Chapter 136: A Ghost That Steals Lifespan?
About five minutes passed since that man with glasses squatted down. When he pulled down Liu Qi’s pants and saw certain things, his voice was full of incredulity and fear:
“This young man didn’t die suddenly, nor was he suffocated to death! Although I don’t know exactly what caused his death, it must be a ghost that killed him!”
“I just checked his entire body, and the muscles on his thighs and triceps are still in an uncontrollable state. In medical terms, this is sleep death muscle spasm, which only occurs in some old men who die naturally in their sleep at the end of their lives.”
“And his buttocks are covered in shit and urine, because the anal sphincter and urethra lacked the ability to contract and were fully relaxed, causing the metabolites in the urethra and intestines to discharge automatically.”
“You might not understand these terms, bluntly put, this young man absolutely did not die normally; he died in sleep death!”
“Sleep death?!”
The man’s words greatly shocked everyone present. Some looked at the young man’s corpse with faces full of fear, their gazes revealing extreme fear.
Some even sat down on the ground, their eyes lifeless and faces ashen.
“It’s over, all over! I said we should’ve gone there back then. I shouldn’t have stayed. I… I don’t want to die.”
A young man in the crowd squatted on the ground, holding his head with both hands and crying loudly.
At the same time,
Some supernatural that affected Cheng Liying acted on his body in the same way.
But no one noticed any of this.
“Shut up! That road is still there. You can roll away right now. If you don’t, shut your mouth. Say one more word of nonsense, and I’ll kill you first!”
Qin Xi looked at the man with eyes full of killing intent, his tone icy cold.
“Brother Jiang, what do you think?” Zhang Dongxing silently observed everything. He hadn’t noticed anything unusual either, so he asked Jiang Shan.
The others also turned their gazes to Jiang Shan.
Here, Jiang Shan was the big boss.
His words carried the most authority.
Jiang Shan no longer stared at that short old man. He lit a cigarette and then quickly walked to Liu Qi’s body.
“His death is indeed strange. Even I didn’t notice how he died.”
Although Jiang Shan was very vigilant, he didn’t care whether this group of ordinary people around him lived or died. After all, the possibility of a living person becoming aware of a ghost was something that absolutely could not be ignored.
Liu Qi dying at this critical moment indeed caused panic in many people’s hearts.
Suddenly,
The temperature around Jiang Shan began to drop, and a inexplicable chilling swept over everyone present.
It was him activating the blood ghost’s supernatural on the already dead Liu Qi on the ground.
Attacking a dead person was his first attempt.
“I can still see some memory fragments, but unfortunately, they’re not very useful.”
Jiang Shan, who had glimpsed Liu Qi’s memories from before his death, shook his head. He hadn’t discovered anything abnormal in those memory fragments.
The crowd exchanged glances, remaining silent.
Just as the atmosphere at the scene fell into deathly stillness.
That man with glasses who claimed to be a doctor suddenly shouted loudly:
“Wife, wife! Your face!”
“My face? What’s wrong with my face?”
Cheng Liying, who had just raised her head, was somewhat surprised. Seeing her husband’s expression, her heart jolted. She immediately reached up to touch her own face.
“What’s wrong with my face?!”
The dry and wrinkled feel made Cheng Liying’s pupils shrink. At this moment, she no longer feared Qin Xi. Her voice trembling, she took the dagger from his hand.
Through the reflection on the blade, she saw
that her face had somehow become slack, full of wrinkles, and even covered in many age spots!
“Ah!!!”
Cheng Liying screamed at the top of her lungs, no longer minding what Qin Xi had said.
Without that face she once had,
she even lost the will to live.
Cheng Liying’s face was full of despair. Her hands trembled as she gripped the knife tightly. Under the man’s terrified gaze, she immediately stabbed toward her own chest.
“Pa!”
A stone shot onto the blade of the knife like a bullet.
The immense force made Cheng Liying instantly let go. She sat painfully on the ground and wailed loudly.
“You’re a doctor or her husband, right? You can go check her body now. If I’m not mistaken, it’s not just her face—her entire body has abnormalities.”
Jiang Shan said to the man who was stunned in place.
The man snapped back to his senses and instantly understood something. He immediately squatted down, comforted the woman, and then looked at her body.
“Puttong!”
The man’s face was full of disbelief as he sat down on the ground.
Everyone’s gazes converged on Cheng Liying’s partially exposed arm. The slack, dry, wrinkled skin made everyone’s eyelids twitch wildly.
A vibrant woman in her thirties had unknowingly turned into an old woman over fifty?
An inexplicable chill surged into everyone’s hearts.
“Who… who are you?!”
Another cry of alarm came from the crowd. Jiang Shan looked toward the source of the voice.
A somewhat aged-looking “middle-aged” man looked at the crowd in panic:
“It’s me, Xiao Zhang. We escaped from that ghost place together with Brother Zhang back then. Why are you looking at me like that? What’s… what’s wrong with me?”
The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more panicked he became. He felt that the way these people looked at him was no different from how they looked at Cheng Liying.
Fear, shock.
Even a hint of pity!
The middle-aged man directly took off his upper clothes and looked down.
His originally muscular and robust body from yearly fitness had somehow reverted to its previous state. The slightly protruding beer belly filled him with great shock.
This was completely the body of a middle-aged man. It was as if he had aged decades in just a few minutes.
Seeing this weird scene, Zhang Dongxing’s expression changed drastically. He remembered who this man, who was even older than him, really was.
If he remembered correctly, this Xiao Zhang was from the south, a senior-year university student.
Yet a boy like this had, in just a few short minutes, turned into this state just like that woman!?
“That ghost’s killing method is stealing others’ lifespans?!” Zhang Dongxing couldn’t help but think.
Jiang Shan frowned tightly as he looked at the “aged” man and said:
“You and that woman have both been hit by a curse from some unknown ghost. Tell me, after that boy died, what did you say, do, or think?”
“If we can find the pattern, maybe I can still save you.”
Here, Jiang Shan lied. The moment he noticed the woman’s abnormality, he had tried to suppress this unknown supernatural with ghost characters.
But on the woman’s body, he felt no supernatural at all.
This was a fatal attack. With Jiang Shan’s current supernatural degree, he couldn’t touch this curse at a deeper supernatural level.
In other words,
he couldn’t save these two people now. If he accidentally triggered that weird killing pattern, he wouldn’t be able to save himself either.
But if Jiang Shan didn’t say this, the two were likely to conceal things until death.
If he couldn’t deduce the unknown ghost’s killing pattern, then everyone present might die at that ghost’s hands.
Hearing that there might be salvation, the “middle-aged” man’s eyes immediately showed strong desire to live. He quickly looked at Jiang Shan and spoke at extreme speed:
“When I saw that kid die, I… I walked over from there, then squatted here crying. I didn’t say anything. I was just too scared in my heart at the time.”
“Please, brother, please save me. I want to live. I have parents at home waiting for me to support them.”
The man’s voice grew weaker and weaker, cutting off abruptly at some point.
His body’s fat disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin became slack and shriveled. His yellowed, emaciated body resembled a frail old man on his last legs.
The curse stacked, and in just four seconds, this man went through a lifetime.
He died,
right under Jiang Shan’s eyes.
If my recent writing hasn’t been good, brothers, tell me. Because of taking care of family matters, my novel writing time has been intermittent. Please forgive me, brothers.
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