DDT - Chapter 79
Chapter 79: Female Ghost × Little Pitiful One (9)
The temperature inside the old building was extremely low, as if it were about to freeze over. However, the few humans in Room 302 didn't notice this unusual cold. Yi Shuhan was tense, while the people lurking in the dark were trembling with excitement and anticipation.
"Welcome, my little cutie, to this paradise on earth!" A familiar voice rang out from a corner of the darkness. Yi Shuhan's memory was fine; she immediately recognized it as the Yellow-haired Man's voice. As she suspected, this was a trap he had set for her!
Yi Shuhan took two steps back, her back pressing against the wall. Chi Junluo floated over to her side, shielding her.
"Heh heh heh…" A strange, sinister laugh echoed from the corner of the room.
"Little bitch, didn't expect this, did you? I've got money and power. If I want a girl, she has no choice but to obey." A clanking sound came from the Yellow-haired Man's corner, as if he were fiddling with something.
With a click, the lights in Room 302 suddenly switched on. The blinding white light flared, and Yi Shuhan couldn't help but squint. A few seconds later, after rubbing her eyes, she slowly adjusted to the abrupt change from darkness to light.
It was a spacious, empty room, clearly cleaned out on purpose. On the north wall hung a huge black net, from which dangled all sorts of miscellaneous items.
There were ropes of varying thickness, rolls of light-colored silk thread, leather whips of different styles, some strange-looking clothes, and various cylindrical objects of all sizes, plus a few other items she couldn't name.
This was all Yi Shuhan could identify; she didn't recognize the rest of the jumbled mess.
Even though she didn't know what those things were for, a strong sense of crisis rose in her heart. Whatever they were, they certainly weren't for anything good!
Chi Junluo was different. Having lived for so long in a world with a developed internet, and as an adult, she already knew what she was supposed to know, and had learned what she wasn't supposed to know from the chaotic web. This Yellow-haired Man was actually into BDSM. Looking at the wall full of whips and the dazzling array of sex toys, Chi Junluo's mouth twitched.
"Yi Shuhan, do you like it? Are you surprised?" The Yellow-haired Man smirked wickedly. "These are all goodies that big brother specially prepared for you. You'll definitely fall in love with them!" As he spoke, he took down a very thick rope. It was long, and he wound it coil by coil around his hand.
Hearing her name come from the Yellow-haired Man's mouth, Yi Shuhan's face darkened.
As if he didn't see her foul expression, the Yellow-haired Man continued, "Be good, stay right there and don't move. Big brother is coming over to teach you the art of bondage!"
The Yellow-haired Man lifted his foot and started walking toward Yi Shuhan.
Yi Shuhan nervously shuffled toward another corner.
With a crackle, the several lights on the ceiling buzzed in unison and then flickered.
The Yellow-haired Man was startled. He stopped in his tracks with a strange look on his face and glanced up at the intact light bulbs, muttering to himself, "The voltage in the Third Hospital is pretty unstable. The lights are always flickering." He seemed to remember something and nervously looked behind Yi Shuhan. Seeing nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to mumble, "Huzi just installed the bulbs in this room yesterday. They should be fine."
As the Yellow-haired Man stood there muttering to himself, he completely failed to notice the water seeping in from the crack under the back door of Room 302, not far behind him. In the air behind him, water was constantly dripping onto the floor.
The Yellow-haired Man lifted his foot and took another step forward. The crackling sound returned, and the bulbs flickered a few more times, plunging the room into alternating light and shadow.
The Yellow-haired Man swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Yi Shuhan, who was standing warily with her back to a corner on the other side of the room. Her small, delicate body faintly filled out the patient gown, and the subtle outline of her figure was enough to set one's imagination racing.
No longer paying attention to the flickering lights above, the Yellow-haired Man deliberately slowed his pace. Room 302 alternated between bright and dark. With a pop, the puddle of water near the back door, where he had initially been standing, began to spread forward. The light bulb directly above it shattered with a crisp sound, and the corner by the back door was plunged into complete darkness.
