C148 — [6.14 — Strange Tales of Fengjia Town]
by UntamedSThe hall fell into a deathly silence.
Even if they found it, what could they do? If they found the ghost, they would only enrage him and then be ki-lled.
This was an unsolvable predicament.
Everyone thought of this and couldn’t help but sweat profusely, falling silent.
No one wanted to break the deadlock in the hall, as if this could maintain the hard-won peace.
But A knew that the ghost had a lot of patience.
A ghost with a bad temperament would have more patience than anyone could imagine just to watch humans ki-ll each other.
If this stalemate continued, with the exhaustion of their physical strength, their chances of escape would only become less and less.
But no one dared to move now.
As a person who had experienced the cycle of death, A was more afraid than anyone else of this horrible ghost, this monster called Gu Yin.
If the heavens wanted him to be reborn just to die again, it would be too cruel.
Thinking of the pain he felt when he died in his previous life, he couldn’t help but curl up, shivering.
He looked around with panicked eyes, fearful that the ghost would suddenly pounce on him and eat him.
But when his eyes fell on the calendar hanging on the wall of the apartment hall, they didn’t know what he saw, but his expression suddenly changed, and he tore down the calendar like he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
He looked at the calendar nervously, over and over again.
Everyone was in a state of high mental tension, looking at each other warily, suspecting that the other was a ghost.
At this time, naturally, they all noticed A’s strange behavior.
Seeing A staring at the latest calendar, shivering like he was sick, they couldn’t help but move away from A.
They were afraid that he had been possessed by the ghost.
A didn’t care about the others at all; he was just holding the brand new calendar. He was so excited that his eyes were red.
The calendar looked very weird.
A calendar from ten years ago.
Ten years ago!
He had been reborn ten years ago, not long after the ghost had died.
Yes, he was sure that his rebirth must mean something.
He should have thought of it; this town was so different compared to his previous life; there were no signs of dilapidation at all, so it was time that rewinded back to ten years ago.
Feng Qi.
The name popped up in A’s mind.
Find Feng Qi, the girl that the ghost liked, to unlock the source of the ghost’s resentment so that the disaster could be resolved.
This was the most widely spread way of overcoming ghosts in this world.
It was also the meaning of his rebirth!
Thinking about this, a smile appeared on A’s face.
As long as he could escape from here, he would be able to go to Feng Qi, and then he would be able to completely get rid of the fate of his last life.
But how to escape?
A couldn’t help but fall into hard thinking.
The others watched as he muttered, and their moods became heavier and heavier.
Thinking that he was either possessed or scared mad.
They didn’t know how long the stalemate lasted, but the sky outside grew darker and darker. It was almost dark, and there were no electric lights in the apartment building. Everyone had to use their field flashlights to illuminate.
Everyone was afraid of falling into darkness.
Because no one knew whether the face of the companion beside them in the darkness would turn into that ghastly white ghost’s face.
But the flashlight wasn’t as bright as the electric light. In this enclosed space, it only gave people a stronger sense of oppression; they all regretted not buying a better-performing flashlight when preparing for the expedition.
In this quiet to frightening atmosphere, several people couldn’t help but cry out.
“What to do? I don’t want to die here, oooh.”
“Someone save us, ooh!”
They were, after all, just students who had just left campus.
Even though they liked to pursue excitement and explore paranormal events on weekdays, they never thought that they would actually die at the hands of a ghost.
The cries echoed in the hall, making a lot of noise.
Finally, some people couldn’t take it anymore and felt that staying here was a dead end, so they might as well go out and fight for a way out.
After all, generally speaking, ghosts would take advantage of the darkness to strike, and for them to stay put here was tantamount to asking for death.
“But if we go out together, won’t the ghost follow us? Wouldn’t that change nothing?”
“So what I’m saying is that we go out one by one.”
“You see, the ghost hasn’t taken action until now. I guess it is either waiting for time or waiting until certain conditions are met before k-illing. Let’s call it the murder rule. As long as we carefully avoid its rules, we may be able to escape!”
Brother B was worthy of being a veteran of psychic knowledge and had analyzed a method that sounded reliable even at such a tense moment.
