After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 32

Chapter 32

"Last time, Liu Ren and I walked into a room, and suddenly a ghost dangled from the ceiling. Liu Ren was so scared he almost wet his pants," Chang Jing said to Wen Yan while peeking inside.

"Stop slandering me. I was just stunned and didn't react in time. Besides, who was the one crying when being chased by a ghost?"

"Fu Yuan is pretty brave, not scared at all. He even started scaring the ghosts in the end."

"I've played with my classmates many times, so I'm numb to it," Fu Yuan laughed.

"You shouldn't be afraid of this, right?" Fu Yuan turned to ask Wen Yan, who was following behind.

Wen Yan was busy handling work messages on his phone. Hearing this, he looked up, "It's okay. If something suddenly pops out, it might catch me off guard."

"Then you can follow behind me."

Chang Jing and Liu Ren heard this and said, "Let me follow!"

"Let me follow!"

Chang Jing and Liu Ren rushed in front of Wen Yan.

"Then I'll just follow behind you two," Wen Yan said.

Wen Yan had never played this kind of real-life horror game before, but since it was fake, it shouldn't be too scary.

Seeing them enter through the entrance, Wen Yan followed.

He then realized that the haunted house was like a deep mansion, where sunlight couldn't reach. It was eerie, and when the wind blew, the candle flames flickered, causing the entire light to distort. In the limited light, he could see white and red lanterns hanging under the eaves.

It seemed like there was both a funeral and a wedding.

"The eldest young master of the mansion died, and his father is arranging a ghost marriage for him," Chang Jing explained to Wen Yan, "Last time, I was almost caught by the young master, but then he found Liu Ren and took him away."

"Boss, be careful," Chang Jing reminded.

Wen Yan nodded.

Then he saw several NPCs dressed as maids carrying trays, clothes, and accessories, floating past them like a gust of wind.

They all had pale faces and bright red lips.

"The ghost will come out in an hour. We need to find a hiding place. If we're caught, we lose."

"But be careful of the weaker ghosts when finding a hiding place. They appear out of nowhere and love to scare you from behind or above."

"See this wristband? If it shows your heart rate accelerating ten times, even if you're not caught to be the bride, you're still eliminated."

Fu Yuan and Wen Yan explained the basic rules.

"Boss, since it's your first time here, we'll show you around first." By this time, they had already entered the corridor of the second courtyard. Chang Jing casually picked up a candle, "I don't know if this haunted house is too realistic. Last time we came to play, it was just us a few times, and it's the same this time."

Wen Yan wasn't really focused on this, but now his heart was slightly on edge. He looked around, and whether it was the set or the lighting, it was all eerie, making him feel inexplicably oppressed.

Moreover, a chill ran down Wen Yan's back.

It felt like someone was watching him from behind…

He looked back, but the corridor behind was very dark, and he couldn't see anything…

"Do you guys feel like someone is watching us from behind?" Wen Yan asked.

"What?! Someone is watching us from behind?!" Liu Ren was so scared he jumped into Chang Jing's arms, "Help!"

Chang Jing pushed him away hard, "You're a big tough A, and you're scared like this?"

"I'll go take a look," Fu Yuan said.

After a while, Fu Yuan came back, "It's just a living NPC. He was probably the one watching us."

"Boss, don't suddenly say such scary things," Liu Ren patted his chest, "You scared me to death."

"Who told you to be so timid."

Wen Yan smiled apologetically.

He didn't mean to scare them, but he did feel a sticky gaze seeping into his bones…

Making him shiver…

They continued forward, passing by a side room with the door open, filled with gold and silver treasures.

"Don't go in. Last time we went in, and suddenly a ghost with a long tongue dangled from the ceiling."

Liu Ren didn't even dare to look and ran far away.

"Hurry up, don't get close to that room to avoid triggering the NPC," Liu Ren shouted at them.

Chang Jing and Fu Yuan were initially laughing at him, but their smiles suddenly faded, and they stopped in their tracks.

"Liu Ren, you…"

Wen Yan also took a sharp breath.

"What is it?" Liu Ren hadn't noticed yet. He touched his neck in confusion, "Why does my neck feel so cold?"

Wen Yan, afraid he might get too scared, reminded him, "Don't look back…"

But before he could finish, Liu Ren turned his head, and what he saw was a rotten human head, with a long red tongue hanging to the ground, and gray-white eyes staring unblinkingly at Liu Ren.

Liu Ren was silent for a moment, then suddenly pounced into Fu Yuan's arms, wrapping his arms around Fu Yuan's neck like a monkey climbing a tree, "Help! Help!"

