly as she lowered it.

"It's too dark inside, I'm afraid we'll get separated... Can I tug on your bag strap a little, please?"

Poetry and Wine looked at their class monitor, who usually exuded the aura of a protagonist, with a sense of helplessness. At this moment, he was clutching his bag strap like a child afraid of the dark.

She didn't utter a word to expose the other person's last bit of bravado, but simply slowed her pace by half a beat, matching Naritaji's stiff stride.

"Ah."

The sounds of poetry and wine sounded exceptionally calm and peaceful to Naritaji's ears.

"Stay close."

With a creaking sound that made your teeth ache, the two entered the interior of the mansion.

The corridor was narrow and dark, and the wooden floorboards creaked underfoot with every step.

Most of the vintage wallpaper on the wall has peeled off, revealing the slightly moldy wall underneath, and the air is filled with a lingering, musty wood scent.

Naritaji's fingers gripped the backpack strap tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

The blonde girl breathed very softly, and the horse ears on her head twitched nervously in mid-air like radar, trying to catch any movement in the darkness.

"Thud, thud..."

The ethereal sound of dripping water came from somewhere.

Narita froze, her steps halting abruptly, and even the poetry and wine she was clutching stopped.

Poetry and wine did not urge each other on, nor did they turn around; they simply stood quietly in place, patiently waiting.

"N-nothing, it's probably just special effects sound..."

Narita gave a dry explanation, then took a deep breath, as if hypnotizing herself, before daring to move forward any further.

Suddenly, as I passed by a huge vintage oil painting, the eyes of the noblewoman in the painting suddenly lit up with a ghostly green light.

Immediately afterwards, the hidden door next to them popped open with a "bang," and a disheveled, pale-faced "vengeful spirit" rushed straight towards the two of them with an extremely shrill scream.

"Alas--!"

Narita Road let out a short, mournful cry.

Her fingers, which had been tentatively gripping the bag strap, suddenly loosened.

The golden-haired class monitor, like a startled rabbit, instinctively lunged forward, grabbing Shi Yu Jiu's arm tightly with both hands, and subconsciously shrinking most of his body behind the black-haired girl.

The fluffy horse ears pressed tightly against Poetry and Wine's shoulders, and even through the fabric, Poetry and Wine could feel the soft touch of those ears.

Faced with the sudden close proximity, Poetry and Wine didn't even budge an inch.

Her dark eyes were calm as she quietly watched the "vengeful spirit" that was less than ten centimeters from her nose.

The black-haired girl didn't scream, didn't back down, and didn't even change the slightest bit of her breathing.

After a brief silence.

The NPC who was dressed as a ghost seemed to be silenced by the tourist's extremely rare composure.

The piercing scream was stuck in the small speaker she was carrying, and her originally frantic movements were awkwardly frozen in mid-air.

The eerie green light shone on their faces, creating a very strange scene.

The NPC broke out in a cold sweat the moment he saw the two horse girls in front of him.

Main character: Chapter 324 I don't like it

'How could there be two horse girls?!'

The NPC was so frightened by the poetry and wine and Narita Road that he dared not move, fearing that he might accidentally scare the two girls in front of him into a panic and punch him into a 'ghost-chan'.

Looking at the other person's incredibly realistic special effects makeup, Poetry and Wine nodded politely and said in a calm tone.

"Thanks for your hard work."

NPC:

"..."

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The NPC silently withdrew his withered hand and slowly, mechanically retreated into the hidden door.

Then the other person slammed the door shut again, their actions suggesting a sense of helplessness.

The corridor returned to darkness and silence.

Poetry and Wine turned his head slightly and glanced at the blonde girl who was tightly hugging his left arm and burying her face completely behind his shoulder.

"You can go now."

Narita cautiously opened one eye and looked around warily.

She breathed a long sigh of relief after confirming that the terrifying thing she had just seen had really disappeared.

But she showed no sign of letting go of Poetry and Wine's arms; instead, she held on even tighter because of the fright she had just experienced.

"Wine, wine wine..."

Narita's voice was soft and weak, and she spoke with a hint of fear on her face.