Although he was still irritated and by the crowd, he couldn’t care less about this now and was just racking his brain to escape from this current predicament.
He knew quite a few urban weird legends and had seen quite a few horror movies.
Many directors set certain conditions for ghosts to ki-ll in order to make their movies more entertaining; otherwise, the characters would be ki-lled directly when encountering a ghost, which would be very unappealing.
For example, the ghost would ki-ll when the person turned around, and some would ki-ll when the person opened the door. When watching the movies, he would think that if they didn’t violate those rules, the person might be able to survive. Now that he really encountered a ghost, brother B was actually not sure whether this ghost would be the same as the ghosts in the ghost stories, but based on the current situation and the various manifestations of the ghost, this was the most reliable method.
But how to avoid the rules?
Someone suggested playing a game.
From the previous demeanor of the ghost groping around the ground, this ghost’s perception didn’t seem to be very sharp; it was simply following its resentment to ki-ll humans without subjective consciousness.
If they pretended to just be playing a game, the ghost might not immediately notice.
It would also give them time to escape.
“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors; the one who wins can leave.”
Rock-paper-scissors required two people to play; there were nine of them now, and if it went well, the last one left would be the ghost.
Everyone else could leave without any problems.
This method sounded great, and the frightened crowd quickly agreed.
Even A joined in, as he was eager to leave quickly.
And so the game soon began.
The crowd didn’t want to waste any time and decided to play one game to decide the winner.
Because for some reason, there was some sort of metaphysical intuition that told everyone that they had to get out of here before it got completely dark, or else something really horrible would definitely happen.
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
The loser hung his head and was placed back at the end of the line to continue the game with the next person.
Since no one wanted to be left behind to guess with the ghosts, the crowd scrambled to be the first.
“Rock paper scissors!”
“Rock Paper Scissors!”
“Rock Paper Scissors!”
“Hey, don’t take my spot!”
“It’s my turn, that’s right! I was here first!”
The intensity of the scramble grew, and they even began to fight.
Brother B looked at the crowd with hatred and disdain, knowing their inherent flaws and feeling disdainful towards them.
These guys were really stupid. They didn’t know that the more urgent it was, the less time they could turn things around. These arguing guys were wasting everyone’s time.
Then Brother B counted the number of people left; even with him, there were still seven people.
That means there was still one more guess to go before someone encountered a ghost.
Brother B looked at his seat; he happened to be the sixth.
For a moment, he didn’t even dare to look back.
He couldn’t remember who was behind him when he looked back just now.
Was it his real classmate? Or was it… the ghost?
His calmness just now disappeared without a trace; fear made his body tremble; he subconsciously also wanted to join the scrambling crowd.
But who knew that the person behind him suddenly reached out and put his hand on his shoulder?
The cold touch was frightening.
Before he could scream, Brother B heard the trembling voice of the person behind him: “Brother B, did you find out too?”
It was A’s voice.
Find out what?
“The one who is guessing with us isn’t our classmate.”
A’s trembling finger pointed to the person at the front of the line.
Brother B froze and looked up as if waking up from a dream.
He found that there was actually an unusually tall man there.
As far as he could remember, there was no one that tall among the people traveling with him.
Even though the height of the lobby of this apartment building wasn’t very high, it was still more than two meters, yet that man’s head was almost to the ceiling, giving people a strong sense of visual oppression.
That person remained silent, just following the rules of the game and constantly extending his hand with the others.
The arms that were exposed were a different color from the others—a dead man’s grayish white.
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
The losing student’s face was pale, and he walked towards the end of the line in disappointment.
Just like A, who had just lost the guessing game.
People lined up in order with their guesses, and no one raised their heads to look at the person’s face from the beginning to the end.
A’s voice was desperate: “I looked up… and saw…” saw that familiar and strange face.
His skin was miserably white.
The man with hollow eye sockets had a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth grinning almost to the base of his ears, grotesquely inhuman.
He seemed to take pleasure in playing the game and seemed to just smile mechanically.
It was A’s worst nightmare.
Brother B stared at the man dumbfounded, unable to remember when he appeared.
