Chapter 173: Chapter 173: My Dear Chapter 173: Chapter 173: My Dear Wang Yao was in the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, wanting to soak in a hot bath to wash away the fatigue and ill-fortune of the past few days.
However, as soon as he took off his clothes, Wang Yao felt a chill breeze sweep across his back.
It was as if soone with a block of ice was sliding it over his body.
This is way too cold!
Wang Yao instinctively checked the temperature in the bathroom; it was normal.
In this weather, the temperature in the bathroom wasn’t low; after running the hot water, it even had risen a bit.
But for so reason…
Standing in the bathroom, he didn’t feel hot at all, but rather a bit chilly.
This feeling was so strange…
Wang Yao rubbed his arms and suddenly, his body stiffened.
While rubbing his arms, he distinctly felt a pair of icy hands glide across them.
His fingertips touched a patch of coldness…
That temperature definitely wasn’t normal for a human!
Wang Yao imdiately froze on the spot, slowly lowered his head, and glanced at his arms, which clearly had nothing on them.
Could he have felt it wrong?
Wang Yao swallowed and rembered Jiangli’s words, thinking, this shouldn’t be happening so soon, should it?
He had run all the way from H City to F City.
Even if there really was a ghost, she couldn’t possibly have followed him here, right?
Wang Yao was feeling unsettled and quickly turned on the hot water, placing his hands under it, wanting to rinse with hot water.
Just rinse with hot water, and surely everything would be okay!
Wang Yao comforted himself.
However, the mont he put his hands under the water, he realized sothing was off with the water coming out of the faucet.
The water wasn’t clear; mixed in were strands and wisps of sothing black and shiny, like… strands of long hair!
A woman’s hair!
Wang Yao’s face turned ashen, and he quickly withdrew his hands, throwing off the hair that landed on them.
Yet the hair clung to his hands as if it were growing from them.
No matter how much he shook his hands, that hair remained firmly stuck to them.
What in the world was this?!
Wang Yao felt weak all over, desperately trying to tear away the hair.
The hair stubbornly clung to his hands.
As he tried to pull the hair off, it suddenly started to move.
It seed to co alive, stretching out endlessly.
It was like countless soft, boneless hands of a woman clinging to Wang Yao’s arms, caressing him bit by bit, inching towards his chest and neck.
It felt like the teasing and playfulness found between lovers.
Wherever the hair touched, it was like an extrely soft, ice-cold snake sliding over Wang Yao’s body.
He couldn’t feel any of the ambiance that should exist between lovers, only full-hearted terror and panic.
He struggled frantically, imrsing his hands in the bathtub, trying to rub off the hair.
But it was no use.
The hair on his hands only grew more and more.
“My dear—”
As Wang Yao writhed in agony, a strand of hair floated to his ear, bringing with it a faint chill, blowing on his earlobe.
Wang Yao’s nerve spasd several tis, and all the nerves below his earlobe stiffened instantly.
Was he hallucinating?
Wang Yao hoped it was a hallucination, but he knew it was definitely not just a hallucination.
What, what shall I do?!
Wang Yao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his heart feeling as though it was about to jump out of his chest.
Hadn’t the Abbot told him there was no problem…
Why was this female ghost still clinging to him?
Right!
Wang Yao’s eyes lit up as he suddenly rembered sothing.
The amulet given to him by the Abbot!
He had always kept the amulet in his clothes pocket.
When he ca in to take a bath and undressed, he threw his clothes into the laundry basket next to the washbasin.
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