Chapter 86: Pain. (First Subscription Request, Third Update)
Fang Shang stood up again, rotating his wrists and tugging the long whip in his hand, his smile twisted and ferocious.
"Good kid, looks like Brother Sun hasn't disciplined you properly. You've got a stubborn streak. I'll give you one more chance—obediently accept the treatment, and you can linger on for a while longer. The two of us can continue playing for a bit.
Otherwise, you'll die right now! I don't care what Director Wu demands. If your vengeful ghost revives, that's just too bad."
Clap, clap, clap.
Crisp applause rang out from the corner of the room, causing Fang Shang and the others to immediately look over.
"Who are you! How did you appear here?" Fang Shang's expression changed as he barked.
From the dark corner of the room, Wang Liang applauded as he walked out step by step.
"Wonderful, simply wonderful. Is this how you torture captured ghost controllers? Heal them up so you can play with them longer? Tsk tsk, you certainly have your little rituals."
The man in the white coat scrambled behind the group in panic, not even bothering with his medicine box anymore.
Two underlings pulled pistols from their waists and aimed them at Wang Liang. Fang Shang's expression was also grave. He was certain no one else had been in this room just now; being able to appear here so bizarrely meant this person was definitely a ghost controller.
"Just who are you?" Fang Shang asked sharply.
Hearing the unexpected situation in the room, the thin young man who was hanging struggled to raise his head and opened his eyes to look at Wang Liang.
"It seems you're just a fringe character." Wang Liang straightened his clothes. "Wang Liang, supervisor of Da'an City. I'm sending you on your way."
"What, a supervisor! How could a supervisor be here?"
Fang Shang's expression changed drastically. Seeing the hostility of the newcomer, he immediately directed the two underlings beside him.
"So what if he's a supervisor! Open fire, shoot him dead!"
Wang Liang ignored the threat of the pistols, crossed the danger zone, and walked toward the thin young man inside.
At the same time, the tearing sound of flesh ripping open rang out.
The two underlings who had just prepared to pull their triggers simultaneously had the corners of their mouths rise up. Their flesh tore apart as their mouths formed grotesque gashes reaching all the way to their ears. They died on the spot and collapsed, motionless.
Fang Shang retreated a step and looked back. The two underlings had already developed livor mortis on their bodies, appearing as though they had been dead for a long time, their forms stiff.
"Damn you!"
Wang Liang temporarily ignored Fang Shang and arrived in front of the hanging thin young man.
"What's your name?"
"Xu... Yin..." The thin young man did his best to open his eyes, looking at the man in black who had suddenly appeared before him.
Wang Liang smiled. His hands were infused with supernatural power, granting him monstrous strength. He grabbed the gold chain suspending Xu Yin and yanked hard, snapping it.
Supernatural power couldn't affect gold, but the monstrous strength brought by supernatural power could physically destroy gold.
It was just that ordinary vengeful ghosts, after having their perception isolated by gold, wouldn't have anyone triggering their killing rules, nor would they have the active intent to destroy the gold and walk back out.
"I've changed my mind. You probably want to handle this yourself."
Xu Yin fell to the ground, regaining his freedom, but his already battered body bizarrely surged with force at this moment—not the power of a vengeful ghost, but human will.
He tore off the remaining gold chains on his body with one move, his eyes blood-red as he stared at the somewhat panicked Fang Shang ahead.
"Fang, you bastard!!"
Xu Yin roared and charged out quickly. A cold, sinister aura emanated from his body. The exposed skin of his upper body split open with several bloody gashes, beneath which scarlet flesh squirmed bizarrely, representing a dangerous and terrifying supernatural force.
Fang Shang's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to use his vengeful ghost's power as well.
But Xu Yin had already charged over. When he drew close, his voice was dry and hoarse, like a vengeful ghost growling from the depths of hell.
"Pain."
Puchi.
Invisible cold spread outward. Fang Shang's body similarly had multiple areas of skin and flesh split open one after another, large amounts of blood splattering out as though he had been slashed repeatedly across his body.
"Ahhh, you bastard!"
Fang Shang screamed, his gaze turning fierce as he released his vengeful ghost's power.
But with a whoosh, a tall female ghost over two meters in height appeared out of thin air before Xu Yin, blocking the supernatural attack he had released.
Fang Shang's supernatural assault was like crashing into an iceberg, dissipating on the spot without having any effect.
"No!"
"Pain."
Xu Yin let out another low growl. His body continued to split open, blood streaming down along his skin, covering up the whip marks from before.
But the degree to which his skin and flesh split open was far less severe than Fang Shang's.
And after Xu Yin's attack this time, Fang Shang let out one final scream. A large amount of blood sprayed from his body as his form bizarrely shattered into over a dozen pieces. Chunks of corpse of varying sizes slid to the floor, dismembered by a terrifying supernatural force.
"Huff... huff..."
Xu Yin knelt on the ground, breathing rapidly, but as he looked at Fang Shang's corpse pieces, his eyes were filled with satisfaction, his condition even more spirited than before.
Fang Shang's corpse pieces on the ground squirmed. Some flesh and shattered bones tangled and fused together, faintly forming a strange human shape—the vengeful ghost he had controlled was reviving.
Wang Liang walked over at this moment, bent down, and pinched up that human-shaped lump of flesh, which immediately stopped squirming.
[Supernatural Record Value: 85%]
"Thank... you..." Xu Yin's body had already reached its limit of exhaustion, but he still managed to speak these words.
"Mm."
Wang Liang nodded, not saying much more. Holding the vengeful ghost in his hand, his figure disappeared from reality, completely entering the deep-level ghost domain.
There were no tools in the room capable of imprisoning a vengeful ghost. Those gold chains were mainly meant to restrict the movements of ghost controllers, preventing them from using supernatural power to corrode ordinary chains and escape, but they couldn't bind a vengeful ghost.
Wang Liang threw the vengeful ghost in his hand into the supernatural space of the deep-level ghost domain, temporarily imprisoning it in this manner.
With this ghost's intensity, it was impossible to break through the deep-level ghost domain and return to reality.
Then he lowered the ghost domain's intensity and returned to reality.
Xu Yin only saw the man in the black coat holding Fang Shang's ghost disappear before his eyes, and when he reappeared, the vengeful ghost in his hand was gone. This left him unable to comprehend where the other party had thrown the vengeful ghost.
After Wang Liang came out, he had wanted to continue sweeping upward floor by floor.
But after thinking about it, his ghost domain wrapped up Fang Shang's corpse pieces on the floor. His figure flashed as he appeared at the elevator entrance of this floor. He called the elevator, threw Fang Shang's corpse pieces inside, and pressed the button for the top floor.
Only then did he continue using the ghost domain to go to the upper floor, sweeping up level by level.
At the top floor of the building, Wu Chao and the other two stared intently at the elevator entrance.
The floor number displayed above was rapidly rising.
16... 18... 21... 32...
"It's coming!" Wu Chao let out a low roar, a cold, sinister aura beginning to emanate from his body.
Feng Bo and Li Yu beside him, even though they weren't in good condition, similarly began to use their vengeful ghost powers, preparing to follow Wu Chao in crushing Wang Liang, who was about to exit the elevator.
Ding-dong.
The elevator reached the top floor. The closed iron doors slowly slid open to both sides.
The club members were all tense. Even Wu Chao was no exception, facing a formidable enemy and preparing to unleash supernatural attacks that the opponent couldn't resist to take him down in one move.
A tribute to I Have a Terror House! Though it's an Adventure House now...