Chapter 69: Serial Killing Gang Suffers Serial Killings (4) Li Qi...
"Hello, respected Master Wong, are you home? I'll be over right now!"
Mike sent an urgent yet polite message to the Hong Kong expert—at least that's what he thought. In his current memory, he firmly believed that this expert had found Amy for him through the black market many years ago and had used magic to solve many of his problems, big and small.
Gaoren lives in Westminster's Chinatown. Like many Chinatowns across Europe and America, this one encompasses several streets, and its residents are mostly early immigrants from China, with a few from Japan and Korea. The archways lining the streets are primarily Chinese and early Hong Kong styles, and there's an antique Chinese pavilion at the entrance.
On several previous occasions, the "expert" and Mike had chosen this pavilion to "deliver" goods, but today Mike was in no mood to agree on a location in advance. Without waiting for a reply from the other party, he rode his motorcycle directly to the intersection of Chinatown, got off the bike and rushed in, following his memory to find Wong's residence.
When he ran a few dozen meters into the pedestrian street, he felt a cool breeze. This kind of cool breeze was very common in the streets and alleys, and it would not trigger any new ghost imagination, but in fact, this time it was really a ghost.
——One demon, three ghosts and two immortals floated past him, passed through the wall, and entered a house on the second floor.
Si Ling looked around. The house had been completely emptied of furniture, and the walls were stained and mottled, clearly vacant for a long time. However, it was clearly once a place where people lived. They were in a ten-square-meter living room. There were two doors on the right side: one leading to the bedroom and the other to the bathroom. Directly opposite, there was another door, which should have been the kitchen.
"How do you know there is an empty house here?" Si Ling asked A Zhui.
Ah Zhui sighed. "About a few decades ago... there was an overseas Chinese who lived here. He was a mathematical genius, but later came across us cultural relics lost overseas and devoted all his energy to returning them. During his time in the UK, he lived here to save money. I pretended to be an overseas student to get to know him and visited his house several times."
Si Ling nodded and asked, "What happened next?"
Ah Zhui lowered his head and gave a sad, bitter smile: "Dead. There was a shipwreck on the way to the Lighthouse Country. It is said that no one survived."
The atmosphere in the room became depressing. Bai Ma silently stroked A Zhui's back. Si Ling nodded: "Sorry..." After speaking, he coughed and said, "I'll look around." After that, he floated into the bathroom.
Unlike the other three completely empty rooms, the bathroom had a toilet and a sink, but it looked very old due to not being used for many years.
Ah Zhui was concentrating on chanting a spell in the living room: "The phantom mist covers the form."
As the illusion was released, sofas, coffee tables, low cabinets, and bookshelves appeared one by one in the living room. Cabinets, stoves, pots and pans began to appear in the kitchen. The bedroom was refreshed with a large wardrobe, bedside tables, and a single bed. Beige fabric curtains were drawn on the windows, and several pots of succulents were placed on the windowsill.
The toilet and sink in front of Si Ling also looked brand new. There was a mirror above the sink, and a toothbrush cup and electric toothbrush were placed in front of the mirror.
Si Ling turned his head to look at the window of the bathroom, and casually cast a spell to add a shower head and a shelf on the wall. There were also half-used toiletries on the shelf.
Not long after everything was arranged, there was a hurried knock on the door: "Master Wong! Wong! Wong!"
"Woof woof woof, like a dog barking." Xuan Chi mocked.
Si Ling sneered. Ah Zhui clasped his hands together and bowed to Xuan Chi: "I'll leave everything to Mr. Divine Beast!"
Xuan Chi raised an eyebrow, revealing his form, allowing Ah Zhui to cast a deception on him, transforming him into the image Mike remembered—a lean old man with features reminiscent of the Guangdong and Guangxi regions of China, wearing a half-worn white short-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue cotton and linen shorts, his graying hair meticulously groomed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses...
Bai Ma couldn't help but comment: "Your image design really fits the stereotype of Chinese people that white people have."
"Isn't squinty eyes the most stereotypical thing?" A Zhui curled his lips in indignation.
Only then did Bai Ma notice that the old man in front of him had a sharp look in his eyes. Azhu deliberately avoided that stereotype - perhaps it could not be said to be "intentional", because in the eyes of normal Chinese people, Chinese people do not have the appearance of being obsessed with the sun.
Hyunchi Wong walked over and opened the door. Mike rushed over, hung on his shoulder and shouted, "Wong! Something happened! Help me! Save me!"
"What happened?" Xuan Chi supported him and looked at A Zhu behind him.
Ah Zhui was holding a Tongming Plate in his hand, on which was a page of memo, with the lines Ah Zhui had just typed in large and bold font.
Xuan Chi withdrew his gaze, gathered his emotions, and squinted at Mike: "Did the 'child' bleed?"
This made Mike lean back, his back hitting the door. He stared at "Wong" with his eyes wide open, and froze for two seconds. Mike suddenly knelt down, grabbed Wong's arm, and shouted hoarsely: "Save me! Save me..."