Ever since entering this building, Chi Junluo had felt a powerful Ghost Qi emanating from her spectral body, something she had never noticed before. This Ghost Qi was, after all, a legitimate presence in this world, and it was easier to command than the Power of the Heavenly Dao.
For instance, when she had scared the Yellow-haired Man in the bathroom earlier, she had to meticulously manipulate the Power of the Heavenly Dao to disrupt the electrical circuit. It was delicate work. Now, it wasn't so troublesome. She only needed to release her Ghost Qi, and wherever it went, the light bulbs would flicker.
It was like the difference between a manual and an automatic transmission; of course, the automatic was more convenient.
Chi Junluo simply retracted the Power of the Heavenly Dao and let her Ghost Qi roam freely throughout the room.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, but the old building felt like another world, another dimension.
A wave of yin-cold energy swept through Room 302. Chi Junluo's Ghost Qi stirred up a vortex, and unbeknownst to the humans and ghosts inside, the arrival of these few uninvited guests caused every nook and cranny of the old building to stir restlessly.
Dozens of black and white shadows emerged from inconspicuous places. Strange, gecko-like things clung to the ceiling. This horde of entities began to move slowly through the old building, creeping toward Room 302.
The Yellow-haired Man, of course, knew none of this. His mind was currently full of filth. Having seen countless films of that sort, he had continuously extended his demonic claws toward innocent women. At first, he had acted randomly, causing a lot of trouble and getting disciplined by his father a few times. Later, he got smarter. He started working with a few of his cronies to stake out and target women who were working or studying alone and renting apartments, especially those with simple social circles.
Their crimes were covert, their actions swift, and their movements erratic. Before disposing of a body, they would meticulously clean it of any potential forensic evidence. Furthermore, the victims were often people who wouldn't be proactively contacted for months, so their families or friends would only notice something was wrong much later. By then, it was too late; the Yellow-haired Man and his accomplices had already moved on to their next target.
The fact that he dared to openly target Yi Shuhan at Chang City Third Hospital this time was not without preparation. On the contrary, he had long ago used sweet talk to pry basic information about Yi Shuhan from various nurses. A few days ago, he had Uncle Wang investigate her background, learning that her family was poor and that she was from a dysfunctional blended family. She was the perfect target!
After bribing someone at the hospital, he easily lured Yi Shuhan to the paradise he had prepared. After that last incident, he hadn't had any action in a long time. He didn't want to endure it any longer, and he didn't have to. Today, he was going to let himself go completely!
The Yellow-haired Man continued to advance with a lecherous grin. After he passed under the second set of lights, the trail of water behind him dripped and extended forward. With a few crisp pops, the second set of bulbs also shattered, and a wisp of blue smoke rose from the filaments.
The back half of Room 302 was now unlit and dark. The Yellow-haired Man didn't notice anything amiss, but in the dim light behind him, Yi Shuhan and Chi Junluo could see the silhouette of a woman.
Influenced by the vortex of Chi Junluo's Ghost Qi, all the yin energy in the old building began to converge on Room 302. Under the thick yin energy, the vengeful ghosts were able to manifest.
The woman behind the Yellow-haired Man had long, dripping wet hair, tangled with what looked like green, rotting seaweed. A filthy liquid dripped incessantly from her head as if a valve had been opened. Beneath her hair, a face that was pale, swollen, wrinkled, and peeling from being soaked in water was faintly visible. Her clothes were unrecognizable, and her exposed arms were a deathly gray and bloated. Her feet were not visible; she seemed to be floating in the air, about thirty centimeters off the ground.
Yi Shuhan was shocked. This female ghost was utterly hideous!
So ugly it made her feel a little nauseous. Compared to her Chi Chi, this ghost was like the difference between mud and clouds.
Yi Shuhan's eyes widened as she stared at the space behind the Yellow-haired Man. He felt a chill run down his spine, making his hair stand on end. There were only the two of them in this room, so why did this damn girl look like she'd seen a ghost?
"Hmph, trying to pull the same trick again, are you?! Last time I was just too tired and not fully awake, so I got scared by my own imagination. I must have watched too many ghost movies," the Yellow-haired Man said, trying to bolster his own courage. "I've got a few lives on my hands, too. If ghosts really existed, they would've come for me long ago. I'm a man, full of yang energy. I'm not afraid of this imaginary crap!"
