56 Chapter 56 (Three in One)
◎Those who are trying to make trouble for others, please move aside. My takeaway is about to expire!◎
“Pah…Pah…”
The heavy footsteps dragged closer and closer. With every step the fleshy figure took, his bulging belly trembled. A pool of brown and red mud fell from his obese body, which exploded before it hit the ground, splashing oil on the wall.
The old factory corridors were tall and spacious, wide enough for vehicles to drive in and remove any equipment or products. The dim lights were coated in a thick layer of grease and dust, blurring the light and shadows only slightly better than at night. The walls were covered in a slick, sludge-like brownish-red color that trembled with the movement of the fleshy figure.
On the contrary, the ground is exceptionally clean, and you can even see the floor paint applied by the factory.
Oil splashed everywhere, the lights dimmed, and the ground seemed to begin to take on a flesh-red hue.
A dark shadow loomed at the base of the wall, and if you didn't look closely you'd mistake it for the shadow of flowing mud.
"Leave the 'oil vat' between the workshop corridors. Don't step on the oil. It won't come back. We have three minutes to get to the next workshop. Go, take a break on the way, and follow closely."
The black shadow faded away silently, and several people who had been maintaining the same posture for a long time under the shadow moved forward quickly.
The black shadow retreated to the feet of one of them. As soon as the shadow disappeared, her face turned pale, her expression twisted strangely, and she looked at the others with malicious eyes.
Yan Mingyue, standing behind her, was quick and swift. He knocked her unconscious with a single blow of his sword, then lifted her up by her shoulders. "Sorry. [Ghost]."
The C-rank Ghost Item, controlled by Zhou Xing, a Ghost Master transferred from another province, is a C-rank Ghost Item. The longer it is used, the stronger its distorted form becomes. This requires temporary control, which the Ghost Master must suppress.
Yan Mingyue's health is not very good, but among the short people in the team that came in today, he is the tallest one among them, and he is responsible for carrying people in an emergency.
Explosion-proof shields were deployed in front and behind the team, and everyone was covered with exoskeletons designed based on purely mechanical performance, which reduced physical energy consumption by at least 1/3 and supported them in going deep into the ghost cave.
The use of strange objects has its price. Combining technology and strange objects is the best option for entering the ghost cave. However, the signal interference in the ghost cave is strong, and the ignition and electromagnetic techniques that are prone to killing rules must be used with caution. The final action suit designed has been produced in very low quantities so far.
Snap... snap.
The heavy footsteps behind him receded, and in the distance, new footsteps could be heard approaching. As the first round of footsteps faded, the gaps between the muddy walls shrank, like a giant, endless intestine that began to wriggle and squeeze, like a grinding mill.
No one chose to attack the fleshy figure with its back to them, nor did anyone try to attack the mud wall.
[Hungry Ghost] The ghost den is different from the B-level incident in Tianjiang City a few days ago. As a ghost den that has long been revived, there are more than one weird creatures affected by the rules of the ghost den, and there are countless ghost slaves with strange and bizarre changes.
The ghostly den is expanding, and it's clear that everything revolves around this processing plant. Controlling these ghosts and killing more ghost slaves will be useless in combating the den, wasting opportunities and time to use the ghosts. Only by exploring the ghostly den's patterns and finding its true core can we have a chance to contain or disable the ghosts.
The method of forcibly demolishing the factory was tried when we first entered.
Bullets couldn't penetrate the oil jars that resembled a mountain of flesh, nor could they demolish the muddy walls. Ordinary bullets would hit them like hitting a swamp, splashing a pool of oil, and had no effect other than increasing the difficulty of advancing.
Incendiary bombs and other explosives won't work here. Using a demonic object to sever the oil tank from the wall reveals that the interior is no longer a real factory; only grease spurts from the layers of rotting flesh. Anyone sprayed with the oil will instantly become an offering in alms, drawing the previously patrolling "oil tank" and another wave of hungry ghosts and slaves.
The ghost den that has been revived is somewhat like a copy in the game, only more cruel.
Yan Mingyue and his group moved quickly, sprinting out of the corridor before the "intestinal wall" could be squeezed together. This place was completely different from a normal factory layout, with the corridors branching into a chaotic maze. Scrambled metal fragments and nameplates were stuck at each fork in the road, and the faint sound of footsteps echoed through many of the numerous intersections.