Or was he the one who was guessing with the crowd at the beginning?
This answer, even if imagined, could make one shiver uncontrollably.
It was also at this point that Brother B realized that the guessing game had already gone on for many rounds.
But they hadn’t all left yet.
Obviously there were only eight of them, two by two; this game should have ended a long time ago.
He had thought that the one who stayed at the end was in the most dangerous position, they would encounter the ghost and have to risk playing the game with the ghost.
But Brother B realized that he seemed to have thought too naively.
It was like being mesmerized, completely unable to think of where the loophole of this game laid.
I.e., the ghost wouldn’t necessarily wait until the end to participate in the game.
Guessing pairs of two, and the loser returned to the team to start over.
Brother B had always assumed it to be the ideal situation, where one person from each pair would leave.
But if the ghost joined the game in the middle of the game, the most horrible situation for the human side would happen.
If one thought about it, it was impossible for the ghost to lose; no one could win against a ghost.
It also meant that they would be stuck in a cycle that they could never escape from.
B shuddered and counted the number of people again; it was still seven.
That meant there was one person gone, and who was that person?
Brother B realized he hadn’t actually paid attention before.
It was obvious that common sense would dictate that every one of his companions who escaped this place would be in the limelight.
Why was everything so weird, and why on earth did he propose this flawed game?
No, now that he thought about it, the voice that suggested the guessing game wasn’t even his.
Whose was it then?
Was this idea of escaping through the game really his idea?
Just as Brother B was shivering from this fine thought, he suddenly felt a piercing chill.
When he looked up, he actually realized that there was no one in front of him anymore.
He had become the person at the front.
He was about to guess with the ghost.
“How… how can it be so fast?” Brother B couldn’t believe it.
But it was true, and the voice of an unknown person came to his ears, low and hoarse, his voice sounded like he was choking on bloo-d; it was extremely eerie.
It was also like the voice that proposed to play the guessing game and set the rules: “Rock, paper, scissors.”
The palm that was dead gray in color reached out towards him.
Brother B looked at the palm with a pale face.
The tall male’s palm was wide, with long finger bones, yet the bones were twisted as if they had been broken.
It was the hand of a ghost.
Somehow, he was obviously scared to death, but Brother B remembered the face that A had just mentioned.
Unable to control his vision, he followed the palm of that hand upwards and saw a pair of bloo-dy eye sockets.
The faint glow of the flashlight in the hall reflected the tall man’s empty gaze; it was as if he were in a university laboratory, looking across the formalin liquid to the dead, lifeless eyes of a corpse.
In an instant, the nerves that had been straining under the intense mental impact suddenly snapped.
Brother B screamed miserably, avoiding the tall man in front of him and rushing in the direction of the door.
“No, I don’t want to, ah ah ah! Help! Help!”
He didn’t want to guess with the ghost; he didn’t want to be trapped here; he wanted to escape; he had to escape!
The tall man didn’t block him.
Brother B smoothly pushed open the door of the apartment building.
Before he could be happy that he had escaped, the next second he couldn’t move.
Terrified, he looked at his ankle.
There was a pale palm there.
And a wailing, drowning companion trapped in the wall.
It was the only classmate who had won the game.
So he was here.
“Ahhhhhh– ”
The mournful screams resounded through the apartment building, but the backpackers who should have been flustered by this were unusually quiet.
They didn’t seem to even notice their companions’ miserable screams, but were still following the rules of guessing.
Their faces were getting paler and paler, but as if they were gamblers who had been gambling for a long time, they mumbled, “Next time, next time I will win.”.
A stood numbly at the end of the line; the flashlight in his hand was making noises, as if it were affected by some kind of magnetic field, and the power that could have lasted for several months began to drain rapidly.
The night was getting deeper and deeper; maybe in a while the flashlight would go out, and it would be the end of the game.
A didn’t expect B’s spirit to be so fragile. He was easily stimulated and went crazy, breaking the rules of the ghost and rushing out. He thought he could find a helper to figure out a solution together, but now he was completely in a desperate situation.
The others had become completely addicted to the game; they had lost their sanity and were unable to communicate; now only A could barely stay awake.
