CH 141.3

Three minutes later, all the ghosts had crowded into the room.

Fearful hid next to Bai Lixin and spoke with a trembling voice, “Master Bai Lixin, we spent two nights helping you find all the people who were victims of Huang Xiaolian.”

“We didn’t find all of them, some died, but all those who are still around are here.”

Bai Lixin looked around at these ghosts, almost all of them had the same characteristic, deep resentment.

There were over twenty in all, and as Bai Lixin swept his eyes over them, he stopped on one of the melancholic female ghosts who looked fairly normal. “You’re Han Li?”

The girl became flustered and nodded in a panic, “You know me?”

Bai Lixin: “I’ve seen your body in the morgue.”

Han Li froze for a moment and suddenly asked, “What about my child? Did you see it?”

Bai Lixin: “A friend of mine helped bury it; he found a place with mountains, water, flowers, and grass.”

Hearing this, the melancholic aura on Han Li’s body disappeared.

When giving the brooch to Fearful and the girl, he had asked them to help find the owners of these trophies.

‘I thought it would take a little longer, but they found them in less than a day.’

Bai Lixin looked at the office building in the distance, and handed Fearful the key he had just received from Teacher Sheng.

“This is the key to Huang Xiaolian’s room, it’s on the 5th floor of that office building in front, room 501.”

The eyes of the group of ghosts that had been staring at Bai Lixin were suddenly enveloped in malice. They stared at the key in Fearful’s hand intently, their entire bodies filled with restlessness.

“You know what to do next, I don’t think I should say anything more.”

“Avenge what you should, and repay what you should.”

“I just have one request, don’t make his death too easy.”

Fearful held the key in both hands, and the original timid gaze had long since been replaced by resentment.

Ghosts aren’t omnipotent; after death, they will always linger in the place of death, repeating their tragedy over and over again.

That’s why the dancing girl he had a crush on appeared in the dance studio over and over again.

While searching for the owners of these lost objects, he had witnessed the scene of their deaths, physically experiencing their deaths and suffering as if he were there, over and over again.

Huang Xiaolian deserves to die!

But death was too easy for him, and Master Bai Lixin was right, he deserved a punishment that would give him despair!

—————

late at night, midnight sharp.

Huang Xiaolian was awakened by the sound of footsteps.

He woke up in a daze and glared at the ceiling, cursing, “Is that bastard still tossing around in the middle of the night?”

“Who lives on the fourth floor?”

Huang Xiaolian yawned and fumbled for his mobile phone from the side of his bed, not caring what time it was, he dialed it directly.

After a few seconds, a voice came from the other end of the line, “Hello, Chairman Huang.”

“Xiao Sheng,” the sound of hurried footsteps came from overhead again, and Huang Xiaolian sat up on the bed, asking irritably, “Who lives upstairs? Call them and get them out, now!”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Teacher Sheng’s voice sounded a bit creeped out: “Chairman Huang, what happened upstairs?”

Huang Xiaolian cursed into the phone, “People are walking around upstairs, it’s killing me, tell them to stop right now!”

There was another long silence on the other end of the line, and just as Huang Xiaolian’s patience was wearing thin, an electric static sound suddenly came over the phone, and the next second, a horrifying hoarse voice came through, “Isn’t your upstairs, the roof?”

The voice sounded as rotten as dry bones in a swamp, and Huang Xiaolian suddenly trembled so hard that the phone fell from his hand and onto the floor, but he could still hear the horrible laughter coming from it.

—“Hee hee hee…”

Once again, the sound of running came from above his head.

But this time, it was the sound of chaotic footsteps, as if they were going to trample on the top of the head.

Huang Xiaolian finally woke up from his daze; he was on the fifth floor now, not the third!

There was no one above the fifth floor!

Then who could it be?

The voice on the phone was still laughing, and Huang Xiaolian was only horrified for two seconds before quickly calming down.

First, he slowly picked up the phone from the ground, then lowered his voice and asked in his usual oppressive tone, “Who the hell are you? What are you doing?”

The voice on the phone laughed shrilly and shouted, “I am the person you killed; I want to seek revenge on you, Jie Jie Jie Jie.”

“The person I killed?” Huang Xiaolian sneered, “I don’t care who you are, ask yourself who I am, how dare you even mess with me?”

“You’re pretending to be a ghost, huh? I’ll really help you die when I find out who you are!”

“The person I killed? Then are you a ghost? I played with the people I killed like animals while they were alive, so what can they do after they’re dead?”

“I will kill you if you are alive, but I am afraid that you will become a ghost!”

“If you are really a ghost, then that’s lame, I haven’t played with ghosts yet, and I’d like to see whether it’s me who scares people or you.”

Huang Xiaolian’s eyes were gradually filled with cruelty as he glanced up at the roof with disdain and taunted into his mobile phone, “What, you dare to pretend to be a ghost on the roof too? Come down and show me if you dare.”

With that, he stood up from the bed and drew a knife about half a meter long from under the bed.

The sound of footsteps on the roof came to an abrupt halt.

Huang Xiaolian laughed and taunted at the already quiet phone, “What, you don’t dare?”

“You’ll actively come to apologize to me tomorrow.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and just as Huang Xiaolian thought the other side had compromised and was about to turn off the phone, the voice on the other end rang out again.

—-“Heh, welcome to hell.”

Huang Xiaolian raised his head, and his puzzled eyes crashed into a pair of strange red pupils.

——————-

When Huang Xiaolian woke up, he found that his whole body was chained—his wrists, ankles, and even his neck were not spared.

He lay on the ground like a dog, the chains around his neck attached to a roller on the ceiling, which was slowly turning and tightening.

Huang Xiaolian could only forcefully raise his head, and he struggled to stand up, his hands and legs feeling like they were nailed to the floor.

Where was this place?

Was it still a battle of wits with the prankster on the fifth floor of the office building?

How did he end up here?

He looked around and saw that he was on some kind of stage. Below, was a crowded audience, and Huang Xiaolian’s pupils suddenly shrank once he saw their faces, and his whole body trembled with fear.

They were monsters that looked like evil spirits, even more terrifying than the hideous ghosts in the Night Walk of a Hundred Ghosts in legend.

Some had no hair, some had faces that were a mass of blood and flesh, some had their bodies sewn together, and some had their stomachs hollowed out…

All were staring at him intently, a greedy and cruel light in their eyes, as if they wanted to swoop up and tear him to pieces in the next second.

‘I must be dreaming.

Yes, this is a dream!’

Huang Xiaolian gritted his teeth and kept calling out to himself in his head.

‘Huang Xiaolian, wake up, wake up!

It’s all in your mind; there’s no problem, there’s no one.’

Just as he was hinting to himself in his mind, he suddenly felt a dull pain.

His eyes snapped open with pain, and he found that one of the ghosts that had been below the stage a moment ago was now standing in front of him.

It pulled out his intestines and slammed them down on his back like a whip.

Huang Xiaolian cried out in pain as his back felt like it was on fire.

‘It hurt! I can feel pain?!

How was it possible? I shouldn’t feel pain in my dream.’

At that moment, a cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

The sound of the ghosts talking in the distance was heard over the sound of the whipping.

“This dog seems disobedient.”

“It doesn’t matter, just beat it until it is.”

“We have all the time in the world.”