"Gurgle——" The stomach growled so loudly that it was hard to tell whose stomach in the team was growling.
Yan Mingyue tightened his belt, broke off a small piece of energy bar and chewed it, then unconsciously tugged at his collar. The hemp rope marks were purple-red and were wrapped around his neck in circles.
Even after eating, the hunger still lingers, but I can still bear it. As long as my willpower is strong enough, I can endure without food or water to the limit of my body and endure for a few days.
But the pressure from the [Hungry Ghost] den on the ghost master is too great. Human hunger can be tolerated, but when the ghosts are hungry, they will eat people!
Taking advantage of this brief rest period while identifying the road, Yan Mingyue opened the storage tank on the exoskeleton, "I still have two tubes of nutrition injections and a tube of adrenaline."
"I have a closure needle, who wants one?"
"I have……"
The teammates were exchanging the few supplies they had. Yan Mingyue pressed the button on his phone, turning it on in a mode similar to a radio or walkie-talkie, and once again tried to send out the rules of the ghost den that he had figured out so far.
The special material was once again validated during the tracking of the Hearse. The Hearse's miniature ghost dens were barely able to transmit signals when they opened and appeared. The Hungry Ghost dens were naturally much stronger than the Hearse's, but the continued opening of ghost dens that engulfed their prey during expansion might also allow for a chance to transmit information.
One by one, their companions stayed behind to cover their retreat, and only then did they gain the opportunity to break into the depths of the factory. Even if the rules could not be passed on to other teammates or to the living people inside the ghost cave who could hear the news, they would have a better chance of survival.
The messages failed to be sent one after another. Just as Yan Mingyue pressed the send button for the last time, a burst of light music suddenly came from the phone.
"Welcome to Xile Restaurant. Please press 1 for reservations and 2 for delivery. We cater to group meals, employee meals, and various banquets. We are here to serve you warmly. May you always be happy..."
Yan Mingyue:?
When did Boss Ye update the hotline ringtone? No, she sent a group message to the Ghost Cave, so how did she get through to the Xile Hotel hotline?!
The others suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Mingyue in surprise, "Did you make a call? Did the ghost cave change and a signal appear?"
Yan Mingyue pressed her finger on the hang-up button, but after pressing it several times, she couldn't hang up at all. She could only turn the volume down to the lowest setting. The sweet voice of the customer service representative echoed cheerfully in the quiet corridor, strange and eerie.
All of a sudden, she broke out in a cold sweat and quickly made a phone call gesture, which represented a "ghost call."
The teammates' faces changed suddenly.
Previously, this gesture represented [Ghost Call] Hu Tu, but now...
Hu Tu had recently left a rearguard at the factory entrance, intercepting the mysterious pursuit of the "Oil Sellers" at the gate. Everyone knew that the first person to be called when the "Ghost Caller" revived would be the one they had recently come into contact with. If the teammates didn't receive a call, it was still good news.
But now, [Ghost Call] has become another voice and has come to them.
The light music played once, and then Ye Ping'an's voice became enthusiastic. "Good evening, Captain Yan! I heard that you and Captain Hu were busy, so I didn't look for you this time. Did you hear that I was coming and want to order supper? What a coincidence! I brought a few extra portions, but I didn't know how many of you there were, so the quantity might not be enough. As for the price..."
Everyone held their breath, covering their mouths, not a single sound uttered. No one dared to respond to the [Ghost Call]; replying would lead to discovery, and discovery would spell death. Trapped deep within the haunted den, and yet another C-rank strange resurrection was a truly bad news for the team, pressed for time.
But the more Yan Mingyue listened, the stranger his expression became.
...Is the imitation of [Ghost Call] so realistic?
Jiang City and Huaxi City are neighbors. When Captain Hu was in good condition in the past, she also visited him and learned about this C-level weirdness.
The Ghost Caller will mimic the voice of a ghost wielder or someone who has died, fabricating dangerous situations to lure or scare new prey. If the prey doesn't answer the call, the third ring will also provide the Ghost Caller with the target's location.
But no matter how much it imitates and fabricates, it is impossible to directly obtain the voice of a living person, let alone interpret Boss Ye's familiar and "money-oriented" logic so vividly.
