How is the player a Ghost King? You are simply this world…
“Me?” Mu Li pointed at himself.
“Yes, I almost thought I was seeing things.” The mortician stood up.
“You are the ultimate appearance of that child in my mind. Who created you? You are simply the most perfect piece of art in this world!”
“What on earth?” Mu Li’s face was full of question marks.
“I sincerely invite you to join my hunting ground.” The mortician reached out his hand to the teenager.
“What hunting ground?” Mu Li frowned.
“They sacrificed the lives of others for their own sake. Those who kill are evil people, and evil people turn into evil ghosts after they die.” The mortician spread his arms toward the passengers all over the platform, looking extremely excited.
“So many evil ghosts are what that child loves to eat. Now, I am willing to share them with you.”
Hearing this, Mu Li remembered.
At that time, the conductor’s button was clearly the real one, yet he was so eager to have the passengers press the button on the door.
Feng Yi also understood, and the look he cast at the mortician was filled with deep abhorrence.
“So you have always been using the ghost train to create evil ghosts!”
Pei Kanyan, however, detected unusual information hidden in the mortician’s words. He looked at Mu Li with a trace of puzzlement.
Why did he say Mu Li was raised on eating evil ghosts? Why did he say he was the ultimate appearance of that unborn child?
Mu Li saw Feng Yi staring angrily at the mortician, his hand in his pocket clenched tightly at the man, yet the mortician was not restrained.
It seemed Feng Yi had consumed too much physical energy and hadn’t recovered yet. He needed to buy him some time.
Mu Li asked the mortician, “That proposal sounds pretty good. Then how do you prove your sincerity?”
“Prove it?” The mortician thought for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the conductor by his feet and said to the teenager.
The passengers in the back moved aside, and only then did they clearly see the train behind them.
The entire train was tightly wrapped by that huge monster, its skin still twitching and bulging.
The train door opened, and standing between the platform and the train gap were rows of sharp teeth, followed by bottomless darkness inside.
“This conductor is gone, and you will be the new conductor. Is that enough to prove my sincerity?” The mortician made a gesture as if to throw the man inside.
Seeing this scene, the conductor was frightened out of his wits. He wailed in terror at the mortician, “What are you doing? I have done so much for you, you cannot treat me like this!”
“Do not blame me.” The mortician curled his lips into a cold smile.
With panic written all over his face, the conductor could only say to the teenager, “You guys, did you not want to know who the murderer of the pregnant woman was? It was not me at all!”
“Wait a minute.” Mu Li spoke up to stop the mortician.
The mortician actually stopped his movement, turned his head, and looked at the teenager.
Mu Li stepped forward a few steps and interrogated the conductor, “What do you mean by that?”
It was as if the conductor had grabbed a straw to save his life, and he anxiously blurted out:
“I am not the mastermind! A young master gave me thirty thousand yuan to kill that pregnant woman. Get him to let me go, and I will tell you that person’s identity.”
“Let him go.” Mu Li looked at the mortician.
However.
“Oops, my hand slipped.”
The train door closed.
“Ah.”
A heart-rending scream came from inside, along with a teeth-grating chewing sound.
“What are you doing?” Mu Li’s face sank.
“Never mind irrelevant people. Cooperate with me, and I guarantee you will have an endless supply of evil ghosts to eat every day.” The mortician looked back at the teenager.
“Alright then.” Mu Li moved his feet and slowly walked toward the mortician.
Little did he expect that there was more to Shu Lan’s death. Who held such a deep grudge against her as to hire a hitman?
Wait, she was a reporter, and a reporter stubbornly pursuing the truth. Did she expose something and offend someone?
Seeing the ghost agree to the mortician’s proposal, Feng Yi’s heart leaped into his throat.
That ghost spoke nonsense, telling him their goals were temporarily aligned in wanting to find the painting, but who knew if he would defect to the enemy?
However, he saw the ghost flash a hand gesture at him from behind.
Seeing that the teenager was already within arm’s reach, the mortician suddenly reached out to grab the teenager’s neck, wearing a crafty, uplifted smile: “This body is mine now!”
Yet, he abruptly found that he could not move, and asked in shock and disbelief, “What is going on?”
“Did you really think I would trust you?” Mu Li seized the right moment to take out his pen knife and stabbed it straight into the mortician’s heart.
In disbelief, the mortician watched the red-haired youth raise his own puppet, clutching his chest as he slowly collapsed.
However, Mu Li received no prompt, and the man did not bleed. Sensing something was wrong, he thought, “He is still alive!”
For a moment, the four of them went back on high alert.
Yet the fallen mortician remained motionless, as if truly dead, devoid of any breath.
All around was silence, save for the standing passengers and a gust of strange, eerie wind.
“What did you find?” Feng Yi asked.
Mu Li suddenly whipped his head around and lunged at a passenger, stabbing forward.
That passenger dodged, a hint of surprise in his expression: “You were actually able to spot me?”
That voice was as hoarse as decaying wood. Although the tone was different, it was identical to the mortician’s voice: “Ah right, you have been possessed for so many years, of course you are more familiar with this than I am.”
Possessed?
Mu Li glanced toward his teammate.
Look.
Now that is true possession!
However, Feng Yi did not receive any intense resentment from the player. His expression was focused, and another puppet materialized in his hand.
Before he could activate his ability, however, that passenger lost his breath and collapsed limply to the ground.