Fu Yuan spread his arms, speechless.

"Just humor him," Chang Jing said gleefully.

As they continued forward, Fu Yuan and Chang Jing were in front, Liu Ren in the middle, and Wen Yan at the back.

At the slightest rustle, Liu Ren would scream like a groundhog.

Chang Jing covered his ears, "I really can't with you. At this rate, I won't be scared to death by the ghosts, but by your noise."

"I-I'm scared!"

"Not acting like a tough A now?"

"Tough A can be scared of ghosts too," Liu Ren said righteously, then asked Wen Yan.

"Boss, there's nothing behind us, right?"

After a while, no one answered him, and Liu Ren broke out in a cold sweat, "Boss, don't scare me…"

"What is it?" Wen Yan suddenly turned his head.

"Why didn't you answer just now?"

"I-I was distracted." Wen Yan looked back again.

At this moment, they were planning to check out the ghost bridal chamber, which seemed to have been set up with some kind of ritual, placing the bridal chamber at the innermost, central position of the courtyard.

And on the way to the bridal chamber, it was very quiet, and the visibility was very low, requiring each of them to hold a candle to move forward…

The candle in his hand flickered, and Wen Yan's face was slightly pale…

A cold, snake-like gaze was slowly crawling up his spine, landing on the back of his neck and earlobe. Ever since Liu Ren was scared by the human head, this gaze had been stuck on him…

But every time Wen Yan looked back, there was no one behind.

This made Wen Yan a bit uneasy. He wanted to ask if they had encountered this situation last time they played, but he was afraid of scaring Liu Ren, so he kept quiet…

Enduring the creepy gaze of the "other side"…

"This is the sedan chair for carrying the bride. If you're caught, the maids will put you inside and send you to the bridal chamber."

They arrived at the bridal chamber of the eldest young master and the bride, with a bright red sedan chair placed outside the ancestral hall.

Inside was a coffin tied with red flowers, and the room next to it was decorated with red lanterns and the character for double happiness.

It was unclear if it was a funeral or a wedding, making people uncomfortable and wanting to leave quickly.

"Liu Ren, tell us what happened when you were sent to the bridal chamber."

"Actually, nothing much. Just changed into the bride's clothes and lay in the coffin with the ghostly young master. After a while, I heard the game over sound."

"It wasn't that scary," Liu Ren scratched his head, "It's just that the atmosphere was too scary."

As they were chatting, the broadcast suddenly sounded a prompt.

"Players need to hide for an hour. If not found by the ghost within an hour, you win. If you win, you get a fine gift package from us."

"Countdown starts in ten minutes."

"Please hide quickly."

"We should hide separately, so we don't all get caught," Fu Yuan suggested.

"I'll go with…" Fu Yuan glanced at Wen Yan.

"Go with me," Liu Ren quickly interjected, "Brother, go with me, I'm really scared."

Fu Yuan was silent for a moment, "Alright."

"Chang Jing, do you want to go with me or by yourself?" Wen Yan asked.

"I can go by myself," Chang Jing thought for a moment, "I'll try playing alone."

"Then we'll split up."

After discussing, the four of them went to find their hiding spots.

The dead young master should be in the coffin, in the center of the courtyard. There were three courtyards in total.

If they hid too close, they would be found quickly. Wen Yan quickly went to the entrance and found a woodshed to hide in.

The broadcast countdown ended.

The dead young master was about to start looking for his bride.

The haunted house, already quiet, became even quieter. The lanterns and candles were blown out by gusts of eerie wind, and the entire mansion was shrouded in darkness.

Wen Yan's heart tightened, and he blew out the candle in his hand, leaning against the door with his eyes closed.

He chose this woodshed for another reason: it had another door. If the ghost found him, he could escape through the other door.

Wen Yan wasn't too nervous at this point, thinking the young master wouldn't find him so soon. But unexpectedly, within five minutes, he heard footsteps…

Wen Yan was startled. In this atmosphere, even knowing there were no such things as ghosts, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Was the dead young master here?

He comforted himself, thinking it couldn't be so fast. Maybe it was the living NPCs or some weaker ghosts…

The footsteps passed by his door and gradually faded away.

Wen Yan was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the footsteps returned.

And then stopped in front of his door.

Not moving for a long time.

The cold, wet gaze.

It was the same gaze that had been watching him…

Cold sweat dripped down his back. Could it be that the dead young master wasn't in the coffin at all, but had been following them… behind?

This thought made Wen Yan's scalp tingle.

And at this moment, Wen Yan felt the gaze grow heavier, more intense, piercing through the door and pinning him down.

