Be a Heartthrob in the World of Horror

Chapter 12 Searching

Chapter 12 Searching

[Sylvie's favorability +40, current favorability: 40.]

Shi Zishu stood in the darkness of the room, watching Sylvie open the door and walk out, and then followed him out of the room, but turned in another direction halfway, walked out of the mansion, and walked towards the nearest cemetery.

The situation was smoother than he expected. Just a meeting with Sylvie gave him 40 points of favorability. This should be because this is Sylvie's subconscious relationship, which will be affected by the body, so the favorability will rise faster.

But also because this space is subconscious, Sylvie and the body here are separate, and the favorability needs to be accumulated again.

There isn't much time left for him. Not only was it the time limit of the mission, but after seeing the date, he realized that these half months were still the last half months of Sylvie's life. In more than ten days, he would die of a serious illness.

The later the points go, the slower the accumulation of favorability will be, and it will even be extremely difficult at the last few points, but no matter what, he must increase Sylvie's favorability to 100 in the remaining twelve days, otherwise, he will be buried with Sylvie.

In the silent cemetery, Shi Zishu picked a light blue flower. There were dark clouds in the night sky, almost covering the entire moon. Only a faint moonlight tilted down. Half of his body was in shadow and half was illuminated by the moonlight, showing an extremely strange scene.

Only the part of his body illuminated by the moonlight was visible, as if it had been torn apart from the middle alive, leaving only half of his body.

Shi Zishu curled his lips, not surprised by this. During these three days, he conducted various tests on his state. He did not need to eat; he could appear in the moonlight; he could touch all objects, but not living people; he could enter and leave the mansion freely, but the distance to the cemetery is already the limit, and he would fall into darkness if he went further.

Like the living dead.

He returned to the mansion with the dead flower and placed it in front of Sylvie's bedroom window, but he took care to avoid the moonlight and not let anyone see him. Because he knew Sylvie's temperament, only when it made him feel worried about gain and loss, causing tension and fear, would he really and urgently care.

So even though time was tight, in the next four days, he seemed to have disappeared from the world and never appeared in front of Sylvie.

"Still haven't found him? You... Cough, cough..."

Sylvie leaned on the sofa with a pale face, holding a glass filled with medicine, and suddenly started coughing. He was already weak and sickly, and these days he contracted some kind of disease for no apparent reason, and the doctor didn't find it helpful. His body became weaker and he could not even stand for long periods of time and could only sit or lie down.

He coughed intermittently, and because of difficulty breathing, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. Against the background of his beautiful young appearance, he was extremely endearing.

However, no one would really feel pity for him. Several priests and nuns sitting in front of him all lowered their heads tremblingly to avoid his overly terrifying eyes.

Finally, a priest spoke under pressure: "I'm very sorry, Master Sylvie, please forgive us. We have tried our best, but we can only see that there are traces of ghostly activity in the mansion. As for where the ghost you are looking for is, we are indeed—"