I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

She clutched her chest, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling as she pointed at him.

"You, you, you—"

Qi Ye pulled the funny face back, laughing so hard she was doubled over, unable to straighten up while holding her back.

"Hahahaha—March, I'll remember that expression of yours for a year—hahahahaha—"

"Qiye!"

On March 7th, she finally regained her voice.

"Are you crazy?! Why are you scaring me like that?! My heart is about to stop!"

"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of ghosts?"

"I said I wasn't afraid! I didn't say I wouldn't be scared! How could you be so despicable!"

"I was just helping you verify it," Qi Ye said, still smiling. "It turns out you're not afraid of ghosts, you're afraid of me."

On March 7th, her chest heaved violently with anger, and she grabbed a withered leaf from the ground and threw it at him.

Qi Ye dodged to the side, and a withered leaf flew past his ear and landed on the broken jar behind him.

"You wait," March 7 said through gritted teeth. "When I get back, I'll tell Sister Himeko that you pretended to be a ghost to scare me in the middle of the night."

"Go and tell them."

Qi Ye wasn't flustered at all.

"Sister Himeko will only let me have one cup of coffee at most."

I've already tried it once, and I'm immune to it now.

"you--"

The rest of the conversation was interrupted by a muffled thud.

The two of them fell silent at the same time and looked in that direction.

Under the moonlight, a faint light shone through a crack in a door at the end of the corridor.

"Star?" Qi Ye called out.

No one answered.

The slight embarrassment and annoyance she felt on March 7th vanished instantly. She quickly walked to Qi Ye's side and lowered her voice:

"Is someone in that direction?"

Qi Ye nodded, and the smile on her face disappeared.

He took two steps toward the crack in the door, then stopped and glanced back at March 7th.

The moonlight shone on half of his face, and his expression suddenly became very serious.

"Little March".

"what?"

"I'm afraid."

March 7th paused for a moment: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts."

When Qiye said this, she didn't blush or skip a beat.

"It's so dark here. I feel uneasy walking ahead by myself."

March 7th stared at him for a few seconds, then laughed in exasperation.

"You're scared? Why weren't you scared when you pretended to be a ghost and scared me?"

You rolled your eyes like a real ghost, and now you're telling me you're scared?

“Just now was just now, and now is now. I hadn’t seen the crack in the door just now.”

Now that I see it, I'm sure there's something inside.

Don't give me that.

"Really." Qi Ye extended her hand to her. "You go first."

"If you're afraid, why are you standing in front of me?"

"I haven't returned yet. Come here, let's switch places."

March 7th was so angry she laughed, and stood still, saying, "Come here yourself."

"Come here."

"Come here!"

"Let's go together."

Qi Ye stopped arguing with her and took two steps back to stand beside her.

Before March 7th could even speak, he grabbed her wrist.

"what are you doing?"

“When two people walk side by side, their yang energy is strong, so they are not afraid of ghosts,” Qi Ye said confidently.

On March 7th, she tried to shake him off twice but couldn't, so she just let him be, since she was also very scared.

Chapter 219 Corpse

The two of them moved step by step along the corridor toward the crack in the door.

There was a bamboo grove in front of us, and the light coming through the crack in the door was coming from the bamboo grove.

"Suiyuan also has a bamboo grove?" March 7th asked in a low voice.

“It’s normal for a big house to have a garden in the back.”

Qi Ye pulled her into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves overlapped layer upon layer, and the wind whistled through the gaps.

On March 7th, he subconsciously raised his other hand and hugged Qiye's hand.

After walking a few steps, the bamboo forest suddenly thinned out, and a small clearing appeared in front of us.

Qi Ye stopped walking.

March 7th peeked out from behind him: "What's wrong?"

Qi Ye stared at the open space for several seconds, then slowly raised his other hand and pointed forward.

"Little March, look, isn't that a corpse?"

On March 7th, he looked in the direction he was pointing.

Two dark, blurry shapes emerged from the pile of bamboo leaves, but were clearly outlined as two human figures.

One lay on its back, the other curled up on its side, both motionless, as if they had been dead for a long time.

March 7th's pupils contracted.

"what!"

She threw herself into Qi Ye's arms, burying her face in his chest and closing her eyes tightly.

Qiye looked down at the pink head buried in her chest.

Both hands remained in the pointing position for a while before slowly lowering them.

"Why would I lie to you? It's real, damn it."

"Then let's run!"

On March 7th, she finally raised her head and grabbed him, dragging him backward.

"Why are you running?" Qi Ye said. "Maybe it's Xing and Uncle Yang."

"Why are Xing and Uncle Yang lying here! Shouldn't they be standing?"

"What if he gets beaten down?"

"Then we have to run! If the two of us go there, we'll just be food for the enemy who can beat Uncle Yang down!"

"Calm down," Qi Ye said, pressing down on her shoulder.

"Look at those two people, their clothes are all the wrong colors,"

March 7th paused for a moment, then mustered up the courage to glance at it again.

"...It seems so."

The two mustered their courage and continued forward.

March 7th gripped Qi Ye's arm, shrinking behind him and only peeking out half her head.

The two pieces of corpse were getting closer and closer, and their outlines were becoming clearer and clearer.

The one on the left is lying on his back, dressed in light brown with the Cloud Cavalry pattern embroidered on his cuffs.

The one on the right is curled up on her side, her red performance costume is wrinkled, and her hair is scattered all over the floor.

Qi Ye paused in his steps.

"...Wait a minute."

March 7th peeked out from behind him: "What's wrong?"

"Look at these clothes."

On March 7th, after taking a closer look, he was stunned.

"Isn't this... Li Sushang and Gui Naifen?"

Qi Ye squatted down and patted the hand:

"Li Sushang? Wake up."

The person lying down didn't move. He then patted the other red sleeve:

"Gui Naifen? Time to get up and go to work."

Gui Naifen's fingers twitched, then she rolled over, mumbling incoherently:

"...Stop fooling around, sleep for another five minutes..."

On March 7th, he let go of Qiye's arm, took half a step forward, squatted down, and took a closer look.

Li Sushang didn't sleep; she had truly fainted.

His face was pale, his chest was still rising and falling, and his breathing was quite even.

"Why are they lying here?"

March 7th reached out and patted Li Sushang's cheek, "Li Sushang! Li Sushang, wake up!"

Li Sushang's eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened them a crack. Her gaze remained unfocused for a while before finally refocusing.

She stared at March 7's face for two seconds, then suddenly jolted and jumped up.

"Who's there! What are you doing! I'm on guard! I'm not asleep!"

She bounced so hard that her forehead collided directly with March 7's chin.

March 7th let out a loud "Aww!" and leaned back, almost hitting the back of Qiye's knee with the back of her head.

Qi Ye dodged backward, and Li Sushang also swayed, the three of them becoming a chaotic mess in the bamboo forest.

"Are you alright?" Li Sushang covered her forehead and hurriedly went to help Sanyueqi.

March 7th rubbed her chin, tears welling up in her eyes:

"How come your head is so hard?!"

"I...I didn't mean to! I thought it was an enemy attack!"

"What enemy attack! It's me! March 7th!"

Li Sushang finally came to her full senses and looked around.