[Keeping Vigil] Zhuang Xiaosheng's Grisly Death
The candles inside the auditorium flickered, and a gust of wind blew them out, threatening to extinguish them completely at any moment.
Zhuang Xiaosheng frowned. He remembered what the one-armed old man had said earlier about not letting the candle go out, and immediately wanted to take the candle over to protect it.
He didn't panic as he slowly stood up, but it was already dark all around, and he could barely see the other seven people.
Only the flickering candlelight on the auditorium table illuminated the surroundings and revealed the ice coffin by the moonlight! The first corpse to stand upright was the old man, thin and dressed in black, completely invisible in the darkness.
A chilling, deathly aura almost overflowed, and the other three corpses also stood up.
The old woman was somewhat bloated; her whole body resembled an inflated balloon, and the blood-red veins on her exposed skin were extremely prominent, making her look terrifying!
The young man was thin, his face was split open at an angle, and blood was gushing out. His eyes were filled with a deathly bloodlust. In the moonlight, the mottled bloodstains on his clothes could be seen.
The young woman was dressed in a bright red dress, her face covered with wounds and fissures from which blood oozed. A floral rope was tied around her forehead, and her hair was knotted in clumps.
The four corpses stood atop the four coffins, their lifeless eyes gazing down at their surroundings, motionless like statues.
The aura emanating from them doesn't belong to Ghost Slaves, but they aren't entirely ghosts either; it's more like a state that hasn't fully evolved!
They stood motionless on the coffin, their pupils slowly glowing with a red light, as if watching the two sides. Xia Yuanhou wanted to move, but Ge Congze pressed down on his arm, signaling him not to move.
Zhuang Xiaosheng stared intently at the candle, his pupils reflecting the dying embers. Controlling his voice to ensure everyone could hear, he whispered, "You seven, don't speak or move. I'll go get the candle; that way we'll be safer."
From the darkness came Su Wei's soft thank you; the others remained silent.
Zhuang Xiaosheng got up and reached for the candle, holding his breath and being extremely careful, for fear of disturbing the four Vengeful Ghosts standing on the coffin!
Before anyone knew it, Si Yehan had already stood up and disappeared into the darkness. The other six people had no idea that he had left.
Si Yehan walked so quietly behind Zhuang Xiaosheng that he had already taken out his baton. Even without turning it on, he could still smash it with all his might.
Sound might be one of the rules by which Vengeful Ghost ghosts kill, after all, phrases like "don't make too much noise" have appeared many times.
Let's try using Zhuang Xiaosheng's life first. We originally wanted to kill Xie Fei first, but Zhuang Xiaosheng took the initiative and became a more suitable target.
Zhuang Xiaosheng quietly bypassed the four coffins and walked to the front of them. The candlelight became clearer in his eyes! Just as he was about to succeed, he did not become complacent or careless. Instead, he wanted to turn around and check his surroundings.
The moment he turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracted! He saw something resembling a club come crashing down on his head from the darkness, but he couldn't even make out the figure of the person who made the move.
Zhuang Xiaosheng screamed in pain as he fell heavily to the ground. At that moment, the candlelight on the table shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding area.
Before Zhuang Xiaosheng could even get up, the pine tree whistled, and a shadow fell over him! A gloomy, deathly aura swept over him, making his body extremely stiff.
A withered hand slowly landed on Zhuang Xiaosheng's neck. The moment he turned his head, warm blood splattered from his neck, along with bits of flesh, all over the ground!
But before his head was completely severed, the yin energy invaded Zhuang Xiaosheng's body, and before his consciousness was extinguished, he let out a scream! A emaciated young woman was seen with blood-red cracks covering her face, making her look particularly gruesome.
Reflected in Zhuang Xiaosheng's eyes, the young woman's hand reached into his body through the wound, pulling out the tendons and then dismantling his entire spine.
Zhuang Xiaosheng's body convulsed violently, his face contorted, and his screams echoed throughout the auditorium.
Hidden in the darkness not far away, Si Yehan naturally witnessed this brutal scene of slaughter. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, clearly in a good mood. His chuckle was drowned out by Zhuang Xiaosheng's screams, and no one noticed. He slowly retreated to his original position.
This ghost's killing pattern is that it makes excessive noise.
As he lay dying, a thought surfaced in Zhuang Xiaosheng's mind! Resentment surged wildly within him; he was so close to getting the candle. Even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have died, but he had still been betrayed.
Filled with resentment, he let out a piercing howl! Zhuang Xiaosheng's head fell completely to the ground, his body twisted into a pretzel, his muscles and tendons misaligned and intertwined, and his bones dislocated.
The young woman bent down and picked up Zhuang Xiaosheng's severed head. Blood dripped from between her palms, piecing the head and bones together, twisting them into a tangled mess, with the spine connected. Zhuang Xiaosheng looked like a lantern.
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot and filled with resentment. His face, which had been etched with illness, was now contorted with grotesque muscles, making him look like a monstrous demon.
The young woman grabbed Zhuang Xiaosheng's spine and carried his body back to the coffin step by step, blood dripping from it.
The commotion made the other six people sitting on the cushions tense up instantly! But no one came to his rescue, or even to take a look. Su Wei looked pained, but didn't utter a sound.
Su Qing covered her face with her hands, making very low sounds, like a soft sob or a soft laugh. But after a short while, she removed her hands, her face showing traces of tears, as if she were mourning Zhuang Xiaosheng.
The young woman carried Zhuang Xiaosheng's body back onto the coffin, a sight clearly witnessed by everyone.
Everyone except Si Yehan's expression changed drastically. The methods of the Vengeful Ghosts in this instance were truly outrageous, and they immediately turned their heads away, unwilling to look any longer.
Si Yehan sat on the cushion, rubbing his baton in the darkness. After delivering a heavy blow to Zhuang Xiaosheng, he had decisively retreated. If the Vengeful Ghost hadn't come to finish him off, he would have killed Zhuang Xiaosheng with his own hands.
The final result was perfect: Zhuang Xiaosheng died, and the young female ghost's killing pattern was also discovered. At that time, the other three ghosts did not move, indicating that their killing pattern was not satisfied.
A ghost's killing pattern may not have only one rule; we still need to test it further.
Today, these Vengeful Ghosts have created a rather favorable environment; if it were brightly lit, it would be difficult for me to make a move.
Amidst a surge of thoughts, Si Yehan calmly gazed at the four Vengeful Ghosts on the coffin.
Before long, Zhuang Xiaosheng's corpse burst into flames! In the young woman's hands, his red clothes completely turned blood-red, covering his entire body! The ghostly aura emanating from him instantly became even stronger, clearly indicating that he had completed his transformation.
Blood-red threads swirled around the figure of the woman in red. With a wave of her hand, she transformed back into a corpse and lay down in the coffin! The coffin lid flew off and closed, and the wreaths scattered on the ground returned to their original positions.
The other three corpses still stood, their auras remaining somewhere between Vengeful Ghosts and Ghost Slaves, not yet transformed like the red-clothed female ghost.
Qianjing Youhui spoke softly in the darkness, "It seems that killing one person can help them complete their transformation. This is troublesome. I wonder if we can manage to kill this creature that is neither a ghost nor Ghost Slave."
Ge Congze's voice changed, switching from a female voice back to a male voice. "Zhuang Xiaosheng gave us a warning with his life and discovered the pattern of killing, so cherish it. As for trying to kill these corpses, that's probably impossible; after all, they're not Ghost Slaves."