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K's Ending

Lu Changan's back was pressed against the wall, and the cold touch seeped through his clothes.

In the darkness, the fishy smell almost solidified, and there was a rustling sound as if something slippery was rubbing against the ground, surrounding them from all directions.

The lights were completely out, but I could vaguely feel something approaching in the darkness.

It seems like there is more than one ghost.

The atmosphere in the hotel was tense for a moment, and everyone guessed that it must be the Ranger, or K's so-called pet.

Maybe it's a ghost that looks similar to the dog boy?

Lu Changan touched the talismans in his pocket again. There were only two or three left. He took out the last few and stared at the ghost in front of him.

There are so many ghosts that the talismans only limit their ability to move.

Just when Lu Changan thought that he would have to stay here for the day, the talisman in his hand burned again. With the light, he could see the ghost in front of him clearly.

It looked like a mass of flesh that had been forcibly kneaded together, barely maintaining a humanoid outline. Its skin was pale blue, covered with slippery mucus, and turbid liquid was constantly dripping down.

It had no distinct head, only a distorted human face above the torso, deeply embedded in the flesh, with facial features displaced and a mouth torn to the ears, revealing sharp white teeth.

Several dark red tentacles with suction cups at the ends, like those of an octopus, were dancing wildly from all over its torso, whipping the air.

At this moment, the tentacle closest to Lu Changan was almost touching his neck.

At the same time, the burning talisman completely turned into ashes. At that moment, the ghost in front of him seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly let out a sharp scream.

Xu Zhaojin stared at the dark image transmitted back from the screen, and could only barely see the vague outline of Lu Changan stuck to the wall and several thicker wriggling shadows in the darkness.

Jiang Chuxu said: "This shouldn't be a test. After all, if K gets injured now, then all his escape routes will be cut off."

Moreover, even if Lu Changan was exposed, K would not let these ghosts come, for the same reason she just said.

So the only possibility is that these ghosts are out of control.

Jiang Chuxu was originally leaning back in the chair, and her hands holding Xiao Hei tightened slightly. She sighed. These talismans should be very powerful, and she had used them several times. Why did a few ghosts almost burn them all this time?

Before she could make a move, she saw the two remaining talismans in Lu Changan's hand burning at the same time.

But Jiang Chuxu could feel that the ghosts in Lu Changan's camera were not hurt much by these talismans. Even the last two that she thought were very lethal were useless in the end.

These ghosts are indeed a little more powerful than the puppy, but not to this extent, right?

She had to take action.

Jiang Chuxu tapped the screen with his fingertips, and a force instantly penetrated through it.

The patrollers in Lu Changan's room, which were ferociously moving, suddenly stopped, as if they were hit by something.

The twisted human face embedded in the flesh let out an even more miserable scream, and the dancing dark red tentacles broke into pieces. The huge body was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, and a sticky and smelly liquid spurted out, covering the walls and ceiling.

This heavy blow did not seem to completely destroy them, but only made them fall into a more violent state, and the negative energy surged even more.

After Lu Changan realized that it was Jiang Chuxu who made the move, he stopped panicking.

At this moment, the heavy door of Lu Changan's room was slammed open from the outside.

K was almost carried by two bodyguards when he appeared at the door. He looked even more terrifying than a few days ago. His waxy and loose face was bloodless, his deep eye sockets were black, his cloudy eyeballs were covered with bloodshot, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was hunched over, breathing heavily, as if he was going to die in the next second. When he looked at the rangers on the verge of collapse in the room, his eyes were full of horror.

"Cough cough cough, Mr. Lu, are you okay?" K's voice was particularly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty, accompanied by heavy gasping.

"It was an accident, a complete accident! I don't know how these beasts broke free from their restraints, cough cough cough." Another heart-wrenching cough, his skinny hands tightly grasped the bodyguard's arms to prevent him from collapsing. Obviously, the backlash from the severe injury to the Ranger made his already exhausted body even worse.

Lu Changan's back was pressed against the cold wall, and the ashes on his hands fell down.

Looking at the haggard K at the door, his eyes concealing a hint of forced arrogance, yet still holding a hint of relief at having survived a disaster, he tried to maintain a steady voice, even adding a touch of just the right amount of anger and suspicion. "Accident? Mr. K, you're truly remarkable. If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, I'd have become their snack by now."