The most important thing is that [Ghost Call] was revived in the ghost den and could not kill Ye Ping'an, who had not had contact with Hu Tu recently.
Could it be, perhaps, could it be...
"Hello? Hello, is anyone listening?" Ye Ping'an tapped the phone in confusion, and the tapping sound could be heard on the other end of the receiver.
After failing to sell the lunch boxes, Ye Ping'an's enthusiasm suddenly disappeared. "It's okay if you don't buy midnight snacks. Captain Yan, what's the matter? Why don't you say something? I'm in a hurry and busy taking a shortcut to deliver food to the processing factory. If you have nothing else to do, I'm hanging up!"
This train of thought is not something that ordinary people can imitate.
Yan Mingyue was 50% to 60% sure that this was Boss Ye.
Yan Mingyue didn't understand how Ye Ping'an, with his magical abilities, had gotten into the Ghost Cave and contacted them. Even if the commander-in-chief had asked her to join the team, she should have been among the next exploration team to enter the Ghost Cave.
But now that they were inside, there was no way to send Ye Pingan out. Yan Mingyue understood what Ye Pingan said, and guessed that she was also looking for the core area of the ghost den. It would be better to join them. One more person means more strength and more chances of solving the ghost den.
Yan Mingyue was cautious and didn't say anything. He quickly typed a text message and sent it: [The fog is thickest at the processing plant. Five people.]
"Why did you change your text messages? Are you guys not comfortable talking?" Ye Ping'an suddenly realized, "Okay, five takeouts, right? If we divide the small portions evenly, it should be enough. You're also in the processing plant, right? Okay, you guys go ahead and do your work, I'll be there soon."
Yan Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the text message had been received made it less likely that it was a [ghost call] tactic to lure her.
After the call ended, the teammates took the time to catch their breath, their eyes fixed on Yan Mingyue with suspicion. "Xiao Yan, did you reply to the [Ghost Call]?"
The leading captain made a quick decision, "Throw away the cell phones, remove the signal transmitter from the exoskeleton, and keep Xiaoyan's. You go ahead."
Yan Mingyue understands everyone's choice.
Anyone else would have thought their companion had been smitten, their perceptions clouded by the strangeness and hallucinations. Keeping only one phone ensured the [Ghost Calls] wouldn't spread. If they were attacked by something strange, they'd be prepared, and there was a chance they could use the [Ghost Calls] to attack other strange things deep within the factory.
"This way." Yan Mingyue walked to the front and the captain whispered in the direction.
A small candle was stuck on the shoulder of her exoskeleton. It wasn't lit, but a faint wisp of gray smoke drifted out, like burning ashes, pointing to an intersection.
As I turned into the intersection, I saw round bellies squeezed out of the muddy walls, identical to the corridor's, their skins so thin they were transparent, the yellow fat inside gleaming in the light. Only by looking closely could I spot the limbs and heads, squeezed almost out of view by the bellies.
Above and to either side were figures fixed on the wall with blank stares. They looked like human honeypot ants, their hands clasped together, mumbling something.
"Hungry... so hungry... When does the midnight feeding start?"
"Dad said that there's an endless supply of delicious food on the streets at night, so we won't be hungry..."
Their eyes were cloudy, their faces were hideous, and there was only a desire for grease in their eyes.
They longed for the alms of oil to arrive, seemingly unaware that their bellies were bloated and filled with oil.
One by one, the figures supported their weak limbs, stood up unsteadily, and stretched their hands out of the wall.
"I'm so hungry. Ho, ho, ho... I smell the oil. It smells so good! Where did you hide the oil?!"
Amidst the mouth-watering roars, the figures with stomachs full of oil still had half of their stomachs on the wall. They struggled to reach out of the wall, but did not notice that behind them was a wall of flesh made of broken limbs.
Broken bellies, mutilated heads, eyes that seemed to be filled with both supreme satisfaction and extreme fear, were glued together by blood that had solidified and begun to rot. Their figures bore a striking resemblance to those thirsting for fat, as if foreshadowing their future.
Yan Mingyue had seen many strange incidents, including the recent bloody incident at the Charcoal Butcher barbecue stall. But facing the wall of flesh and blood in the corridor, her stomach churned.
