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Chapter 045: The World of a Madman
No, the world did not quiet down. The noise coming from the door was unbearable.
I stepped outside. I saw several strong men in white coats, pinning someone to the ground who was struggling and shouting, "Evil Spirit rampant, Ben Shan Ren is here to uphold justice."
Why does that voice sound so familiar?
I walked over again. To my surprise, the men in white coats warned me, "Don't come closer; he's a madman. It took us a while to find him."
A madman!
I focused on the person lying on the ground—wasn't he the one who had helped me escape from the Ghost Market, the Beggar?
Recalling everything, I hurriedly said to the men in white coats, "No, you must be mistaken. How could he be a madman?"
The man in the white coat shook his head at me as if he was prepared for this moment. He handed me some sort of identification and added, "He claims to be a Mausoleum Taoist who can perform Exorcism and catch ghosts. He caused quite a stir in the Hospital by trying to exorcise patients, making a mess of things. He took advantage of the chaos to run out and is now trying to catch ghosts."
I looked at the Beggar.
He slowly raised his head and gave me a silly grin, drool glistening at the corner of his mouth.
This was him, yet it wasn't him.
I remembered how he had led me away before, looking serious and not at all foolish. Was he really drooling? Damn! Could it be that I had been played by an idiot all along, thinking he was some kind of master even greater than Lao Luo?
But there was one thing I couldn't understand.
The beggar in front of me looked completely different from the one who had helped me escape the Ghost Market.
I wanted to test whether he was just pretending or if there was another reason for his behavior, so I asked a few uncles in white coats if I could have a word with him.
The uncles, looking puzzled, finally agreed, saying, "Hurry up. We've been up all night trying to find him."
I crouched down.
In a low voice, I said, "Uncle, stop pretending. What’s so great about staying in the Mental Hospital? It would be better to get back to normal and join me instead."
The crazy man laughed wildly, extending his filthy hand as if to touch my face. I dodged him. His eyes were filled with a vacant stare that only someone truly lost could have. Ignoring the crust in the corners of his eyes, he hoarsely said, "Girl, you're really beautiful, like a juicy peach. We could play some adult games together~ Let's create someone to play with."
I was taken aback; his eyes sparkled with a strange light as he looked at me like I was a delicious sausage. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his hand, but he didn’t care. He reached out with his other hand to pinch my face.
Damn it! Seeing him like this made me tense up. I stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
The uncles in white coats shook their heads, too lazy to deal with me further, and they dragged the madman toward the Mental Hospital vehicle parked not far away.
Soon after, silence enveloped the area once more.
Back in the dilapidated house, sleep eluded me.
I pulled out my phone and fiddled with it, adjusting the time back to normal.
I wanted to log onto QQ but realized it was out of battery.
What a mess I had gotten myself into.
With nothing to do, I contemplated whether I should find Uncle Zhang and Lao Luo tomorrow if I saw Fatty.
My thoughts were scattered.
My eyelids grew heavy once more, and I closed them.
In a daze, I heard the door creak as if someone was pushing it open, the sound of its decaying hinges groaning under the strain, followed by a light patter of footsteps.
The footsteps stopped right in front of me.
I vaguely sensed a hand reaching out toward me—whoosh! A chill ran down my spine, and I opened my eyes to see something darting away quickly.
I hurriedly got up, cursing to myself, "Damn, is it really this hard to find a place to stay for one night?" Then I rushed outside.
In the courtyard, the pale moonlight illuminated a tree.
The entire courtyard appeared ghostly white, the atmosphere sorrowful and desolate.
I stared quietly at the tree, unsure where the faint cries of a cricket struggling came from.
The chirping of the cricket didn’t capture my attention; what did was the Holly Tree.
Beneath the Holly Tree stood a woman silently.
I couldn’t make out her features in the shadows, but I could sense an eerie aura emanating from her. Moreover, she was definitely a woman with a story to tell.
No, more precisely, she was a ghost with a story.
I stood still, asking in a hushed voice, "Was that you just now?" I was referring to the moment when she almost reached out to touch me.
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
"I am the mistress of this house." Her delicate voice was filled with sorrow and timidity.
"Oh, so you don't welcome me staying here?"
The woman remained in the shadows, keeping her distance from me, seemingly hesitant to move even an inch.
"Welcome, indeed. I have long hoped for someone to come here who could help me escape from this suffering."
"What do you need help with?"
The woman replied, "First, I must thank you for your arrival. You marked the door, and that Evil Spirit did not come back to torment me. Now, I hope you can help me get out of here..."
This woman was the mistress of the Dilapidated House.
She was dead and should have reported to the Underworld.
The first hall is ruled by King Qin Guang.
Specializing in managing people's life and death, and whether they belong to the Evil Person category in the human world. What is the Evil Person class? There are several ways to say this. Have you ever resold fake medicines, deceived the public, burned, killed, looted, deceived people, or committed human trafficking crimes? In short, if you do evil things in the world, you will be gathered in the King Qin Guang Hall. King Qin Guang will judge you whether to go to the second hall and accept the punishment. If you make no mistakes in the human world and have no flaws at all, you will be immediately placed in the book of reincarnation. This woman has not gone to Underworld, how can she have Injustice? Woman: "I have Injustice." "Oh." I responded, wanting her to tell me the reason for Injustice. But if I think about it carefully, how can I help her now that I am homeless? This matter needs to be considered in the long term, so I said to her apologetically: "How about you wait and see if someone more powerful comes. If so, ask him for help." Thinking about it carefully, this place is so Desolate, who would be as down and out and unlucky as me to stay at Dilapidated House Haunted House? It's not that there is no such thing, there is definitely no such thing as that fool who would give up a comfortable place and come here to ask for trouble. "Nonsense..." The woman was obviously very angry. I could feel the anger coming from her body, and her body was trembling slightly. Am I holding back? No, I just want to get my own affairs sorted out so that I can help her with peace of mind.
Although my words may seem pointless, they are not without reason.
Unexpectedly, the woman became angry, her face contorted in rage. Ignoring the innate Pure Yang Energy radiating from me, she lunged forward to grab me.
A good man does not fight with a woman!
I dodged.
My grandfather taught me not to harm innocent spirits, and besides, she was driven by Injustice, so I couldn't help her, but I also couldn't hurt her.
The Dilapidated House was no longer a safe place to stay.
I ran—
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