"Heh heh heh, just wait for big brother to make you feel good…"
The Yellow-haired Man felt his back grow colder and colder, his clothes sticking to his skin.
Strange, why is it so cold? he muttered. He gave Yi Shuhan a lecherous once-over. He'd have to take his clothes off sooner or later anyway, might as well get rid of this annoying gown now. With that thought, he freed one hand to unbutton his patient gown. He shivered as he pulled it off, but the sleeve on the arm holding the rope was still on. He switched hands to finish taking it off and then froze.
The entire back of the pristine white patient gown was covered in dark green water stains, still dripping steadily. The Yellow-haired Man's face went pale, and the hand holding the gown began to tremble slightly. His neck felt stiff as he tried to turn around. Due to his extreme tension, his vertebrae made a cracking sound.
Before he could turn his head, he felt something wet and sticky drip onto his head and shoulders. Recalling Yi Shuhan's shocked expression from a moment ago, his heart began to pound violently. Behind him… there was definitely something behind him!
His body was so tense that all his muscles were taut. He clutched the gown tightly in his hand. The dripping grew more frequent. He saw streaks of filthy liquid running down his bare torso, seeming to emit a foul, rotten stench.
Mustering all his strength, the Yellow-haired Man spun around abruptly and came face to face with a horrifyingly bloated face, clearly one that had been soaked in water. Its two eyes were enveloped by white, puffy flesh that looked ready to fall off, leaving only a narrow slit. Its nose was crookedly perched on a pile of wrinkled flesh, and the two lips on its mouth were so rotten they looked like they were about to fall off. The slit of its mouth moved slightly, and a hoarse, strange female voice drifted out, "Heh heh heh… Yang energy… delicious yang energy… heh heh heh… I'm going to suck you dry…"
The Yellow-haired Man's eyes bulged. The sudden appearance of this terrifying, bloated face so close to his own scared him stiff. Intense fear robbed him of control over his body. He could clearly hear the chattering of his own bones and the sound of blood rushing in his head as his heart pumped furiously. The veins at his temples throbbed painfully.
His mouth hung wide open, wanting to scream, but he was too terrified to make a sound. "Hah… hah… hah…"
The Yellow-haired Man gasped for breath. Seeing his open mouth, the disgusting face actually lowered itself, and that face with its two dangling flaps of flesh moved toward his slightly open mouth.
The Yellow-haired Man's pupils contracted violently. An indescribably bitter gas drifted into his mouth, and he thought he felt something like a raw pig's tongue moving around.
Being well-versed in the art of lovemaking, he immediately knew what it was. His mind exploded. Unable to withstand such a horrifying shock and fright, his whole body began to tremble. He was so scared he pissed himself. A scalding hot stream gushed down, and the steaming urine flowing down his cold legs reactivated his uncontrolled body. He scrambled backward, his left foot tripping over his right, and he lost his balance, falling hard on his backside.
Seeing the Yellow-haired Man scramble away, the female ghost's long, purplish-black tongue lolled out of her mouth. When he saw it, the Yellow-haired Man could finally let out a full-throated scream, "Ahhhhh!!!"
"Blech!" The long scream temporarily eased his extreme terror, but then he clutched his own throat and began to dry-heave on the ground, spitting repeatedly.
When he saw that he was spitting up green liquid, the Yellow-haired Man had another breakdown. "Ahhh! Fuck your mother! Ah! What the fuck kind of pervert are you! Blech!"
The female ghost floated in mid-air, looking somewhat at a loss. She even reached up to touch her own mouth and tongue. For some reason, she looked dejected and wronged…
Having witnessed the entire event, Chi Junluo and Yi Shuhan stood hand in hand in the corner, not knowing what to say. Yi Shuhan carefully examined the seaweed ghost's terrifying and grotesque appearance, then thought of Chi Junluo's beautiful face. She couldn't help but turn her head. Although she couldn't see Chi Junluo's form clearly—only a blurry, ethereal shadow in the light—her gaze was firm. "Chi Chi, you're so beautiful."
Chi Junluo: ???
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