"I don't think the bag strap is very secure, it's better if you just hold onto my arm... this way, this way it'll be easier for me to protect you!"

He said "I'll protect you" without any confidence, and Narita looked guilty.

Poetry and Wine didn't expose her lame excuse. She slightly moved her left arm, adjusting the position to make it easier for Narita to hold her.

This contact is no longer a big deal to her.

"it is good."

The black-haired girl responded softly, then, wearing the trembling golden humanoid pendant, continued to stroll leisurely through the ghost mansion.

The next ten minutes became a time for leisurely strolls with poetry and wine, and a time of suffering on Narita Road.

Neither the spider model that suddenly fell from the ceiling nor the headless knight that sprang up at the corner could stir the slightest ripple in Shi Yujiu's eyes.

She was like an emotionless, godlike leader, calmly reviewing the work results of each NPC.

Narita, who was clinging tightly to her arm, dutifully provided all the gasps, trembling, and gasps throughout the entire process.

Finally, a ray of light appeared ahead, symbolizing the exit.

As the last heavy, dark red curtain was lifted, the bright afternoon sunlight shone upon the two of them once more.

The surrounding area was bustling with tourists, and the fresh air instantly replaced the oppressive musty smell in the mansion.

Narita Road seemed to come alive again, breathing in fresh air in large gulps.

She slowly loosened her grip on Shi Yujiu's arm, and the horse's ears, which had been pressed tightly against her head, finally dared to stand up again, though they were still trembling slightly with unease.

Recalling her behavior inside, a suspicious blush quickly spread across the blonde girl's fair cheeks.

"that……"

Narita awkwardly pulled down the brim of his hat, his eyes darting around, but he didn't dare look into Shiyujiu's eyes.

The blonde girl is trying to regain some of her authority as class monitor.

"The air conditioning inside is so strong, I can't help but shiver, haha..."

Poetry and Wine stretched their left arm, which had become numb from being held so tightly for so long.

Looking at Narita's guilty look as he tried to save face, a rare smile appeared in her eyes.

"Ah."

Poetry and wine followed her words perfectly, their cool voices remaining as calm as ever.

"It was really cold. I was lucky that the class monitor held me, otherwise it was too dark inside and I might have gotten lost."

The perfectly timed step made Narita Road pause for a moment.

She looked up and met the clear, calm black eyes of Shi Yujiu. The slight embarrassment in her heart was instantly replaced by a warm sense of security.

"of course."

Narita Road has regained its usual vitality and patted its chest in relief.

The horse ears on her head twitched twice, and her eyes regained their sparkle.

"Leave the scouting to me. Next... wait, Mr. Jiu, were you just laughing?"

Poetry and Wine quickly suppressed their smiles and resumed their cool demeanor.

She put one hand back into her pocket and pretended to walk forward.

No, you're mistaken.

“I definitely laughed, I saw it.”

Narita immediately caught up and circled around Poetry and Wine, completely forgetting his fear of the haunted house.

"Smile again, Jiu-san! You look so beautiful when you smile!"

"...It's too noisy, where to go next?"

"Then let's go play the teacups; that's absolutely not scary."

The two walked side by side on the tree-lined path leading to the Spinach coffee shop, and the atmosphere became light again.

Naritaji's steps were light, and his face was full of excitement. The way he had huddled up in the Ghost Mansion just now seemed like some kind of illusion.

As she walked, she enthusiastically mimicked the actions of the NPC she had just seen.

"That ghost appeared from such a tricky angle! You didn't even blink, Mr. Jiu! That's amazing!"

Poetry and Wine, with one hand in his pocket, said somewhat boredly.

"The wig was of poor quality and it gave itself away."

"Huh? You even noticed such a detail..."

Narita slumped his shoulders in frustration, but then, as if he had discovered a new continent, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his purplish-gold eyes widening slightly.

Poetry and wine followed her gaze.

A pink and white mobile wooden shelf stood by the roadside, filled with all sorts of amusement park limited edition headbands. A salesperson stood next to it, looking at the two of them with ingratiating eyes.

Under the midday sun, the sequins and velvet looked particularly dazzling.