He deliberately glanced at the blood on the corner of K's mouth and his shaky body, his tone inquiring and with a subtle hint of gloating: "Could it be that one of your enemies took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and do this?"

He flung his suspicions aside lightly.

K's face instantly turned extremely ugly, with a mixture of blue and white. He knew of course that this was not the work of his enemies, but was purely the result of the Ranger losing control and the backlash of the Master Lu's ruthless methods.

But what can he say?

Should he admit that he couldn't even control a few of his "pets"? Or should he accuse the master, who might be his only lifeline, of being too harsh?

He could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood, forcing down the sweet taste in his throat and forcing out a smile uglier than crying: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Lu. It's my fault for mismanaging. I've already prepared everything you need! It's in the quiet room downstairs. Please cast the spell as soon as possible!"

K's tone was almost pleading, and his eyes were filled with only fear of death and a crazy desire to live.

The backlash from the Ranger was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. He clearly felt that his life was slipping away at a terrifying speed. Not to mention waiting for another half a month to find the life-extender who would require even longer preparation, he might not even be able to survive three days.

Lu Changan has become his last hope.

Lu Changan looked at K's miserable and anxious appearance, sneered in his heart, but just nodded reservedly. He calmly brushed his clothes, as if the thrill just now was just a trivial episode.

"As long as everything is ready, lead the way. I really don't want to stay here any longer."

He took the lead, stepping past the Ranger's body that was still twitching in pain, without even glancing at K.

K was supported by two bodyguards and was almost dragged behind, making every step extremely difficult.

The quiet room prepared downstairs was even more gloomy than the room where Lu Changan had stayed before.

All sounds and signals were isolated outside. The walls were engraved with twisted and strange runes, emitting a faint fishy smell.

Lu Changan didn't waste any words and drew according to what Jiang Chuxu had told him before. Fortunately, he had practiced this formation countless times in the past few days, otherwise he might not be able to draw it.

Soon, a complex formation took shape, with various strange and bizarre objects placed around it.

In a glass jar filled with murky green liquid were several finger bones, not human ones, soaking. Next to them were several black stones engraved with runes, and a basin of what looked like burnt earth, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur.

Lu Chang'an paced around the formation, scanning every item with critical eyes, as if he felt that the quality was not very good. His fingers occasionally tapped in the air and he muttered something. All of them were difficult-to-understand terms that he had memorized during the emergency training of the special department. Coupled with his aura that kept strangers away, he seemed quite unfathomable.

K was placed on a special chair next to the formation, leaning back weakly, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lu Changan's movements. Every time Lu Changan paused or frowned, his heart beat wildly.

The two bodyguards stood on both sides of the door like sculptures, their eyes sharp but their bodies obviously tense.

The atmosphere in the entire quiet room was extremely depressing, with only the sounds of Lu Changan's deliberately heavy footsteps and K's heavy and labored breathing.

Lu Changan calculated the time silently in his mind. The people from the special department should have arrived at the outskirts of the sanatorium, just waiting for his signal.

He deliberately slowed down the pace of setting up the formation, striving for realism in every step. He even picked up the pot of scorched earth, sniffed it, frowned and put it back. He then picked up the jar containing the finger bones and looked at it against the light, muttering something like "the quality is just barely acceptable".

Time passes by every second.

K's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his body was shaking uncontrollably. The shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly.

He wanted to urge him several times, but seeing Lu Changan's unquestionable concentration, he swallowed his words back and could only anxiously scratch the armrest of the chair with his skinny fingers.

Just as Lu Chang was pretentiously placing the last black stone on a specific position in the formation and stood up to prepare for the next step of the ceremony.

boom!

A dull bang came from outside. Even this quiet room could not block out the sound, and the entire room shook slightly.

K and the two bodyguards' expressions changed drastically.

"What's that sound?!" K screamed in horror and struggled to stand up.

Lu Changan was certain in his heart, but his face showed just the right amount of rage and surprise at being interrupted: "What's going on? Didn't I say absolute silence?"

He shouted, his eyes fixed on the two men in black suits.

The two bodyguards were also panicked and subconsciously wanted to rush out to check.

"Stop!" Lu Chang'an suddenly stopped them. "The ritual has reached a critical moment. Don't move even if the sky falls outside! If you disturb the formation, Mr. K will be killed on the spot. Can you afford it?"

