Chapter 201: Adults Are So Annoying
Zheng Zi’ang looked at the girl with shock and suspicion, only to see the girl slowly raise her head, revealing a pale and delicate face.
There was only one eye left on her face, and the other side had only a bloody hole, as if it had been forcibly dug out.
He was close, and it seemed he could even see the maggots wriggling in the girl’s eye!!
The girl’s mouth twitched, slowly curving upward into a mechanical, extremely weird smile: “Young Master Zheng, I’m Xiao Li. Do you still remember me?”
“What Xiao Hong or Xiao Li! No matter what ghost thing you are! Get out of here! Stop TM pretending to be supernatural and scaring me!” Zheng Zi’ang swallowed, cursing loudly while retreating.
The female ghost named Xiao Li pursed her lips, let out a long sigh, and coquettishly said: “Young Master Zheng is really heartless. You used to tell me that you wanted to be with me forever. I’ve only been dead for half a year, and you’ve already forgotten all about me.”
“Young Master Zheng, being a scumbag will bring heavenly punishment~”
Heavenly punishment?
Zheng Zi’ang sneered. He never believed in heavenly punishment. If there really was such a thing as heavenly punishment, then what was the point of police?
Why not just wait for heaven to strike each bad person with a bolt of lightning?
Zheng Zi’ang reached the doorway and disdainfully said: “I’ve played with no less than hundreds or thousands of women. There are plenty named Xiao Li. What makes you worth remembering?”
“Still trying to pretend to be a ghost and mess with me? Let me tell you! There are no ghosts in this world at all!”
If there really were ghosts, the women his big brother had played to death would have come for him long ago!
“But you, this woman, I’ve remembered you now! Just you wait!”
Zheng Zi’ang pointed at her, twisted the door handle to leave the private room, but suddenly found the door handle wouldn’t budge!
A pale, ice-cold hand slowly rested on his shoulder at that moment, a ghostly voice saying: “Zheng Zi’ang, then me… you should remember, right?”
Zheng Zi’ang instinctively turned his head and saw a tender, delicate young face.
When he saw this face, Zheng Zi’ang stiffened all over, and the deliberately forgotten memories came flooding back: rainy day… the young girl he dragged into the abandoned school building…
And… after he smashed her face beyond recognition with a brick, he dragged her to the abandoned well and threw her in, the young girl dying with eyes wide open…
Zheng Zi’ang’s eyes suddenly widened. He let out a scream, turned around in full terror to run, but his shoulders felt pressed down by invisible giant hands, nailing him firmly in place…
In an instant, the private room, originally filled with decadent sounds, echoed with shrill screams.
Including those three men who had killed Sheng Hanxiang, they also fell to the ground, their bodies convulsing violently, mouths emitting inhuman howls…
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By the time Nan Yuanman, Feng Jingcheng, and Feng Zining hurriedly arrived at the club’s private room and opened the door, they revealed a hellish scene inside.
Zheng Zi’ang was kneeling on the ground with twisted limbs, head held high, a wine bottle stuffed in his mouth, his face slashed to a bloody mess.
Those three men had one with his head submerged in the washbasin drowned, one with his head in the toilet drowned, and the other drowned in a wine barrel.
Besides these four, the others in the private room were scattered on the ground, dead or alive unknown.
Feng Jingcheng just glanced once, then slammed the door shut, turning to Feng Zining with a complicated expression: “Bro, call the police.”
Feng Zining nodded and immediately dialed the telephone.
Nan Yuanman, meanwhile, watched Sheng Hanxiang and the group of ghosts floating out from the private room. Perhaps because they had taken revenge, the grievance on them had dissipated quite a bit.
One of the male ghosts saw Nan Yuanman, his face darkening, eyes flickering, and roared as he charged at her to kill: “It’s all because of you stinking Taoist priests protecting him! That’s why so many people died! You should die too!”
Before he could get close to Nan Yuanman, Xiao Cao, sitting on Nan Yuanman’s shoulder, jumped up and kicked him flying away.
The burned to death ghost emerged at the other end where the male ghost flew, grabbed the male ghost’s collar from behind, and grinned: “You guys are being unreasonable. If it weren’t for my little master helping destroy your amulets, you could only watch your enemies live well!”