"Investigators, ordinary workers, the wealthy businessman who originally developed the land in the old city, and the newly involved residents..."
The clothes on the broken corpses were new and old, rich and poor, young and old, and they were all squeezed together like rotten meat when the weirdness came.
Yan Mingyue also saw the cover of the investigator's ID card from more than ten years ago. It was a trace left behind when the crisis came.
After rushing in from outside the ghost den to here, Yan Mingyue has basically understood the operation of the entire ghost den.
Those who don't eat oil will starve to death and become ghost slaves. Those who eat too much will become part of the ghost den. The same goes for those who are sent here to exchange oil. They are carriers of hungry ghosts, and this place itself is also a "hungry ghost."
"Don't touch the belly, don't get any grease on it."
As they reminded each other, the rustling sound of snake tails swimming could be heard, and illusory snake skins emerged from the shoulders they were holding, and a group of people squeezed into the crowd without hesitation.
The fog in the factory was not as thick as outside, but the further one went in the corridor, the more people climbed down the walls, the thicker the bloody fog became, and the wailing and crying sounds came one after another, as if it were hell on earth.
There were no more giants in the new corridor. The hungry ghosts that kept crawling out were enough to make people exhausted. The corridor seemed to have no end.
The rumbling of her stomach became more and more obvious. Yan Mingyue stared at the hemp rope noose hanging on the wall with a grim expression. "No, this is the second time we passed by here. My rope is still here."
Before entering each corridor, she would leave a hemp rope. [Hanging Rope] While hanging the target, the other end was always around her neck, so if anything unexpected happened, she could immediately retreat to the starting point.
Ghost dens can distort reality. The ghost wall, originally a cognitive illusion, became reality in this ghost den. If it weren't for the precise location of the "hanging rope," Yan Mingyue wouldn't even have noticed that this corridor was looping.
"Xiao Yan, what time is it?"
"11:31 PM."
The captain glanced at the candle on his shoulder. No new smoke was coming out of the candle, but instead it was surrounded by wisps of blood mist.
"Time is running out. Starting at midnight, everyone in the factory will be transformed into oil cloth and distributed... This time, the factory gate isn't at the end of the corridor. Find the door on this corridor! Use the [Spirit Altar]."
As he was speaking, a black open-mouthed porcelain jar suddenly appeared in the corner.
The figures that pounced down from the wall were immediately attracted, as if the dark little jar contained what they desired most, and they rushed to grab it.
Click.
Someone's head was squeezed off and rolled into the jar, disappearing. The figures nearby froze simultaneously. A small greasy stain suddenly appeared on the black porcelain jar.
"I woke up not too late, did I?" Zhou Xing rubbed his neck on Yan Mingyue's back and stood up straight with a grin. "I'm getting old, and I still get a little stiff neck after being hit."
As she muttered, a black shadow emerged from the shadow under her feet, precisely restricting the areas that the porcelain jar had not reached.
In order to restrain the madly surging group of hungry ghosts, a man in the team holding an ancient sword slashed out with his sword.
On the flesh-and-blood wall, smooth cuts marked several spots where old investigator IDs had been left. Behind one of these spots, a thick blood mist suddenly gushed out!
“Found it!”
Cutting downwards, one sees layers of documents and uniforms piled up on top of each other, and layers of twisted bodies blocking the way ahead.
It was the support that once protected their companions, and it is now the guidance given to those who come after them.
At the bottom was a large greasy iron door with six words painted in red paint: "No. 3 Odor Removal Workshop".
The rumbling sound of mechanical operation came from behind the door, and wisps of blood mist seeped out from the gap in the door.
Right in front of the gate, a middle-aged woman leaned against the gate with her back, wearing a black and red Taoist robe whose original color could no longer be seen. Curved talisman patterns with blood-red and golden hues were painted all over her exposed skin, extending deep into the robe.
Her skin was pale but shiny, and even though her chest was not moving, she inexplicably looked as if she were alive.
The woman closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, one hand supporting the copper coin sword against the ground, and the other hand supporting an incense burner in front of her chest.
The candle on the captain's shoulder, which was wrapped in blood mist, began to emit smoke again, and the gray smoke drifted straight into the incense burner.
"Master Qingyan." The captain bowed his head and took out three clean candles and lit them.
