Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
Crying in the Women's Toilet

Yeji lay on her dorm bed that night and quickly went to bed.

As a result, she slept until midnight and was awakened by a strong desire to urinate.

Yeji rarely woke up at night, and she couldn't help but regret, she shouldn't drink that cup of milk tea before going to bed.

Yeji struggles out of the blanket and heads towards the dormitory bathroom in a daze, only to find that her toilet is broken.

In desperation, she had to get dressed, get up and walk towards the public restroom in the hallway.

The September night was cool, and the corridor opened again, and a cool breeze blew the curtains, looking from afar in the darkness like a grumpy white soul wandering about.

Yeji hugged her arms and rushed to the toilet, obviously closing the window, but there was some unexplained cool breeze here, she shouted to turn on the sensor lights, and quickly finished it.

In the silence of midnight, the toilet was empty and cold, except for the sound of water dripping from time to time.

Click, click.

Quietly fell in the pool.

Yeji washed her hands as quickly as possible, and ran out of the toilet with the sensor lights again.

On one hand, a cold wind swarmed and shivered, on the other, he always felt a cold midnight silence, revealing an unknown fear.

As a result, when Yeji runs back to the dormitory, she finds that the dormitory door is somehow unable to be opened.

Yeji was a little panicked, and she pulled him hard for a long time, but the door did not move at all, as if it was locked from the inside.

It won't be locked back, will it?

When Yeji came out of the bathroom, the other three fell asleep, and if they woke up, they should have seen that something was missing in the dormitory.

Except, it was Shiyao's woman who intentionally wanted to lock it.

But he slept like a pig every night, so he would not leave the warm bed to count it.

Yeji knocked on the door and whispered inside out of luck, naturally, no one would answer, they were afraid they would all meet a ghost this time.

At that moment, Yeji suddenly felt a chill behind his ears.

It seemed that someone had blown a cool breeze, it was very obvious.

Yeji was startled and immediately got up and looked back.

It was pitch-black behind him, nothing.

Yeji yelled a few times in a loud voice, trying to shout to turn on the sensor lights, but no lights were on.

When he first came out, it was still fine, and Yeji's heart stiffened, and he saw that the white curtain that was supposed to fly not far away was already silent.

Yeji finally realized that she had hit something dirty again.

He deeply hated this supreme yin physique, and wherever he went, it would cause endless trouble for him.

He had experienced many ghost things, and this time he had less fear in his heart, but a lot of anger.

Inevitably Yeji shouted into the empty darkness: "Since you've come, don't hide."

Sounds echoed in the hallway, echoing in every corner.

Silence, silence is like dead silence.

Pressed and strangled, silence alarming.

Just when Yeji thought there would be no answer, he suddenly heard a sad, poignant, disjointed, and strange cry at midnight.

He knew the sound was coming from the toilet.

Suddenly, her heart surged a little nervously, but she was ready to see hell, and Yeji was still troubled by this sad voice.

Listening closely, it seemed that he could hear cries and voices that were extremely upset, but not occasionally connected into complete sentences.

Yeji walked towards the source of the voice, carefully, getting closer and closer, and the voice became increasingly clear.

It was as pitiful and pitiful as a soul, expressing boundless sorrow.

The toilet door was closed, and a soul-like cry was inside, a sad, horrible voice.

Yeji stood at the door, unable to imagine what it was like behind that door.

His hand hung over the door, but he did not have the courage to push it open.

And a voice inside the door, as if sensing Yeji's approach, also came towards him.

The voice was much closer, close to her who was standing across the door from her.

The sound of sadness stopped suddenly.

This frightened him so much that he took a few steps back, not daring to touch that closed door again.

But at that moment, slipping under his feet and looking down, he couldn't help but be surprised.

From the crack on the toilet door, a large puddle of dark red blood slowly flowed, fishy and sticky, and it would flow down to his feet.

Yeji was only wearing a pair of sandals, and he was so frightened that he quickly dodged the black blood, and turned to flee.

At that moment, the toilet door that had been closed had finally slowly opened.

His gaze must have turned to the source of the sound.

A young woman in a long red dress, hanging from a toilet block, a pair of tongues dragged long, trembling and hanging on her mouth, a pair of eyes rolled her eyes, no longer a black eye.

The woman was braided in two strands, a boat, and looking at the dress, she looked like someone from the seventies and eighties of this century.

Is that him? The grumbling sound just now was made by this hanged ghost?

Yeji was so frightened that she retreated repeatedly, but she felt a chill behind her and could not help but look back.

Now, Yeji was really stunned.

Behind him, he did not know when, there was a group of strangers, all dressed in ancient clothes, looking like old professors from the seventies and eighties, and even some people wearing mountain clothes. There seemed to be some policemen standing nearby, also not wearing police uniforms of this era.

Becoming increasingly confused, Yeji bends her shoulders and hides away from them, only to discover that they all saw the dead man in the toilet with a sad face, not even looking at him.

Yeji suddenly realized that they could not see him.

Yeji saw some men like the police, walking towards the deceased, pulling some rows, and some like the professor next to them supporting each other, looking at the deceased with regret, he said, as if to say comforting words.

At that moment, a heart-wrenching cry sounded, and he saw a young girl with braids, running past him, desperately pouncing on the man hanging from the toilet.

The few professors next to him quickly pulled her with their eyes, but the girl had great power, and finally two more policemen came, and, and everyone worked together to hold the girl who almost fainted.

"Xue Ling! Xue Ling's! The girl knelt down and cried frantically at the dead.

The professor next to him, who seemed to be his teacher, also had red eyes, comforting the girl while silently wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

The hysterical screams of the girl echoed in every corner of the corridor and also across the time span, and finally reached Yeji's ears, playing in front of him a tragedy of the century.

For a moment, those figures were all gone.

The silence was restored again, the toilet door was still open, a group of strangers disappeared, and the crying girl left, the ground was clean, and there was no blood at all.

It seemed like all he had just seen was his imagination.

Yeji was stunned for a moment, still not waking up from the hallucination just now.

Until, a cold hand patted his shoulder.

Yeji trembled in fear, and when she looked back, it was Irene.

She was wearing a long pajama dress, her long hair was strewn about, and her face was as pale as paper, which looked no different from a female ghost in this darkness.

"Back to sleep." He spoke slowly and dragged her back to the dormitory.