Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Mud Ghost (Part 3)
Song Qiyan had never experienced such a horrible and absurd thing since he was a child.
He thought he must be dreaming.
Half an hour ago, Song Qiyan was wrapped in foul-smelling mud that smelled of rotten meat. When he was almost suffocated to death, he suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and took big gulps of fresh air.
It turns out that all that terrible thing was really just a dream.
When he caught his breath, Song Qi Yan found himself sitting in a car. It was dark outside and it was raining heavily. The raindrops were hitting the car with a "patter" sound.
"This damn weather is really troublesome. There's no signal and I can't make a phone call." The driver turned around and said, "Mr. Song, the car is stuck. I'll go down and see if I can fix it."
He opened the door and got out.
Song Qiyan saw the bus stop not far away through the car window.
Late at night, at a rainy bus stop, a car anchored on the side of the road... He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and dense fears crept into his heart, almost making it difficult for him to breathe.
This scene is so familiar. Three years ago, that beautiful pregnant woman was raped by him in such weather...
"Drip-drip-drip-"
The sudden sound of a car horn broke the darkness and silence of the rainy night.
Song Qiyan saw several cars passing by him. He was very familiar with those cars. They were all owned by the group of people he hung out with.
He was stunned, fear making his body tremble uncontrollably.
run!
Run!
Get out of here!
There was a voice in Song Qiyan's heart screaming wildly.
He pushed open the car door with shaking hands, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a piercing pain in his stomach and fell heavily to the ground.
He looked down and his pupils instantly dilated.
Song Qiyan stared at his flat belly, which swelled up like a balloon in just a few seconds.
“Ahhhhhh!”
He screamed in fear and anger.
"My pretty girl, do you need any help?"
The car that had just driven past backed up and stopped in front of Song Qiyan.
Hearing the familiar voice, Song Qiyan felt ashamed and embarrassed.
His current appearance as a pregnant woman with a big belly was seen by his former friends.
After all, he had been a bully for more than 20 years. His rage suppressed his fear for a short time. He raised his head and yelled, "Get out! Get out!"
His hysterical roar caused everyone to laugh.
"Hahaha, this little girl has quite a hot temper."
"Hehehe, I just like women like this. It's so fun to train them, especially when they're pregnant."
Song Qiyan's anger subsided, and fear took over again.
He was stunned after hearing what these people said. What did they mean? Did they think he was a woman?
It's crazy, it's crazy, the world has gone crazy!
Song Qiyan didn't have much time to dwell on this matter because someone grabbed his hair fiercely.
"You bastard, you dare to yell at us even though I gave you the face?"
It seemed as if a layer of his scalp was being peeled off, and Song Qiyan's facial features were distorted in pain.
…
The car had a smooth journey.
Song Qiyan was taken back to the familiar villa, which was his own territory.
At this moment, he was horrified to find that not only had his belly grown bigger, but his whole body strength had also become as weak as a woman's.
Someone opened the car door and reached out to pull his arm.
"Get out of here! Don't touch me!" Song Qiyan glared at the man and slapped his face, leaving several bloody marks.
"MD, you bastard. You are shameless even though I gave you a chance."
The man was furious and ferocious. He grabbed the back of Song Qiyan's shirt and dragged him out regardless of the consequences.
“Bang!”
Song Qiyan's knees hit the floor. The heavy blow caused his stomach to contract and ache, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Without giving him any time to react, he was roughly dragged forward.
The friction between his legs and the floor soon tore through his pants, and his legs gradually became a bloody mess.
“Ahhhh!”
Song Qiyan screamed in pain.
"Hehe, don't worry, we will take good care of you and guarantee that our skills are better than your husband's."
"Hahaha, I've never played with a pregnant woman before. It should be fun, right?"
"You'll know whether it's fun or not in a moment. Everyone gets a share."
As they talked, they burst into laughter.
Song Qi Yan was going crazy, feeling pain, shock and fear. For the first time, he found the familiar faces disgusting.
"Ahhh, you rubbish, open your dog eyes and see clearly who I am! Let me go, let me go! I'm going to kill you!"
No matter how he struggled and yelled, these people turned a blind eye.
"You rubbish, rubbish! I'm going to kill you and chop you into pieces."
He struggled hard, and the man who was pulling his clothes raised his hands and slapped him twice, sneering: "You can do it just by opening your legs, why are you pretending to be a pure heroine?"
These words made Song Qiyan's breathing pause.
Three years ago, the same scene, he dragged an eight-month pregnant woman all the way in from outside the villa.
The woman struggled, screamed and bit his arm like a mad dog.
He slapped her twice in anger and sneered, "You can do it just by opening your legs. Why are you pretending to be a pure heroine?"
“Bang!”
Song Qiyan was slapped on the face again, causing his face to tilt, and a familiar face appeared in his sight.
His eyes were filled with ecstasy, and his face looked particularly distorted with the desire to survive. "Brother, save me, save me quickly, brother! Kill them, kill these bastards!"
