Chapter 909 Uncle Liu
If it weren't for the chill that lingered around his skin, Tu Lanxun would have mistaken them for actors from a horror film crew.
But the smell of blood in the air was too strong, so she took a half step back, the desire to escape rising again. She hid herself a little further behind N.
"I didn't summon all of you." N said, or to some of the ghosts in this group, his voice still cold.
The "cardigan man" with his chest and abdomen exposed took half a step forward and said in a hoarse voice, as if it came from hell, "Mr. N, we can't wait any longer."
His exposed internal organs were like a basket of shriveled persimmons. Tu Lanxun was not used to this scene and thought, if your purpose is N, then take him away quickly.
N said sternly and firmly, "Go back to where you belong."
The man in the cardigan hissed, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at N. "We can't rest in peace! It's you who brought us to this point! We won't resign ourselves to this. No eyes filled with resentment can rest in peace!"
The ghost spoke in the tone of a stage play translator. As soon as he spoke, the ghosts standing around nodded.
N remained unmoved. "No one cares about your grievances. You are not welcome here tonight."
A male ghost next to the cardigan man spoke. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Tu Lanxun then realized that his throat had been cut open, and wind was leaking out. "N, our bloody friend, you are not the only target tonight... If you feel guilty about the past, please get out of the way. Let us talk to that lady in person..."
He took a step forward, which immediately triggered N's dark anger. An almost visible black storm rose from the ground. The ghosts vaguely heard the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, which became more and more dense. The wind was howling, and the cold air actually formed a layer of frost on the glass. Every piece of frost was in the shape of a ghost face.
"Go back or die here. I don't mind giving you a ride." N spoke each word clearly, piercing like a cold nail.
"You, what's the difference between you and us?" The figures of the man in the cardigan and the man with the slit throat faded slightly. They were almost huddled together, trembling, but their eyes were full of malice as they looked at N. "Killer! Murderer! The bastard that crawled out of the first laboratory! You are much more filthy than us! Let us talk to the living lady alone!"
Tu Lanxun rubbed his arms and pointed at himself: Me?
What can she say to these evil spirits who obviously died tragically and are full of resentment?
If a fight breaks out between the two sides, which direction should she escape secretly? The fight between the victims and the suspected murderer has nothing to do with her, because both sides are not living people, let alone good people.
At this moment, N's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind the man in the cardigan. He slightly retracted his chin, and his whole face looked like it was carved by a knife under the shadow of his brow bone and nose bridge. One hand was holding the man's sternum. Because of the force, the back of his hand wrapped in a black leather glove had faintly protruding fan-bone-like grid lines.
Before the man in the cardigan could react, N pulled his slender fingers downwards, and the man's internal organs in his abdomen, which looked like rotten fruit, began to tremble as if being pecked by a bird.
The man in the cardigan was surprisingly skilled. He shifted his weight to his heels and swung his elbow behind him. N dodged it swiftly by turning his head. The loose hair in front of his forehead made his broken black pupils appear even darker. He clenched and twisted his hands.
“Ahhhh——” The cardigan man’s shrill scream echoed in the night sky. Fortunately, this was an uninhabited area.
Tu Lanxun witnessed a spectacular combat display, a one-sided crushing defeat. N's figure shifted and flashed among the ghosts, toppling everything in his path. Furthermore, the manner of death he bestowed upon the ghosts corresponded to their fatal wounds.
This obviously caused the deepest fear among the ghosts. When N conjured up a local rainstorm from nowhere and poured it on the head of the swollen old man who was obviously a water ghost, he finally flashed back to the door of the store and appeared behind the cut-throat man who was trying to walk towards Tu Lanxun.
N used his finger as a knife and wiped the throat of the slit-throat man again. There was a despair in the man's eyes as if he was going to die again. The wound ran across the entire neck, breaking the cervical vertebrae. The slit-throat man's head tilted back uncontrollably, with the back of his head almost touching his vest.
Ghosts cannot be killed a second time, or maybe they can, but N didn't do that, so the group of ghosts that were still alive squirmed and disappeared from sight one after another.
Tu Lanxun then realized that N was a powerful, powerful ghost, not only able to control electronic devices but also possessing absolute power over other evil spirits. She had been in close contact with him for over 24 hours.
"Wow." Tu Lanxun's mouth moved faster than his brain, and he immediately praised, "You are really amazing!"
This was not said sincerely. N's method of dealing with those ghosts was too neat and skillful. It was obviously not his first time. He was as adept as a craftsman chef handling ingredients, and he even had muscle memory for it.
N didn't look back, and said to the empty night: "Come out."
Outside the convenience store was a flat sidewalk, covering over a hundred square meters. In the corner was a green flower bed where low shrubs had grown wildly. Amidst the layers of green leaves, an illusory, hunched figure suddenly stood up and walked towards them.
It was a ghost again. That ghost wasn't part of the same group as the cardigan man and the others, and N's attitude towards him was different as well.
He is the guest N mentioned.
The man was about sixty years old, with greasy short hair, a dark green vest, and trouser legs stained with yellow mud. He looked like an ordinary old man. He nodded slightly and said, "Mr. N."
Unexpectedly, the old man turned to Tu Lanxun and nodded to her, "Good evening, little girl. Sorry to bother you."
