Ghost Stories

Chapter 48

Feng Xing pushed the corpse he was holding aside, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and washed off the blood. He put on his clothes and went out. As for the corpse, he'd just let it rot; he didn't have time to do that.

He had taken a few steps outside when the phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the number and answered, "Hello!"

A deep voice said from the other end: "Yang Shaoxin has run away!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xing exclaimed in shock, "What? Yang Shaoxin ran away?"

The voice on the other end said, "Yes!"

Feng Xing said angrily, "Damn it, does this kid have a death wish?"

The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Don't worry, he can't escape my grasp!"

Feng Xing hurriedly asked, "Where is he? If I find him, I'll chew him up and drink him with my wine!"

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "You're always in such a hurry. He's here..." Then he gave an address and said, "Go there now, that guy's leisurely drinking!"

Feng Xing grinned maliciously and said, "Okay, I got it. I'll make him regret ever being born!"

The man said, "I've found him. Bring him to me!"

Feng Xing said, "Okay, let's give him a big surprise!"

After hanging up the phone, Fengxing's figure disappeared into the twilight streetlights. The dim, yellow sky pressed heavily over the city, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Yang Shaoxin was drinking his second bottle of beer. After finishing this bottle, he would be leaving the city he had worked so hard for for more than 20 years. Although he was a little reluctant, he felt it was time to start living a different life. Being led by the nose all the time was not his style.

Footsteps sounded outside the shop, and the cotton curtain was lifted, letting in a gust of cold wind. Yang Shaoxin had his back to the door, and he didn't bother to turn around; anyway, no one in this secluded little shop knew him.

But the footsteps were heading straight for him, and Yang Shaoxin suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. A hand patted his shoulder, and a very magnetic voice said, "How leisurely you are, Yang Da 'Master of Gold,' actually drinking here. I wonder if I'll get a share?"

Yang Shaoxin turned his stiff neck back and saw a face he really didn't want to see—it was Feng Xing.

He forced a smile and said, "Come, sit down and have a drink with me!"

Feng Xing sat down and looked at him with a smile, saying, "Although you say you welcome me, you probably just want me to leave as soon as possible. Look, you're sweating even in this cold weather!"

Yang Shaoxin's facial muscles twitched twice as he said, "No, no, how could I not welcome you?"

Feng Xing looked into Yang Shaoxin's eyes, his gaze turning icy, and said, "Come with me, Mr. Yang, someone really wants to see you!"

Yang Shaoxin knew he was finished. At this point, he became calm and said, "Fine, since things have come to this, I have nothing more to say. I'll drink this and then I'll go with you!"

Feng Xing gestured for him to proceed. Yang Shaoxin remained silent, tilted his head back, and gulped down the rest of the wine in one go, exclaiming, "That was satisfying!" He then slammed the bottle down on the table with a loud "bang" and shouted, "Waiter, the bill!"

The waiter came over, calculated the bill, and said, "That'll be thirty-one yuan in total!"

After settling the bill, Yang Shaoxin gave Feng Xing a bitter smile and said, "Let's go!"

Feng Xing stood up and walked towards the door, with Yang Shaoxin following behind, his face ashen. Once outside the shop, Yang Shaoxin suddenly took off running. Although the chances were slim, he decided to give it a shot; how would he know if he didn't try? Maybe he could escape.

But this sliver of hope was shattered in less than three seconds. Yang Shaoxin had barely run twenty meters when he felt a shadow whiz past him, and he nearly crashed into someone. That person was none other than Feng Xing, grinning maliciously.

Feng Xing said in a vicious voice, "If you run, I'll break both your legs. I don't mind dragging you to see that person, understand?"

Yang Shaoxin's hopes were completely dashed. In despair, he asked, "Who are you taking me to see?"

Feng Xing gave a sarcastic laugh and said, "'The Inheritor'!"

Seeing Yang Shaoxin's face grow increasingly grim, Feng Xing laughed loudly, "Isn't that what you've always wanted to see? Today you'll definitely see his true colors, I guarantee it!"

Yang Shaoxin had no choice but to obediently follow Feng Xing through the city's streets and alleys, and soon he felt dizzy. Feng Xing always chose to take the back roads, many of which were unknown to him even after living there for over twenty years. He couldn't even recognize them, let alone remember them.

