Chapter 200: Young Master Zheng, Want Some Grapes?
With a “thud,” Sun Mengman was grabbed by Sheng Hanxiang by the neck and slammed heavily against the car seat back.
A pale, swollen face, wet and glistening like a bloated steamed bun, almost unrecognizable, appeared in front of Sun Mengman.
Sun Mengman’s pupils contracted sharply, her face showing genuine fear, her mouth opening and closing: “Ghost… ghost!!”
Sheng Hanxiang looked at Sun Mengman carefully and laughed upon hearing her voice: “I never expected that someone like you would actually be afraid of ghosts, Sun Mengman.”
This familiar voice made Sun Mengman’s expression change slightly as she looked at her in shock and suspicion: “Sheng, Sheng Hanxiang?!”
As if she had thought of something, she hurriedly spoke up: “Sheng Hanxiang, I’m really sad that you died, but it wasn’t me who killed you! You’ve got the wrong person!”
“Is that so?” Sheng Hanxiang pinched her chin with sharp fingertips and sneered, asking her: “Then… the person who instructed them to disguise themselves as ‘Feng Zining’ to date me wasn’t you either?”
Sun Mengman’s expression changed slightly, her heart filled with fear. Sheng Hanxiang knew? How did she know?!
She had hidden it so well; while Sheng Hanxiang was alive, she hadn’t shown any clues in front of her, and no one dared to reveal it to Sheng Hanxiang without her orders…
No, that’s not right!
Those three men!
It must be those three men who let it slip in front of Sheng Hanxiang!
Sun Mengman inwardly seethed with hatred. Damn it, she knew those lowly poor people couldn’t get the job done!
Sun Mengman’s thoughts raced, but on the surface, she hurriedly retorted: “Of course it wasn’t me! Hanxiang, I’m your best friend! How could I treat a friend like that? I…”
“Best friend? You really are my best friend!” Sheng Hanxiang’s grievance surged, and she sharply interrupted her, tightening her grip on her neck: “So, best friend, come to hell with me!”
Hearing Sun Mengman’s evasive words, Sheng Hanxiang knew she felt not the slightest bit of guilt about her death!
She only said those things because she was afraid of dying!
Then there was no need for her to pursue the truth; she could just kill them all!
“Oh right, you all have grudges against Sun Mengman too, so come join us.”
Sheng Hanxiang looked up at the ghosts floating beside Sun Mengman, staring sinisterly at her, and spoke to Sun Mengman in an especially gentle tone: “Best friend, don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
Sun Mengman’s breathing grew more and more difficult, a chilling coldness spreading upward through her limbs. She opened her mouth in utmost terror and fear: “No… no…”
“Sheng Hanxiang! I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to teach you a lesson. I never thought you’d believe that love letter reply from Feng Zining was real so easily! I-I just wanted to see when you’d discover the truth! I meant no harm to you!”
Sun Mengman desperately reached out toward Sheng Hanxiang, her face flushed red: “Spare me… please spare me…”
Sheng Hanxiang coldly watched as she was gradually surrounded by the group of ghosts following behind her and chuckled lowly upon hearing this: “If I spare you, when I was alive… why didn’t you think to spare me?”
Extremely malevolent ghost energy and yin energy quickly burrowed into Sun Mengman’s body, corroding her organs. A student ghost whose face had been smashed to a pulp thrust a hand through Sun Mengman’s chest, crushing her heart.
Sun Mengman’s eyes widened, full of unwillingness as she breathed her last.
Her soul floated out from her body and, due to immense grievance, quickly degenerated into a vengeful ghost. Furiously baring its fangs and claws, it charged at Sheng Hanxiang: “Sheng Hanxiang! You damn bitch! I’ll kill you!”
But just as her hand was about to touch Sheng Hanxiang, it was torn apart by someone.
The agony of her soul being torn made Sun Mengman scream. It was only then that she noticed the people she had previously harmed floating beside her.
Sun Mengman: “!!!”
Terrified, she turned around to flee, but the group of ghosts swarmed her, biting and devouring her soul one mouthful at a time.
In the blink of an eye, the new soul was completely devoured by them…
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Night fell at the Dongxing Club, inside the VIP private room.
Zheng Zi’ang and his henchmen, along with the three men previously sent to “date” Sheng Hanxiang, were all in the private room.
Besides them, there were several women who were called sisters by Sun Mengman, heavily made up.
And a skinny young girl kneeling trembling in the corner, holding a fruit platter, head bowed and not daring to look up.
Zheng Zi’ang glanced at the time on his watch, clicked his tongue, and asked the red-haired woman flirting with the male model: “What’s up with Sun Mengman? Didn’t she say she was coming? How long has it been?”
He raised his chin slightly toward the girl in the corner: “I’ve prepared this new toy for her. Shouldn’t she say if she’s coming or not? If she’s not playing, I’m playing first tonight.”
“Oh, Young Master Zheng, don’t be hasty. I’ll call Manman and ask.” The red-haired woman coquettishly said, taking out her mobile phone and dialing Sun Mengman’s number.
The phone rang several times with no answer.
“Huh? Could the mobile phone not be with Manman?” The red-haired woman’s brows furrowed slightly as she dialed the number again.
This time, the call was answered.
The red-haired woman asked with a laugh in her voice: “Hey, Manman~ When are you coming over? We’ve got the new toy ready for you. This one’s fresh; you’ll love it.”
The person on the other end was silent for a long time, so long that the red-haired woman inexplicably felt a chill, and the laughter in her voice faded: “Manman?”
“Zzz…” A burst of static came through the red-haired woman’s ear, and she instinctively held the phone farther away.
Immediately after, a strange female voice spoke sinisterly and eerily right behind her: “I~ am~ already~ here~”
The red-haired woman turned her head and saw a woman in a red dress, disheveled hair, deathly pale face, like Sadako, sitting behind her unbeknownst to her.
She tilted her head up, smiling silently at her, her eyes pitch black without whites!
“Ah—! Ghost!!” The red-haired woman screamed in fright, dropping her mobile phone, and scrambled to Zheng Zi’ang’s side like a monkey.
She pointed in panic at where she had been sitting, speaking as she turned her head: “Ghost! Young Master Zheng! There’s a ghost!!”
“What ghost?” A low, sinister male voice sounded in her ear. When the red-haired woman turned to look, she saw the ‘Zheng Zi’ang’ she was leaning against holding his own head in one hand. The bloody, mangled head was smiling at her and asked eerily: “Is it a ghost like me?”
Red-haired woman: “!!!!”
“Aaaahhh!!!”
The red-haired woman was so scared her mind nearly broke; she stood up screaming and ran toward the private room door.
Her companions called out to her in bewilderment: “Tongtong? What’s wrong? W-where are you going?”
Zheng Zi’ang frowned, utterly baffled: “Has she gone mad? What’s she suddenly screaming about?”
“Young Master Zheng…” The girl in Zheng Zi’ang’s arms suddenly spoke: “Here, eat grapes.”
Zheng Zi’ang instinctively turned his head and opened his mouth, but his expression changed drastically upon seeing the grapes the girl offered, shoving her away hard: “Fuck!! What the hell is this!”
This was no grapes! It was clearly a person’s eyeball!!
