Chapter 307: The Death of Jiang Chun

Like the vast majority of people in the world.

Jiang Chun was just an ordinary person.

An ordinary family, ordinary studies, ordinary work, with a dream of finding a boyfriend with slightly better conditions to have a perfect family in the future.

After entering the Fudi, she had always tried hard to survive.

But her limited ability meant she could only rely on Wen Chao's help to barely survive. She knew that this old man's gaze toward her was a bit off, but in order to survive, all she could do was not deliberately cater to him.

But in this urn.

Even Wen Chao couldn't help her anymore.

She spread her ten fingers, and the nail covers she wore could easily hurt malevolent entities, but her body size was too small; even using all her strength, she was easily handled by the malevolent entity.

One moment of carelessness.

She was pressed against her back by the opponent's huge hand.

The huge force made her unable to even crawl up, and the nail covers on her hands couldn't reach the hand behind her. This malevolent entity had already forced her into a dead end.

The pale ghost shadow laughed ferociously.

She was about to take this person's body and be reborn as a human.

Thus, the palm gradually increased its force, squeezing the air in Jiang Chun's chest. Every time Jiang Chun exhaled, she couldn't inhale again. Her resistance became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Jiang Chun could only watch helplessly as she gradually moved toward death.

Fear, horror, despair... adrenaline surged, but all of this had no meaning. The cruel reality could not be easily reversed.

Crack!

Jiang Chun's chest bone was pressed until it cracked, a terrifying sharp pain struck, Jiang Chun spat out a mouthful of blood, and her heart stopped beating.

The pale ghost shadow took her hand away.

This woman was already dead. Next, she only needed to absorb Jiang Chun's flesh, and she could turn from pale to colorful, walking in the sunlight with a human posture, enjoying another kind of pleasure.

A more authentic killing experience! The first thing to be absorbed was Jiang Chun's memory.

Everything Jiang Chun had experienced from childhood to adulthood flowed into the pale ghost shadow's mind. All memories were very clear, but a part was abnormally blurred.

No matter how the ghost shadow probed, she couldn't lift the fog on the memory. It was this part of the memory that led Jiang Chun here and caused Jiang Chun to possess those weird nail covers.

But this didn't matter; as long as there was a part of the memory, it was enough for her to disguise herself.

While analyzing the memory, the pale ghost shadow didn't notice that the already dead Jiang Chun's body was gradually changing. Her fingers and toes were scratching unconsciously, her eyes suddenly opened and closed, and something seemed to be wriggling in her mouth.

Soon.

The memory was digested.

The ghost shadow picked up the petite, child-like Jiang Chun, preparing to go mouth-to-mouth to absorb all the essence of Jiang Chun's body.

Two faces gradually approached.

Suddenly!

Jiang Chun opened her eyes.

There were no pupils in those eyes, only a pale expanse! That blood-red, moist mouth suddenly opened, and four sharp fangs protruded!

"This..."

Before the pale ghost shadow could react, Jiang Chun's petite body erupted with powerful strength, broke free from the pale ghost shadow's hands, and suddenly pounced on the ghost shadow's neck, tearing at it.

The ghost shadow struggled hard.

But in the end, she was just a large-sized Jiang Chun.

Bullying a shrunken woman like Jiang Chun was fine, but she couldn't deal with a monster more terrifying than herself.

In the end.

The ghost shadow Jiang Chun lay powerlessly in the urn, her chest torn open, her lifeless eyes looking to one side, and the small Jiang Chun was lying on her chest, crazily devouring the flesh...

Don't know how long passed.

Only a skeleton that was slowly dissipating remained in the urn. Jiang Chun crawled to the top of the skeleton and opened the lid of the urn with a light push.

Outside sat an old man. This old man was Wen Chao. Wen Chao let out a long sigh.

"What a sin..."

"It shouldn't be like this." Jiang Chun didn't understand what Wen Chao meant. There were many things she didn't understand now, but she didn't want to understand; she only instinctively craved flesh and wanted to tear open the fragile bodies of humans.

But only this old man.

A terrifying feeling came from his body. Every cell in her body told her that she had to obey this old man's orders, otherwise...

No, there was no "otherwise."

In her instinct, there wasn't even an option of not obeying orders.

Wen Chao didn't mind at all, rubbed Jiang Chun's blood-stained hair, and chatted with Jiang Chun unilaterally in a forlorn tone.

"In the first Fudi I experienced, I turned my wife into a zombie and thereby obtained the blessing of 'Nüba'..."

"At first, I didn't have any thoughts, because I felt that when a person died, it was the end."

"Everything I did to my wife was just a forced experiment. After the experiment ended, everything returned to dust and earth."

"But after that, I experienced another Fudi, and I gradually discovered that what I thought at first was wrong. After a person dies, it's not the end, but a new beginning..."

"So, I did indeed desecrate my wife's body and soul."

"I feel that she should forgive me, but I really have no way to confirm..."

When saying these words.

Wen Chao's train of thought was very smooth, and there was nostalgia in his eyes, as if these words hadn't been said for the first time. It was calm enough to be somewhat hair-raising...

Suddenly.

Wen Chao straightened Jiang Chun's face, looked at the face that was somewhat similar to his wife's when she was young, and asked.

"By the way, I have a very important question to ask you."

"How does it feel when you change into a zombie? Do you feel pain? If you don't feel pain, perhaps my wife didn't suffer pain either, and in that case, she would forgive me."

But Jiang Chun didn't answer, because she didn't know either.

Wen Chao kicked Jiang Chun away in disappointment.

"Sigh... why couldn't you live for a while longer? I really don't want you to die now. I can only find someone else to ask later whether becoming a zombie is painful."

"Go wash up; you're too dirty now."

After driving Jiang Chun away.

Wen Chao hunched his body and returned to the main house. His expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the main house.

Wu Xian opened his eyes, and his perception gradually spread.

He had hidden two playing cards in the coffin yesterday. His perception couldn't spread beyond the playing cards, but he could feel the state of the playing cards themselves.

As long as something touched the playing cards, Wu Xian could know immediately.

Before this.

Wu Xian had always had a doubt.

Where did the pale ghost shadow usually hide?

Did it disappear into thin air? Or was it always in the coffin, just that everyone didn't see it?

Slap, slap-slap...

Suddenly, Wu Xian perceived that something had touched the playing cards, and the contact was very frequent. The playing cards were frequently displaced, squeezed, and blown away, just like someone was disco-dancing in the coffin.

This was normal.

After all, there were five layers of 'Anger' marks stacked on that malevolent entity; it would be a ghost if it could stay quiet.

Only Wu Xian could test where the pale ghost shadow usually hid. If it were other ghost shadows, hiding honestly, there would really be no way to confirm the situation in the coffin through playing cards.

"Since I've confirmed its existence, it's time to toss it around a bit!"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows.

A void palm stretched out from one of the playing cards in the coffin...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 308 =====