The burned to death ghost then gripped the male ghost’s neck, still smiling: “Is this… repaying kindness with enmity? Hmm?”
The male ghost instantly cowered, raising his hands: “I didn’t mean that. I was just a bit displacing anger earlier, yes, displacing anger.”
Nan Yuanman pouted and glared at the male ghost, then looked at Sheng Hanxiang and the group of ghosts, trying hard to look serious: “You’ve now taken your revenge. By the rules, I have to send you to the underworld.”
These ghosts all had human lives on their hands; they couldn’t be allowed to continue lingering in the human world.
“Hey! Little sister, I advise you not to meddle. We’re doing perfectly fine as ghosts now; we don’t need you sending us to the underworld!” A young man with a hideous deathly appearance deliberately tried to scare Nan Yuanman.
Having tasted the power of ghosts, these ghosts eroded by grievance for years no longer yearned for reincarnation; they only wanted to be ghosts and lord it over others.
“Oh, you don’t have to go either.” Nan Yuanman nodded and pulled out the copper coin sword: “Then I’ll beat you to soul dissipation right now, so you don’t go out harming innocents and have heaven calculate the karma on my head.”
The young ghost: “…”
He awkwardly changed his tune with a smile: “But, well, this matter is still open to discussion!”
Sheng Hanxiang let out a long breath. She deeply glanced at Feng Zining, who was on the phone directing the police to the location, then lowered her head with a complicated expression toward Nan Yuanman: “Send me away. Thank you.”
She turned to look at the private room and said softly: “There’s an innocent girl in a white dress inside. She and the others were the next toys targeted by Zheng Zi’ang and Sun Mengman. When you leave, take her away.”
She knew very well what the deaths of Zheng Zi’ang and Sun Mengman meant to those two families. An ordinary girl like her at the scene would likely face their wrath.
Feng Jingcheng took over: “Don’t worry, we’ll take the innocents away.”
Sheng Hanxiang kept her head low: “Thank you.”
Only then did Nan Yuanman summon the underworld officials to take Sheng Hanxiang and these reluctant ghosts to the underworld.
After Nan Yuanman sent the ghosts away, the club’s manager was alarmed. He hurried over to Feng Zining, his fat face beaming with enthusiasm: “Fourth Young Master Feng, Sixth Master Feng, what wind blew you here?”
“Why didn’t you say you were coming? I could have sent someone to receive you!”
Feng Zining gave Feng Jingcheng a strange look, then pointed at the club’s private room and said to the manager: “Instead of receiving us first, you’d better think about how to explain to the Zheng family members.”
The manager puzzledly pushed open the private room door and glanced inside. Seeing the hellish scene, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.
Feng Zining: “?”
Feng Jingcheng: “Oh ho.”
He looked down to see Nan Yuanman sneaking a peek inside guiltily and covered her eyes with his big hand, carrying her away from there: “Children can’t look; it’ll give you a stye.”
“Bro, you handle things here. I’ll take Yuanman home first.” Feng Jingcheng thought that once the police arrived, there would be many people, and the child might get separated, so he said to Feng Zining.
“Come find me at my place after you handle it. I have a surprise for you.”
Feng Zining pinched his brow: “Got it. Go back, Sixth Master Feng.”
Feng Jingcheng: “…”
It didn’t feel off when others called it, but somehow when Feng Zining said it, it sounded sarcastic…
Nan Yuanman hadn’t finished watching the excitement and was leaving, pettily pouting her little buttocks to sit on the ground and throw a tantrum: “No way, I don’t wanna go back. I wanna watch the excitement!”
Feng Jingcheng sneered, thinking this would stop him?
He half-squatted, scooped up Nan Yuanman’s two chubby short legs like holding a bowl, and carried her away directly.
Nan Yuanman: “…”
Adults were really too annoying!
Feng Jingcheng carried Nan Yuanman to the car and had just closed the door when the Zheng family members’ car, having received the news, pulled up. A woman with exquisite makeup stumbled out of the car, running forward while calling: “Zi’ang! My son!”
As she ran, the necklace hidden in her collar flung out. Nan Yuanman in the passenger seat suddenly smelled a thick malevolent Qi.
The small red coffin lid in the small shoulder bag clicked open suddenly.
