"What? Headquarters has been hacked!"
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I've finished rescuing them."
"Stop rushing me! Do you expect me to abandon my family and prioritize supporting Headquarters? How could you say something so inhumane!"
The call has ended.
Hu Jiu put the Satellite Phone back in his pocket.
He is now standing in a secluded park.
I heard that this place was once a mass burial ground during the Republic of China era, and was later transformed into a park.
At this moment, a girl, tortured beyond recognition, collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain.
But she clenched her teeth tightly and refused to utter a sound.
A few withered yellow weeds are scattered around, like marks of death, each leaf telling a sad story.
Hu Jiu stomped on the girl's twisted arms a few more times, even though her limbs were already limp, like noodles.
The shattered bones brought excruciating pain, yet she stubbornly stared at Hu Jiu with her empty, bloodshot eyes.
Her resentment remained undiminished.
She does not regret what she did.
She only hated that she was too weak.
If it could be a few points stronger...
Haha, how could a strong person suffer inexplicable grievances in the first place!
Fortunately, she got her revenge.
"Do you hate me? Are you in pain?" She wanted to ask these questions, but her tongue had already been pulled out.
Not far away, a middle-aged couple lay in a pool of blood, barely alive.
In fact, Hu Jiu grew up in a happy and fulfilling family.
His father was a staunch advocate of remaining single.
His mother was also a staunch non-marriage advocate.
But they still got married and had a child.
Many years ago, being unmarried and childless would be met with pointing fingers, gossip, and all sorts of rumors.
In order to integrate into society, they felt compelled to marry and have children, thus becoming "normal people."
But this was not what they truly wanted.
As a product of being born under duress, Hu Jiu's life is very happy.
His parents had very low expectations of him—to live a meaningful life, spend little money, and avoid trouble.
Hu Jiu had never experienced being disciplined or scolded.
If he accidentally does something wrong, all that awaits him is a narrow, dark room, like a coffin.
The older generation especially doted on him.
When he was very young, his grandparents often told him to be filial to his second uncle when he grew up, and to persuade his father to buy a house for his second uncle.
His maternal grandparents often gave him candy, asked him how much savings his family had, and asked his mother to subsidize his uncle.
Unfortunately, the elderly people all left quite early.
My grandparents and second uncle died of carbon monoxide poisoning. They had drunk too much that day, and somehow they didn't turn off the gas valve properly.
My maternal grandparents and uncle died abroad. My mother booked tickets for them and paid for their trip to Northern Myanmar. Unfortunately, they never came back.
The father and mother lost their parents, and all they could do was laugh and eat heartily every day to mask their grief with joy.
My father loved playing Super Mario. on the Famicom. Even after beating the game countless times, he remained persistent, always playing it over and over again alone in the Silence room.
I heard that when he was young, he secretly saved up money to buy a game console, but before he could play it, his second uncle took it. His grandparents beat him up and forbade him from fighting with his younger brother over things. After that, he never touched that game console again; it became his second uncle's exclusive toy.
My mother loves money the most. She firmly believes that in this life, parents are unreliable, partners are unreliable, and children are also unreliable. Only the wealth she holds in her hands can give her enough security.
Perhaps this is related to the fact that she was almost forced into an arranged marriage by her maternal grandparents and sold to a middle-aged widower with a child for money.
In such a healthy and harmonious family, Hu Jiu successfully combined the strengths of her parents, surpassing them in every way, truly becoming a paragon of virtue.
Although they rarely contacted each other after he came of age, their familial bond remained undiminished.
Having not seen each other for a long time, Hu Jiu calmly leaned down and asked, "If you could make a wish, what kind of life would you most like to have?"
Two soft murmurs were carried to my ears on the breeze.
"Okay, you guys really haven't changed your ways~"
The Supernatural Nightmare took away their consciousness.
In the Dream Space, two more beautiful yet murky stars appeared, their ominous light shining eternally.
The Satellite Phone rang again, urging Hu Jiu to go and provide support.
Hu Jiu readily agreed, and then leisurely collected the body.
In the fable, Bian Que's elder brother would prevent and treat patients before the disease had fully developed, so only his family knew how skilled he was; outsiders had no idea that he possessed medical expertise.
Bian Que's second elder brother treated patients in the early stages of illness, so only the villagers knew his reputation and knew him as a doctor who could cure minor ailments;
Bian Que himself treated patients when their illnesses were severe, which is why his reputation spread throughout the country and he was hailed as a divine physician.
When a situation deteriorates to a certain point, those who manage to turn the tide... are the true heroes.
Just as they were about to stuff the Secret Peeker into the Golden Corpse Bag and mash him into mincemeat, a slightly deep male voice reached their ears:
Can I make a deal with you?
Hu Jiu only replied with one word, "Get lost."
A man with a full head of silver hair slowly approached from a distance, smiling as he said, "Think it over again. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you miss this deal."
Hu Jiu looked up and sized him up. Where did this conspicuous bag come from?
With such striking hair color, he'd definitely be the most eye-catching person in the crowd.
It's a pity, her looks are rather average.
Perhaps because Hu Jiu's complaints were written all over his face, the white-haired man seemed to see right through him:
What's with that disgusted look on your face? Do you think I'm ugly? How high are your standards of beauty?!
Hu Jiu ignored him, and a White Sash descended from the sky, directly around his neck.
"Wait, let me finish!" the white-haired man Er Kang roared.
The White Sash tightened instantly.
"Why are you so stubborn?" The white-haired man broke free of the White Sash, still smiling.
Hu Jiu finally deigned to give him a proper look.
The white-haired man continued, "Sell me the Secret Peeker Stalks You, and I can offer a reasonable price and tell you a tremendous secret."
"I have no interest, go to hell." As Hu Jiu spoke, a series of Supernatural attacks were launched at him.
"I won't die today," the white-haired man said confidently.
However, his expression changed abruptly the next second.
A chilling aura swept over his head, and a patch of his scalp went bald.
"You!" The white-haired man gritted his teeth, and new white hair quickly grew back on his bald scalp.
Don't you want to know the origins of Fierce Ghosts and the Supernatural?