Song Qiyan's words, filled with overwhelming anger and hatred, brought Song Ting and the others back to their senses from the shock.
"Xiao Yan!"
Song Ting's eyes were bloodshot and he ran towards Song Qiyan without any reason.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Han Xiuyan and his team controlled him.
"Song Ting, calm down," Rong Qing said in a deep voice, "This is not the real world. We are in the realm of the dead. That may not be your brother. It may be a decoy."
His words worked.
Although Song Ting still had a cold face, his expression had calmed down a lot.
Song Qiyan saw that his brother, apart from his initial anger, quickly calmed down and did not move at all, so he just stood there and looked at him quietly.
As his body was dragged forward again, he yelled with bloodshot eyes: "Brother, brother, I am Qi Yan, save me, brother!"
Song Qiyan screamed heart-wrenchingly as he was dragged into the villa.
In the next period of time.
Song Qiyan was filled with despair and truly experienced what it meant to live a life worse than death.
The pain of being torn apart physically is far less than the disgust and humiliation it brings to the mind.
His eyes widened as he watched the familiar faces moving around in front of him, and he gradually lost his breath.
"Fuck, it's useless. This is only the fourth round."
The man who pulled up his trousers looked dissatisfied and spat in Song Qiyan's face.
The smell of alcohol filled the villa.
Someone chuckled and asked, "What do you think an unborn baby looks like inside a woman's body?"
Song Ting and his companions saw all of this.
They realized halfway through what those beasts were going to do to Song Qi Yan, and even though they knew the scene before them might be fake, they still instinctively tried to go over and save him.
But no matter how hard they tried, there was always something blocking their way, preventing them from getting any closer.
After hearing the man's words, several people had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Sure enough, the premonition came true.
The drunk man ran to the kitchen, took out a machete, cut open Song Qiyan's stomach, and pulled out two bloody things.
…
Song Qiyan suddenly opened his eyes.
"This damn weather is really troublesome. There's no signal and I can't make a phone call." The driver turned around and said, "Mr. Song, the car is stuck. I'll go down and see if I can fix it."
The same words came again.
Song Qiyan shivered, opened the car door and ran out.
However, it didn't work.
He was once again dragged into the villa and bullied by a group of familiar people, and finally he died completely.
Outside the villa.
Song Ting's teeth were almost broken as he watched the scene repeating itself in front of him.
When Song Qiyan was dragged into the villa for the fourth time.
Everyone present finally confirmed that this was not an illusion, but the Undead Lord was punishing Song Qiyan.
Currently, no one is sure how many types of ghost realms there are. However, research on the ghost realms that exist in the world has found that there is a type of evil spirit lord who will constantly repeat what happened in his previous life.
Song Mian took a deep breath and looked at Song Ting, "So Song Qiyan once killed a pregnant woman in this way before?"
Song Ting didn't say anything and just agreed.
Song Mian looked at his indifferent expression, as if he was used to it, and heard Song Qiyan's roar in her ears, and she felt nauseous in her heart.
"Now is not the time to talk about this," Rong Qing stepped forward, "Since this is a type of undead realm that we are familiar with, as long as we find the burial place of the evil spirits, we can rescue the people."
Song Ting has an impression of this incident.
He led the way to the back garden of the villa and spent more than ten minutes to confirm where the evil spirit's body was buried.
Things were going too smoothly, and Han Xiuyan always felt uneasy.
"Wait a little longer," he frowned and spoke in a serious tone, "We don't know what special abilities the evil spirits have yet."
Song Ting was anxious to save his brother. Hearing this, he said angrily, "You officials are so timid. You are useless."
Both of them were people who possessed special abilities at a young age. Chen Jingsheng and Han Xiuyan had never been insulted in front of others like this before.
Chen Jingsheng immediately stabbed back: "It's better than you Song family members doing such beastly things that deserve to be struck by lightning."
Song Ting's face was full of gloom: "What qualifications do you, a running dog of the government, have..."
The accident happened in an instant.
The soil under the feet of several people suddenly became wet and soft. Before they could react, their entire bodies fell down at a high speed and were completely submerged in the red mud.
The back garden became quiet again, without a single sound.
Five minutes later.
There were footsteps coming from far away and finally stopping at the place where a few people were standing just now.
Sang Wanwan raised her feet and stepped on the soil below. "Come out."
There was no movement.
She yawned sleepily and said lazily, "I have a bad temper. I always dig up the graves of disobedient ghosts and feed their ashes to dogs."
The soil beneath the ground began to surge unwillingly.
A pair of pale hands stretched out from the mud and dug it away. Then a wet, muddy ghost head cautiously poked out.
A man and a ghost looked at each other from a distance.
The mud ghost grinned at Sang Wanwan in a flattering way and said tremblingly, "Master, good evening. Are you taking a walk?"
Just as she finished speaking, her chin melted into a lump of mud and fell down. She quickly picked up the mud and pasted her chin back together with a "click".