Xuan Chi glanced at Azhu's Tongming Plate again.
Si Ling's mind moved, and he also took a look. Then Mike heard Wong's voice mixed with a soft female voice saying: "I'm sorry, you know the taboo very well. I can't help you."
"Ah--!!!" Mike screamed and jumped away from Hyun Chi, holding his head and looking around in confusion, "Amy? Amy! She's here! She followed!"
SAN value -10%.
“…” Xuan Chi and A Zhu looked at Si Ling with complicated expressions.
What an amazing on-the-spot performance.
Si Ling stopped there, and the next words were just a voice: "You go back." Xuan Chi forcefully "lifted" Mike and pushed him out without saying anything, "Let's go, get out of here!"
"No...help me!" Mike kept turning his head, unwillingly trying to beg Wong for help. But Wong was much stronger than he expected, and he was quickly pushed out of the door, which slammed shut in front of him.
Si Ling's eyes turned and fell on the window not far from the door. He laughed and quickly chanted a spell: "Break the barriers and reveal yourself."
The barrier-breaking spell cast by the powerful cultivator had no transition at all. Everything in the room, which was set up by the illusion, disappeared in an instant, and the house was in ruins again.
Ah Zhui was stunned: "What are you doing?!?!"
...Two seconds later, the unwilling Mike appeared in front of the window: "Wong!" He shouted, and he saw the changes in the room clearly. His pupils shrank instantly, and he fled from the window, crawling towards the metal stairs leading to the ground not far away.
SAN value -10%.
"..." Whether it was the monsters, ghosts or immortals in the room, they all looked at Si Ling again.
Li Qi grinned and gave a thumbs-up: "Awesome!"
Mike felt cold from head to toe, his mind blank as he mechanically ran for his life. He escaped Chinatown, got on his motorcycle at the intersection, and suddenly sped up, hoping to shake off the vengeful spirit that was following him invisibly.
In fact, if he could really see the vengeful spirit, he would get good news and bad news:
The good news is that there is no Amy; the bad news is that he's being followed by not one, but six supernatural beings.
He rushed through at lightning speed, completely forgetting the traffic rules. But when he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror on the handlebars... he saw Amy clinging to his shoulder, tilting her head to look at him in the rearview mirror.
At the same moment, Mike drove through an intersection.
"Beep beep—" The jeep on the right, driving normally, honked its horn frantically. Mike turned his head as if waking up from a dream, but...
Bang!
"Oh shiiiiit......!!!" Amid the screams of the jeep driver, Mike and his jeep drew a parabola in the sky, and then fell heavily to the side of the street more than ten meters away.
Bang!
The motorcycle broke into countless pieces, and Mike hit a street lamp, his internal organs shattered.
The disintegration of his soul at the moment of death allowed him to actually see ghosts.
So…the good news: Amy doesn’t exist.
Bad news: He saw six shadows floating in the air just a few feet away, looking down at him indifferently.
Ah Zhui folded his arms and clicked his tongue: "What a pity, I arranged a lot of plots to scare him."
Si Ling glanced at her helplessly: "This is the disadvantage of not setting up a barrier." She sighed and said, "But there's nothing wrong with a quick victory. We can go and grab other people's targets next."
"But I still feel a little bit unwilling that I didn't make him feel sorry for his evil deeds." Ah Zhui frowned, "It's too easy for him."
Si Ling chuckled, "That's nothing. In the underworld of our Porcelain Country, judges will list the crimes of the deceased before sentencing them. Satan should have a similar operation. He will understand."
"That's good." A Zhui nodded and began to think in his heart: the unfinished plot may be used in the next target.
Si Ling glanced at Xuan Chi and said, "But letting him die naturally would be too easy for him... He's on the verge of death and his SAN value is extremely low. You want to go?"
Xuan Chi nodded: "Yeah."
After saying that, he raised his right hand, and a bright white light appeared in the palm of his hand, quickly extending upward and downward until it formed a black halberd.
——Is this... God?
Mike stared at the scene in front of him in confusion as he lost blood rapidly. In the last moment of his life, he saw the male face that perfectly conformed to the oriental aesthetics waving the weapon in his hand and smashing it towards his face with a gust of wind!
"Boom--" The magic weapon's attack on the spirit did not cause any physical damage, so Mike did not hear any sound of flesh or skull breaking, but he felt his soul burning!
"Ah-ah-!!!" Mike screamed in pain, but the scream did not relieve the pain at all. What was more terrifying was that although he was dying, his soul was still bound by the body. The body was seriously injured and he could not move, and his soul could not struggle at all.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Mike felt the flames burning. More than ten minutes later, the ambulance and traffic police arrived with sirens sirens, but Mike's soul was still wrapped in the burning.
"I was driving normally and he suddenly rushed towards me. Although I regret his life, I still have to say that it is all his fault!!!" The jeep driver loudly described the accident to the traffic police.
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