CHAPTER 900: CHAPTER 457_3

"I was just hungry and wanted to go downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat, but the entire first floor was pitch-black, not a servant in sight."

"I called out a few times and no one responded, so I decided to turn back upstairs, but... but at the staircase, I felt... someone watching me from behind!"

Her voice carried a hint of tremor:

"That feeling was so strange, not seen with the eyes, it was just... just the back of my neck felt chilly, like cold wind brushing against my skin."

"But when I suddenly turned around, there was nothing behind me, the corridor was empty!"

"What did you see?"

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept past her, scanned the dim and quiet corridor.

"Nothing, saw nothing, didn’t hear any sound either."

Bai Ling shook her head vigorously:

"But it was just that feeling, so real, so terrifying, I’m not faint-hearted, there really was something following me."

"Could it be that Black Magic Master messing around? Boss, I don’t dare stay in the room alone..."

Saying this, she looked pitifully at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng looked at her fearful appearance, then at Lin Chuqiao’s face showing "I can’t help it," and moved aside, opening the door:

"Come in, all of you."

"How could I feel good about this..."

Lin Chuqiao spoke courteously, but honestly, she pulled Bai Ling inside.

The room’s only single bed was clearly not enough for three people to rest.

"You sleep on the bed."

Fang Cheng pointed at the bed and said to them, "I’ll just meditate."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed without hesitation, still patting her chest with lingering fear.

Lin Chuqiao hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down beside her.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat subtle.

In the darkness, the sound of the three people’s breathing was clearly audible.

"Hey, boss."

Bai Ling recovered her senses and curiously asked:

"You said earlier you had ninety percent confidence, is that true? That... thing, is it really that easy to deal with?"

"Bai Ling."

Lin Chuqiao gently stopped her.

But her gaze also turned to Fang Cheng.

In the darkness, those bright eyes showed a hint of obvious concern.

Fang Cheng smiled and replied:

"Don’t you believe me yet?"

Hearing this familiar phrase, Bai Ling’s eyes instantly lit up, her tense face relaxed, and she nodded vigorously.

Lin Chuqiao’s lips also curved into a beautiful arc.

In the faint moonlight outside the window, she looked like a camellia quietly blooming in the night.

She gently shook her head, not continuing the topic.

The tacit understanding between the two did not need more words.

Lin Chuqiao and Bai Ling soon lay down on the bed with their clothes on.

Maybe they were really tired, or maybe Fang Cheng’s presence provided enough sense of security.

Not long after, the sound of their even breathing filled the room.

Fang Cheng sat down cross-legged in the center of the room again, closed his eyes, and his mind sank into his consciousness.

A blazing Great Sun slowly rose within his visualization.

A faint golden flame seeped out from beneath his skin, enveloping his entire being.

He carefully controlled this Strength, the flame was intense but did not spread outward, it did not ignite clothing nor burn the carpet underneath.

In the dark room, he looked like a golden statue emitting a soft glow.

As the visualization deepened, Fang Cheng’s perception seemed to extend silently outward along with the golden flame.

The faint sound of wind brushing against the curtains, the distant chirping of night insects, the scent of dust in the air.

Even the steady heartbeats of the two girls in the room...

Everything clearly fed back into his mind.

The night grew deeper.

The whole Chen Family Mansion seemed like a slumbering giant beast, crouching on the dark mountainside.

The oppression and eeriness covered by daytime luxury were now released without reservation.

The wind passed through the trees in the courtyard, making a wailing sound, like a woman sobbing.

On the corridor, the sensing lamps flickered, shadows stretched and twisted on the empty ground, like a struggling Ghost Shadow.

It seemed that something unseen was silently drifting down the corridor.