"If you're going to die, why be so reluctant to leave this wonderful world!"
The female ghost's long hair flowed freely, and her empty, dark eyes emitted a black light that was clearly visible even in the pitch-black night, chilling the soul.
"Oh……"
"I'm not reconciled... I'm only nineteen, I won't turn twenty until September... I got into a top university, my life... has only just begun..."
Unable to breathe, Jiang Fan trembled all over, his eyes rolling upwards uncontrollably, revealing large patches of white. Even so, Jiang Fan stubbornly used his remaining consciousness to control his eyelids, preventing them from opening.
He didn't want to die.
I don't want to die in this godforsaken place for no reason!
At first, Jiang Fan was thinking about other things, but as his consciousness gradually faded, only the three words "unwilling" remained in his mind. The inability to breathe for a long time had made Jiang Fan feel dizzy, and his limbs were gradually weakening. The thousands of pains he had experienced before were no longer a source of much pain for him.
"I'm not reconciled!"
"I'm not reconciled!!!"
Jiang Fan's veins bulged to their maximum. As his trembling hand moved unconsciously on the ground, he suddenly touched a sharp and hard object. This must be the stone he had picked up earlier.
Jiang Fan thought,
He suddenly wanted to laugh, but due to the weakness of his facial nerves, his face only twitched weakly twice. Apart from himself, probably no one else could recognize that it was a smile. Even the female ghost with the bloodthirsty smile was immersed in the excitement before the feast and did not notice.
"hiss--"
In the pitch-black night, on a mountain strewn with tombstones and burial mounds, a young man, unwilling to accept his fate, slowly but firmly pressed his palm against a sharp, dust-covered stone. When he lifted his hand, it was covered in blood.
"I told you."
"I'm not reconciled!!"
Using the last of his remaining strength, Jiang Fan swung his arm and slammed his blood-soaked hand against his neck. In fact, rather than slamming it, it was more like Jiang Fan dragged his arm up to his neck. This action had exhausted almost all of Jiang Fan's remaining strength.
"Sizzle!"
With a sudden, loud explosion, like water being poured into boiling oil, the black-eyed female ghost let out an extremely shrill scream. Her pale, slender hand seemed to be wiped away out of thin air, disappearing suddenly after being stained with Jiang Fan's scalding blood!
"call--"
The moment his neck was freed from its shackles, fresh air rushed into Jiang Fan's chest, then circulated throughout his limbs and bones. After the extremely brief dizziness in his head disappeared, Jiang Fan once again felt his own power!
A true escape from death!
Jiang Fan, his eyes bloodshot, looked up at the female ghost staring blankly at him. The female ghost seemed to have never encountered anyone risking their life like this before, so after encountering this situation, she just stood there staring blankly at him. The black light in her empty eye sockets also faded, and her right arm, which was missing a hand, was left with only half of its empty sleeve fluttering in the wind.
"Heh, you've never encountered something like this before, have you?"
Jiang Fan smiled.
"ah!"
The female ghost, realizing what was happening, looked at the man before her—his eyes were bloodshot, his veins still bulging, and he looked more like a ghost than she did. She screamed and turned to run away, but before she could even turn around, she felt a tremendous force wrap around her ankles, dragging her down from the air!
"Dare I even look at you? Right?"
Jiang Fan pulled the female ghost who had almost killed him down and said through gritted teeth.
The female ghost was overjoyed, thinking that the man had arrogantly opened his eyes and was about to use illusion magic to fight back, but she was devastated to find that the man had closed his eyes again after pulling her down!
"mean!"
The female ghost screamed in agony.
"I dare not."
Jiang Fan said.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the night sky, followed by a sudden downpour of wind and rain.
Silver snakes danced wildly in the mountaintop tomb complex, and Jiang Fan, his hands covered in blood, tore the female ghost into countless pieces.
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Chapter Five: A Turbulent World
The continuous rain that lasted all night seemed as if the heavens, disgusted by the dirt and grime of the land, had specially washed it clean with rainwater. By the next day, the sky was clear and blue, with white clouds dotting the sky like embellishments, creating a beautiful and pleasant scene of gentle breeze and sunshine.
At the foot of the mountain.
A winding stream stretches out into the distance, its end nowhere in sight.
From the air, the stream flowing among the mountains, appearing and disappearing in the distance, looks like a white ribbon winding around the verdant mountains, shimmering in the sunlight.
Along the riverbank, groups of two or three women would come to wash clothes, chatting and laughing. Groups of teenagers, shirtless, would jump into the river and play. The river was crystal clear, only a little over two zhang wide at its widest point, and only knee-deep at its deepest. So the women with their children were quite at ease letting their children play by the river, doing their work while chatting and laughing.
The stream turns,
After rounding a hill, the river flowed gently. This much narrower section of the river was far less bustling than the other side of the mountain. Only the sound of the rushing water could be heard. The fallen, rotten branches of the trees on the mountain made the banks look somewhat messy, and long snakes occasionally crawled across the damp soil, creating an eerie atmosphere.
"Splash..."
The sound of water being scooped up and then splashed back into the river could be heard. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a young man who looked somewhat disheveled but had an extraordinary, scholarly air squatting by the river, scooping up handfuls of water with both hands and methodically washing his face.