"Ahhhh!" Several girls screamed simultaneously.
Liu Bo was also feeling a bit uneasy at this point. Nervously, he said, "We're screwed—the Bottle Spirit won't leave!"
"What do we do now? Hurry up and send it away!" Zhang Ziming panicked.
"Inviting spirits is easy; sending them away is hard," Liu Bo muttered, taking a deep breath as he examined the bottle from all angles.
With a serious tone, he addressed the bottle, "We’re sorry, Bottle Spirit. We were wrong to disturb you. Please, return to where you came from!"
His hands trembled slightly as he picked up the bottle.
Seeing this, Su Yang stood up and snatched it from him.
"I don’t believe this nonsense! Let me try!" he declared, spinning the bottle on the table.
After another ten seconds, the bottle’s opening pointed directly at the word: "Danger!"
At that exact moment, every light in the living room went out.
A split second of eerie silence was shattered by piercing screams filling the spacious room.
Panic erupted instantly. Xia Keke, Han Xiaoyu, and Yang Yuwei bolted barefoot, shrieking as they scrambled out.
Meng Wenzhou instinctively retreated toward the floor-to-ceiling windows the moment the lights died.
A chill ran down Su Yang’s spine. Frowning, he turned toward Liu Bo’s shadowy figure on the couch.
"Hey, fatso—are you pulling some trick?!" He grabbed Liu Bo’s wrist.
But Liu Bo sat motionless, head lowered.
Liu Wenxin and Liu Meng had already vanished from sight.
Sensing something off, Su Yang yanked Liu Bo forward and growled, "Liu Bo!!!"
Slowly, Liu Bo lifted his head.
His face was ghostly pale, lips stretched into a grotesque grin, eyes rolled back—only the whites visible.
Pan Ning, Tang Ziyun, and Yaya shrieked at the sight and fled.
Su Yang’s heart leaped, but he held his ground, delivering a sharp punch to Liu Bo’s face.
Liu Bo yelped and toppled over.
As Su Yang moved to strike again, Liu Bo frantically waved his arms. "Ow! Yang! Bro! It’s me—I was faking! Stop hitting!"
"What the hell?! Are you human or a ghost?" Su Yang kept his fist raised while pulling out his phone, shining its light on Liu Bo.
"Lights on!" Su Yang barked.
Liu Bo scrambled for the remote under the table and clicked it. The living room brightened again.
By now, the couch area was deserted except for Su Yang and Liu Bo. The others had scattered.
Only Meng Wenzhou remained by the distant windows. Su Yang glanced over—the villa’s front door stood ajar, some having fled outside.
Meng Wenzhou, recovering, walked over. Su Yang smirked. "Liu Bo, you had a winning hand and still messed it up."
Rubbing his face, Liu Bo groaned, "What? Ow… that hurt."
"Serves you right," Meng Wenzhou chuckled.
"If you wanted to scare people, you should’ve gotten someone else to play the ghost. Now Liu Wenxin, who finally showed interest in you, probably thinks you’re an actual specter."
"Damn, I didn’t think of that!" Liu Bo frantically scanned the room for Liu Wenxin.
Some girls had dashed upstairs; others had bolted outside—genuinely terrified.
Only Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun lingered near the bar counter. They approached once the lights returned.
"It was Liu Bo’s doing."
"You idiot!" Pan Ning glared.
Liu Bo scratched his head sheepishly. "My bad. Let’s get everyone back. Wait—where’s Zhang Ziming?"
"No clue." Meng Wenzhou pulled out his phone and typed in their group chat:
LonelyMe: @Everyone! Where’d you all go?! It was just Liu Bo messing around. Get back here!
NightBug: Holy crap! Scared me to death! Coming!
Soon, the group trickled back from various directions.
Liu Bo offered an apologetic grin. "Sorry, everyone. There’s no such thing as spirits—I made it all up."
"Then how did the bottle always land on the right answer?" Xia Keke demanded.
"I cheated a little," Liu Bo admitted.
Liu Wenxin pouted. "You’re the worst, Liu Bo. Now I’m too scared to sleep alone."
Liu Bo’s eyes lit up. "No worries. Let’s just drink and relax. The mood’ll lighten."
Gradually, the group settled back onto the couches, resuming their fun.
By 2:30 AM, only Su Yang and Pan Ning remained sober. The others were thoroughly drunk.
Liu Wenxin, cheeks flushed, leaned drowsily against Liu Bo’s shoulder.
Meng Wenzhou rubbed his temples. "We should call it. We’ve got a flight tomorrow afternoon."
Several girls were already passed out. Liu Meng helped Tang Ziyun and Han Xiaoyu to their rooms.
Zhang Ziming escorted Shen Yixue out.
After lingering a bit longer, the rest dispersed to their rooms.
Su Yang and Pan Ning retired together. Xia Keke waited until the others left before following Meng Wenzhou.
The remaining girls each took separate rooms.
Finally, only Liu Bo and Liu Wenxin remained in the living room.
After a quiet pause, Liu Wenxin peeked shyly at Liu Bo.
"I’m heading to bed~"
"Which floor?" Liu Bo stood.
"Fourth."
"Me too..."
......
The night passed swiftly.
At 8 AM, Su Yang and Pan Ning woke together.
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
(Pan Ning’s stomachache had called a truce the previous night.)
After freshening up, everyone gathered in the living room.
Su Yang noticed Liu Bo’s radiant grin and Liu Wenxin’s bashful stance beside him. He smirked.
Once packed, they left the villa.
An hour later, their yacht docked at Linglong Bay.
Su Yang’s group bid farewell to Yang Yuwei’s five at the roadside. Liu Wenxin glanced back at Liu Bo reluctantly before turning away.
"So, Liu Bo, she’s not coming to Haicheng with you?" Meng Wenzhou teased.
"Who said she isn’t?"
"Oh?" Zhang Ziming perked up.
"She’s wrapping up some things today. Tomorrow, she’s flying to Haicheng to see me. Bros—I’m officially off the market!"
"No way! One night, and she’s chasing you to another city?"
"Hey, I’ve got charm."
After more banter, Su Yang’s six and Tang Ziyun’s four split to collect luggage from their hotels.
2:00 PM.
All ten boarded the flight back to Haicheng.
Su Yang suddenly remembered the McLaren Senna parked in Shenhai Manor’s garage. His pulse quickened.
‘Senna, Senna—I’m coming home! First thing, I’m taking you for a spin!’
‘My first real supercar! Wonder what color the system gifted me…’
[Ding, detected host's excitement, reward 800,000 yuan]
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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