She held a clean candle between her middle and index fingers, her thumbs resting on the candle ends, and respectfully raised the incense to her eyebrows before lowering it. She silently muttered something as she took seven steps toward the Taoist priest in front of the door, exuding a mysterious aura.
Zhou Xing, the oldest investigator on the team, was shocked. "Three Pure Incense, Stepping on the Divine Art, authentic Xuanmen techniques, dragon and tiger rituals?! I was wondering why the Zhoukou Ghost Cave had restricted access for so long! Turns out these were left behind before the fall of Restricted Area No. 3..."
Zhou Xing's voice gradually faded. Yan Mingyue only heard the first half of his sentence and turned back in confusion, "Longhu Xuanmen? The Longhu Mountain in the movie?"
Zhou Xing hesitated, scratching his head. "Alas, it's hard to explain to you young people. There's no way to explain it, just watch. If the True Spirit Society hadn't made other sacrifices, we could have made up for the previous restrictions and maybe stopped the Ghost Den directly. The Ghost Den is different now, but if we find her, the Ghost Den Core must be nearby."
As he spoke, the captain had already walked to the door and meticulously inserted the clean candles into the incense burner from the middle to both sides.
"Please help me, senior."
Three dim candlelights flickered in the incense burner. It was strange to match the candles with the incense burner, but the grayish-white pure candles inserted inside were inexplicably harmonious, as if it should be so.
The scent of sandalwood incense and candles lingered, and in the curling smoke, a nun stood motionless in front of the door, holding the incense burner in one hand, drawing the sword with her backhand, and thrusting it backwards.
She was like a robot that had not moved for a long time. Her sideways movements were stiff and slow, but when she swung the copper coin sword, it was as light and agile as a gust of wind.
The large iron gate silently opened, a gap wide enough for someone to pass through. The surging blood mist seemed to be blocked inside by an invisible barrier, and could only seep out continuously through the gap. The copper coin sword flew straight into the depths, and the rich, suffocating smell of blood wafted from behind the door.
"【Ghost】, go!" The captain whispered a reminder, and the black shadow covered everyone who rushed into the new workshop.
"How long has it been?" a strange female voice sounded.
The captain who remained at the end lowered his head and said, "The Heart Devourer has been restricted for the 21st day of March, the 17th year."
"It's been so long... it's nice."
The blood-red lines on the skin faded quickly, and in the blink of an eye, only a skeleton wearing a Taoist robe remained.
The incense burner fell to the ground with a clang, but the three thin and small candles remained steady without shaking at all.
The burning candle suddenly grew longer, and the candlelight blocked the iron door. The blood mist that overflowed from the gap in the door seemed to be dispersed by the burning and became a little lighter.
The thick black and red fog floating in the entire ghost cave remains the same as always.
"It's really a good idea to bring in a few extra meals. I can also earn some extra delivery fees."
Ye Pingan hung up the phone happily and looked around at the fog. "The pollution is very serious everywhere... The thick fog Captain Yan mentioned, should it be over there? The navigation must have gotten the direction wrong."
As the van turned around, a dirty little face appeared at the stairs not far away.
The little boy waved softly, "Little sister, are you from out of town? Don't wander around, there are man-eating monsters in the city!"
The man behind the little boy was gaunt, his cheeks sunken. He nodded woodenly, looking honest and unremarkable. The thin girl on his back was asleep, and in front of him was the little boy waving anxiously. The two awake men were panting, as if they had just escaped from danger.
Just when I was thinking that I couldn't ask for directions without meeting a local, I met one.
Ye Pingan rolled down the car window and quickly put on a mask. "What did you say?"
The little boy's anxious expression froze for a moment: ...
Are you serious about wearing a mask?
After being interrupted, the little boy's voice was still full of emotion when he repeated his persuasion, but it seemed fake.
While he was anxiously saying "monster", he secretly glanced at the driver's expression. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked. After he looked, his voice became even drier.
Ye Ping'an had no reaction to his words, oh no, not no reaction... Ye Ping'an put on another mask.
The air in the old city is so smelly, even worse than that in a slaughterhouse, it's really a torture to the chef's nose.
"Sister!" the little boy said angrily, changing his tone. "The man-eating monster is coming. Let's go home first. It's very dangerous not to go home at night. If you don't believe me, forget it!"
