Chapter Thirty-Four: Obsession
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"You're the one who killed me."
A thick, dark aura swirled around her, and a chilling pressure pressed down on his back. In an instant, cold sweat soaked his entire body. He finally realized that the creature before him was no longer the one he had once run over without any power to resist.
Hate, so much hate, so disgusting—unfamiliar emotions suddenly flooded her mind, and Wen Zhuo's eyes shone with a glaring red.
The ensuing doubt and curiosity made her glance at the man's face. As soon as her gaze met his, Wen Zhuo looked away as if she were afraid of being stuck to something. After she looked away, the yin energy behind Wen Zhuo expanded rapidly as if it had been stimulated, spreading throughout the entire alley.
"No, no, it's not my fault." He hunched his shoulders, tucked his head between his legs, and trembled.
He wanted to turn around, he wanted to escape from here, but his legs, trembling with fear, couldn't muster any strength. He looked at the woman surrounded by black mist in front of him, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fists, trembling, and his eyes suddenly cleared, as if he had grasped something to support him.
Yes...yes! He, he has a way, he doesn't need to be afraid of her at all! So what if she's a ghost? You think I can't deal with you? I've been preparing for this for so long!
He stiffened his neck, raised his head, and glared at Wen Zhuo. "So what if it's me! A woman like you should be run over by me!" He grinned maliciously, oblivious to his own mortality.
"Wen Zhuo, do you know that your brother didn't even come when you died?"
Do you know how horribly you died?
Wen Zhuo lowered his gaze, his Yin energy trembling violently. The sticky black gas was as thick as water, like a bubbling swamp in a deep forest, enveloping them completely.
Wen Zhuo lowered his head, and the silent yin energy suddenly swelled up, with chaotic and sharp sounds suddenly ringing in his ears.
She raised her eyes in a daze, and the street scene, both strange and familiar, appeared before her.
In a gray world, dark-skinned pedestrians come and go, their faces calm as they step onto the only color in this world.
Blood splattered everywhere, the pool of blood, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, almost soaked the entire street. Every passerby's feet were covered in blood. They walked away, some quickly and some slowly, and the bloodstained footprints faded with each step.
Seasons change, pedestrians still come and go, and that patch of blood slowly disappears.
Wen Zhuo stared at the bloodstain, and soon she knew where it came from.
The red light across the street was brightly lit when a loud horn suddenly blared, like a death knell. Wen Zhuo's gaze froze as a car sped towards them. A familiar-looking man sat in the driver's seat, his expression obscured.
The noise and screams suddenly erupted from the crowd, and the gray crowd was instantly splattered with bright red blood, but she still just stood there.
Water slowly slid down her face. She was trembling all over, trying her best to get close to her, to save her. Her throat held a scream that could never be uttered, but her body was forcibly frozen in place, unable to move. When the ambulance finally arrived and took the person away, the world returned to gray.
He began to stare at the pool of blood again, waiting for a ghost that would never appear.
Time and time again, he was hit by cars, but he could only stand on the side of the street forever.
Why?
Wen Zhuo heard him ask that question.
Why did I argue with her? Why did I abandon her? Why didn't I come back in time? Why... wasn't it me who died?
Why...why don't you come to see me?
Do you hate me?
No, Wen Zhuo won't hate me, he thought.
"Then why doesn't she want to see me?" someone asked him.
Do you hate me, Wen Zhuo?
Do you love me?
His question was so light that it could be easily blown away by the wind, and the illusion before his eyes slowly dissipated into the air.
Suddenly, Wen Zhuo heard several piercing screams: "Help! Help! Help!!!"
Wen Zhuo's gaze slowly focused, the gray illusion faded, and her blood-red eyes were fixed on the man.
Wen Zhuo barely managed to suppress her turbulent emotions and glanced at her tightly gripped phone. It showed her chat with Wen Zhaoye. Their last conversation was in the morning, when Wen Zhaoye asked her if she had eaten properly.
Just now, Wen Zhuo's figure was completely enveloped in yin energy, and the man couldn't see what she was doing at all. Now, with Wen Zhuo's movements, the man's eyes widened in horror. This ghost was actually playing on her phone?!
Veins bulged on his forehead. Before he could react, the black aura enveloped him completely. His hands and feet were bound by the yin energy and he was lifted into the air. His face appeared in front of Wen Zhuo.
How can she be so strong?
The initial strength of a ghost is determined by the depth of its obsession.
Would someone like her still have obsessions?
He struggled frantically, cursing Wen Zhuo and Wen Zhaoye's entire family. Wen Zhuo found him noisy and used his yin energy to gag him.
Her gaze was fixed on the man's body, which she had been hitting for so long yet remained unharmed. He killed her, yet he was still living a carefree life abroad? That was impossible.
He was slammed to the ground again.
"Ugh! Ugh!" The man was in so much pain he couldn't open his eyes. Damn it, how could this woman be so powerful?
Wen Zhuo looked down at him, the remaining yin energy swirling behind her like giant black spider legs: "I ask, you answer."
He immediately shook his head violently, his dark face turning red as he strained: "Ugh! Ugh!!" You deserve to die!
Wen Zhuo nodded, and the next moment, with a "bang", a sharp pain came from the man's back. His body was slammed against the wall and slid down like a corpse.
