Chapter 14: Ghost
The thug froze, staring at the woman holding him, then jerked his neck as if he had been frozen for years, looking over her shoulder and seeing her feet but no shadow. The moon was shining above their heads, and his partner was holding a torch in shaking hands, pointing it at him - nothing. Seeing only his own shadow, the thug screamed in fear, pushed the woman away, sat down on the ground with a scream, and crawled on shaking legs, cursing his body for failing him when he needed it the most.
"Go away, stay away from me!" The muscular thug turned pale, remembering that he should never invite a ghost. It's easy to invite, but it's hard to send it away. He actually hugged a ghost! Wow! ! Mom! This is a lie. When Miss Fu called that woman Song Yan, he thought that this woman was someone he knew, but now... Looking at that weird face staring at him, the transparent skin color made his feet tremble. He suddenly felt that he was deceived. He came to enjoy a human woman, how come his dream lover turned into a ghost?
Don't tell him, he twisted his neck, looked at Furong cautiously, and walked away. If this girl knew this ghost woman, she might be... The big man swallowed his saliva, and the big man also swallowed his saliva. Both of them left Furong, who was lying on the ground, stiff as cardboard, otherwise she would definitely fight with the two gangsters if she thought so.
In fact, even if she hadn't seen this supernatural phenomenon, she couldn't move anyway. The two gangsters had beaten her so badly that she couldn't even lift a finger, let alone escape from the ghost woman. Walk towards them.
Furong has been afraid of ghosts since she was a child. Every time her grandfather told her ghost stories, she was so nervous that she dared not go out at night without dragging her brother out of bed. She was always afraid of them, but when she saw the woman getting closer and closer, she was not so scared. Maybe it was out of instinct, but she was not afraid of this ghostly woman. She had a premonition that all this was because of Song Yan. Song Yan came to save her, so she would not let her get hurt, right?
"Husband, why are you running away?" The woman grinned, her torn mouth opened, and the already eerie smile became even more eerie. The big man in charge of the torch couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, with yellow liquid oozing out of his mouth. His pants. He wanted to go home, he wanted to leave here, but his legs just couldn't move!
The macho thug was also regretting his decision in life, why did he take on this stupid mess, why didn't he just stay at home and do some small things like kidnapping children and pickpocketing? However, it was too late for him to regret, he hurriedly looked around and found that he could not get rid of the ghost girl who was dragging her left leg towards them, and her left leg made a strange piercing sound. As if thousands of nails were scratched on the floor. "Oh, damn it. I won't die like this!" Cursing, the macho thug stood up, took out a knife from his back pocket, ran to Furong, grabbed her hair with his hands, pulled her up, and put the knife to her throat, "Are you here to save her?" ? I know you are... I heard her calling your name. I don't care what you are, why are you here, whether you are a ghost or a demon, if you take another step forward, I will rip her throat out! "
Fu Rong frowned as she was pointed at by a knife again. She had already suffered a lot of injuries. When the two gangsters kidnapped her before, they threatened her with a knife. Now the gangster actually used the knife to press against her skin with such force. The pressure was too great, and coupled with the minor cuts she had suffered before, the thugs made her bleed effortlessly.
The ghost girl who was walking towards them paused, tilted her head, and stared at the thug who was holding Furong with her empty eyes. Her attention first fell on the knife, and then on the thug's hideous expression. Seeing that the ghost girl really stopped, the thug's expression became even more ferocious, staring at her with dark eyes, and spitting out all the dirty words he knew. "What's wrong?" He cooed like a baby, snickering, "Don't want to play? What a pity, I...your father wants to play!"
As he said this, he increased the pressure on Fu Rong's neck, causing more blood to gush out, and he roared: "You'd better get out of my sight, or I will kill this girl, now!"
As soon as he finished his threatening words, the ghost girl disappeared. The thug looked left and right, then smiled evilly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Hahaha, seeing that even ghosts are afraid of those fighting people, I knew I must get rid of that woman! What ghost? What person? Everyone is afraid of me!"
Not hearing any sound from his partner, he turned around and glared at him in dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with you?"
"Yo...your back...look at your back...Boss!" The fat man's face turned livid and he pointed at his back with a trembling finger.
Hearing this, the macho thug subconsciously wanted to turn his head to see what was above his head, but before he could do so, ten long, cold fingers circled his neck, and the sharp nails dug deep into his skin, causing blood to flow. It was not deep enough to kill him. Somehow, when he looked back, he saw the enlarged rotten face, half of which was overflowing with dark blood, flowing down. His ferocity suddenly plummeted, and he let out a creepy scream: "Ah, ah, ghost!".
Before his eyes could roll back in their sockets, he fell to the ground unconscious.