He soberly realized that if this game continued, everyone would surely die.
Because he could feel that every time he played against the ghost, he became weaker, as if a part of his soul had been drained away.
The ghost’s expression, on the other hand, became more and more vivid, as if the next moment he would reveal a tyrannical and pleasurable laughter just like in his previous life.
He was looking forward to seeing the uglyness of human beings struggling for survival before their tragic deaths.
Such was the fate of gambling with ghosts.
It would have been better if he had refused the game in the first place; then there would have been room for maneuver.
But he was still human after all, and he simply couldn’t do anything to completely resist the fierce ghost’s attempt to mesmerize the human mind.
This game was guided by the bad character of the ghost at the beginning, and it was already heaven’s mercy that he could wake up halfway through the game.
A looked down at his subconsciously trembling hands, also about to collapse.
He was unwilling—really unwilling; it wasn’t easy to be reborn; it wasn’t easy to come to this point!
A looked at the deepening smile on the ghost’s face not far away, as well as the remaining four people beside him; it felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The game had gone on for a long time.
An inexplicable intuition told him that his chances had run out.
One more game and he would be completely disqualified from the game, just like those students who had disappeared into thin air.
A’s trembling eyes looked towards the wall beside him, the pairs of hands that were still desperately reaching forward, the silhouettes struggling to escape from the wall.
— Let’s continue, continue the game! I will win! I will win!
The silhouettes howled so miserably.
The line reached the front row again.
A’s breathing was unsteady, his pupils constricted and dilated; he was so terrified that he almost fainted but was kept awake by the deadly tug of the desire to live.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
The man’s voice was hoarse but it was filled a great unspeakable pleasure.
Looking at the man’s outstretched hand, it was rock.
And himself, it was scissors.
The premonition of approaching death caused A to completely despair, and he went limp, screaming out the moment the countless pairs of arms on the ground grabbed him.
Insanely, he stretched out his hands that hadn’t yet sunk into the ground and prayed, “No! Don’t ki-ll me! I don’t want to die!”
“Feng Qi! I know where Feng Qi is! I’ll help you find her! Please let me go, ah ah ah!”
At the moment of life and death, A shouted out Feng Qi’s name.
He didn’t know if it would work; he didn’t know if it would backfire and irritate the ghost, but at a time like this, this was the only way to gain some slight possibility of survival.
He had thought that this was just a struggle that he couldn’t do anything about, but he didn’t expect the dragging ghostly hands underneath him to actually stop.
The ghost not far away also paused in his movements.
This familiar name reminded his chaotic brain of some broken memories, resentment, and madness mixed together.
The fierce ghost that had been playing the game here for a long time finally remembered who he should really resent.
That damn fool, Gu Yin!
A mere fool, how dare he take away His power!
Ki-ll him, ki-ll him, ki-ll him, ki-ll him!!!!
He would take away everything he cared about! Both the priest and the equally damned woman!
Tear them all apart, all of them! All of it—especially the priest—was His! It was all His!
Everything that had been stolen from him was to be taken back from Gu Yin!
Rustling-
The tall, ghost twitched his ghoulish limbs, bloo-dy tears streamed from his eyes, and his face, which had been stiff and smiling, ceased to be and became, instead, spiteful and ghastly.
His miserable nature after having his organs taken away was vaguely revealed.
The pain of being split up and having many of his organs taken away from him while he was alive lingered in his perception long after his power had been taken away.
The pain bred resentment, and the resentment bred violence.
Even the space around the ghost collapsed and deformed because of this unceasing hatred.
There were even many unnamable objects around his body, emitting the same resentful voice as the ghost, and the ghost domain covering half of the town became more and more terrifying.
Under the cold atmosphere, the backpackers howled miserably as if they were infected with the same pain.
A had only just desperately struggled to break free from the ghostly hands, and in the end, he could only collapse to the ground with the same mental breakdown as the others, welcoming the impending death.
He was even more miserable than his classmates, who were trapped in the walls.
But just when he thought he was about to end up here, and his consciousness began blurring, he suddenly heard a familiar man’s voice.
His voice was excited and morbid.
