Chapter 32 part 1

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I was actually thinking of stopping translating, but I figured that I should finish this novel before really deciding if I would stop translating altogether. I apologize for the long wait and I’m glad to be back.

It turned out that outside was a dim corridor, and various creepy sounds kept coming from both sides of the corridor, as if something was continuously hitting the iron doors, making a clanging noise.

Shen Qiaoyu’s flashlight illuminated the outside, and she could clearly see that both sides of the corridor were lined with iron doors, while inside the doors were numerous blood-stained evil spirits. Some were missing arms and legs, with flesh hanging down from their faces, while others had a pale complexion and hollow eyes, and emitted howling screams. There was even the little ghost she feared the most, half of its body wedged outside the iron door, with its dark eyes locked firmly on her.

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Here it comes again!!!

Shen Qiaoyu instantly grabbed Yan Shiqing’s arm, and before Yan Shiqing could say anything, she was pulled and ran outside.

She was panting heavily from exhaustion, but when she noticed the appearance of the two, the iron doors on both sides of the corridor were hit even more severely, and the various howling sounds sent shivers down people’s spines.

What was most important was that Shen Qiaoyu noticed that there was a red line on the ground at regular intervals. Once they stepped over that red line, the iron doors on both sides would open with a loud thud, and countless evil spirits would rush out of the doors towards them.

Shen Qiaoyu: “!!!”

This is madness, truly madness!

She could feel her heart pounding as she desperately grabbed Yan Shiqing’s arm and ran like crazy.

However, Yan Shiqing almost cried, panting helplessly, and said, “I can’t go on, my legs are so weak, I can’t run anymore.”

“What’s the big deal? They’re just a group of NPCs. Don’t be scared. If your legs are weak, then run faster!”

Although Shen Qiaoyu said this, when she saw a horde of evil spirits rushing towards them from behind, with their terrifying faces covered in blood, Yan Shiqing, with legs trembling, stood in place gasping for breath and couldn’t run at all. Out of desperation, Shen Qiaoyu suddenly lifted Yan Shiqing up and ran with all her might.

Yan Shiqing: “!!!”

She widened her eyes in shock. The other person had one arm around her waist and the other arm passed between her legs effortlessly. They ran together, her face was cold, but it turned red. Stray strands of hair fluttered in the wind, and sweat beads dripped down her cheeks, revealing a hint of desire.

At that moment, she unconsciously reached out and hugged her neck, her face blushing as she looked at her under the faint light of the flashlight. She gazed into her determined eyes, and her heartbeat grew faster and faster, almost suffocating her.

Behind them, the evil spirits continued to roar and charge, and urgent countdown sounds filled their ears.

“10, 9, 8…”

Shen Qiaoyu fiercely kicked the door, desperate and sweating profusely on her forehead.

Yan Shiqing quickly reminded her, “You have to pull the door open.”

Shen Qiaoyu: “…”

She wasn’t really scared.

She quickly pulled the door open, and the moment the door opened, the countdown immediately stopped. The dazzling sunlight outside hit their faces, making them squint their eyes.

Shen Qiaoyu quickly crossed the threshold and placed Yan Shiqing back on the ground, finally heaving a sigh of relief, feeling that the air had become better.

It was finally over…

Outside the door was a picturesque countryside, but the school behind them still had a lingering eerie atmosphere.”

Yan Shiqing sat down on the nearby chair, her legs going weak. Next to her were two rows of tables filled with supplies, the variety of items on the table making one’s eyes greedily covet them.

Shen Qiaoyu walked over to her and together they took out the hidden stickers.

There were a total of six stickers, including potato beef stew and a chocolate cake snatched from Xu Bing.

Shen Qiaoyu felt instant fulfillment, bringing over all the corresponding supplies and stuffing the chocolate cake into Yan Shiqing’s hands.

“It’s already noon, let’s eat together,” Yan Shiqing smiled at her, her slightly messy chestnut hair, and peach blossom eyes shimmering with a watery light, when looking at her, it was as if she was electrifying, captivating the heartstrings.

Shen Qiaoyu decisively opened the box of chocolate cake, splitting it in half, and started to eat her portion.

She was starving.

She devoured it hungrily, completely unaware of Yan Shiqing occasionally glancing at her, her eyes curved, and then lowering her eyelashes, seemingly casually brushing over her lips.

There was cream on her lips, which she gently licked off, leaving a layer of watery gloss on the rosy petals.

Yan Shiqing’s gaze darkened, and she wolfed down the cream on her fork as if she were devouring someone, gently licking it.

She really wanted to kiss Qiao Qiao and lick off the cream from the corner of her lips.

Lost in her thoughts, the scorching sunlight shone on her face, accentuating her snow-white complexion tinged with a hint of red, like a pink rose pressed between sheets of paper, tiny specks of golden light sparkling on her eyelashes. Even with a fork in her mouth, she looked like a static painting.

Just then, the director handed them a clue, a sentence that made no sense.

【There’s always a setting sun at the broken bridge, time never returns home】

Shen Qiaoyu: “???”

She tried to decipher the sentence and said to Yan Shiqing, “This bridge is me, the word “sun” indicates that I’m not the mole, the word “time” is you, not returning home means you’ve embarked on an irreversible path, you are the mole.”

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