"A man-eating monster? Oh, you mean a fugitive?" Children have endless imaginations, and their little mouths chatter non-stop like machine guns.
Ye Ping'an nodded perfunctorily, only concerned about one thing, "Your home is in the old city? Do you know which road is closest to the processing plant?"
The little boy lying in his father's arms drooled almost onto his round belly.
He looked up with an innocent look on his face, "I know. It's not far from my house. I'll show my sister the way!"
"Get in the car." Ye Ping'an opened the car door.
The man held the child and sat on the passenger seat. The little boy's eyes rolled around as he directed the van to take the small roads, cross the alleys and intersections, and quickly drove into the thick fog.
As soon as Wang Xiaomei caught up with the car, she saw the familiar figure of her husband get in the car and drive away together.
not good!
"Stop!" Wang Xiaomei shouted desperately.
The van's windows were already rolled up, so they didn't hear anything. Wang Xiaomei was about to shout again when she sensed malicious gazes lingering from the surrounding buildings. She immediately forced a fierce expression and chased after him again, "How dare you steal my pig!?"
The little boy kept giving directions, and the man's eyes gradually moved towards Ye Ping'an who was concentrating on driving, and he responded stiffly and added a few words at the appropriate time.
The two, one big and one small, stared at her with greed, as if they wanted to get into her body, gut her, remove her bones, weigh out the flesh and blood, and sell it for a good price.
"Here, here! Almost there... slurp, almost there!" The little boy couldn't stop drooling.
They are very familiar with the road to Zhoukou. A few hundred meters ahead is the factory road where oil will be distributed.
Old Ji couldn't remember how many people he had tricked in. Some looked familiar, some unfamiliar, but it didn't matter, he was hungry.
He was not good at talking and lying, but fortunately his son was smart, so he only needed to act reliable to gain their trust. He moved from the alley to a house on the outskirts of the city, to a good house near the factory.
Who would doubt a poor, honest man with a family to support? Old Ji thought complacently that he could have a full meal again today.
Ye Ping'an frowned, making sure the kid didn't drool on the car.
She glanced at the road ahead and said, "Isn't that right? I see a big chimney at the right turn. It looks more like a crematorium or a factory."
"Because... slurp! We're home!" the little boy chuckled.
The father and son acted at the same time, cooperating with each other very well. One of them threw himself into Ye Ping'an's arms and hugged her, while the other swung a steel ruler and hit her on the head.
Boom——!
A strong wind suddenly blew past, causing a muffled sound.
Old Ji and his son saw nothing but a flash before their eyes, and then they were thrown over, their foreheads hit each other, and they collapsed limply on the passenger seat.
"Tsk, you skinny guys, you're still trying to rob others? There are so many fugitives and robbers in the old town."
Ye Pingan shook his head speechlessly and glanced at the little girl who was still sleeping. "Did you kidnap this child?"
The little boy was furious, "You didn't believe me?! Then why are you pretending!"
"What do you mean by believe it or not? Just show me the way. It's okay, at least the directions didn't lie to me and I didn't want to take a detour at the end."
Ye Pingan waved his hand nonchalantly, "I've seen a lot of naughty kids."
Little boy: ...
"Oh... I'm hungry, so hungry..." Old Ji made a strange wheezing sound in his throat and raised his head twitchingly.
He opened his mouth wide, and rotten flesh and blood overflowed from his mouth. His thin face seemed to be melting and rotting, with a greasy sheen and a strange fragrance wafting out.
Ye Ping'an was horrified and kicked open the passenger door, kicking the father and son out together.
"It stinks! Don't vomit in my car!"
"Ho-ho-ho..." Old Ji fell face-first to the ground, his arms and legs flailing uncontrollably, unable to stand up. The little boy was completely crushed by him, and with a thud, his body seemed to be a crushed insect cocoon, unable to crawl out.
Under the thin mist on the ground, the wheels arched out a layer of black mucus, and the black little hands grabbed the rotten flesh and blood, pulled out strands of flesh and blood from deep inside, and crawled back quickly and silently.
Seeing the father and son twitching madly on the ground, Ye Ping'an's mouth twitched, "If you couldn't rob them, you're going crazy and trying to scam people?"
