Chapter 162: Trap

Chapter 162: Trap

After losing three sons and Asumu, this caused the old man’s mind to collapse. He lowered his head and mumbled things that no one understood. In the end, even the mumbling stopped.

The village head, who lost his heart, slid down the wall. A giant hole in his chest gurgled out blood. A red line moved down the yellowed wall. His head was gone too.

The figure flickered and she appeared in the hidden room. Three human heads were casually dropped on the ground. The village head, Qian Jianxiu, and... Asumu.

Asumu’s head landed less than a metre away from Jiang Cheng. His head was at least twice as big as the other two heads. Due to the angle, Jiang Cheng couldn’t see his head, only his hair that was matted with blood. Blood flowed through the black floor.

The twisting figure opened the closet using her impossibly flexible arms. She walked in, and the closet closed with a creak.

She left. Then again, what else could she do if she stayed? She got her revenge. This was a release for her. Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but be reminded of the women at Little Ravine Village. He thought of the hostility and tiredness on their faces. This kind of life was a torture for them. Some of them already had a dead heart.

Even if they could leave Little Ravine Village, nothing would ever be the same. The stigma they would receive from society at large would be the second knife above their necks. Suddenly, Jiang Cheng felt something strange. It was as if... there was a pair of eyes on him. He instantly turned to the closet. The closet doors were firmly shut, and the hidden room was unusually quiet.

Then, he slowly moved his gaze to search around the hidden room. It was covered by a mysterious halo. Jiang Cheng guessed this was the iron door’s blessing. Every piece of furniture was where it should be. They were dusted with strange light. This hidden room... no, this hostel should be devoid of living humans.

But... who was staring at him then?

Jiang Cheng slowly pulled his eyes back. At that moment, a flash crossed his eyes. Then, his body froze. He finally found where the gaze came from.

It was... Asumu! His tilted head lay on the ground. His eyes were widened, and his mouth was agape. He stared at Jiang Cheng like he still had things he wanted to say. A decapitated head would not get Jiang Cheng to react like this, but this was different because he remembered Asumu’s head was supposed to look away from him.

It was clear that the left side of the face was beaten out of shape. Jiang Cheng guessed the weapons included stones with sharp edges.

Jiang Cheng felt uncomfortable. This should be the actual ghost.

Hidden behind the curtain of tousled hair, a pair of red eyes glared at him. Jiang Cheng knew that if he left the door’s halo, he would be beheaded directly.

The next second, the scene around him started to swirl. A powerful force pulled Jiang Cheng back.

After the familiar sense of vertigo, his feet found purchase. He was back in his office. He swayed and almost fell to the floor.

Before he could turn his head, the iron door behind him disappeared.

He took a deep breath. He moved his numb legs to pour himself a glass of water. The water was warm. As the warmth flowed down his throat, he felt much better.

He didn’t hide his existence, so it didn’t take long for a small series of steps to come from the stairs. Jiang Cheng could imagine the cautious Fatty moving down the steps. He must have heard the commotion downstairs and came to check on it.

“Doctor?” Fatty’s voice came before his person. “Is... that you?”

Jiang Cheng took another sip of the water and said, “No.”

Fatty, by then, had poked his large head from the corner of the stairs. When he saw Jiang Cheng on the couch, his expression brightened. “Doctor, you’re so fast! You’re back in the time I used to change my clothes!”