It was the change in the ghost domain just now that had attracted the uninvited guest.
“Finally, I found you.”
Why was it so familiar?
A raised his head and saw a skinless face; it was dripping with bloo-d and was even more terrifying than the ghost.
It wasn’t just because of the scarlet bloo-dy tissue and the gruesome white skull.
Rather, it was because it was smiling.
Tearing—it was the sound of skin being torn.
The ghost’s ghastly white face became as bloo-dy as it was.
A spiteful hissing sound came from it.
On the walls and on the ceiling, countless pairs of ghastly white arms tried to stop the Faceless Man but were too weak to resist.
He had been robbed of too much power, and the ghost domain that the other party had taken the opportunity to eat away at during his loss of sanity had also prevented him from utilizing his full power, and he could only continue to fall into the fray.
A stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Splat–
The arm that was torn fell at his feet, even struggling to move, trying to return to its own body.
But it was to no avail at all.
The tall figure with a bloo-died face couldn’t hide his excitement as he yanked on the other arms of the ghost and ripped them off with a single push.
One after another, the sound of bones breaking and flesh separating was chilling.
It was like a small child who had gotten the toy of its choice and arbitrarily yanked off the butterfly’s wings, yet they seemed so happy.
Hahaha—the uncontrollable laughter was exuberant and crazy.
It even carried a child’s characteristic naivety yet egregious cruelty.
A finally remembered why this sound was so familiar.
It was the voice of the ghost.
Countless times, his countless death reincarnations, the happy laughter made by the ghost.
Click-click-click-
Immediately after that, the sound of chewing came; it was the sound of the ghost being gnawed on.
Bloo-d mixed with crushed flesh spread everywhere, staining the soles of A’s shoes red.
Sluggish as a puppet, he lifted his eyes tremblingly and saw that the ghost, which was horrifying to the extreme in his own eyes, was being laughed at by this faceless man who appeared out of nowhere as he tore the skin and flesh from its body.
Though he was laughing, in his eyes was a loathing that went deep into his bones.
Over and over again.
Until the ghost’s white bones were visible.
The ghost looked like it was in pain, taking advantage of the gap between tearing and fighting to spitefully curse the other.
Even when his tongue was ripped out, he still used the ghosts and shadows beside him to sarcastically speak, “Damn monster! Do you think you’ll get happiness this way?”
“Ugly monster! Your soul is as ugly as your skin!”
“Did you think that taking away my power would make him like you? You’re so ridiculously childish, ho ho ho.”
The ghost knew what the other party feared the most.
After all, they had the same soul.
So when making sarcastic remarks, he was more likely to hit the nail on the head.
A’s joy came to an abrupt end as he saw the smile on the skinless, tall figure’s face turn grim.
The resentful emotion was generally the same as that of a ghost filled with hostility.
Seeming to have grown tired of tearing the ghost apart with its own hands, the faceless figure stood up straight and looked down expressionlessly at the ghost on the ground that was like a maggot with only the white bones of its torso remaining.
It was as if he were looking at an impotent and furious worm.
This look pierced the ghost, causing him to recall the scenes from the past when he was split up.
It instantly made Him furious.
He wouldn’t go back to the past, nor would He turn into that stupid Gu Yin that would be deceived and have its flesh and blo-od eaten, nor would He ever allow Himself to have everything taken away from Him again!
Never!
Because… it hurt, it was painful…
Whether it was having His throat slit or having His limbs chopped off, it was painful.
The pain was so great that he never forgot every minute of it, and he still wailed ten years after his death.
Why?
Why did it become like this again?
Why did everything always get taken away?
Everything was taken away!
The irrational ghost’s mind flashed back to the priest’s seeming favoritism towards Gu Yin earlier.
He thought he didn’t care at all about such a trivial matter, but now, after being on the verge of madness, he realized that he cared immensely.
That extremely subtle difference was enough to make him become hysterical.
For that meant that the deepest fear of the ghost was probably going to happen—that his other self would get what he had never been able to get.
Why could that fool get it? Why was that priest gentle with him?
No, he couldn’t get it either! He would be just like him! Sooner or later!