"No, no." Tu Lanxun responded subconsciously. Actually, there was, but the old man was the first person who spoke to her nicely during this period of time. He didn't seem to be an evil ghost.
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"My last name is Liu, boss, you can just call me Uncle Liu." Uncle Liu sat down next to the cashier counter. Tu Lanxun realized that the boss was himself, responded, and ran to the shelf to get two bottles of mineral water.
Her plan was that as long as she pretended that only these two ghosts were talking, she could put down the water and leave smoothly.
The next second, his hope was shattered. N tapped the table with his fingertips, and the chair that belonged to him from the deep shelf flew over. He pointed to the third stool next to the computer and said, "Sit down."
Tu Lanxun was practically pinned to the stool by his cold gaze. He sat down reluctantly and listened to Uncle Liu say to N without a clue, "I'm really sorry to bother you this time, and the little boss."
No, what did she agree to? Not only did she not agree, but she didn't even know what the trouble was. Is that right?
Whatever a ghost tells someone to do is definitely not a good thing. This is her experience.
"Have you confirmed that it's over at Qingshan Lake? How far has it progressed?" N had no interest in small talk and asked two questions in a row.
Uncle Liu replied, "It's confirmed. It's just him and his son. We can't get any closer. If we get close to the lake, we'll be attacked indiscriminately. I tried diving down once, but he appeared and disappeared. He was watching me, but I couldn't touch him."
Seeing the sound, Uncle Liu thought for a moment and continued, "Even if I could find it, I couldn't bring it up. The bones alone weigh over a hundred pounds."
What lakeside, what bones, it sounds increasingly ominous. Could it be another murder case that involves her?
Tu Lanxun was racking his brains over how to shirk responsibility when N suddenly said, "Okay, let's go check it out tomorrow."
Uncle Liu was waiting for these words. He stood up and wanted to shake N's hand, but when he saw the black gloves covering the slender joints, he drew back, saying, "Thank you, thank you both!"
After saying that, he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind N, who was as unresponsive as a dead person, and Tu Lanxun, who looked confused.
What did she promise? She asked what she promised. Did she say a single word during this whole conversation? Was she going to randomly kill a lucky audience member just because she was forced to sit in on the conversation?
Tu Lanxun could only express these grievances in her heart. She still had a calm expression on her face and looked quietly at N, asking for an explanation from the perspective of equal cooperation as much as possible.
But after witnessing the other party killing a group of ghosts like a thug for the second time, this look always made him feel a little guilty.
"Let's go to Qingshan Lake at six o'clock tomorrow morning." N glanced at her gloomily, then walked deeper into the shelves, with the chair floating behind him.
Tu Lanxun couldn't help but call out to him, "You didn't tell me what it was, and besides, I didn't agree to go."
She was afraid of ghosts and even more afraid of death, but being manipulated like an object and not telling the truth was really beyond Tu Lanxun's acceptance.
What on earth did you force her to do? Whether she was an accomplice or a tool, you have to explain it clearly.
"I didn't say I didn't agree." After she finished speaking, N stared at her with his broken eyes, his expression difficult to discern, and his lips pursed tightly. She quickly tried to make amends, "Although I've cooperated, I want to be a sensible person, and even when I die, I want to be a sensible ghost. For example, what happened today, and what will happen tomorrow."
Tu Lanxun didn't believe that N stayed here just to control her, a weak labor force. He himself was almost omnipotent.
N's originally light ink-colored pupils became even darker, like a bottomless abyss gripping her, with dangerous emotions slowly surging in them.
"Besides, I have things to do. The food here will expire. My mom needs money at the hospital, and I'm in debt. I can't run around with you every day."
N snorted softly through his high nose and picked up a wallet with his long fingers. It was a stack of paper that appeared out of thin air and was placed on the shelf by him, where the coriander instant noodles had been.
"This is your reward for today. Remember, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
With a bright and slightly hoarse voice, N took a step with his long legs, walked past Tu Lanxun and left. When she looked back the next second, his figure had disappeared.
Tu Lanxun was the only one left in the store.
She opened the wallet. It was thicker than she had imagined. Every note inside was of the largest denomination, including current currency and foreign currencies from different countries. Tu Lanxun had a rough idea of the exchange rate. After calculating, she found that the total value was 90,000 yuan.
She used to look down on a daily salary of 90,000 yuan, but now her eyes suddenly become clear when she gets one.
She just said it casually and made up a pretext to fight for her personal rights, but she didn't expect N to actually give her some money.
But this is not the most important thing. Apart from the banknotes, there is a gold coin in the wallet.
It should be made of pure gold, much larger and thicker than a one-yuan coin, with a diameter close to that of a small teacup holder. It is a bit heavy in the hand, weighing at least 200 grams.
It reflected brilliant golden light in the pure black wallet, piercing directly into her eyes and shining on the part of her brain that secretes dopamine.
To her it was the color of wealth and salvation.
But before that, who do they belong to? Could they be a victim?
"Wait!" Tu Lanxun suddenly said, gritted her teeth, and threw her wallet back onto the shelf as if it were burning. She tried to look away, "Mr. N, I can't take this money."
The surroundings were silent. Tu Lanxun regretted speaking, but he could only continue: "If the money comes from illegal sources, it will not be spent normally. I - we will be found out."
N's voice suddenly rang through the air, tinged with a hint of sneer. "It's very clean. You can check it out. If you still don't dare to take it, just return it."
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