Wen Zhuo lowered her eyes, glaring disdainfully at the eerie aura clinging to the man's mouth. She didn't want it anymore and released him.
"Cough cough, you think... Let go! Let go of me!"
Wen Zhuo waved her hand irritably, an excessive amount of emotions that did not belong to her swelling in her heart, like a lump of fermented dough being squeezed and kneaded in someone's hand.
The man's body was lifted high by the yin energy, then fell heavily, slamming him against the wall again. He had initially thought that, given Wen Zhuo's personality, he wouldn't actually make a move.
Before he could even beg for mercy, his mouth was gagged again.
A series of piercing screams, mixed with curses, echoed through the quiet alley.
"Wen... Ah!"
"pain!"
"How could you... ah! Not even ask..."
Wen Zhuo didn't look at him, silently lowering her head. Those were Wen Zhaoye's obsessions, weren't they? Was he tormented by the scene of her death every day like this? What was he regretting?
Wen Zhuo desperately wanted to know what had happened between them and why her memories hadn't returned.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The man struggled to survive on the ground, his questions to Wen Zhuo coming in fits and starts.
"Go ahead and ask!"
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
"Ah! Stop, stop hitting me!"
The man was being beaten so badly he could barely breathe, and his expression became increasingly ferocious. Wen Zhuo glanced at him in the gaps and finally took pity on him and did the most important thing during the interrogation.
--ask.
"You..." Before Wen Zhuo could finish speaking, the man on the ground suddenly sprang up, and something flew out of his hand, heading straight for Wen Zhuo's face.
He shouted in a hoarse voice, "You're going to die!"
He stared intently at the talisman folded into a five-pointed shape, which he had finally managed to obtain from a ghost-exorcising master! Before he was driven away, Wen Zhaoye was in grief and couldn't care less about him. He paid close attention to Wen Zhaoye's movements and, ever since he learned that Wen Zhaoye was trying to summon Wen Zhuo's soul, he couldn't help but hoard weapons to deal with ghosts.
His wrinkles spread out like flowers bursting open in a smile, and as the talisman was about to touch Wen Zhuo, his eyes shone brightly, almost brighter than the two red lights on Wen Zhuo's face, and the corners of his mouth stretched almost to his ears.
Wen Zhuo, Wen Zhuo, you will die by my hand for the rest of your life!
The next moment, his eyes widened.
The talisman he had spent a fortune on passed straight through Wen Zhuo's body.
Wear it, go back?
Wear it! Go through it!
He was kicked to the ground by Wen Zhuo. The man coughed a few times and asked incredulously:
"You! Wen Zhuo, what have you done! How could this be!!"
"Wenzhuo!"
Another deep voice suddenly broke in, and Wen Zhuo's brows twitched as he immediately looked over.
It's Wen Zhaoye!
The menacing aura emanating from Wen Zhuo suddenly subsided, and his turbulent emotions calmed down upon seeing him, as if they had been transferred to someone else.
He strode over, frowned, and grabbed Wen Zhuo's wrist, completely unaware that there was a person lying paralyzed at Wen Zhuo's feet.
The man couldn't see his face and thought he was saved. Before he could cry for help, he watched as the man nervously embraced Wen Zhuo.
Is there still someone who hasn't seen this?
Do you know you're hugging a ghost?!
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He looked Wen Zhuo up and down, noticing her long hair that was floating in the air, her slightly disheveled clothes, and her body that showed no signs of injury.
Okay, are there any normal people here?
He looked at Wen Zhuo again. This female ghost had transformed into a ghost, and could be said to have finally become close to a human. She was completely different from when she had gone crazy and attacked him.
Wen Zhuo tilted his head and rubbed against his palm, the dark, yin energy swirling around Wen Zhaoye's fingers and coiling around him.
"It's alright now."
Wen Zhaoye touched her thin clothes: "It's cold here, why are you wearing so little?"
The man closed his eyes. "Brother, she's a ghost. Can't you speak like a normal person?"
Wen Zhu blinked, looking somewhat tired: "I'm a ghost, I won't get sick."
Wen Zhaoye gently stroked Wen Zhuo's hair, looked into her eyes, and then touched her cheek: "Are you in a bad mood? Why don't you come back with me?"
He rushed over as soon as he discovered that Wen Zhuo's location had been set to his location.
All the way there, he kept thinking that Wen Zhuo had come to see him because she missed him, because she still didn't want to leave him, and because she wanted to be with him forever.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived, I found Wen Zhu being bullied.
His cold gaze swept over the man on the ground. He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Zhuo, carefully observing her expression. He saw nothing unusual, but she looked very tired. He waved his hand, and a group of burly men in black suits appeared from behind him.
The man screamed as someone covered his mouth and carried him away.
Wen Zhaoye draped his arms over Wen Zhuo, whose eyes were half-closed. Wen Zhaoye's voice was gentle, as if tempting her: "Are you very tired? Do you want to go and rest?"
Why aren't you looking at me?
"Did you remember something?" He lifted Wen Zhuo's face, wanting to look directly into her eyes.
Wen Zhuo finally raised her head, her red eyes, which did not belong to human beings, shimmering with a complex light.
She said, "Wen Zhaoye, can you be sure that your feelings for me are love, and not just your obsession?"
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