Chapter 253 - A Hammer to the Face (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“Help!”

It was the middle of the night, and they were in the countryside, so there were no cars on the road. Ol’ Zhang remembered the last message that he had seen before he jumped out of the car. He did not run into the forest by the road but ran down the middle of the road. The wind gathered in his ears, and after several meters, Ol’ Zhang realized that there were no running footsteps coming from behind him, so he turned to look.

“You won’t be able to run!” The face that grew on the back of the head had become severely twisted like it was trying to crawl out of the passenger’s head. The passenger was only half a meter away from Ol’ Zhang.

It wants to drill into my head.

Ol’ Zhang didn’t know why he would have that thought, but he knew that he needed to focus on escaping. He did not dare turn back to look again. However, certain things would not just disappear simply because one did not look at them.

There was a needling pain coming from the back of his head, like a sharp knife was slowly poking into it.

“Help!” he screamed, but the only reply was silence. His neck turned cold, and he did not even have the energy to turn back to look. His speed slowed down, and the oxygen in his lungs ran dry. He could not run anymore.

“You’ll get used to it.” An eerie smile came from the back of his head. Ol’ Zhang forced himself to move forward. The road was lined on both sides by woods, and since there was nothing but a crematorium in front, people would not normally use this road at night.

His head felt like it was being peeled open. The pain was insufferable. Ol’ Zhang’s eyes rolled upwards as he started to faint.

“So painful!”

That was the only thought in his mind. That and… Will I become a monster with a face on the back of my head when I wake up?

A chilliness entered his brain, and his memory was muddled. Ol’ Zhang reached his limits and collapsed to the floor. There was a chill on his back like a venomous snake was slithering on it. There was nothing he could do to stop it. The pain on the back of his head grew intense. Ol’ Zhang wanted to scream, but he had lost his voice. He shook his head, trying to shake the thing off, but it was pointless.

“So painful…”

He did not make any noise, but there was a sound that entered his ear. “Was that me who was talking?”

Ol’ Zhang’s consciousness was fraying as he turned toward the noise. The only source of light in the dark was car headlights. The trees on the side rustled. Something was coming down he road.

“So painful, so painful!”

The sound continued to speak. Ol’ Zhang’s face was white as ash when he realized the sound did not come from his lips.

Another monster is coming?

Ol’ Zhang tried to keep his eyes open. All he wanted to do was earn a living for his family; he did not expect something like this to happen to him.

Will someone operate on my body to investigate after I die?

Weird thoughts appeared in his mind. The chilliness on his back started to dissipate, but the pain on the back of his head did not decrease. Hearing that voice, the passenger also sensed danger, and he started to increase in pace.

How come the monster feels like it is afraid?

Before his eyes closed, Ol’ Zhang saw a taxi coming his way. He wanted to warn the man about the danger, but his lips would not move. The car door flew open, and the mental patient he had seen several times exited with his backpack.

Why is he here?