Chapter 672 - This Is the Ghost Stories Society (1/2)
After one died, one’s lingering spirit would only be preserved by attaching oneself to an object, and the object that Zhang Ya possessed was her cursed love letter. Chen Ge burnt the love letter on the roof because he intended to completely abolish Zhang Ya’s painful past; he had found a new vessel for Zhang Ya.
Like shadow and light, one impossible without the other, from the moment he burned that love letter, he would be Zhang Ya’s object of obsession!
The black hair rushed forward like a black ocean, ravaging and consuming, swallowing everything inside the building.
The shadow, who clutched Xu Yin’s neck, was stunned. His legs that were joined to Chen Ge were roughly torn away. The pieces of curses wilted in the bloody night like dark snow.
“You’ll have the Specter be your shadow?” A bottled-up anger in the shadow’s heart exploded, and his body kept changing and shifting. “This should not have happened; this is different from what I planned!”
Throughout Ming Yang Residence, the four buildings were bombarded with the ear-splitting cries of children. Many short little figures crawled out from the windows, all moving toward a particular room inside the building that Chen Ge and the shadow were standing on.
Soon, inside the building situated on the western side, a slender shadow moved out from the room, dragging a snow-white arm with him. That arm belonged to Xiao Bu. It stood by the edge of the building and bit into the arm with its mouth, and something that caused Chen Ge’s hair to rise happened. Endless black shadows started to tear down the arm. With each bite, a dark bite mark would appear on the arm, and with each bite mark, the shadow grew that much stronger. “You are my shadow; I will make you my shadow!”
Ming Yang Residence was placed outside of Li Wan City, but the blood fog from Li Wan City had been moved there. It rushed toward Ming Yang Residence like a palpable wave.
“Not enough, this is not enough!”
The shadow turned to look at other buildings, but what he saw once again brought him disappointment.
On top of the southern building, a strange man with a strange smile fixed on his face carried Xiao Bu’s broken body to the roof. His body was cracked, and the open gashes were like mouths that were open up in smiles.
Inside the northern building, it seemed to be raining blood. A mad woman wearing a red raincoat, whose lips were sewn shut, was cutting down all the shadows while protecting Xiao Bu’s body part.
“Boss!” Underneath them came Ol’ Zhou’s voice. The shadow and Chen Ge both turned to look at the same time. Xiao Bu’s limbs and head were the key for the shadow to control Li Wan City. To control the door that had gone out of control, to make Xiao Bu into a puppet that he could easily control, he had poured a lot of effort onto Xiao Bu, but now, everything was being ruined by Chen Ge.
The shadow only had access to one of Xiao Bu’s arms. His control of Li Wan City was far weaker than Xiao Bu’s control over it.
“Why do you want to help this person? He lives under the sun, bathes in hope, surrounded by laughter, but I am the one who inherits all of his hatred and curses!”
Unable to move the blood fog from Li Wan City any further, the small shadows surged back into the shadow’s body. He glared at Chen Ge, his eyes filled with venom. Chen Ge did not answer the shadow’s interrogation. His fingers caressed the black hair that flowed through him. “I’ve never bathed in hope and lived under the sun, much less being surrounded by laughter. I am merely lucky to have found a group of kind-hearted people.”
The black hair blocked Chen Ge’s sight. The brightest red walked past Chen Ge. The slender fingers reached out to pick out the black snow that almost fell on his body. The fingers tightened, and the curse of the shadow turned into ash before it could even wail in mercy. Zhang Ya stood before Chen Ge and titled her head to look at Xu Yin, whose neck was in the shadow’s grasp.
“You wish to save him?” The shadow grabbed Xu Yin’s head with one hand. Before he could say the second sentence, his head was grabbed by a pale arm. Without any hesitation, the black hair rushed forward like a wave. Zhang Ya gripped the shadow’s head and slammed it into the ground.
BANG!