Chapter 148

Ma Zhen's sudden appearance terrified the two sanitation workers.

Especially the rolling eyeballs all over his body, which produced a slight reflection when hit by the light in the darkness, making it even more frightening.

All his clothes had been torn to shreds by an external force, and he was now completely naked.

But those dense, packed eyeballs seemed to have re-woven an alternative robe for him.

His legs stepped on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

"Holy crap, a ghost!"

The two were so scared they stumbled, falling directly into the sewer canal, their faces pale as they scrambled backward.

This thing—let alone seeing it in a pitch-black sewer like this, even walking on the street would scare someone to death.

The two scrambled to grab the iron ladder to climb up, and light gradually appeared.

At the same time.

Rain began to fall from the sky, and it grew heavier and heavier.

Ma Zhen reached out, his throat hoarse: "Save me... call the police..."

But at this moment, a few eyeballs were frantically squeezing inside his throat, causing his speech to be slurred; coupled with this terrifying appearance, no one would listen to him anyway.

The two had already climbed out, not even having time to pack their things, and turned to run.

Ma Zhen twisted his body, climbing upward with great difficulty.

Severely wounded, even the blood he spat out was mixed with a few eyeballs.

"Damn it, both ghosts inside me are starting to revive; I can't hold on much longer."

"Su Jinlong is a real idiot; where the hell did he send me?"

In his current condition, he must rush to the laboratory to get a shot of Spirit Potion or use some Ghost Artifact to suppress them.

Otherwise, let alone the Wasteland Eye, even his own two spirits would revive, and he would have no chance of survival.

The world before his eyes began to spin; he reached out with great difficulty to grab the iron ladder, moving his body up bit by bit.

Whoosh—

Raindrops fell onto his head; he had no hair left, and his head was covered in Wasteland Eyes.

The moment the rain landed on the eyes, all the Wasteland Gazes seemed to be affected, closing to varying degrees.

There seemed to be a strange aura in this rainwater.

Furthermore, this rainwater seemed capable of drilling into the Wasteland Eyes and then invading his body, resonating with the two spirits inside him.

This strange feeling was like someone else was controlling your body.

You could feel it; it could cause your internal organs to undergo a feedback loop.

He finally climbed out of the sewer and collapsed in the middle of the alley.

People walked past from time to time, but none noticed his situation.

Until a person holding a newspaper to hide from the rain stood under the eaves: "Damn it, what's with this rain? It just comes when it wants; it wasn't raining on the street in front, but suddenly it's raining here. This is ridiculous."

After grumbling, he looked back and happened to see Ma Zhen.

His pupils shrank in horror, his body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

On the street, anyone who saw Ma Zhen's current appearance would be startled—a monster covered in eyeballs!

"Holy crap, what kind of ghost thing is this!" He was so scared his whole body was trembling.

Ma Zhen hurriedly reached out, kneeling on the ground to beg for help, hoping he would call the police! Suddenly.

While the two were struggling, a folk song came from nearby.

The folk song was very loud and very eerie, echoing through the alleyway.

It was as if they were standing in an empty valley.

The person whose legs had gone weak from fear didn't know what this was; he just kept shivering, trying to support his body to crawl away, but his body was like a pile of mud, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up.

But Ma Zhen was different.

The moment he heard this folk song, the eyeballs all over his body suddenly closed.

The two spirits inside him shuddered violently, just like a normal person's heartbeat suddenly skipping a beat.

He suddenly raised his head: "Damn it... am I this lucky? Encountering a spirit while severely wounded?" Ordinary people couldn't feel it, but he was different; he had felt something was wrong since the rain started, and now, the folk song arrived.

This wasn't ordinary rain at all; this was Ghost Energy!

This was the power of a Ghost Rule!

"It's over!" Ma Zhen gritted his teeth, forcing his body to move forward: "Call the police..."

Opening his large mouth, eyeballs rapidly spread to occupy every inch of flesh.

He bit down hard, tearing the eyeballs apart, then gasped for air to shout the words "call the police," while simultaneously dragging his body to force a turn and leave.

"Huh?" The man who had been scared limp was stunned: "Did he just say call the police? Is he human?"

While he was confused, a black shadow appeared in the sky; that dark cloud was so strange.

He took out his phone, but it just buzzed—there was no signal at all.

Following that, he stood up and watched Ma Zhen's twisting body; Ma Zhen was heading toward the middle of the road—he wanted to go where there were more people.

This was his only chance of survival.

Suddenly.

The man saw the ground behind Ma Zhen; that patch of ground trembled, like a stone dropped into water, sending out a trembling ripple.

He listened carefully.

How could there be a folk song in a place like this?

Who listens to folk songs normally? This song sounded like it was a hundred years old, something only fishermen in old places would sing.

Moreover, the singing seemed to be coming from the ground; yes! It was the ground.

Immediately after.

As the folk song continued, a bamboo pole appeared on the ground that was rippling like waves—a long bamboo pole.

It grew longer and longer, and then a bamboo hat, a lotus pod, and a person—slowly, everything appeared.

A fisherman holding a bamboo pole and standing on a bamboo raft paddled out from the stone-paved ground.

Seeing this, the man was so scared his mouth almost lost control; he hurriedly covered his mouth and retreated behind a trash can.

The hair all over his body stood on end.

He paddled the bamboo raft, heading toward Ma Zhen from behind.

Ma Zhen seemed to notice, but he didn't look back, only quickening his pace to move forward.

But slowly, he found his feet becoming heavier and heavier.

Looking down, his feet had actually sunk into the ground; what he was stepping on was no longer the road, but a pool of water, and his body was constantly sinking.

He went faster and faster, and faster.

But no matter how fast he went, his body didn't move forward; instead, it was moving backward.

The boatman threw the bamboo pole in his hand toward Ma Zhen.

Ma Zhen's body shuddered violently, and then a wave of pain came from his throat.

It seemed like a fishhook had pierced the back of his neck and hung in his throat.

Immediately, the boatman began to pull hard, and Ma Zhen's body suddenly fell over, lying on the water surface as he was dragged over.

All the Wasteland Gazes on Ma Zhen's body closed; he was also gathering his strength.

The moment his body neared the bamboo raft and his head hit it, Ma Zhen suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly reached out both hands to strike his chest.

Splat—

The Wasteland Eye located on his chest was smashed, and green liquid flew everywhere.

He struck again violently.

Boom—

This time, he finally struck his second ghost.

(End of chapter)