The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 773

Chapter 773: Chapter 773: Not Lending! Get Lost!

Dong, dong, dong.

Above the grand and towering hall of the Ghost Tower, the massive Netherworld Bell tolled once again.

Amber Livingston listened to the sound that seemed to wrap around her ears, shivering involuntarily.

Twenty minutes ago, Amber watched in horror as Ariel Zimmerman suddenly vanished by the window, and she bolted downstairs for dear life.

He swore he had never run this fast in his life.

All at once, he ran down the stairs, not even pausing for breath as he burst through the hall and directly out the door.

He thought that even if he wasn’t very capable, he could surely keep an eye on the Ghost Tower’s whereabouts and report back to Scarlett Jennings in time.

But unexpectedly, the moment he dashed out of the hall, it felt as if he had stepped into another world.

The hall towering nearly tens of meters high, filled with magnificent Chinese-styled wall carvings and eaves, layer upon layer, with red lacquered long stairs winding left and right, leading to countless rooms.

The scene before him left Amber dumbfounded on the spot, even for a moment suspecting this was another dream given to him by the Immortal Fox Grandma.

Yet in the next second, someone suddenly yanked him.

"What are you doing standing here? Move quickly, they’re coming!"

Amber was dragged along by the other person and hadn’t even processed what was happening or who "they" were.

Just about to ask, he suddenly realized the person pulling him... was clearly not human!

The person floated in mid-air, drifting quickly forward, yet that hand still clutched him tightly, pulling him along without a word.

Amber was completely bewildered.

Could he already be dead?

His heart pounded wildly as he was pulled into a room by the ghost before he couldn’t help but glance outside.

Just saw shadows flitting by.

Amber faintly felt the shadows looked familiar, but before he could see clearly, the door had already been shut tight.

The Netherworld Bell tolled dong, dong, dong in the hall.

Amber heard the ghost that had brought him into the room tremble as it spoke,

"The death bell tolls, they’re taking people to the Underworld again."

Hearing the word Underworld, Amber’s heart nearly leapt out of his throat.

He instinctively looked towards the ghost speaking.

The room was pitch dark, and Amber couldn’t make out the ghost’s appearance, only seeing a pair of eyes faintly glowing in the darkness.

Suddenly, the owner of the eyes quickly drew closer to him.

Though quite near, Amber couldn’t hear the other’s breath, instead feeling a chilling sense of dread.

"I just realized, you’re actually a living person."

When the person said this, the light in their eyes brightened significantly, "Since you’re alive, can I borrow your body?"

Amber couldn’t help but gasp at these words.

Here it comes.

A ghost looking for a substitute!

He really was targeted by the ghosts in this Ghost Tower!

After mingling with Scarlett Jennings for several missions, Amber knew he shouldn’t easily agree to a ghost’s request.

Human speech carries a contractual power.

Once agreed, it forms a contract with the spirit.

His body would no longer belong to him.

Thinking of this, Amber immediately clammed up, pretending to be mute.

Yet the ghost drew closer again, coaxing,

"I promise not to damage your body, I just need it for a month."

"Once I leave this building and finish what I intend to do, I’ll return your body."

"I promise!"

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