Chapter 161: Asumu

Chapter 161: Asumu

The tanned man was determined. His large body perfectly shielded the village chief behind him. Normally, five men wouldn’t be his match, but unfortunately, his opponent was a ghost this time. This was an existence that he couldn’t really understand.

The ghost didn’t attack directly, as if she was deep in thought.

“Village chief,” The tanned man stared at the twisting figure and whispered under his breath, “How are you?”

The hand that held the cane shivered. The tanned man was not as calm as he appeared. Actually, he was taken by surprise when the ghost first appeared. He only came to minutes ago when the ghost wanted to go after the village head.

The village head had a few moments to take his breath. His eyes glowed slightly, “Asumu!” He gasped heavily, “What are you doing? Why didn’t you leave?”

Hearing this, Asumu’s grip on the staff tightened, and he didn’t move.

“You are different from us!” The village head said desperately, “There is no blood on your hands. Leave! I told you to leave!” The village head hit him weakly on his arm. He still didn’t move. Instead, he adjusted his posture to better shield the village head as he nudged him towards the staircase.

“Asumu!” The village head yelled, “If you do this, no one can escape. She will not let me go. Your mom was right. Every debt is recorded, and eventually, they have to be cleared!”

A pair of bloody eyes stared at them. The ghost somehow didn’t make a move. She only watched coolly as Asumu led the village head to the staircase.

Suddenly, the peaceful stalemate was shattered. The twisting figure charged over. Asumu bumped into the village head to send him down the stairs. Then, he waved his staff to face the ghost. “Go!” Asumu shouted. On one side was a thin figure about 1.5 meters tall, and on the other side was a two-meter-tall giant waving a large wooden stick. The battle ended in mere seconds.

Asumu’s eyes blurred. Then, he saw a headless body holding a wooden stick fall with a thud.

When the village head returned and saw the wounds on Asumu, his heart pained. He told Asumu not to tolerate his son too much. Asumu took that literally. He picked up the eldest son and tossed him into the pigsty.

The village head’s heart pained even harder.

His eldest son was bedridden for four months. His legs would automatically weaken when he saw Asumu.

However, Asumu was never one to hold onto grudges. He treated everyone the same, but he always cared deeply for the village head.

The villagers often grumbled that the village head could sit in his position so squarely because of Asumu. His three biological sons were useless tapeworms.

“Asumu,” The village head tried to have a heart-to-heart with Asumu every time they drank. He asked what kind of woman Asumu liked so he could kidnap a wife for him. Killing men and keeping the women. They had done this for years already.

However, Asumu shook his head every time. In fact, he’d persuade the village head to stop the operation. This meant that the village head never had a good time drinking with Asumu.

Theoretically speaking, Asumu was young and tough. He was not bad-looking either. There had to be girls who liked him. Unfortunately, he was from Little Ravine Village. No one would be willing to send their daughters to this accursed place. Not even widows would consider that.

Naturally, Asumu had stayed single... until his death.

The village head caressed Asumu’s face. He looked like he was possessed.