Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Chapter 152 The Haunted House 13

Shen Ying nestled in a corner of the sofa, her slender fingers gliding lightly across her phone screen as various short videos appeared one after another.

Murong Xiangxun sat beside her, leaning slightly forward and gently bringing his head close to Shen Ying's. His deep blue eyes were fixed on the small screen, focused and curious.

The screen's light illuminated their faces when suddenly, a call interface popped up without warning, with the unfamiliar number's identifier standing out prominently.

Shen Ying was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously raised her hand to press the answer button.

A man's voice, trembling noticeably, came through the receiver: "Is this...is this Miss Shen?"

Shen Ying sat up straight, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, before replying, "Yes, may I ask what's the matter?"

Murong Xiangxun also straightened up, his gaze falling gently on Shen Ying.

The voice on the other end of the line sounded tense and apologetic: "Hello, this is Haima Express. Here... here is your package, but your address..." The other person seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said urgently, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Shen, could you please come to the intersection to pick it up?"

Shen Ying frowned slightly as she walked over, puzzled: Why did the deliveryman sound so flustered?

However, upon further reflection, she suddenly realized the truth.

The rumors of this old house being haunted have been around for a long time and are known to almost everyone in the area.

Especially after the wealthy businessman bought the house and started renovations, paranormal events occurred frequently, making the rumors of the old house being haunted spread even further.

Thinking about this, Shen Ying understood why the deliveryman reacted that way. If it weren't for her special circumstances, she would have been just as scared.

She said into her phone, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll go get it right away."

After hanging up the phone, she looked up at Murong Xiangxun, a slight smile playing on her lips, revealing a helpless yet amused expression.

"I'll go pick up the package," Shen Ying told Murong Xiangxun softly, a faint smile in her voice.

Murong Xiangxun's gaze remained fixed on Shen Ying. Upon hearing her words, he immediately replied, "I'll go with you."

After saying that, he immediately went to Shen Ying's side, not wanting to be separated from her for even a moment.

Shen Ying nodded, and the two walked side by side.

As the two stepped out of the threshold of the old house, Shen Ying's gaze involuntarily shifted to Murong Xiangxun beside her.

He stood gracefully in the bright sunlight, his long robe fluttering in the wind. He looked no different from an ordinary person, and there was no trace of him being a ghost.

When Shen Ying first saw Murong Xiangxun standing in the sunlight, she was also shocked.

In her previous understanding, ghosts and monsters were afraid of sunlight, but Murong Xiangxun was standing calmly in front of her, basking in the sunlight. This scene was completely contrary to her preconceived notions.

Surprised, Shen Ying instinctively asked, "Why aren't you afraid of the sun?" Her voice betrayed her astonishment.

At that moment, Murong Xiangxun looked down at Shen Ying with a serious and focused expression, and slowly explained, "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I don't really like the magnetic field of sunlight."

Sunlight is an electromagnetic wave, which can indeed interfere with and repel our spiritual energy field.

The magnetic field of sunlight can make our spirits feel uncomfortable, just as humans feel when they are in a noisy, chaotic, and energy-disordered environment.

Contrary to popular belief, sunlight does not cause fatal harm to ghosts.

We have the ability to stay in sunlight, but it requires a small amount of spiritual energy to resist the interference of the magnetic field. Therefore, ghosts and monsters usually choose to avoid sunlight to avoid excessive depletion of their spiritual energy, especially the weaker ones.

Thinking of this, an unrelated thought suddenly popped into Shen Ying's mind: Could it be that the deliveryman thought she was a ghost because she lived in the old house?

As Shen Ying thought this, she couldn't help but smile.

Murong Xiangxun walked quietly beside her, taking in her every move out of the corner of his eye. When he saw her smile, the corners of his lips also curved up, and his eyes revealed a hint of doting affection.

Shen Ying's wildly imaginative idea was actually not wrong.

At this moment, courier Zhou Zhengkai stood at an intersection far away from the old house, his heart filled with trepidation and unease.

Recalling that unbearable experience from the past, his body still trembles slightly involuntarily.

It was a youthful and impulsive act; he and a few equally hot-blooded friends disregarded the various ghost stories about the old house.

So they agreed to go to the old house together to find out more.

As soon as they stepped across the old and slightly dilapidated threshold of the ancient house, an extremely eerie atmosphere rushed towards them as if it were a tangible reality.

The chill seemed to have a life of its own, winding its way up their spines, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

Zhou Zhengkai and his partners looked at each other, their mouths twitching into stiff smiles that looked worse than crying.

Zhou Zhengkai subconsciously rubbed his arms, trying to smooth the goosebumps that had risen from his skin due to fear. At this moment, he was already having second thoughts, and his steps became somewhat sluggish.

However, the competitive spirit unique to young people, intertwined with their fragile self-esteem, held him tightly, preventing him from showing cowardice in front of his peers.

So Zhou Zhengkai gritted his teeth and forced an even uglier smile onto his face.

He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and continued walking unsteadily with his companions deeper into the old house, his heart pounding in his chest.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared in the corner, its indistinct and eerie form sending chills down their spines.

Immediately afterwards, eerie sounds rose and fell, as if countless eyes were staring intently at them in the darkness.

Fear overwhelmed them like a tidal wave, and the group instantly lost their composure. All that remained of their initial high spirits and ambitions when they entered was gone, replaced by terrified screams and a desperate attempt to escape.

That experience became a permanent shadow in their hearts, so much so that Zhou Zhengkai still feels lingering fear whenever the old house is mentioned.

So when he learned that he was going to deliver packages to customers living in old houses, he felt extremely resistant; a thousand reluctances were not enough to describe his feelings at that moment.

The thought of that eerie and terrifying old house brought back a flood of horrific memories, like a movie replaying in his mind, making him break out in a cold sweat.

He stood there, his brows furrowed, and couldn't help but ponder to himself: This client surnamed Shen actually lives in that old house; either he has extraordinary luck and a very fortunate life to be able to live peacefully in a place full of ghosts and monsters.

Either...

A chilling thought popped into his head: perhaps Miss Shen herself was a ghost!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but shudder, and his eyes showed even more fear as he looked at the old house, clutching the express delivery package tightly in his hand.

Then, he shook his head to suppress his fear, looked up at the bright sunlight around him, and saw the intense rays pouring down.

Zhou Zheng adjusted his helmet, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled to calm his panicked mind. He muttered words of self-comfort: "It's okay, it's okay. It's broad daylight, the sun is so bright, how could there be ghosts!"

As he spoke, he glanced in the direction of the old house, thinking to himself, "Miss Shen has already agreed to come out to pick up the package. If it were a ghost, it definitely wouldn't dare to come out, so it can't be a ghost!"

Besides, how could a ghost possibly buy things online like an ordinary person?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, realizing that he had been overreacting and that his previous thoughts were absurd, just him scaring himself.