Deep in memories, the ghost’s mind crumbled, and the black mist around his body formed twisted shadows, then the formed arm grasped towards the Faceless Man, only to be easily dispersed.
Finally, the faceless man pulled back the corners of his mouth, his smile not reaching the bottom of his eyes.
Reaching out his hand, he pulled the long hair of the ghost’s struggling and writhing head and dragged it to the ground.
The smile on his face appeared a little neurotic, and his gesture was so relaxed that it looked like he was mopping the floor, loose and light.
A fell to the ground holding his head in fear, not daring to look up.
After hearing footsteps, he had thought that these two horrible monsters were leaving, but when he opened his eyes, he found a pair of greenish-white feet stopping nearby.
The man stood not far from him, dragging the gruesome corpse in his hand.
The thick bloo-d coming out of the dragged black long hair was wet and spread to the side of his face.
Even after having been transformed into this appearance, the ghost was still alive, and curses filled with abhorrence came out of that bloo-d-soaked head.
An unprecedented sense of fear nearly suffocated him.
Was he about to die?
A was horrified to the core, only to realize that the footsteps were just passing by, and then it continued to pace the hall.
Circle after circle, leaving a trail of bloo-d.
It didn’t stop until the wailing curses of the ghost faded.
Raising his hand, he stared blankly at the last piece of skin he had finally yanked off; it wasn’t clear what he was thinking.
After a long time, so long that when A was about to be crushed by the silent fear in the hall, he heard a low laugh.
Unlike the wantonness and insanity of a moment ago, the smile was now truly as full of pleasantness as a normal human being.
But after hearing it for a long time, it was even more terrifying than before.
Snap-snap-snap-
The footsteps went deeper into the halls of the apartment, leaving the dragged and bloo-died limbs and arms thrown behind him.
A saw that the stump was still moving, like the nerves remaining after the death of a beef cow, trying to struggle.
The next second, it was crushed into mincemeat by an invisible force.
Minced meat splattered all over the place.
Shocked by this scene, A’s fragile sanity nearly collapsed; he almost screamed, but luckily he was still able to cover his own mouth, trying to suppress his fear.
Not caring about the unconscious companions beside him, A crawled towards the exit.
As long as he could get out, as long as he could find that girl, Feng Qi, as long as he could find her!
However, before he climbed to the exit and pushed open the door, there was once again movement behind him.
It was a low, magnetic laugh, the sickly pleasure in it chilling.
A reflexively curled up and cried snotty tears, praying that God would give him a chance to live.
It was only after a long time that he mustered up the courage to look back in the direction from which the sound had come.
It was where the hall connected to the corridor.
There was a full-body mirror there.
The height wasn’t very high; after all, it was only used to organize the grooming of the incoming and outgoing residents, so, that tall figure needed to bend over to look into the mirror; he looked fascinated.
This scene was simply bizarre.
Oh-
The man laughed at the mirror many times in succession, as if he were learning how to laugh normally.
The laughter was different each time, yet clearly more normal than once.
What was he doing?
A didn’t know and didn’t want to know.
He tried to keep crawling away but was too terrified to avert his eyes and watched as the man covered his own face with his hands, as if groping for something.
Tick tock-
Beads of bloo-d slid down the joint between his cheek and chin, gradually healing.
The only remaining flashlight in the hall wasn’t far away, it was still emitting a faint light.
With the light, A saw the bloo-dy, horrible face covered by a familiar face in that mirror.
A heard the sound of his own teeth clashing together, and after his fear reached the extreme, he could only watch the scene almost numbly.
As it turned out, he was in the process of pasting the skin torn from the ghost onto his face.
The movements were careful, very different from the violent and wanton behavior from before.
“Looking good… Becoming good-looking..”
A heard the man murmur.
He was incomparably similar to the previous ghost that had descended into madness, insane and senseless.
Or rather, he was already insane in the first place.
“Have I gotten better looking?”
Suddenly, the dark eyes of the person in the mirror moved and looked in the direction of A.
The smile at the corner of his mouth became twisted and horrible in the mirror.
“Yes, yes.” A realized the man was questioning himself.
He trembled and shivered.