His words were half true and half false, full of force, and instantly intimidated the two bodyguards.

K was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, his voice changing tone: "Don't move! Listen to Mr. Lu, there won't be any serious trouble outside!"

He deployed a lot of forces outside, including ghosts. Of course, those ghosts were not bound to him, and he could not afford to suffer backlash again.

K was very sure that unless Jiang Chuxu came, those ghosts would not be easy to deal with and they would not be able to get in for a while. By the time they came in, he would have already completed his life extension.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground and a groan.

Apparently, the bodyguards guarding outside were dealt with instantly.

K's pupils suddenly contracted, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away, leaving only boundless fear.

The door of the quiet room was constantly hit, and the door lock was visibly deformed and bulged.

"No, impossible!" K collapsed in the chair, making a strange hoarse sound in his throat, and looked at the door that was being violently destroyed in despair.

How could this be? There are so many people and ghosts outside, how could they get in so quickly?

Could it be that Jiang Chuxu is here too?

If he had known earlier, he should have solved it directly. Who would have thought that after the death of the Jiang family couple, they left behind such a scourge?

Lu Changan quietly took a step back, stood in a relatively safe corner, and watched everything with cold eyes.

Bang--

With a deafening bang, the door, which was strong enough to withstand a small explosion, was forced open and collapsed inward with a loud bang.

The blinding beam of the flashlight instantly tore through the darkness of the quiet room, accurately locking onto K, who was slumped in the chair, and his bodyguard, who was standing beside him as if facing a formidable enemy.

The first person K saw was Jiang Chuxu, even though she was standing at the back.

K let out a short laugh, his back bent with laughter, and finally he kept coughing and even coughed up blood.

Then he raised his head, looked at Jiang Chuxu and said, "It's you, I think no one else can deal with the ghosts outside except you."

He knew very well how powerful those ghosts were. Although the backlash from them was also very serious, in the face of absolute power, the backlash was nothing.

K slumped in the chair, coughing violently. The blood from the corners of his mouth was particularly glaring on his pale skin. He closed his eyes and seemed to have given up all struggle. Only his heavy and difficult breathing echoed in the dead silent room.

"Take it away." Ding Yucheng's voice broke the silence.

Several colleagues from the special department stepped forward immediately. With swift and powerful movements, the cold handcuffs locked K's skinny wrists with a "click". The force was so great that he let out a muffled groan.

He was dragged from the chair like a sack, his legs dragging weakly on the ground. He had completely lost his former sinister majesty and was left with only a rotten, empty shell.

Lu Changan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the cold sweat on his back soaked his underwear.

He looked at the people at the door and nodded silently.

Jiang Chuxu didn't look at K. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and fell on the severely injured rangers who were imprisoned by K. The twisted pieces of flesh and broken tentacles were still squirming instinctively, and the human faces embedded in the flesh let out silent roars.

"Those patrollers..." Xu Zhaojin frowned. What she wanted to ask was whether they were going to take those ghosts away.

Jiang Chuxu guessed what Xu Zhaojin wanted to say, and she said directly: "No need to go through so much trouble."

She took a few steps forward, and an invisible suction force instantly enveloped several ghosts not far away.

The bodies of the rangers who were on the verge of collapse suddenly stiffened, as if the pause button was pressed.

Immediately afterwards, the Yin energy on their bodies seeped out, and they were instantly sucked into the necklace without even making a sound.

These ghosts and puppies will be sent away together when the time comes.

"Clean it up," Ding Yucheng signaled to the team members, then turned to Jiang Chuxu with a barely perceptible sense of relief. "Comrade Jiang, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest of the finishing work to us."

Jiang Chuxu nodded, picked up Xiao Hei and turned to leave.

The fresh air outside dispelled the disgusting smell, and Xiao Hei found a more comfortable position in Jiang Chuxu's arms and continued to nap.

The finishing work in the sanatorium was in full swing. K was secretly escorted away. The captured men in black suits and several so-called masters, as well as the large number of confiscated experimental records and instruments, all needed to be preliminarily screened and classified. The whole operation was very efficient.

K was quickly escorted back to his country. After arriving at the interrogation room of the special department, he was firmly fixed on a special interrogation chair with heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles.