Clearly, the mortician had abandoned another body.
“Find the mortician, and I will control him!” Although Feng Yi deeply repelled cooperating with this ghost, it was the only way now.
Mu Li nodded. He scanned his surroundings and pointed at a red-name target: “That one wearing the grey hat!”
Just as Feng Yi tried to look over, all the passengers suddenly moved, stretching out their hands to surround the four of them, blocking his vision.
Mu Li fought off the passengers’ attacks: “This will not do. I will clear some out first to open up your field of vision.”
He began weaving among the passengers. Wherever he appeared, the passengers fell one by one, like a ruthless bulldozing machine.
Yet there were simply too many enemies, and through a momentary lapse in attention, his arm sustained a wound.
Still, every time he killed a monster, a prompt would appear: [HP+1], followed by instant healing, so it was no hindrance.
At that moment, the ghost mother in the distance was drawn by the sounds of battle and stopped sucking souls.
Seeing that the few of them were actually attempting to corner the mortician, she concealed herself among the passengers, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Just as Mu Li was engrossed in killing monsters, the ghost mother suddenly sprang out from the side, extending her claws to stab at the teenager’s chest.
Sensing a crisis, Mu Li countered with a backhand strike using his pen knife.
Pei Kanyan suddenly stepped forward and, with a single motion, forcefully pinned the ghost mother hard against the ground, instantly smashing a deep pit into the floor.
“Focus on dealing with those passengers, I will handle her.”
With his hand still frozen in mid-air, Mu Li looked at this scene, feeling like crying without tears.
Big Shot, why will you not just listen?
Now the hidden quest was once again on the line.
“How are you able to hurt me?” Imprisoned by a powerful force, the ghost mother was utterly astounded.
This man had always hidden in the back and never stepped forward, and she never expected his single move to be so bizarre.
Meanwhile, Feng Yi’s heart sank.
He knew the bespectacled young man was no ordinary person, but he never imagined he was this extraordinary, actually able to harm a ghost using a human body!
Who on earth is he?
However, the ghost mother had already absorbed the souls of so many people, and the soul essence of the evil ghosts within her contained vast, terrifying ghost qi. She smiled sinisterly:
“So what if you can? You are still going to die by my hands.”
She extended her sharp claws and lunged at the bespectacled young man once again.
Without missing a beat, Pei Kanyan directly snapped the ghost mother’s neck.
Never expecting such a fatal blow, the ghost mother felt her ghost qi begin to dissipate as black mist drifted from her broken neck.
Terror flooded her eyes. Clutching her neck in a panic, she fled frantically away from the bespectacled young man:
“This is impossible! Who are you? Who on earth are you?”
Meanwhile, Pei Kanyan’s hand was trembling slightly, and the forbidden fire had spread across his entire arm, leaving him to wonder how many more times it could endure.
At this sight, even the mortician, hiding amidst the passengers, had his face covered in shock.
The ghost mother had absorbed so many evil souls that her attack power had multiplied dozens of times over, surpassing even the ghost possessing the teenager.
How could she be utterly powerless against this man?
The ghost mother once again felt the threat of death, knowing that with her next strike, this man would surely kill her!
It must be because her resentment was not strong enough, as most of the evil ghosts were entwined around that child. Her eyes lit up, and she extended her claws to stab into her belly.
Who would have thought that a strange passenger would rush out from the crowd and knock the ghost mother down? With a swipe of his hand, he actually pulled a ceramic jar out from her belly:
“Trash! How dare you use the ghost on the fetus!”
Cursing, the person immediately flashed away and hid back among the passengers.
“A jar?” Mu Li tilted his head.
So the ghost mother’s protruding belly was an illusion, because she had actually stuffed a jar inside her clothes.
Pei Kanyan eased up slightly and stepped forward.
Seeing the man walking toward her again, the ghost mother retreated in terror, but it was all useless.
“No!”
She could not even withstand two strikes in his hands before screaming and dissolving into thin air.
The mortician slipped back into the crowd.
Yet he never expected that within these few short seconds, Feng Yi had already clearly seen his current appearance.
“Stop right there!”
The mortician found himself unable to move once more, and the manipulated passengers also halted their attacks at that exact moment.
“Oh, man.”
Mu Li let out a breath and shook his arms. Fighting so many monsters had made his hands sore.
Seeing the mortician restrained, Shu Lan psyched herself up, mustered the courage to step forward, snatched the jar right out of that person’s hand, and turned and ran.
She ran over to Feng Yi’s side and set the jar down.
The ceramic jar was sealed tightly, with dark ghost silhouettes wrapped around its rim. Faintly discernible were ferocious ghost faces, mouths agape in agonizing roars.
Pressing her ear against it, she could hear faint, tiny cries from inside.
“You actually sealed a child inside a jar? Are you even human?” Trembling from head to toe with rage, Shu Lan felt dark spots dancing before her eyes.
“I was never human to begin with.” Bound as he was, the mortician still laughed with unbridled recklessness, “I have raised him for seven months, feeding him evil ghosts every day. He is my most beloved child, after all.”
“What on earth are you trying to do?” Shu Lan wished she could tear that person limb from limb.
“I am helping him! This child has devoured countless evil ghosts, and the moment he is born, he will become the ultimate evil, the Ghost King!”
The mortician suddenly looked sharply at Mu Li, his eyes filled with extreme, unadulterated covetousness:
“Just like him!”