Du Kang scratched the back of his head. He felt that everything in front of him was too unbelievable. He was sitting face to face with the Drowned Ghost and listening to the beautiful Ghost Messenger spout nonsense. "Damn it, am I still drunk?"
He pinched his thigh hard. "Hey, I don't feel anything. Haha, it's really a dream. Great, I'm not dead yet, oh yeah!"
Du Kang almost cried out in joy. As a result, the Drowned Ghost on the side suddenly slapped Du Kang's neck and stuck out his tongue. "What are you doing!"
The Old Ghost stared at him with a pair of ox eyes and did not speak. His finger pointed below. Du Kang looked down and found that his hand was pinching the Drowned Ghost's thigh. Moreover, it was bruised.
"Hehe, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I just wanted to see if I was dreaming."
Du Kang quickly retracted his hand and smiled embarrassedly. He rubbed his buttocks backward and moved a little further away from the Old Ghost who was about to go berserk.
"You don't have to doubt it. You're not dreaming. If you don't believe me, look at what this is."
The beautiful Ghost Messenger, who was called Sister Chu by the Old Ghost, waved her small hand and a purple talisman floated in the air. Her finger drew in the air, and a talisman appeared on the blank talisman paper. She pointed her finger at Du Kang, and the talisman flew over and hit the center of Du Kang's eyebrows. Du Kang only felt an explosion in his head. Countless scenes were like movie clips, overlapping and alienating in front of his eyes. They were all very blurry, and then gradually became clear.
Du Kang screamed. His body straightened and fell directly to the ground. Then, he bounced up and opened his hands to grab the air like an eagle's claws. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and blue veins appeared on his face like earthworms crawling in his flesh. Water began to drip from all over his body. His originally clean clothes also became wrinkled, and the surface was covered with mud and mottled blood.
"He's also a Drowned Ghost?"
Old Ghost suddenly stood up from the side. Looking at Du Kang's scarlet eyes that revealed a treacherous and demonic look, he felt an inexplicable chill. Twisting his body, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated behind sister Chu. "My goodness, he is obviously a living soul, but why is his evil aura stronger than mine?"
Sister Chu looked at Du Kang who was grinding his teeth and frowned slightly. She opened her mouth and blew a breath. Du Kang only felt a sweet strawberry fragrance. Then, his body swayed, and he directly fell to the ground and fainted. "He's different from you.
"He's different from you. You were killed by someone. Although you died a violent death and couldn't be reincarnated, your resentment is just that. He's different. He was killed by that water ghost. God knows what he experienced when he was alive, so his resentment is very strong. Moreover, he was contaminated by that water ghost's killing intent. In addition, he was enlightened by my Soul-Cleansing Talisman. He suddenly thought about what happened when he was alive. Naturally, his heart was filled with resentment and became like that just now."
As Sister Chu spoke, she had already walked to Du Kang's side. She squatted down and looked at Du Kang who had returned to normal. Her finger pointed at Du Kang's Ghost Gate. She closed her eyes and a trace of Divine Sense entered Du Kang's Sea of Consciousness. She wanted to see the specific circumstances of his death.
"How could this be?"
Sister Chu's originally slightly frowned brows furrowed even deeper. She withdrew her little hand from Du Kang's Ghost Gate and directly sat cross-legged beside him. She held her chin with her little hand and tapped her cheek with her fingers. It seemed that she was seriously thinking about a difficult problem.
"What's wrong with Sister Chu?"
Seeing that Du Kang had been dealt with, Old Ghost transformed back into his human form and swaggered over. Standing beside Sister Chu, he lowered his head to look at Du Kang. However, the corner of his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, would glance at Sister Chu's milky white neckline and the deep and tender cleavage. He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Xia Dong, you old ghost, are you looking for a beating again?"
Sister Chu didn't even turn her head. She directly flipped her hand and slapped the old ghost's chest. After a loud bang, Xia Dong, the old ghost, was firmly slammed into the wall behind him like a human poster. After a long time, he slowly slid down.
Sister Chu pulled her neckline and muttered, "It shouldn't be. How could this be? What the hell is going on?" As she spoke, she touched Du Kang's body.
"Sister Chu, this is not good."
Sherlie sneakily popped his head out from the side and pouted at Sister Chu. Sister Chu looked down and realized that her little hand had already touched Du Kang's pants. Instantly, her tender face turned red and she withdrew her little hand as if she had been electrocuted. She glared fiercely at Sherlie and coughed twice. "Well, it's getting late. You should go back first."
Sherlie looked at Sister Chu with a strange expression and slyly smiled. "I know, I know. Sister Chu, you should take it easy."
"What did you say?"
Sister Chu stared at Sherlie with her big eyes. She gritted her teeth and asked him word by word. She raised her right hand and a ball of light blue flame appeared in her palm.
Sherlie was so scared that he immediately shut his stinky mouth and did a zipping action with a fawning expression. After being glared at by Sister Chu, he twisted his body and turned into a puff of green smoke. Along with the crisp and melodious sound of the wind chimes, he slipped away through the crack of the door.
"That's strange. He's obviously dead. Why is there still a trace of life in his body?"
Sister Chu circled around Du Kang's Divine Soul twice. The more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became. "Could it be that his body was faking his death?
But that's impossible. What's going on? No, I have to go and take a look. "
As she said that, Sister Chu took out a blank talisman from her bosom and stuck it on Du Kang's forehead. She made a sword gesture and uttered the word "Imperial". Du Kang's Divine Soul turned into a puff of green smoke and attached itself to the talisman.
Carefully putting away the talisman, Sister Chu went out and got into an orange Chang 'an Ford Fiesta that was parked at the entrance. She stepped on the accelerator and the car drifted gracefully onto the road and rushed into the vast night.
The car stopped at the back door of the hospital in the center of the city. When Sister Chu got out of the car, she heard a sobbing sound coming from the backyard. The sound was choked and sorrowful.
Sister Chu frowned and muttered, "Why are there people in the middle of the night?" She didn't stop and pushed open the iron door and walked in.
Opposite the back door of the hospital was a row of red brick bungalows. They were hidden in the shadow of the clinic building that was more than ten stories high not far away. It was dark and gloomy. There were five or six bungalows. Only the one in the middle had light. The sobbing sound came from there. The other bungalows were pitch-black.
The two sides of the courtyard walls were filled with willows and elms. A gust of night wind blew past, causing the branches to rustle. Originally, the midsummer night wind had a hint of summer heat, but this gust of wind carried a chill that made people shiver.
Sister Chu was very familiar with this place. She went straight to the door of the brightly lit room in the middle. She stood at the door and looked inside. She found that two middle-aged women dressed as family members were sitting on the bench, crying bitterly. In front of them was an iron bed covered with a white sheet. The bottom part of the bed was bulging, outlining the outline of a human figure.