Chapter 88: Another Old Monster?
“?!”
“A person? This stench of corpse and chilliness behind me, that thing is definitely not a person, but a ghost!”
As soon as Zhang Dongxing finished speaking, a thick corpse stench wafted from behind Jiang Shan. The smell of a highly rotten corpse was something no living person could have.
Coming with the corpse stench was also that chilliness no less than what emanated from the pigsty. This level of supernatural erosion made Jiang Shan feel as if thorns were pricking his back.
“A ghost, an extremely terrifying ghost is right behind me!”
After instantly making the judgment, Jiang Shan did not immediately turn around to check the ghost’s whereabouts. Instead, he stood motionless in place. He was not scared out of his wits by the fierce ghost.
“Since the ghost behind me has not attacked me all this time, that means I have not triggered its killing pattern. The ghost did not appear behind me for no reason. Is its target me? Or that pigsty?” Standing in place, Jiang Shan quickly analyzed in his mind.
Without knowing the ghost killing pattern, minimizing unnecessary actions as much as possible can greatly ensure survival chances. This was also why Jiang Shan was so cautious.
He had a premonition that once that ghost launched an attack, neither he nor Zhang Dongxing could walk out of here alive.
“Zhang Dongxing! Stay where you are and don’t move. Tell me how far that ghost is from me? What position is it in relative to me? Which direction is it moving?”
“Ghost? What ghost?”
Hearing Jiang Shan’s words, Zhang Dongxing was first stunned, then he suddenly thought of something. He looked terrified at the “humanoid figure” in front of him and said tremblingly:
“That person, no no no no, that ghost is five or six meters away from you. It’s right behind your right side. I feel it’s… it’s trying to enter the pigsty. Little brother, look, isn’t there a door there?”
The pigsty built with stone bricks was over three meters high, with no ventilation windows left. It sat in this supernatural land like a huge stone coffin.
On that pitch-black eerie stone brick wall, the most conspicuous were those two half-person-high, blackened and rotten broken wooden boards, appearing as a door in one corner of the pigsty.
Jiang Shan had noticed this door long ago. Hearing Zhang Dongxing’s words, he focused his gaze there again.
Through the gaps in those two broken wooden boards, he saw only a patch of darkness.
A deathly stillness, a darkness where nothing could be seen.
“If Zhang Dongxing’s judgment is correct, that ghost’s target should not be me. But… forget it, Zhang Dongxing is unreliable. I’ll do it myself!”
After hesitating repeatedly in his mind, Jiang Shan finally chose to turn around to confirm the ghost’s movements himself.
Not turning around is death, turning around is also death.
Even if this ghost was deliberately inducing him, Jiang Shan would accept it.
Not to mention that Zhang Dongxing was affected by the luck ghost, making it hard for Jiang Shan to believe what he said.
Even whether he was a ghost slave or a living person now, Jiang Shan did not know.
When possible, he would absolutely not entrust his life to others, let alone someone who might be a ghost slave.
Many times, ghost wielders were gambling with their own lives, betting on a possible survival outcome, betting on an outcome that could let them live longer.
“The ghost is now right behind my right side. This chilliness, its terror level is too high.”
Cold sweat dripped from Jiang Shan’s forehead. After making the decision, he slowly shifted his body to the right. Finally, at a certain angle, he saw that ghost.
Not far from him, a middle-aged man wearing dark short clothes, covered in red pus blisters all over his body, was moving slowly. He walked strangely, never lifting his feet, shuffling along on the ghost soil.
And on the male corpse, a wound started from its collarbone and extended diagonally downward to the waist before stopping. This ferocious wound had almost split its upper body open.
With every step the male corpse took, whose upper body was “split in two,” the swaying, possibly falling organs at any moment made Jiang Shan’s heart race with fear.
“This ghost has not launched an attack. It seems its target is indeed that pigsty. Zhang Dongxing’s information is not too problematic. This is… a butcher knife? What is it going to do?”
As his gaze shifted downward
The strangely shaped butcher knife in the red pus male corpse’s hand made Jiang Shan’s eyes narrow.
When he was young in the rural area, he had not only seen slaughtering pigs for the New Year, but also participated many times.
Slaughtering pigs, bleeding, hanging up, dismemberment.
He remembered every process clearly.
So when Jiang Shan saw the “hog hanging rack” and “slaughtering platform” on the other side of the mud house, as well as the butcher knife in the male corpse’s hand, a familiar feeling surged in his heart.
“It seems there are only me and Zhang Dongxing, two living people here.” He mocked himself in his heart.
Glancing at Zhang Dongxing who was standing in place trembling, Jiang Shan then focused his gaze on the red pus male corpse.
As expected,
This red pus male corpse should be the administrator of this supernatural land.
“The ghost in his body has not been dismembered and still maintains an extremely high terror level. Could he, like Li Qingzhi, be using the ghost in his own corpse to suppress this place?” Jiang Shan thought, staring at the male corpse.
According to the habits of that generation in the Republic of China for handling fierce ghosts,
Those capable ones, like Zhang Dong before death chose to suppress the ghost house; graveyard master Luo Qian guarded a supernatural land alone; Li Qingzhi guarded the Caesar Grand Hotel after death.
Even though they were dead, they still used the ghosts they controlled in their bodies to guard certain supernatural lands, preventing a large number of fierce ghosts from escaping. Although it wouldn’t last too long, it did slow down the speed of fierce ghosts eroding reality.
While someone like Luo Wensong, in a forced situation, chose to dismember the fierce ghost in his body to prevent the knocking ghost’s terror level from being too high, causing unimaginable harm to the country.
“No, it’s different. Li Qingzhi is more like suppression. The Caesar Grand Hotel is different from here.”
The “ghost porcelain woman” that “sends ghosts,” the “ghost soil” that “restricts ghosts,” the “hog hanging rack” that “suppresses ghosts.” Here, these processes were still proceeding in an orderly manner. Putting himself in the shoes, if he couldn’t handle these things after his death, he would definitely erase this place. Otherwise, who knows what kind of ghost the uncontainable ghosts gathered together would form?” Jiang Shan’s eyes flickered.
“All this indicates that the slaughterhouse can still continue processing ghosts. So, according to the so-called pig slaughtering process, the next step is ‘ghost killing.’”
But ghosts cannot be killed.
So, the only way to make a ghost appear in a “death” state is dead machine!
“It seems that slaughtering platform is the core of this supernatural land, but what role does that red pus male corpse play in it? Butcher, or…”
Jiang Shan, who was thinking, was suddenly drawn by Zhang Dongxing’s panicked voice.
“The ghost stopped! Little brother, the ghost stopped!”
Jiang Shan’s eyes narrowed, discovering that the male corpse had already stopped. After a few seconds, it slowly raised the hand holding the butcher knife, then fiercely slashed at the air.
“This ghost is launching an attack. Something triggered its killing pattern. It’s not me nor Zhang Dongxing. Could it be a ghost? So just now it was attacking a ghost?” Jiang Shan guessed in his heart.
Time passed second by second.
After three minutes
Under the gaze of Jiang Shan and Zhang Dongxing, that male corpse pushed open the door of the pigsty and disappeared into a deathly still darkness.
