I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 583 - 579: Red Wedding Dress

Chapter 583: Chapter 579: Red Wedding Dress

Swoosh—

Just as Tom was nervously searching, a flash of red swept past.

Seeing that red figure, Tom’s eyes widened instantly.

Tom admitted he had been startled.

It wasn’t that Tom was timid; he had fought his way through mountains of bodies and seas of blood. There was no way someone who survived all that could be a coward.

It was simply that Chinese horror was too overwhelmingly scary.

It made Tom, an average foreigner, feel an unsettling tightness in his chest.

Especially since Tom had watched quite a few Chinese horror films before.

Seeing this suddenly, it naturally triggered scenes in his head of red embroidered shoes, and Chu Renmei from *Village of the Damned Corpses*.

This environment, these visuals, this all-encompassing Chinese horror aesthetic.

Plus the vivid recollection of those horror movies—who could stand it without trembling?

If you were to ask Tom what he saw, he would tell you it was something that looked vaguely human.

He said "looked" because Tom really couldn’t confirm whether it was human or not.

A figure dressed in phoenix crown and a blood-red gown, with a face pale as parchment, a pair of lifeless, fish-like eyes staring fixedly at him, lips as red as fire—as if they had been smeared with fresh blood...

On her feet were, unmistakably, a pair of embroidered shoes!

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Tom still saw her clearly, and immediately his hair stood on end.

Every nerve in his body tensed, his blonde hair bristled upright.

Tom swore that he definitely wasn’t seeing things.

"Unhappy, did you see that?"

Tom hadn’t realized that he had begun to stutter while speaking.

Unhappy didn’t respond to Tom.

After all, Unhappy couldn’t talk.

Unhappy’s eyes were fixed intently on the spot ahead.

Tom’s heart jumped in his chest.

He followed Unhappy’s gaze.

There, on the tree ahead, was the flash of red.

Tom squinted to get a better look.

It was unmistakably a red embroidered shoe!

Tom’s pupils contracted sharply.

His mind was filled with the most terrifying frames from those horror films.

What made it even worse was that his brain had added soundtracks and was endlessly looping them within his head.

Tom instinctively took two steps back.

He was terrified that in the next instant, that woman—whether alive or dead—might suddenly appear before him.

Unhappy moved into an attack stance.

"Unhappy, don’t act impulsively..."

Seeing Unhappy’s posture, Tom wanted to stop him from acting rashly.

But—

It was too late for Tom to intervene.

Unhappy had already launched himself forward.

His target was the embroidered shoe hanging on the tree.

"Unhappy!"

Tom shouted in alarm.

He wanted to call Unhappy back.

But Unhappy wasn’t about to listen to Tom.

Unhappy charged forward like a mad bull, incredibly fast.

With just a few swift bounds, he had already reached the base of the tree.

With a leap, he reached out to grab the embroidered shoe.

Swoosh—

Just as Unhappy’s hand was about to touch the embroidered shoe, it vanished.

Or rather, it retracted further into the treetop.

Unhappy frowned. He looked genuinely unhappy.

With a sudden burst of energy, Unhappy leapt upwards.

Clinging onto the trunk, he climbed quickly into the tree canopy.

Seeing this, Tom’s heart dropped.

Worry clouded his handsome face.

After hesitating for a moment, he rushed toward the tree.

He couldn’t let Unhappy face it alone.

That thing was just too eerie.

Tom was concerned for Unhappy’s safety.

Rustle—

Just as Tom rushed to the base of the tree, the crown began to shake violently, leaves and branches falling incessantly.

A kind of chaotic beauty filled the air, as the falling leaves obscured Tom’s view of the tree canopy—he couldn’t make out what was happening above.

Tom guessed that Unhappy had probably started fighting with that thing.

Quietly, Tom grew anxious, worried for Unhappy’s wellbeing. But he wasn’t as agile as Unhappy, able to climb to the top in seconds—let alone fight up there.

Tom knew that even if he tried climbing the tree, he’d likely only end up hindering Unhappy.

All he could do was fret anxiously at the base of the tree.

Rustle—

Crack—

Amid Tom’s silent worry, the tree canopy suddenly shook violently.

A cascade of leaves and branches showered down.

Along with the sound of snapping wood, a limb as thick as an arm fell from the crown.

It landed directly toward Tom’s head.

Behind the branch came a shadow.

Tom was startled and dodged hastily.

He had no intention of taking a blow to the head for no reason.

Especially not with someone attached to the branch.

Just as Tom stepped aside, the branch smashed onto the spot where he had been standing moments ago.

Crack—

The next second!

A shadow landed on the branch and broke it apart.

Without looking closely, the gleam of a bald head was enough for Tom to recognize that it was Unhappy.

To be precise—

Unhappy had been kicked down by whatever was up in the tree.

With his sharp eyes, Tom noticed clearly that Unhappy’s face bore a distinct, dainty footprint—like it had been stamped with a three-inch lotus foot.

Tom understood instantly: the shoe had left that mark during the fight, and Unhappy had momentarily lost the upper hand.

Unhappy quickly rolled to his feet.

Ignoring Tom’s attempts to stop him, he leapt back into the canopy.

The next second!

The treetop quaked once more.

"You idiot!"

"Ah—"

Amid the shaking treetop, furious roars from Unhappy mixed with the shrill screams of a strange woman.

Upon hearing the screams, Tom froze momentarily, then an expression of realization crossed his face.

"I’ve been tricked!"

"It’s not a ghost—it’s a human."

Tom’s expression darkened.

His eyes flickered with anger.

He had actually been scared by someone’s prank.

This woman truly deserved to die.

Tom was furious, and when he got angry, there were always serious consequences.

"Unhappy, come down!"

"Let me handle her!"

Tom pulled out two Sprite Ball Bombs, tilting his head upward and shouting at Unhappy.

But Unhappy didn’t pay Tom any attention.

He was too busy fighting.

He had no time to listen to whatever Tom was yelling.

In a way, Unhappy was very much like a Taotie—he tended to get carried away once he started fighting.

Aside from heeding Fang Xiaocao’s words, he wouldn’t listen to anyone else—even if a herd of bulls tried to pull him away.

Unhappy and the woman in the red wedding dress were locked in a fierce battle within the canopy.

Trading blows at astonishing speed.

Leaves and branches scattered everywhere.

In no time, the once lush and leafy tree—

Was stripped bare by their clashes.

Unhappy and the woman in the red wedding dress fought from one tree to the next—then back again.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds had passed.

The whirlwind action left Tom dizzy and overwhelmed.

"You idiot!"

Unhappy bellowed furiously.

Rip—

A large piece of the phoenix crown and gown worn by the woman in the red wedding dress was torn away by Unhappy.

In return, the woman clawed five clear blood-red scratches across Unhappy’s spiky head.

Unhappy’s eyes burned brightly with fury. With a thunderous roar, he delivered a savage head-butt to her pale face.

Thud—

With a dull sound, blood and tears streamed from the woman’s nose, leaving streaks on the thick layer of powder on her face. From a distance, it looked absolutely laughable.

Unbowed, the woman retaliated with a claw to Unhappy’s face, leaving it scratched and streaked.

Unhappy, unwilling to accept defeat, made a fierce pounce and tackled the woman to the ground.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit down—