Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 326: Pursuit and Escape

Xu Zhifei slowly retreated, and before long, she had backed up to the stairway entrance.

Zhan Yunhong leisurely twirled the trident dagger in his hand, looking at Xu Zhifei as if she were prey.

"Tsk, Miss Xu, your eyes... are truly displeasing."

With these words, Zhan Yunhong suddenly stepped forward, thrusting the trident dagger toward Xu Zhifei’s throat.

His eyes gleamed with a cruel, blood-red hue, showing no trace of pity or tenderness.

Fortunately, something was faster than him at this moment!

A "bang—" resounded as the door flew open.

Zhan Yunhong quickly turned his head, reversing his grip to stab back with the trident dagger!

"Pfft—"

Song Que didn’t dodge; his raised palm was directly pierced through by the trident dagger!

At the same time, the force of his sidelong charge struck fiercely against Zhan Yunhong.

Zhan Yunhong clearly did not expect Song Que to be so resolute, using his hand to catch the blow directly.

For a moment, Zhan Yunhong’s trident dagger was firmly gripped by Song Que, preventing him from pulling it out of his palm, and the impact force finally reached Zhan Yunhong.

"Boom—"

Zhan Yunhong staggered, unsteady on his feet, stumbling backward.

Xu Zhifei quickly grabbed his waistband and tugged him behind the staircase, then swiftly moved aside.

A "thwack—" sound was heard.

The trident dagger was pulled out with a sound, followed by the sound of "thud thud thud thud" as it rolled down the stairs.

Zhan Yunhong was knocked by Song Que and pulled by Xu Zhifei, finally losing his balance and tumbling down the stairs.

Meanwhile, as the trident dagger was pulled out of Song Que, his forehead immediately broke out in a sweat.

His face visibly paled, the veins in his neck bulged, and the wound in his palm caused by the dagger was terrifying to behold.

Blood gushed like a fountain, unstoppable.

However, Song Que clearly had no intention of stopping to bandage it.

He squeezed his wrist and scrambled up, growling, "Go now!"

Without waiting for Xu Zhifei’s response, footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Zhan Yunhong had climbed back up again!

The two of them immediately ran towards the other end of the corridor; there was a staircase that led down to the first-floor dining room, and on the first floor... there would at least be more room to maneuver.

But it was unclear if Bai Yanliang had escaped the pursuit of that fierce ghost.

At this moment, the footsteps behind them grew louder!

"Tap tap tap tap—"

Song Que’s expression changed; he was already prepared for the worst-case scenario.

Zhan Yunhong was evidently someone who had undergone rigorous training, exceptional in both physical and combat skills. It was impossible to win against him in a direct confrontation, and he had somehow made an unknown deal with the ghost, rendering it blind to him, never attacking him. How could one possibly escape his pursuit?

Song Que thought of many solutions, yet none could be accomplished with just an injured person and a woman.

If Bai Yanliang were here, they could subdue Zhan Yunhong... Song Que couldn’t help but think of Bai Yanliang, but he also knew that Bai Yanliang’s trouble wasn’t necessarily less than his.

Could it really be that only one of them could live?

Song Que’s gaze swept over Xu Zhifei beside him, and for a moment, he suddenly felt dazed.

Xu Zhifei’s features slowly transformed, as if turning into someone long deceased... Yang Mowan.

The ever-compliant, gentle, and understanding Yang Mowan.

Song Que always believed that Wuji was fair: win and live, lose and die, the same for everyone.

He never showed a spirit of cooperation with any so-called companion, much less mourned for them.

Except... for that one time.

Song Que would never forget, lying there with her eyes wide open, Yang Mowan, torn in half, looked at him with hope and plea in her eyes.

But he... gave up.

He removed the bow-tie bandage Yang Mowan had made from his forehead and placed it into the hand she extended in her final moments.

She could not survive.

Song Que was absolutely certain of that, but after that, he couldn’t remember how many times he had dreamt.

Dreams of her outstretched hand, dreams of her eyes filled with despair.

Song Que wasn’t a novice. Regarding the partings of life and death in Wuji, he always thought he could take it lightly. He even imagined that if one day he was about to die, he wouldn’t resent anyone for not coming to save him or anything like that.

He concluded that he wouldn’t.

But after that time, Song Que became confused.

Rarely did he experience such confusion; in fact, when he first entered Wuji and discovered there were ghosts, Song Que was delighted.

He was delighted because the existence of ghosts indicated that death wasn’t the end.

For him, the greatest fear in life was thus resolved; wasn’t it a good thing?

But later, he realized that these "ghosts" were not what he imagined them to be.

The dead did not exist in another form; dead... truly meant dead.

After a relatively short adjustment period, Song Que calmed down thoroughly, thinking he wouldn’t be moved by anything anymore.

But he miscalculated.

He underestimated the weight of that somewhat comical bow-tie, once tied on his head.

Even though he returned it to her in her final moments.

Ever since that day, it seemed the bow-tie had tethered itself to his heart.

Song Que changed.

Even if he wouldn’t admit it, the old butler who watched him grow up also said so.

"Tap—"

Song Que stopped in his tracks.

Xu Zhifei noticed this and looked at him bewildered.

"Go, I’ll hold him back."

Xu Zhifei’s cold eyes widened slightly, as if seeing Song Que for the first time.

However, when he turned to face the oncoming Zhan Yunhong, an unexpected scene unfolded.

Zhan Yunhong’s face, though twisted, was not filled with anger or murderous intent but with fear and anxiety. Without even looking at the ready-to-fight Song Que, he rushed past them, charging down the stairs to the dining room.

Neither Xu Zhifei nor Song Que expected such a turn of events, and as they hesitated, a massive, terrifying figure... appeared at the far end of the hallway’s stairs.

A twisted head slowly emerged at the stairs, with two interwoven faces and a head covered with... densely packed eyes.

The bizarre and horrifying appearance left the two staring in terror.

Xu Zhifei realized why Zhan Yunhong hadn’t even glanced at them before fleeing.

The ghost had changed...

Zhan Yunhong’s bargain with it was nullified the moment it mutated.

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Song Que turned and fled.

Perhaps fate didn’t want him dead; at least, when he finally wanted to act heroically once, such an unusual situation occurred.

Facing this terrifying entity, he wouldn’t foolishly go forward intending to sacrifice himself.

Doing something rash once was enough.

Xu Zhifei heeded Song Que’s cry to flee and was already dashing down the stairs.

Thankfully, she wasn’t slow to react either, for just as that twisted head appeared at the other end of the hallway’s stairs, she too hurriedly escaped down the stairs.

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