Ye Pingan picked up the steel ruler and, with full force, struck one of them on the forehead. Both of them fainted, and the world fell silent in an instant.
"Not bad, not bad. Their hands are fine. There's no need to give them medicine."
Wang Xiaomei was running out of breath as she chased after the van. When she saw it stop, she immediately realized that her husband, who had become a man-eating devil, was trying to trick the driver into going home.
"Don't follow them!"
Wang Xiaomei didn't care about being exposed and shouted a warning. Before she finished speaking, she had already run to the van.
After seeing the situation under the car, Wang Xiaomei was stunned.
It was completely different from what she expected. It wasn't her husband who knocked the driver unconscious, but... the driver knocked her husband unconscious with a ruler and then tied them up with a rope? Who was the bad guy?
Look at the father and son lying on the ground, and then look at the woman who ran over to remind them but was frightened.
Ye Pingan looked innocent. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a qualified doctor. This is physical therapy. They got sick suddenly during the robbery, and I'm repaying evil with kindness!"
Wang Xiaomei: ...Ah?
Ye Ping'an tied up the father and son like pigs and took a photo.
Well, the police officers should give out bonuses for these inexplicable robbers, right?
Ye Ping'an stuffed the rag into Lao Ji's mouth to stop the foam from coming out.
Just as he stuffed it in, Ye Pingan noticed an exquisite gold necklace hanging around Old Ji's neck. "Oh, there's a gold chain too?"
Old Ji Hun Dun's eyes suddenly became ferocious. He stared at Ye Ping'an viciously, and a weak sound came from his throat.
Ye Pingan took off the gold necklace and said, "Okay, okay, I know you want to thank me. But I'm still busy. This will be your medical expenses. I appreciate your gratitude."
Old Ji:?
Wang Xiaomei: ???
Driver...why does he look like even more of a robber than a robber?
Ye Pingan turned his head and smiled at her, "Thank you for the reminder, is there anything else?"
Wang Xiaomei shrank back, not daring to look up at her. "I, I came to find my daughter..."
Her son had already committed cannibalism, and she only hoped that her daughter was still alive.
"Daughter...Oh, they kidnapped your child?" Ye Ping'an pointed to the passenger seat.
Wang Xiaomei's eyes suddenly lit up, and she hugged her frail daughter and cried with joy, "Yes, yes, thank you, thank you for saving her!"
The cold gazes from both sides of the street quickly disappeared as Old Ji and his son fell down.
Ye Pingan glanced over and vaguely saw the outlines of kitchen knives and sticks. "No wonder the police officers are so busy. So many thugs are crowded in the old city?"
Ye Pingan patted Wang Xiaomei and said, "That's the processing plant, right?"
Wang Xiaomei nodded subconsciously, "Yes. The oil shop and the factory are both in front, but..." No one can come out once they enter the factory.
"Thanks." Before he could finish, Ye Pingan stuffed the ruler into her hands and threw the father and son into the car. "I'm going to deliver the takeaway and will be out after I'm done. Do you want to come with me?"
go out?
Wang Xiaomei asked cautiously, as if she were listening to a story, "Out of... the state entrance?"
Ye Pingan was puzzled. "Leave the old city. Where else to go?"
Wang Xiaomei's palms were sweaty. After hesitating for only two seconds, she gritted her teeth and nodded, "I'll go with you! I'm very capable. I'm the company's housekeeping star! My daughter is also very smart..."
Having arrived at this "Zhoukou City" for no apparent reason, she had only heard of people entering, never leaving. Similarly, before the driver showed up, she had never seen anyone run over an ogre on the outskirts. Even if she couldn't leave, she hoped her daughter could.
Ye Pingan waved his hand to interrupt her, "Okay, get in the car if you want to go. I'm not here to check your household registration. Just remember to pay the fare."
Ye Ping'an turned around and went back to the car. The people in the buildings on both sides of the street finally saw that she was about to leave and began to get ready to leave.
Ye Pingan glanced around and shouted, "Make way! Make way! Those who are trying to make trouble, please make way. Don't cause trouble. My takeaway is about to expire!"
Residents: ...???
【Author’s words】
Small Theater:
"Zhoukou" residents: You are so cruel, you are actually here to deliver food? God damn, who brought her in?!
【Ghost Takeaway】: Stuck, don’t worry.
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