Chapter 400: Chapter 309: Tricky Silk – I Still Have an Ultimate Move (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2
“Brother?” Meng Tingting’s voice seemed to carry a chillingly demonic quality that made one’s scalp tingle upon hearing it.
Meng Hang was terrified, laying under the bed, involuntarily biting the back of his right hand to keep himself from making any noise, but his whole body wouldn’t stop shaking.
Meng Tingting stood in front of where he was lying for a while, then her feet began to turn as if she was preparing to look elsewhere.
Meng Hang’s eyes were glued to those cotton slippers, and the intense tension and fright had caused him to break out in a cold sweat, beads of which rolled down his forehead and into his eyes.
He softly closed his eyes and wiped them slowly, then immediately reopened them.
The moment he opened his eyes, what he saw was Meng Tingting’s terrifying, injured face.
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“Brother!”
She had somehow squatted down, looking under the bed with a smile on her face.
Meng Hang was so scared he couldn’t make a sound; he just hurriedly scrambled backward, and after getting out from under the bed, he quickly stood up.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Meng Yongshou walked out with a calm expression.
“Dad, sis… something’s wrong with her… her… bones…” Meng Hang pointed at Meng Tingting, stammering incoherently.
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Before Meng Yongshou had entered the bathroom, he had told Meng Tingting to be careful not to dirty the bed, so after the couple went into the bathroom one after the other, Meng Tingting simply stood up and began to eat stir-fried rice noodles near the bedroom door.
She was indeed famished, her stomach churning, having vomited violently earlier, those expelled contents had thoroughly nauseated her.
It took a while for her mood to stabilize, and now she finally felt somewhat relieved.
Thankfully, when she swallowed the goldfish, she was unconscious; otherwise, the nauseating feeling might have been even stronger and could have stayed with Meng Tingting for her entire life.
As she ate the rice noodles, her back was to Meng Hang.
Meng Hang was sitting on the bed, and Meng Tingting had no idea what he was doing.
At this moment, she had no time to pay attention to Meng Hang; she was very tired and planned to go back to bed to sleep after eating.
However, going back to her own bedroom to sleep was out of the question. Meng Tingting was frightened and had already decided that until the Exorcist came to deal with the strangenesses in the house, she was determined not to sleep alone, she had to stick with her parents no matter what.
While she was eating, a laugh suddenly came from not far behind her.
“Hehe—”
The laughter was Meng Hang’s.
Meng Tingting thought he was looking at his phone and must have seen something funny, so she didn’t pay him any mind.
About a few seconds later, another “hehe” burst of laughter came, followed by Meng Hang’s voice, “Sister, come find me.”
Meng Tingting was startled, stopped eating her rice noodles, and slightly lifted her head, thinking to herself, “What the hell is this foolish brother of mine doing?”
She turned around and saw that Meng Hang, who had been sitting on the bed, was nowhere to be seen.
Looking around, she noticed a slight bulge in the floor-to-ceiling curtain by the bed, and the shape vaguely resembled a person.
“Hehe, come and find me quickly.” Meng Hang’s voice came once more.
To Meng Tingting, the voice sounded eerily hollow as if coming from all directions, unable to pinpoint the source, nor could she tell if it definitely came from behind the curtain.
“Come out already, who’s in the mood for hide and seek at this time?” Meng Tingting spoke up.
The silhouette behind the curtain did not move or speak, just standing there.
“Did you hear me, Meng Hang, come out quickly.” Meng Tingting assumed the authoritative pose of an elder sister.
The curtain rustled slightly, but Meng Hang still did not appear.
“You brat.”
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Meng Tingting put the rice noodles she was holding down on the dressing table and walked over in a few steps.
As she got close, she could see the curtain twitch gently again, as if the person inside had unconsciously shrunken toward the window when they realized she was approaching.
Just then, Meng Tingting suddenly became hesitant, an ominous feeling enveloping her heart like a shadow.
Recalling the scene of Meng Hang gnawing at the keyboard at the computer desk, Meng Tingting shivered and, summoning her courage, shouted loud, “Come out now, why are you hiding here?”
As she spoke, she reached out, grabbed the floor-to-ceiling curtain, and yanked it open.
The curtain flipped up to reveal nothing behind it, completely empty.
Meng Tingting was stunned on the spot.
“Hehehe—”
The familiar laughter suddenly resounded again, but this time Meng Tingting heard it clearly—the voice was coming from under the bed.
“Sister, I’m here.”
The voice of Meng Hang now sounded incredibly eerie to Meng Tingting.
With her level of courage, it was impossible for her to dare to look under the bed for Meng Hang.
So when she heard Meng Hang’s voice again from under the bed, her entire body trembled, and she turned to run toward the bathroom door.
After all, her parents were still inside; it felt much safer there.
But just as she lifted her right foot, an arm reached out from under the bed and suddenly grabbed her ankle.
Meng Tingting screamed in terror.
Yet Meng Hang’s voice followed, “I’m not playing anymore, sister, pull me out.”
Meng Tingting paused, her fear beginning to fade, and a look of astonishment appeared on her face.
The arm from under the bed was still holding her ankle, but hearing Meng Hang say this, Meng Tingting’s fear wasn’t as intense as before.
Maybe he really was just trying to scare her, messing around with her.
She slowly squatted down and looked under the bed, but saw nothing, and said, “Give me your other hand.”