Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

No sound was heard in the parking lot. The pale lights of the ceiling shone on the smooth dark gray floor, producing strips of a halo.

The scene of Li Ang standing opposite the possessive ghost was projected on the slightly curved windows of the vehicles on both sides.

“If you leave his body, I will ensure you won’t die. How about that?” Li Ang said with a smile.

“Are you kidding me?” Shi Qingsong grinned. “Do you know what it’s like to die? At first, you feel sweet oblivion, just like passing out after getting drunk. It is pitch-black all around, and you cannot see, hear, or touch anything.

“Then, as if someone has splashed ice-cold water all over you, you wake up. Your sight, hearing, touch, smell, and everything else starts to recover and becomes even sharper than before.

“However, this is definitely not a gift. You can feel the light but you can’t lift your eyelids. You can feel yourself lying in the freezer in the hospital morgue. It is ice-cold and it stings, but you can’t even move a finger. The undertaker of the funeral parlor will sew the wounds on your body with a needle and thread, yet you will scream yourself hoarse without getting a response.

“Then… you will be cremated.

“It’s a narrow space, and the flame is hot, blue, and pale. Every inch of your nerves is burning. Every inch of your skin is annihilated. All the pain in the world is incomparable to this.

“A pile of ashes has become a summary of your life.”

Shi Qingsong’s face showed sincere lingering fear. He shivered and said, “Do you think this is the end? No! No! Even after breaking away from this rotten body, you still won’t escape!

“You will float in the air and only be able to move where you used to be before your death. That pain is like a shadow and gnawing tarsal maggots. You look at the living people that you can’t touch and watch them be joyful.

“Every minute and every second, your inner resentment and jealousy grow under the spur of boundless pain.

“There is no Heaven, Hell, after-life happiness, or Six Paths of Reincarnation. That’s all bullsh*t! They were all lies! There is only emptiness. Endless emptiness!”

Shi Qingsong raged. He had expected to see panic and fear of death on Li Ang’s face, but Li Ang just nodded. “Oh.”

Shi Qingsong narrowed his eyes and said, “Aren’t you afraid? You will be like me after death.”

“So what?” Li Ang replied with a smile. “For ordinary people, the endless emptiness that comes after death could be an extremely terrifying thing.

“Wealthy capitalists will spend a lot of money to find a way to sleep peacefully after death, impious believers will increase their efforts to believe in God, and the State Apparatus will form a research team to study the nature of death.

“Social unrest? Panic? Religion everywhere?

“Sorry. For me, living a good life is more important than fearing what is behind you.”

Shi Qingsong put a cold expression on his face. “I will never leave this body! He is mine. Mine.”

“Then I’m left with no choice.”

Li Ang sighed. “I’m not skilled in killing ghosts, so it might hurt a lot later.”

Shi Qingsong grinned, and the veins on his face popped out. The skin around his eye sockets turned black, and his eyes quickly turned bloodshot. His eyeballs popped out like fish eyes.

His originally square skull was suddenly elongated, shaped like a long and narrow hatchet face, and his mouth expanded to the extreme. His flesh on both cheeks looked like broken drums jolting quickly.

“Roar!”

Shi Qingsong’s shrill roar reverberated in the underground parking lot. In a flash, the windows of dozens of vehicles on both sides were broken into pieces.

The shattered glass shards flew in the air, fell, and weaved a mottled dazzling light just like the dense water curtain of a waterfall.

The car alarms went off together, sharp whistles rang out one after another, and the lights of dozens of headlights were connected in a row, shining so bright that they hurt the eyes.

Through the sky, which was filled with white light, a sound traveled to Li Ang’s head.

It was Shi Qingsong’s karate chop.

His palms were ghastly pale and his blue nails, which extended for more than ten centimeters, were long and sharp.

Li Ang pushed the sunglasses lightly and stepped back unhurriedly. At the same time, both his hands reached out, trying to grab onto Shi Qingsong’s wrist.

Copious force was transmitted from Shi Qingsong’s palm. Unable to stop it, Li Ang’s hands were instantly deflected and his whole body involuntarily hit the vehicle on the right.

Upon seeing that he was about to hit the car door, Li Ang kicked the ground with his left foot and used this great force to jump up to the right. His feet trampled on the aluminum alloy door continuously. While avoiding the impact, he slid onto the car roof swiftly.

“Get up!”