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Ning An's Wild Wish System

Chapter 386 - 227: Master, If You Want to Read Faces Next Time, Make Sure She Removes Her Makeup First
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Chapter 386: Chapter 227: Master, If You Want to Read Faces Next Time, Make Sure She Removes Her Makeup First

"Money and treasure stir the soul; the extraordinary cannot be defied."

Looking at the scenery outside the car, Lin Baiwei sighed, feeling a little lost inside.

"Dad, why are you watching TV without the lights on? Be careful of your eyes."

Lin Baiwei walked into the living room and casually remarked upon seeing the dim room.

At this moment, Lin Yanke’s father was sitting on the sofa, his body deeply sunken into the couch, seemingly blending with the surrounding darkness.

His body was directly facing the television, seemingly very focused on the content, perhaps too engrossed to have heard Lin Baiwei.

Lin Baiwei didn’t pay much attention, she changed her shoes and went back to her bedroom.

Her greatest motivation now was to expose the true face of this impostor.

The middle-aged man on the sofa didn’t move at all, his body sank too deep, and unless you stood right in front of him, all other angles where the face should be visible were obscured, making his appearance unclear.

Not only the living room, but the lights in other places were also off, except for the hazy glow of the television, everything was in darkness.

Even the brightness of the television was turned to the lowest, squinting to look still made it very blurry.

"Dad, what’s wrong with you?" Lin Baiwei was about to walk around to the front and turn on the living room lights.

But suddenly, she saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet beside the TV.

Instantly, her hand froze.

In the portrait, a middle-aged man with an indistinguishable face sat upright and rigid, looking straight ahead.

Precisely in Lin Yanke’s direction.

Just like the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, motionless, serious, and rigid, as if truly watching the television content intently.

It all seemed quite ordinary, nothing appeared to be amiss.

However, watching TV in darkness isn’t something a health-conscious middle-aged man would typically do.

And from the time Lin Baiwei returned home up to now, this middle-aged man had maintained the same posture without any change.

For a normal person, this would be impossible!

Lin Baiwei’s body felt somewhat stiff.

Her father was fine, so why would he watch TV with the lights off?

Did he ever have this habit before?

Looking again at the portrait hanging on the cabinet, Lin Baiwei felt even more uneasy in her heart.

She didn’t know if the problem was with her, her father, or something in the house.

She carefully retreated from the living room to the bedroom, avoiding disturbing her father who was watching TV.

Returning to her bedroom, she carried a bit of curiosity, trying to discern the middle-aged man’s features.

However, just as Lin Baiwei was about to see clearly, she discovered the television was a blood-red expanse, as if soaked with fresh blood, that dense to the extreme crimson appearing almost palpable, dripping down.

A blood-red television...

Who would watch such a thing?

Suddenly, Lin Baiwei tensed up, a shiver ran down her spine; in this moment, she only wanted to quickly leave this place.

Just as she took her first step, the middle-aged man on the sofa started moving, his head spun 180 degrees to face Lin Baiwei.

This eerie scene instantly frightened Lin Baiwei into a series of swift backward steps.

The middle-aged man...

Had no facial features, just a smooth surface, something no human should have.

Escape!

Lin Baiwei shouted silently in her heart, and without another word, she turned around and sprinted toward the door.

This undoubtedly wasn’t her father, this man she didn’t know what kind of ghost he was, but surely not anything good.

However, the moment she turned her head, the television instantly filled her entire field of view.

Sticky.

The smell of blood.

Dizziness.

And the thick, inescapable scarlet.

The television came closer and closer to Lin Baiwei, and she gradually made out the increasingly clear image on the screen.

There, shockingly, was her own face!

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