I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Are You Scared?
“Are you sure she won’t come back?” Fu Miaoxue hesitated as she moved the table aside to peer outside, “If she catches up with us halfway, we’re all done for.”

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Bai Youwei glanced at her indifferently, “What are you afraid of? If she catches up, it is sure that I will be caught first.”

Hearing this, Fu Miaoxue coldly snorted, “Am I afraid? What do I have to fear? I’m already the living dead, I don’t fear pain or tickles. Even if she catches up, she can’t do anything to me!”

Bai Youwei eyed her suspiciously, “So you are now… an immortal body?”

“How would I know?” Fu Miaoxue glared at her angrily, “I can’t just kill myself for an experiment!”

Bai Youwei chuckled, “What a pity if you don’t try~”.

Fu Miaoxue’s eyes got even wider, “Demon!”

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After the two women bickered for a few moments, one after the other, they exited the door.

Outside, the sky was very dark, and the rain was heavy. The stuffed bunny hopped up onto the wheelchair and lay down on Bai Youwei’s lap, quickly turning into a soggy rabbit.

Fu Miaoxue nervously led the way, glancing around from time to time.

Her pace was notably faster than the wheelchair-bound Bai Youwei, but she didn’t dare to go ahead alone, always feeling safer by Bai Youwei’s side.

After they walked for a long time, with no sign of the body chasing them, they gradually moved away from the village.

Not far ahead was the old scholar’s house. A red lantern hung under the eaves, glowing faintly in the black, rainy curtain.

Upon seeing this, Fu Miaoxue slightly dropped her guard.

However, she felt uneasy again, thinking of the two paper figures inside the house.

She really did not want to spend the night in this place, if it weren’t for the dangerous environment in the village!

…

Before Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue reached the main gate, Du Lai and Shen Mo heard movement and came to meet them.

Seeing both of them unharmed, Du Lai was somewhat surprised.

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Both he and Shen Mo were strong fighters, yet even they could not deal with the corpse woman and had to run away disgracefully. It was surprising that these two could return safely!

Although he faintly guessed that Bai Youwei had something to do with it, he couldn’t help but ask, “How did you guys escape?”

Bai Youwei nonchalantly replied, “We used a prop.”

Shen Mo came over and held her hand, which was icy cold. He frowned and said, “Let’s go inside and talk.”

—Fu Miaoxue was a puppet and probably wouldn’t catch a cold, but Bai Youwei was weak and prone to becoming ill.

The four of them entered the mansion again.

The door to the front courtyard was open just as it had been on their first night.

The second door was merely ajar and opened with a gentle push.

Passing through the stone-paved front yard, the main house was brightly lit. The two paper men were sitting on high-backed chairs, with snacks offered on the table in front of them and a candle flickering.

The old scholar, dressed in a gray-green long gown, held a book in his hand and was reading aloud by the paper people’s side.

He read very seriously, expressing a sense of nervousness like a child being examined on his homework by his parents.

Bai Youwei had thought that the old scholar would have another question for them. Unexpectedly, the old man just greeted them politely upon seeing them, “Ah, our esteemed guests have returned. It’s late, you should rest.”

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He didn’t seem to intend to give them any trouble.

That was just as well.

They had just narrowly escaped the corpse woman’s claws and really didn’t have the energy to deal with someone else.

Somehow, Fu Miaoxue took another look at the paper men.

She seemed to fear that they would follow them. After casting a quick glance, she clung to Du Lai’s arm and quickened her pace.

Du Lai’s movements were limp.

After returning to their room and lighting a candle, the two men checked their injuries. As expected, Du Lai got injured on the ankle where the corpse woman grabbed him.

The scratch marks on Shen Mo’s back had turned a greenish-black color, and the skin and flesh seemed on the verge of rotting away.

This was not a normal wound.

It was more like a poisonous corpse or some evil energy. The mud props had no effect on it.