After walking for more than half an hour, Feng Xing stopped at the entrance of a small courtyard and knocked on the door a few times. A voice from inside said, "Come in!"

After the two entered the courtyard, they pushed open the door. A person was comfortably reading a book in a recliner near the stove. Hearing them enter, the person said without turning around, "You've come."

Feng Xing grabbed Yang Shaoxin by the collar and said to the man, "I brought him here!"

The man didn't turn around, and said, "Very good!"

Feng Xing slammed Yang Shaoxin to the ground and said to the man, "What should we do with him?"

The man chuckled twice and said, "Haven't he always wanted to know what I really look like? Let him see!"

Yang Shaoxin's heart suddenly raced. Every time he faced this mysterious "inheritor," his heart would beat abnormally fast! Who exactly is this person?

The man stood up from his chair, slowly turned around, smiled at Yang Shaoxin, and said, "Well, now you see clearly!"

When the man turned around, Yang Shaoxin exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

The man nodded and said, "Of course it's me!"

Now Yang Shaoxin finally understood why he could find himself whenever he wanted, no matter where he was. He also understood why he always felt a sense of familiarity whenever he saw this mysterious "inheritor."

Book 3, Ghostly Chapter 52: Crisis (5)

Yang Shaoxin trembled uncontrollably, not from fear but from rage. He had been used as a pawn from the very beginning. He was so angry he could barely speak, pointing at the man and shouting, "You! You think I, Yang Shaoxin, have been played like a puppet? I must have been blind!"

The man laughed heartily and said, "Why get so angry? Anger is bad for your health!" With that, he picked up the gaiwan teacup on the table, gently stirred the tea leaves with the lid, took a sip, and said, "Good tea!" Then he casually put the teacup back on the table and said, "Would you like a cup?"

Yang Shaoxin was so angry he was practically fuming. He had no appetite for tea anymore and said curtly, "I don't need your fake kindness. Who knows what's in your tea!"

The man chuckled softly, not at all angry, and said, "Brother Yang."

Yang Shaoxin interrupted him with a cold laugh and said, "Thanks, but I'm not worthy of a brother like you! Just say what you have to say, no need to beat around the bush!"

The man, still wearing that smiling expression, said, "I've treated you well, so why did you betray us? Didn't I give you enough money? Wasn't your status high enough?"

Yang Shaoxin laughed and said, "Money? You want to take back the money I worked so hard to earn? In the end, all my hard work will be for nothing, and I'll become a damn Yang Bailao!"

The man didn't argue, saying, "You're 'Master of Gold,' right? In the organization, you're second only to Fengxing. Aren't you satisfied?"

Yang Shaoxin roared in fury, "'Gold Master'? What the hell are you talking about? You guys are a bottomless pit, and I'm just here to fill it. You have way more money than me, so why don't you become that damn 'Gold Master'? It's all my fault for believing you guys and being obsessed with longevity. Now I'm long, but thin. What's the point of living that long? You've taken all my money. Am I supposed to beg? Have you ever seen an old man begging for food? You talk about being the number two in the organization? You can count the people in this organization on your fingers. There are only eight people in total. What use am I as the number two?" At this point, Yang Shaoxin had already gone all out. Since he figured he wouldn't live much longer anyway, he decided to curse to his heart's content, finally letting out all the words that had been building up inside him.

The man, with his hands behind his back, said, "So you're very dissatisfied with us?"

Yang Shaoxin roared, "Full? Full my ass! I've finally seen through you all! You're all ruthless bastards who eat people alive! I was blind to have boarded your pirate ship!"

The man laughed loudly and said, "You were right, we're all ruthless people who eat people without spitting out the bones!" Then his expression suddenly changed and he said to Feng Xing, "Since he wants to die, I'll grant his wish. I'll make you lunch. Don't let him die a quick and painless death. Trying to betray me? Not so easy!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Shaoxin was both shocked and furious. He knew all too well the cruelty of "Heavenly Ghost"—they would bite to death bit by bit. He immediately cursed, "You're not human, you beast! If you're so capable, give me a quick death! Don't torture me like this, you bastard!"

