Chapter 245: Father And Son
“Screech—”
After a harsh friction sound, the pickup truck speeding along scraped a black mark on the ground and finally came to a stop.
But before the car could fully steady, Ye Zhen, sitting on the left side of the back row, impatiently unlatched the car door and quickly strode forward in two steps instead of three.
Not far from the pickup truck, a figure with disheveled hair stood Dumb in the middle of the road, seemingly unaware of the surrounding noises.
Clearly, this fierce ghost’s killing pattern had not yet been triggered, and it wasn’t the type that liked to wander around either.
If they were careful, perhaps they wouldn’t even need to fight and could easily imprison it with gold.
But who was Ye Zhen?
He wouldn’t care about any killing pattern or lack thereof; whether this fierce ghost moved or not, to Ye Zhen, it was just a sandbag.
The few people inside the car weren’t worried at all that Ye Zhen would fail; only Feng Quan took the initiative to open the car door: “I’ll go take a look; you all stay in the car.”
Then he walked
He was of course not coming down to help, but mainly to prepare the container for imprisonment in advance, which could save some time.
“They’re all loaded with fierce ghosts…” Feng Quan examined the gold utensils in the trunk, feeling a bit of a headache.
The remaining container volume isn’t quite enough; it seems insufficient to imprison this kind of humanoid fierce ghost…
“Where’s the thing?”
The sudden human voice by his ear startled Feng Quan. He turned his head and saw that Ye Zhen had surprisingly already stood behind the pickup truck.
And that fierce ghost blocking the road had one foot grabbed in Ye Zhen’s hand, as if it had been dragged all the way from over there, with long bloodstains left on the ground.
Gently stroking his beautiful suppressed wildly jumping eyelids, Feng Quan took out a not-too-big box: “This is already the largest container. It seems like it won’t fit. Otherwise, should we move those previous fierce ghosts somewhere else?”
“Trouble,” Ye Zhen said with a pout.
Then he snatched the box from Feng Quan’s hand, grabbed the fierce ghost’s long hair with his left hand, and started stuffing it inside.
It seemed because the action was too rough, the fierce ghost’s four limbs began to twitch unconsciously again, but what it got in the end was Ye Zhen’s another iron fist.
“Behave yourself!”
Feng Quan silently stepped down from the pickup truck bed, not daring to say another word.
He was afraid that Ye Zhen would get the urge and give him a bone shrinking treatment set to try as well.
He had just closed the car door when a series of pounding sounds came from behind.
The clanging sounds like blacksmithing, accompanied by the splattering of some kind of juice, making the people in the front row feel nauseous.
This Ye Zhen probably has some mental illness, right…
Xu Zheng grumbled inwardly, but through the rearview mirror, he discovered that Ye Zhen had already walked over, so he quickly tightened his expression, putting on a look of focused driving.
“Bang!”
After closing the car door, Ye Zhen was completely unaffected by what had just happened. Instead, he urged excitedly, “Hurry, hurry, hurry, let’s go check out that B-level fierce ghost. Don’t let others steal my head.”
The car had already started, but Yue Linhai frowned and looked toward the figure standing outside the car window.
The surrounding scenery remained frozen, the originally flowing mist fell into stagnation, and Ye Zhen’s hands wiping away the bloodstains were also stiff in mid-air…
But the figure outside the car window was unaffected, instead approaching here step by step.
“Ding-a-ling—”
The crisp sound of the bell rang out, and Yue Linhai’s brows furrowed even deeper.
He pulled open the car door and looked at that bone bell with a somewhat surprised expression: “To think you were awakened by this thing. I thought you would never wake up.”
Wang Tao gave an awkward laugh after being stared at by him, then silently raised the portrait in his hand to cover his face.
You big shots fight it out, don’t drag a small fry like me into it.
“Had enough yet?”
A hoarse voice rang out. Among those present who hadn’t spoken, the only one who opened its mouth was the portrait in Wang Tao’s hand.
Half a ghost face mixed with half a human face, the expression was equally icy cold, the numb line of sight staring straight at the young man not far away.
“Hehe, it’s really an old immortal who won’t die. He actually crawled out from the coffin again.” Little Linhai pushed up his glasses and fearlessly went forward to meet it.
Yue Linhai’s expression showed no change: “If it weren’t for this incident, I would have died long ago by now.”
Now, for him, staying alive was just a kind of pain. The supernatural was constantly eroding his consciousness, making it very difficult to stay sane.
If it weren’t for Luo Wensong correcting him in time, he might have gone astray.
“If you want to die that badly, then go ahead and die. Hand over all your strength to me, and I can still handle the ghost ship.” Little Linhai stopped in his tracks, his line of sight exactly level with Yue Linhai’s.
Yue Linhai calmly looked at the man in front of him who was exactly like himself in his youth, and calmly said: “If you have that ability, I would actually want to let go.”
It had to be said that this body displayed a much better posture in Little Linhai’s hands, but unfortunately, it was just a facade.
“Heh heh.” Little Linhai sneered twice, neither confirming nor denying it.
The surrounding air gradually grew heavy. As an outsider, Wang Tao could only stare at his feet, trying his best not to think too much.
Today’s experience was truly too fantastical for him; even now, he still didn’t know where he got the courage from to dare venture deep into that haunted house, then follow the guidance of a portrait to arrive here.
This world must be crazy, right?
He sighed silently, and Wang Tao felt a bit depressed.
Suddenly, a tremendous force came from his hand, yanking fiercely and actually snatching the portrait away.
“!?”
Looking up, it was indeed that unremarkable young man who made the move.
At this moment, Little Linhai was holding the portrait up with one hand, watching the portrait inside gradually disappear bit by bit.
At the same time, his voice gradually lowered, “Let me say this first, I’m not afraid of you, I just don’t want to clean up the mess you left behind, you yourself back then…”
The sound grew smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared.
“Click.”
The picture frame slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, shattering the glass on top.
A photograph was exposed in the air, but on it only a blank background remained, and that terror face could no longer be seen.
Wang Tao stared in some terror at everything happening right in front of him, unable to stop himself from retreating a step.
Yet he saw that the body, which had just been no different from a young man’s, was now rapidly aging.
The skin gradually loosened, the muscles gradually disappeared, and the spine gradually hunched…
Not only that, the left half of the body also began to rot, with the exposed skin corroded into numerous holes, and not a drop of blood flowed out from the brownish shriveled muscles.
Even though he had already seen this face on the portrait long ago, when truly facing it face-to-face, Wang Tao still felt extreme fear.
Luckily, this one had no intention of paying attention to him.
Yue Linhai merely glanced at Wang Tao once, and in the next instant, he suddenly vanished.
