Chapter 147
Chapter 147
I had originally planned to use my wits.
But the moment Du Yuwei and Li Xiumei possessed me, a murderous urge surged through my veins. Looking at the crowd, all I wanted to do was plow right through them.
The Club was different tonight. The lobby was packed with people.
When I slammed my foot on the gas, the car shot forward like a rocket.
Chaos erupted in the lobby. Screams and shrieks rang out simultaneously as several people were sent flying by the impact. I couldn’t even tell if they were still alive.
After hitting a few more people, the car slammed into a stone pillar in the center of the lobby and was instantly totaled.
The crowd fell into a panic. Scores of men in matching black suits began pouring down from the upper floors.
These were the thugs kept by Du Ruhai. They were all stationed here tonight, likely to prevent anyone from coming to rescue Anning.
“Get the weapons! Hack him to death!”
Countless men, armed with various weapons, began to surround the wreckage of my car.
I kicked the door open and lunged out. When they saw me, their initial fury instantly vanished, replaced by sheer terror. They stumbled backward, neither daring to step forward nor daring to run away.
To be honest, I was terrified too, especially facing a sea of people brandishing blades.
But with Du Yuwei and Li Xiumei inside my body, they didn’t give me room for fear. These two powerful Ghosts took direct control of my movements and lunged into the crowd. I tore at someone’s throat with my teeth, killing two men on the spot, and then ripped another man’s head clean off.
At that moment, I was like a bird of prey, killing and biting anyone in sight.
Someone tried to ambush me from behind, but I spun around and pounced on him, biting right through his neck.
From my experience with being possessed by a Ghost, the interaction of magnetic fields can stimulate a person’s latent potential, granting them immense strength and lightning-fast reflexes.
The more powerful the Ghost, the stronger the magnetic field, and the more that potential is unlocked.
With two Ghosts inside me right now, I had gone completely feral.
“You’re using my body! Every person you kill is on my head! How much blood debt am I going to owe? I’ll have to carry massive karmic retribution when I die!” I frantically tried to communicate with Du Yuwei and Li Xiumei.
Since they were attached to me, we didn’t need words to understand each other.
Their message was simple: if I didn’t kill them, they would kill me. I might not even live long enough to see Du Ruhai and Anning.
“Fine, just… keep killing then…”
I had already lost myself to the bloodlust. Having killed so many people, I was definitely going to hell anyway.
But before I could continue the slaughter, five men rushed out from the crowd and surrounded me. Each held a wooden fish in his left hand and a mallet in his right. They began striking the wooden fish in unison while chanting Buddhist sutras.
Most people know that wooden fish are used by monks during chanting.
However, they aren’t exclusive to monks; Taoists use them as well. Their purpose isn’t just as a rhythmic tool for chanting.
A wooden fish is a ritual implement. Shaped like a fish-a creature of auspiciousness-the sound it produces can deter and suppress unclean things.
As the five men circled me and struck the instruments, the sound, which should have been harmless and even soul-soothing to a normal person, hit my ears like a car horn blaring at point-blank range. My head felt like it was splitting open, my heartbeat became erratic, and my legs turned to jelly, making me feel as if I were standing on cotton.
I reached out to grab someone, and though I felt like I was inches away, it was like trying to grasp a reflection in water. I caught nothing but air.
Panic began to set in.
The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting had no effect on me, but they were effective against Du Yuwei and Li Xiumei. Since they were both inside my body right now, I was affected as well.
I didn’t know what sutra those five men were chanting, but it was definitely something from Buddhism used for subduing demons and warding off evil. These bastards had plagiarized Buddhism to create their evil cult, and now they were using Buddhist tools to deal with people. They had truly taken despicability and shamelessness to the extreme.
At this moment, I should have let Du Yuwei and Li Xiumei out of my body. As long as they left, those sounds wouldn’t affect me. But the moment they came out, those thugs would finish me off.
For a moment, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I hadn’t even seen Du Ruhai yet, and I was already out of options.
Just as I was about to collapse and my knees were buckling toward the ground, a long black staff flew past my eyes, instantly knocking down one of the chanters.
With one less person chanting, the pressure on me plummeted.
I focused my gaze and was instantly shocked.
That staff belonged to Song Xiaotian. It was originally two short batons that he always kept hidden in his sleeves; if he encountered a serious situation, he would connect them into a long staff.
In Song Xiaotian’s hands, that staff was like Sun Wukong’s Golden Cudgel.
Song Xiaotian was here!
I looked back to see him charging through the crowd. He vaulted over my head, grabbed the staff from the ground as he landed, and immediately swept two more men off their feet. Rising, he delivered a swift back-thrust that knocked another unconscious. His movements were fluid and seamless, so terrifying that the last chanter dropped his wooden fish and scrambled into the crowd.
He tossed his head to clear his hair and slung the staff behind his back, but the moment he saw my eyes, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Ah! Holy crap!”
“Don’t scream, don’t scream! I’m possessed!”
I snapped irritably, “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come?”
Song Xiaotian shook his head again, likely finding my current appearance too hideous to look at. “Damn it, you think I wanted to come? Meng Yifan made me! He said he’d dock my pay if I didn’t!”
I was touched, of course, but I didn’t want to drag him down with me.
“Get out of here. Don’t throw your life away with me.”
I had barely stepped through the front gate and I’d already almost been taken down. Du Ruhai really wasn’t someone we could handle, especially with The Organization’s power backing him up.
“I’m already here, so why the hell would I leave?”
“Go save them! I’ll hold them off for a bit!”
As soon as Song Xiaotian finished speaking, he charged straight into the crowd. He didn’t look the least bit afraid; in fact, he looked excited, like the Monkey King wielding his Golden Cudgel against a hundred thousand celestial soldiers. I never knew where Song Xiaotian’s combat limit was. There were at least a hundred people in this hall, yet he didn’t lose an inch of ground.
I grabbed one of the thugs and asked fiercely, “Where is Du Ruhai? Tell me where Du Ruhai is!”
The man was so terrified he quickly pointed in a direction, saying Du Ruhai was on the rooftop.
I was prepared to let him go and head for the rooftop, but Du Yuwei was controlling me. She forced me to pull the man back and twisted his head three full rotations around his neck, twisting it into a mangled braid.
I rushed into the garden and looked up.
Standing on the rooftop of one of the buildings was a man-Du Ruhai. He was puffing on a cigar, looking down at me like a god, a mocking smile plastered on his face. He beckoned to me, signaling for me to come up and find him.