Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 72 - 69: Will It Happen When We Talk About It In Reality?

Chapter 72: Chapter 69: Will It Happen When We Talk About It In Reality?

"Did you change your conditioner..."

"Yeah, I switched the lemon-scented conditioner for a milk-scented one. Does it smell good?"

"It’s okay, there’s a really pretty kitten on the balcony. Do you want to go take a whiff?"

"Where’s the kitten? I want to play with that cat!"

Han Xiaoyue jumped up from the table, abandoning her book, and rushed out to play with the cat.

She loved small animals and had always wanted to keep one, whether it was a cat or a dog or even a hamster.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the owner of the house and had school to attend, so she really didn’t have the energy to take care of a pet.

As for the owner of the house, Comrade Wang Hao, he barely managed to take care of himself, let alone a pet.

Playing with pets was fine, but the thought of them crazily pooping in the room diminished his interest in keeping one.

Wang Hao and his cousin went to the balcony, where the sun was shining bright and the air was crisp, and the fruit trees in the orchard were blooming.

Behind the compound was a large pond where devout elderly people often released fish.

As a result, the stray cats had a feast, catching fish by the pond and getting fat like basketballs.

"Purr, purr, purr..." The cat purred extremely comfortably under Wang Hao’s strokes, even exposing its belly to the sky.

"See, I feel like I could be a good animal caretaker."

Wang Hao also took the opportunity to touch the pads on its paws. The touch was novel indeed!

"Yeah, like you’d be willing to deal with their poo."

But as soon as Han Xiaoyue ran over, the kitten sensed something and screeched a "meow," then ran away as fast as it could.

"Oh no, don’t go!" Han Xiaoyue looked a bit unsatisfied as the kitten fled, then turned to Wang Hao and said, "It’s your fault, you made it run away."

"It’s clearly because you’re not popular. What does that have to do with me?"

Wang Hao rolled his eyes and jokingly said to his cousin in a mysterious way, "Oh, I’ve learned the name of a super monster. Do you want to know what it is?"

"What monster?" Han Xiaoyue paused for a moment.

"I just need to call its true name, talk about its nature, and it will appear. Should we give it a try? Do you believe it will really appear? If you’re not interested, we don’t have to try."

Han Xiaoyue hesitated again, a faint blush crossing her face as she said with a touch of schadenfreude, "Then let me experience it, tell me."

She immediately thought of something, covered her own ears, and her pigtails swung back and forth like drum sticks: "Write it on paper, just don’t say it out loud, I’m not listening, I’m not listening! If it’s something too scary, I’ll have nightmares, and I don’t play horror games like you do. I’m quite timid."

Wang Hao always felt that her constantly shaking pigtails seemed like a deliberate invitation for someone to tug on them.

"Give me a pen!"

Back in the study, he carefully wrote some text on a piece of paper.

First came the name—"Desire for Blood," followed by carefully written rules about it, involving all sorts of messy details like White Mist Village, Blood Ginseng, and the like.

Sitting quietly in the chair, he felt a bit nervous. What if it really appeared?

Could it be that his "Lucky Fish" avatar, in the middle of the day, would be killed by a ghost? Surely not!

Wang Hao had a sudden thought to scare his cousin: "What if messing around ends up playing itself to death..."

"I’ve heard of people playing Pen Immortal in the middle of the night, getting possessed by the Pen Immortal. You can’t get rid of it, and later, some unfortunate accidents happened."

"Oh," Han Xiaoyue responded coldly.

"Some people light a candle in front of a mirror at midnight and peel an apple. If the apple peel doesn’t break, they can see some strange things in the mirror. But if the apple peel breaks, an unfortunate accident will happen."

"And then there are people who dance on graves at midnight and fall into coffins. Tell me, why do these people court death?"

Han Xiaoyue sneered coldly, her eyes closed, her small fists clenched and her breathing heavy, all signs that her mood was far from calm.

"Because humans are naturally curious, and curiosity can easily lead to death."

She dared not look at that piece of paper, not a single word.

A big trouble is coming!

Just as Wang Hao finished writing all the rules, time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Only a buzzing sound was heard, as if something screamed in her ear.

It seemed like something terrifying had happened!

Or maybe nothing happened and it just ended.

Han Xiaoyue held her breath, her body involuntarily shivered.

Her eyes still closed, she then heard her older cousin shouting angrily from his seat.

"How come a mosquito just flew by? Are there mosquitoes in April already?"

Wang Hao’s eyes widened, his voice grew louder, and he swatted near his ear, yelling loudly, "The creature I hate most in this world is the mosquito!"

He pointed at his neck, "Even Lucky Fish Fortune can’t ward off mosquitoes. Look at this bump on my neck, I’m allergic to mosquitoes."

Han Xiaoyue’s face broke into a cute smile, her wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Those few seconds, for some reason, had left her in a cold sweat.

"Where’s the ghost, where is it?"

"Weren’t you saying that writing these words would summon a ghost?"

Wang Hao was silent for a moment, then ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Nothing happened, and he could only say dejectedly, "Alas, there really are no ghosts in this world."

"I must be out of my mind, to have such delusions from playing a game, like some idiot."

"You’ve always been a fool," Han Xiaoyue said.

"Don’t talk about yourself like that." Wang Hao fiercely gulped down some cola, threw down his pen and paper, and boldly ran out to play games again.

With her eyes closed, holding her breath, Han Xiaoyue folded the paper, making sure she saw not a single word, and tore the folded paper into pieces.

She sighed softly, "Only you would dare to flirt with death like this."

"That’s not true, it’s because you know these things."

She then ran to the kitchen and burned the pieces of paper to ashes.

With her eyes closed, she thought to herself, "I don’t know anything, don’t come looking for me. I really don’t know anything... if you need to find someone, find Jin Li, just don’t find me."

"I really can’t handle this kind of trouble."

After doing all this, Han Xiaoyue finally took a breath of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I’m just an ordinary girl living in this haunted place, always on edge, it’s really not easy.

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