Wen Yan instinctively felt fear, and amidst the fear, he smelled a strangely familiar scent. When he tried to catch it, the scent had already vanished without a trace.

It was like the scent of an alpha…

The door began to shake slightly, and Wen Yan's face turned pale. He immediately got up and escaped through the back door.

Wen Yan ran all the way to the room with gold and silver treasures before stopping.

Did he do something along the way, or say something he shouldn't have, that angered the dead young master, causing him to haunt him…

The rotten head suddenly dangled down, and Wen Yan calmly pushed it aside, continuing forward.

Compared to the persistent haunting, this head seemed almost cute.

"Boss, why aren't you hiding?" Chang Jing suddenly poked his head out from the room.

"I was almost found."

"Then hide here with me. It's pretty safe."

Wen Yan shook his head, "I'll keep moving."

He didn't want to drag Chang Jing into it.

As he left, Chang Jing, hiding in the jewelry box, saw through a crack a man in a suit, leaning on a cane.

The man exuded a non-human, chilling aura, likely the dead young master.

Chang Jing held his breath, not daring to move, but accidentally bumped the box. He thought the man would catch him, but the man didn't even glance at him and left straight away.

Chang Jing's face turned pale. The dead young master's target seemed to be Wen Yan.

And the man looked so much like… Wen Yan's husband.

Wen Yan walked a bit further and encountered Fu Yuan in the courtyard.

Fu Yuan was hiding behind a rockery.

"Where's Liu Ren?" Wen Yan asked him.

"He bumped into a ghost and ran off screaming. I don't know where he went."

"Where are you going to hide? I'll go with you."

"No need."

"It's fine. I was planning to find a safer place anyway."

"Alright then."

The lanterns in front of the ancestral hall were still lit, but as soon as Wen Yan and Fu Yuan arrived, they went out, plunging them into pitch-black darkness.

"Are you touching me?" Fu Yuan suddenly asked.

"No."

"Then who is it?" Fu Yuan's voice changed slightly, clearly scared too.

"Someone's pulling my leg."

Wen Yan heard the sound of clothes dragging on the ground, as if Fu Yuan was being dragged away. Wen Yan followed the sound, trying to grab him, but caught nothing.

Fu Yuan's cries for help grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared.

Wen Yan felt a pang of anxiety. Just as he was shocked by how scary the haunted house was designed, a cold hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. Wen Yan jolted, broke free, and tried to run.

He couldn't see anything, relying only on memory to find his way. After tripping, fabric suddenly hit his face.

Wen Yan was wondering why there was fabric when he was gently pushed from behind, falling inside.

Wen Yan felt around; it was a square space.

It seemed to be… a sedan chair…

"Young madam, we've finally found you. Please change into the wedding dress," a maid said from outside.

Wedding dress…

Wen Yan indeed felt a piece of clothing, seemingly a cheongsam from the Republic of China era.

Wen Yan's cheeks flushed. Thinking it was just a game, he didn't plan to wear it.

Unexpectedly, the maid outside started crying, "Young madam, please put it on, or the young master will punish us."

The crying was so realistic, as if the young master would really punish them. Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly put on the dress.

His chest was tightly bound, and his legs felt cold. Wen Yan awkwardly kept his legs together, then felt himself slowly rising.

Then came the sound of gongs and drums.

The sedan chair swayed as it moved forward, and Wen Yan sat inside, feeling exhausted.

It seemed he had walked right into the trap. Wen Yan wasn't upset; instead, he felt relieved. To be honest, this game was a bit too… scary.

He didn't know how long it took, but the sedan chair stopped, then tilted forward. The curtain was lifted, and the sedan chair stopped in front of a room Wen Yan hadn't seen before. He only glanced at it before a maid covered his head with a red veil.

It was as if he was really going to become the wife of the young master's ghost.

This made Wen Yan feel a bit embarrassed, but he followed the game rules and kept the red veil on.

Then he was led to the bridal chamber.

Liu Ren had mentioned that after being caught by the dead young master, they would lie in the coffin together, and the game would end.

Wen Yan wasn't too scared, even thinking of handling some work on his phone.

At this moment, the door opened, and someone came in, standing in front of him.

The person was tall, casting a shadow that completely covered Wen Yan.

Then they stared at him with an unusually obscure, wet gaze.

Wen Yan's heart beat a little faster, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

The person didn't lift his red veil, directly placing him on the bed. Wen Yan couldn't see anything, anxiously waiting for the game over prompt.

But it didn't come. Instead, he was pinned down, and a large hand reached into his cheongsam.

Wen Yan was startled, finally realizing something was wrong.

"Wait, wait a minute."