He was about to curse again when Feng Xing grabbed his hair and slammed him onto the table. The man came over and patted Yang Shaoxin's face, saying, "I'm not human to begin with. Who told you that a 'successor' is human?"

Yang Shaoxin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He had unknowingly helped this inhuman creature for so long. However, he was no pushover, and he wasn't about to surrender so easily. He was a man of some skill.

As the man's face drew close, he spat in his face. Enraged, the man slapped him across the face. Feng Xing, grabbing Yang Shaoxin, forcibly pulled him off the table. Yang Shaoxin struggled forward, leaving Feng Xing with only a few strands of hair in his hand.

Yang Shaoxin rolled on the spot, shook his hand, and shouted, "Break!" A beam of yellow light mixed with cold light shot out and went straight for Feng Xing.

Feng Xing hadn't expected this move. Seeing the beam of light shooting towards him, he hurriedly dodged, but it was too late. He immediately felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and saw that a dagger was stuck there, with a talisman attached to it. Feng Xing reached out to pull it out, but the "Inheritor" shouted, "Don't move!" But it was too late; Feng Xing had already grabbed the dagger.

Yang Shaoxin, rolling on the ground, wasn't idle either. He knew that under normal circumstances, the "Inheritor" wouldn't fall for his sneak attacks, so he targeted Feng Xing first. After his successful strike, the "Inheritor" was thrown into disarray, his expression panicked. He didn't understand why the "Inheritor" was so concerned about Feng Xing's injuries. But how could he let such a golden opportunity slip by? He straightened up and pulled out another dagger. When he decided to leave the organization, he had already prepared for a fierce battle with them one day, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.

The dagger also had a talisman attached. He plunged it into the "Inheritor's" back, and a surge of joy filled him—he had succeeded. But then he realized he had underestimated the "Inheritor." Although the dagger had penetrated only an inch, it wouldn't go any further. Immediately afterward, the man's back jerked, and Yang Shaoxin felt a powerful force surge through him, his body flying uncontrollably backward. He crashed into the wall, then slammed heavily onto the coffee table, losing consciousness.

The talisman on the dagger was actually a genuine Taoist "exorcising talisman." The moment Feng Xing grasped the dagger, he felt a fiery heat coursing through his body, which he couldn't control. This heat collided with the evil energy within him, instantly creating a storm within his body. Feng Xing endured the excruciating pain, shouted, pulled out the dagger, and threw it to the ground. He swayed a few times, staggered, and fell backward.

The "Inheritor" was shocked and rushed over to support Feng Xing, only to find that Feng Xing's evil aura was being devoured by the fiery heat. He immediately gathered his strength and patted Feng Xing's chest three times. Feng Xing coughed a few times, opened his mouth, and a burst of red energy shot out, followed by a mouthful of green blood.

The "inheritor" finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.

Book 3, Ghostly Chapter 53: Crisis (6)

Enraged by Yang Shaoxin's actions, Feng Xing, whose arm was still severely injured and almost immobile, stepped on Yang Shaoxin, who was lying unconscious on the ground. He then grabbed Yang Shaoxin's arm and yanked it off. Yang Shaoxin roared in pain, letting out a shrill scream, before passing out again.

Seeing Yang Shaoxin bleeding profusely, Feng Xing snorted coldly and began chewing on the severed arm. The "inheritor" beside him rubbed his aching back; although the knife hadn't injured him, the talisman on it was a genuine Taoist talisman, which had charred his vest black. He glared hatefully at Yang Shaoxin, picked up a teacup from the table, and splashed the entire cup of tea onto Yang Shaoxin's face.

Yang Shaoxin was jolted awake by the spilled tea. Upon waking, he felt an excruciating pain in his right hand, almost suffocating him. He looked down and saw his right hand had been ripped off by the roots. Feng Xing was glaring at him viciously, chewing on his hand. He endured the pain, but the blood continued to flow, and soon his head spun and his breathing became rapid. Knowing he was going to die anyway, he gave a dry laugh and said, "What a pity, what a pity. It doesn't matter if I die, what's a pity I didn't discover you, this beast in human form, sooner!"