Thinking that perhaps he too had gone mad, how else could he see the anticipation of a young girl in love from the horrible pale face in the mirror?
It was like ‘she’ was expecting to be answered by a bystander, and then she could go and meet her beloved in contentment.
“Really?”
The pitch-black eyes suddenly came extremely close, and the man with a frighteningly tall figure unexpectedly appeared in front of A in an instant.
He stretched out his large, bony hands and grabbed A’s head like a lifeless leather ball.
Once again, he inquired.
The pain of his scalp being torn apart caused A to scream miserably, and the man tilted his head, showing no sign of this, indifferent as if it wasn’t a matter of concern.
He just asked again, “Really?”
A cried out in pain and fear; he didn’t want to be torn apart by the monster in front of him like the ghost was; his barely maintained sanity allowed him to only desperately answer the man’s question, “Yes, yes! Good looking! You’ve gotten better looking!”
The flesh-covered face was still oozing bloo-d, but the clean skin did make his original sinewy and vascularized skin become as normal as a normal human being.
A’s senses were already numb at this point, but he still felt that if this face belonged to a normal human, then he could indeed be called a handsome young man.
Instead of now, his dark and lightless eyes were full of inhuman cruelty, as if he were just a tool, just like the mirror just now.
It was a bone-deep tyranny not unlike that of the fierce ghost, devoid of empathy.
Apparently, the answer of the human in his hands amused it.
So he smiled gently as the priest had done, giving the illusion of harmlessness.
Lightly, he let go of his hand, allowing the human to fall to the ground with a cry of misery.
Then he touched his smooth, good-looking face, his smile growing more and more joyful.
He was so happy.
He had finally become good-looking, and he was going to meet the priest, who would be happy to see this face.
He would be.
Then they could live happily ever after, forever and ever.
Thick bloo-d was still trickling down from the slit where Gu Yin’s neck was attached to the skin.
He wiped it over and over again, a smile of unprecedented happiness on his face, as if he was fantasizing about the happy future that was so close at hand.
He didn’t feel in the slightest how bizarre this scene was and how twisted and morbid this way of reaching a happy ending was.
At this time the sky had completely darkened, the hall was full of plasma and broken limbs, the flashlight on the ground had finally consumed all its power, and the light completely disappeared, leaving only darkness.
Collapsed on the ground, although A couldn’t see, he could feel that the inhumanly tall figure not far away was still standing in the same place.
He seemed to be engrossed in his newly acquired skin and unable to extricate himself.
Taking advantage of this gap, he endeavored to crawl forward with nothing but the conviction of escaping in his heart, and when he finally got close enough to the glass door, he fought to push it open, but before he could be ecstatic, he heard the sound of the glass door shattering.
The glass door that had withstood the battle between the two inhuman creatures was already fragile and shattered into cracks as soon as A pushed it, making a great noise in the quiet street.
A’s liver and guts trembled; he didn’t dare to look back to check on that horrible tall figure.
With a sense of luck, A continued crawling forward with his scared limbs but was forced to stop in front of a pair of pale white feet.
Trembling and raising his head, A saw the tall figure crouching next to him, quietly looking at the sprawling him, the smile gone from his handsome face.
His pitch-black pupils were dead and seemed to be overflowing with malice towards the living.
At this moment, A actually understood the reason for this malice—he interrupted his beautiful dream.
The price to be paid was death.
At that exact moment, someone seemed to be attracted by the sound of breaking glass.
The bright light of a cell phone flashlight flickered, pointing this way.
Snap —
The sound of footsteps was steady; even in this eerie street, there was no sign of panic.
Hiss–
In a flash, A, who was still waiting for death to come, felt that he heard the hissing of a snake.
The tall man with a pale complexion in front of him subconsciously covered his face and curled up in the corner, completely losing the unhurried malice from just now.
He was actually in as much panic as he had just been.
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Cannon fodders should have a union, they suffer so much 😮💨
This arc has been nothing but painnn, where’s the love? 😭
See ya tomorrow ✌️
I need to update regularly again. 🫶
Need some love and affection! Thank you for the chapter!
Yay! Thank you so much for the chapter!