bestfiction Chapter 456
Chapter 456
"Ouch~ Ouch~ Ouch~" he cried out in pain, then Zhong Ming used a piece of meat to drink a sip of wine, silencing him.
He rubbed his buttocks while chewing heartily, probably thinking about how to get more benefits from Zhong Ming, but his body moved backward in fear.
"Come on, tell me, what is it like to be killed by a ghost?"
"My lord, my lord..." Zhong Ming waved another piece of roasted meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat in his hand.
The homeless man was very hungry. The few bites of meat he had just eaten had really whetted his appetite, and his stomach was growling uncontrollably. Without any hesitation, he approached the man and answered his questions.
"Sir, I'll tell you everything. Those people died horribly. Their bodies were deathly pale, their skin was thinner than paper, and their blood vessels were black and very visible, as if they would burst if touched. Their eyes were gushing blood, but... that's about it."
He moved closer to Zhong Ming, opening his mouth and wagging his tail like a dog begging for food.
Hunger can make people lose their dignity. He was lucky; at least Zhong Ming gave him some food.
Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch, something Zhong Ming learned when he left his hometown.
"Eat."
Zhong Ming watched him wolf down his food, licking his fingers without a care for his image, savoring every drop of the meat juice.
"Ok?"
"Okay, big... ah~~"
Zhong Ming raised his hand and threw him out of the village.
He howled like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered during the New Year. The moment he flew out of the village, all the muscles in his body began to spasm, his eyes rolled back, and he could no longer speak clearly.
"No...go back, go back!"
He used all four limbs, desperately trying to crawl back to the village. Zhong Ming raised an eyebrow; at the same time, Xuan Jing had already jumped outside the town.
The man's crawling posture was close to the limits of human endurance, and it looked extremely horrifying. After entering the territory of Hongzhen, his mind gradually cleared up, and he clutched his wounds and shouted, "Sir, sir... don't throw me away."
"You want me not to throw you away? Fine, tell me, why did you crawl back here like a madman? What did you feel after you left the town?"
"Sir, I'm scared. I don't dare leave the town. I've never left the town before. As soon as I go out, my whole body feels like it's on fire. It burns from my skin to my internal organs. I really can't take it. I really can't stand it."
Xuanjing and Zhongming exchanged a glance and carefully examined the dilapidated wooden fence, calling it a "wall".
"Is it a formation?"
"I should be. I can still come and go as I please."
“If something happens to you outside, we can’t both be trapped. Let’s see if there are any clues around. I wonder if Dahai and Brother Yue have arrived yet.”
The two chatted away, completely ignoring the homeless man who kept curling up.
Xuan Jing began to wander around the perimeter, looking for clues about the array's core or the person who set it up, while Zhong Ming prepared to go further inside.
"Ah."
Before leaving, Zhong Ming glanced at him one last time and thought he seemed to have gotten a little thinner.
"Hey, are you alright? Want to eat something else?"
The homeless man's body trembled continuously, and he didn't speak until Zhong Ming touched him with his rough, large hand, at which point he turned his head.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me... Who are you, who are you?"
"???" Zhong Ming was a little confused. This... did throwing it damage his brain? "Are you alright?"
"I...I have to go back to the paper mill, I have to go back." He suddenly stood up and started running frantically, heading deeper into the town.
Zhong Ming felt something was off. He really wanted to follow and find out what was going on, but the man was rushing too fast and too deep. He felt that in this situation, rushing too deep was not a wise choice.
He decided to wander around the perimeter a bit more.
He began walking along the wooden fence at the edge of Hongzhen, sometimes jumping back and forth to make sure he could pass, and sometimes hiding behind piles of goods to quietly observe the situation inside the town.
Some people inside are living normal lives, but they are also suspicious and paranoid. Unlike normal people who are afraid and hide at home, they hide outside.
Some lay on the main road, some leaned against the wall, and none dared to go into their homes.
Zhong Ming hesitated for a moment, then stood on the edge of Hongzhen, found a gap in the wooden fence, half his body inside and half outside, carrying the Late Spring Cold. Of course, the main thing was to take out the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" and hold it against his chest, and then take out the wine pot and wine cup.
"Come on, this can't go on like this. Let me see what kind of demons and monsters are going on."
He poured the spirit wine into a wine glass, placed the shallow glass on the ground, waited for the water to calm down, took a deep breath, and suddenly peered forward.
It's normal, it's just his shadow, nothing happened.
'Perhaps it's too little?' Zhong Ming added some more spirit wine, but there was still no reaction.
'Hmm, you can't use spirit wine to test it; you should use ordinary water.'
He poured the wine back into the wine jug, and then tried it with water, but there was still no reaction.
'Something's not right.' He glanced at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. 'Could it be that it's been suppressed by the Spirit Retirement Home?' So, he pulled the Cold Strike further and further away, and finally gritted his teeth and put it into his storage bag, but there was still no reaction.
I stepped into Hongzhen and tried again, but there was still nothing unusual.
He casually sprinkled the water on the ground, walked a little further away, secretly observed for a while, and, confirming that nothing was wrong, stood up in confusion.
'Let's ask a few more locals.'
He started walking towards the interior of Hongzhen. He passed a small vendor and randomly picked up a water vat from them to see if local water was necessary. However, the vendor had already emptied the water from the vat out of fear.
"Isn't it supposed to be haunted? Why is it so hard to see a ghost?!"
Zhong Ming roared in dissatisfaction and walked towards the person lying outside.
"You, get up!"
The man was fast asleep when suddenly someone pulled him up. Terrified, he screamed, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me... I don't want to die..."
Zhong Ming shook him angrily a few times, staring into his eyes, his aura rising steadily, the overwhelming pressure almost making him hold back his tears.
"I'm a ghost hunter from out of town. I've heard there are ghosts here. Take me to see them."
"A ghost hunter? Can he really catch ghosts? No, no, no, I'm not taking you. You have to go by yourself. I'm not taking you!"
"Where is the ghost? Tell me, where is the ghost!"
“Mirror…” he answered weakly, only to be met with an even angrier interrogation from Zhong Ming.
"I know it's in the mirror, which mirror? Where's the nearest mirror?"
“Every mirror is like that. There, there’s a bronze mirror in the room.”
Zhong Ming stormed into the room he had mentioned and saw the bronze mirror. To be honest, he was a little scared at the time, but when he looked in the mirror and everything was still normal, he simply moved the mirror out.
"Bang!" The mirror fell onto the street.