The "Successor" chuckled evilly and said, "Go in peace. It's not too late to get to know me now!"

Yang Shaoxin sighed and said, "It's a pity I can't see those two young men deal with you!"

The "inheritor" laughed and said, "Then you'll regret it. Those two will be mine sooner or later. Two people with such high spiritual power, plus a female ghost who already has a 'ghost body', after absorbing their spiritual power, my abilities will be greatly enhanced!"

Yang Shaoxin's expression darkened, and he said, "You really are a cunning old fox. I have nothing to say if I die at your hands, but those two little guys might not be as easy to deal with as you think!"

The "inheritor" laughed loudly, "Then you don't need to worry about it!"

Yang Shaoxin laughed and said, "Then I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

The "inheritor" said, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. As long as the 'Heavenly Ghost' lineage continues, I will not die!"

Yang Shaoxin's voice grew weaker and weaker as he said, "So you were still doing it for yourself. No wonder you were so dedicated to finding the 'Heavenly Ghost'. It was all for..." At this point, Yang Shaoxin stopped breathing due to excessive blood loss.

Feng Xing, who was standing nearby, had already devoured the arm clean. He was still licking the meat off the bone with lingering satisfaction, then tossed the bone aside, licked his lips, and said, "What a pity, this guy died like that. I wasn't even full yet! Damn it, he got off easy!"

The "inheritor" was also furious. He stepped forward and kicked Yang Shaoxin on the head several times, smashing his head to pieces. He said, "You don't know how shameless you are! You dare to betray me!"

Feng Xing said, "Alright, let's get out of here quickly, lest things get complicated!"

The "inheritor" nodded, found a candle, lit it, and then turned on the gas in the kitchen. The two quickly left the detached bungalow. They hadn't gone far when they heard a soft explosion. Looking back, the sky was already red with fire; such a fire would burn the house to the ground without leaving a trace.

Lin Feng and Qi Qi arrived at Gravity Group early in the morning, but the usually diligent General Manager Wang didn't arrive at the company until ten o'clock today. Seeing General Manager Wang's tired face, Qi Qi asked, "General Manager Wang? What's wrong? Didn't you get enough rest?"

Mr. Wang exclaimed, "Ah!" and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Lin Feng patted President Wang on the back and said, "Don't work so hard, you can never earn all the money in the world!"

When Lin Feng slapped Mr. Wang, his facial muscles twitched a few times, making him look a little pained. Lin Feng asked, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Mr. Wang smiled and said, "No, I accidentally bumped into the door frame last night at home!"

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Be careful. Yang Shaoxin has already run away. I don't think he'll dare to come back. We're planning to leave. Besides, it's almost New Year's, and I need to go home and buy some New Year's goods!"

Mr. Wang pulled out a card and said, "You've helped me for so long, I know you won't accept the money. Go to the supermarket downstairs and call Xiao Jie Jie, Li Ming Sheng, and that ghost Xiao Xue. Buy whatever you want, and pay with my card!"

Lin Feng quickly declined, saying, "That won't do."

Before he could finish speaking, Boss Wang had already shoved the card into Lin Feng's pocket, saying, "Take it. Otherwise, you look down on me, don't you?"

Lin Feng hurriedly said, "No, no, how could that be!"

Mr. Wang smiled with satisfaction: "That's good then. Since you think so highly of me, please take the card!"

Lin Feng reluctantly put the card away and said, "Thanks then."

Mr. Wang waved his hand to interrupt Lin Feng, saying, "Don't say 'thank you' to me again. You've saved my life time and time again; that money can't buy it!"

Lin Feng knew that refusing or being polite was useless, so he said, "Alright then, Mr. Wang, please take care of yourself. We'll be going now if there's nothing else. Just give me or Qiqi a call if you need anything!"

Mr. Wang nodded repeatedly and said, "Definitely, definitely!" Then he accompanied Lin Feng and Qi Qi out and saw them off to the elevator before going back.

In the elevator, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This matter is finally over. I don't think Yang Shaoxin will show up again. He took all the money with him. I think he's planning to run away!"

Qiqi nodded and said, "I agree, but I think things aren't over yet. After knowing him for so long, what do you think of Mr. Wang?"