The light was pale, illuminating his sallow and withered face clearly. He had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling weakly, as if he would take his last breath at any moment.

Several experts in interrogation sat opposite him, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"K, your organization is finished. Those strongholds and your core members are basically under our control. There is no point in resisting stubbornly."

K's eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't open them. He pulled the corners of his mouth but didn't say anything.

"K, you won't be able to hold out for much longer in your current physical condition. If you explain yourself clearly, you might be able to secure a relatively decent ending. Think about your 'great achievements'. Don't you want to leave something behind?"

"Wei Ye, huh..." K finally uttered a sound, slowly opening his eyes a crack. His cloudy pupils were lifeless under the pale light, only a dead grayness. "If you lose, you're done. Winners are kings and losers are bandits. What's there to say?"

He uttered a few words with difficulty, and then started coughing violently again, with dark red blood flowing out from the corners of his mouth again.

If it weren't for Jiang Chuxu, K was very sure that everything he had done would be a great cause that changed the lives of many people, but now, everything has turned into a bubble.

He just said that one sentence, then his head tilted and he fainted completely, as if he had used up the last bit of his strength.

There was dead silence in the interrogation room.

They looked at each other and said in a deep voice, "Call the medical team. We can't let him die like this!"

There are still too many unsolved mysteries and information about K.

At the same time, in the lounge of the special department, Jiang Chuxu leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, her fingers subconsciously stroking Xiao Hei. The conversation in the interrogation room had reached her.

This K won’t live for many days. He keeps silent. Just wait for him to die.

Jiang Chuxu thought silently that it would be easier for her to ask questions after she became a ghost.

In the next few days, Jiang Chuxu spent most of his time in the dormitory arranged by the special department, cooperating with the special department to make some necessary inquiries. The rest of the time he was just playing with cats and resting in silence.

Ding Yucheng and his colleagues were very busy, interrogating K, clearing out the remaining forces, and coordinating with international parties.

However, K was sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious, and the information he revealed was limited. But combined with the information from other channels, most of the information about the K organization was basically known.

The only thing missing is why the K organization was established and how did K know about the transformation of ghosts?

K died on the sixth day after arriving at the special department, living two or three days longer than expected.

Jiang Chuxu had been waiting outside the special department's underground morgue, where the temperature was very low.

She stood in front of the cart, Xiao Hei squatted quietly at her feet, and several colleagues from the special department were also there. The atmosphere was solemn.

"He is dead, but his obsession is very deep. His soul will not go too far away from his body and cannot dissipate." Jiang Chuxu's voice was particularly clear in the empty morgue.

Ding Yucheng nodded. "We only need key information: the true origins of the organization. Where did he first acquire the knowledge of transforming ghosts? Are there any other strongholds or key figures that we haven't discovered?"

Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand, his fingertips touching the cold edge of the cart, hovering above K's body.

The temperature in the morgue seemed to drop a few degrees.

The pale light flickered and made a slight crackling sound.

A few seconds later, a vague outline emerged above the cart. It was K. He looked even more haggard than a corpse, and his face was frozen with the astonishment and unwillingness of the moment before his death.

His soul did not struggle, but just floated in the air blankly, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, as if he had not yet fully understood the fact that he was dead.

Jiang Chuxu directly established a connection with K and forcibly checked his memory even though K was struggling.

The first scene shows him waking up in a place similar to an operating table, and a figure in a white coat with an unclear face corroding him.

Then there are a few key words: late stage, spread, and a maximum of three months.

K was unwilling to accept this. He possessed enormous wealth and power, so how could he rot silently like an ant?

In the second scene, K appears in a dim basement with mottled walls and some yellowed sheepskin scrolls hanging on them. An old man wearing a tattered black robe and hunched over so that he can hardly straighten his back sits behind a greasy wooden table.

The old man's face was covered with dark brown age spots, and his eyes were cloudy but revealed a heart-pounding fanaticism.

With his dry, branch-like fingers, he trembled and pointed at an open ancient book. On the book was a pattern painted with some dark red paint. It was a combination of a human body and an animal, a painfully struggling soul being forcibly blended together.

Jiang Chuxu didn't pay attention to anything else. Her attention was all on this old man. She knew him!

And they met in her previous world!

【Author’s words】

[Dog head holding a rose] will be updated tomorrow

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