Chapter Two: Boy’s Urine and Blood from the Middle Finger

The woman in white stopped, and a soft laugh slipped from beneath her hair. “Hehe, going home? Yes, I am just about to head home. Where I live is right behind you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head. Her face was deathly pale, looking especially sinister under the moonlight; her eyes were large and blood-red; a long tongue lolled out from her mouth. Although her features were delicate, with that appearance, anyone could tell she was certainly a ghost!

Our classmate Fu Yang cooperated fully and shouted, “Damn it, a ghost!”

He spun around and ran, dashing off at a rare speed—the last time he ran this fast was back in elementary school, chased by a mad dog…

He ran like the wind, giving it everything he had, sprinting for a full ten minutes! At last, exhausted and panting like a dying dog with his tongue hanging out, he found himself unable to run any farther. Glancing back, he saw nothing but empty space—the female ghost hadn’t followed. He leaned against a tombstone, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

As he caught his breath, he cursed, “Damn it! If I’d known the Western Mountain Cemetery was this cursed, I wouldn’t have played this stupid game even if that vixen Qin Mei promised me anything. My life comes first. Good thing I run fast, or else I’d have been caught by that ghost tonight! Then I’d be the one getting ravished by a female ghost…”

Feeling somewhat recovered, he prepared to leave. But as he looked up, he found the surroundings strangely familiar.

Taking a closer look at the tombstone he was leaning on—

Damn it! Why does this one look so familiar, too? The black-and-white photo on it… wasn’t it that same girl he’d taken a photo with before, the very ghost who’d been chasing him!

Fu Yang felt as though his blood had frozen. A voice came from behind him. “Why don’t you keep running? If you stop, I’ll eat you up, little brother.”

“W-what? Eat me up, little brother! Shit!” Terrified out of his wits, his hearing played tricks on him, and he misunderstood her words, thinking this was a sex-crazed demoness targeting men.

He screamed in fright, clamped his hands over his crotch, and bolted for the cemetery gates in utter panic.

Panting and gasping, he ran for another ten minutes or so, only to find he was still running in circles.

Looking back, he saw that terrifying female ghost sitting on a tombstone, swinging her legs and giggling, watching him with the predatory gaze of a cat toying with a mouse.

“It’s over! This damned ghost has trapped me in her maze—she’s going to play me to death! I’m still a pure, innocent virgin, haven’t even kissed a girl, and I’m going to die here? I refuse to go from a single dog to a dead single dog!”

Fu Yang was completely panicked, but then he suddenly remembered reading somewhere that a virgin’s urine could break evil spells and even harm fierce ghosts.

Fine, it’s all or nothing! Being single has its perks after all.

Feeling emboldened, Fu Yang stopped running, turned to face the ghost, and began to take off his pants…

The ghostly girl, who had been leisurely sitting on the tombstone watching him flail about, was taken aback by his sudden move. A faint blush appeared on her pale face, and she spat, “Pervert! You scoundrel!”

Fu Yang thought, Damn it, you’re a ghost and you care about this? Weren’t you just threatening to eat me a minute ago?

The ghost seemed angry now. She floated off the tombstone, feet leaving the ground, and drifted toward him, raising her hands as she came. Her nails were long and jet-black, nearly three inches!

Fu Yang had already exposed himself, about to urinate, but he’d overestimated his own courage.

Seeing the ghost flying toward him, the urge to pee vanished instantly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t squeeze out a single drop.

He was close to tears.

“People always talk about being scared pissless—why is it that I’m so scared I can’t pee at all?”

Seeing those black, gleaming nails reaching for his crotch, Fu Yang screamed in terror, pulled up his pants, and took off running, howling in despair as he fled.

“What now, I can’t pee! Wait, I think blood from the middle finger can ward off evil spirits, right?”

He remembered another method. But when he put his finger in his mouth, he just couldn’t bring himself to bite down.

After all, fingers are connected to the heart.

Usually, even a tiny cut on a finger hurts, and now he had to bite through it himself. Only a true hero could do that!

Fu Yang was no hero, but with a ghost hot on his heels, he had to choose between heroism or martyrdom.

So he gritted his teeth, summoned all his strength, and bit down hard on his finger. A wave of searing pain and the taste of blood filled his mouth—soon enough, he had a mouthful of blood from his middle finger.

He whipped around and spit a mouthful of blood at the ghost, who was now less than two meters behind him!

The blood splattered across her face and even stained her chest.

Instantly, a strange white smoke rose, circling around the ghost like a rope. At the same time, the maze-like trap seemed to dissolve. He could clearly see the cemetery gates down the hill.

“Damn! It works!”

Fu Yang was overjoyed and felt saved, but he still didn’t dare look back at the ghost. He tumbled and scrambled down the hill, running as if his life depended on it, his heart hammering wildly. When he finally burst through the cemetery gates, he felt as though he’d escaped from death itself.

“Whew, middle finger blood really works! I actually made it out alive!”

But what Fu Yang didn’t know was that, as he ran madly toward the gates, the ghost girl, Dong Weike, floated behind him, stuck out her bright red tongue, and licked the blood from her face, smiling. “Hehe, not only do I know your name, but you just agreed to be my boyfriend in the cemetery. Now you’ve given me your very life’s blood—there’s no way you’ll ever escape me!”

If he’d known that using his blood would lead to this, he’d probably have smashed his own head on a tombstone right then and there.

He had no idea how far he’d run, only that there were now streetlights, people, traffic, restaurants, and shops around him. He collapsed to the ground, back against a wall, gasping like a fish out of water. Weakly, he hailed a taxi and made his way back to the hotel.

There, he discovered everyone was gone. Qin Mei and the other classmates had long since scattered.

“Damn! That’s just low, all of you running off like that?”

Fu Yang was shaken, angry, and scared, cursing under his breath. Exhausted, he dragged himself back to his rented room near the school, planning to settle the score with those disloyal friends tomorrow.