Chapter 162: Wooden Man

Walking up the stairs, Ning Zhe pressed the back of his hand against Xiao Ke's neck for a few seconds before letting go.

The cold flesh had no temperature; the blood in the vessels had long since stopped flowing. The pulse had stopped, the breathing had vanished. The person riding on top of the "Deeply Shen Qingge" was not a living person, but a corpse.

But why would the shadow of a corpse appear in the Strange World's field of vision?

A human body that has lost its life is just a piece of rotting meat; in nature, it is no different from the stones by the roadside or the utility poles by the street. The Strange World can distinguish whether the owner of a shadow has life, and that is where the problem lies.

Xiao Ke, before them, had absolutely no vital signs; this was a corpse, yet this corpse was still judged by the Strange World as a "living person."

Is this dead, but not completely dead?

Or did the Strange World's judgment make a mistake?

Ning Zhe thought for a moment, braced Xiao Ke's shoulders with both hands, and laboriously lifted her up, intending to move her to the side.

Feng Yushu was a leisurely noblewoman who never did any manual labor; after decades of being pampered, she had done no exercise other than yoga, and her physical strength was only slightly better than that of a shut-in girl who spent her days in a dark room playing games.

Seeing him struggling to move her, Xia Yubing stepped forward to help. A woman with eight-pack abs is indeed different; she lifted Xiao Ke's corpse to the side with one hand as if she were picking up a kitten.

Ning Zhe looked at Xia Yubing's two-meter height and her arm circumference, which was almost thicker than Feng Yushu's calf, and felt that even if he used his own body to arm-wrestle Xia Yubing, he would very likely lose.

Xia Yubing, meanwhile, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Ning Zhe's full, round, trembling chest, her gaze lingering above the snow-white collarbone, thinking to herself how this person's skin could be as tender as a peeled boiled egg.

Moving Xiao Ke's corpse aside, Ning Zhe rummaged through "Shenzhen's Number One Deeply Affectionate's" belongings and finally found his ID card in the gap between his phone and the phone case.

"Shenzhen's Number One Deeply Affectionate," nicknamed Deeply Shen Qingge, real name Shen Qing; in a sense, he lived up to his name.

"Look, there are scars on his neck." Xia Yubing whispered.

Ning Zhe nodded: "I see."

The collar of Deeply Shen Qingge Shen Qing was stained with spots of blood. Several nail scratches above his collarbone had already scabbed over, and several clear finger marks and palm prints remained on his neck, directly pinched out by someone's hand.

"I thought he fainted from pleasure; turns out he was choked."

Ning Zhe thought that giving this person mouth-to-mouth resuscitation with the aunt's small mouth might be letting him off too easily, so he switched to the tall and burly fitness coach Lin Zhiyuan. A pair of powerful hands flipped Shen Qing's body over, letting him lie on his knees with his butt in the air and his face down. After clearing the vomit that had backflowed into his trachea, he began to perform CPR on him.

After having three ribs pressed until they broke, Shen Qing finally woke up.

Shen Qing's memory seemed to be stuck at the stage of being ridden by Xiao Ke; his consciousness was still somewhat chaotic. He felt himself lying in a pair of warm, powerful arms, feeling a sense of safety, but he felt a bit cold in his lower body, as if he weren't wearing pants.

Opening his eyes hazily, he vaguely saw a muscular man in a tank top, who even seemed to be wearing an earring.

"You're awake?" Lin Zhiyuan's magnetic, deep voice came from Ning Zhe's throat.

"Holy shit!"

Shen Qing was startled as if he had seen a ghost, struggling to break free from Ning Zhe's embrace, rolling and crawling away. The pain of his broken ribs surged up at this moment, making his face deathly pale.

Why did the beautiful girl riding on him a second ago turn into a muscular man the next second!

Ning Zhe didn't rush to change his body back to Feng Yushu's appearance, but continued to ask Shen Qing in Lin Zhiyuan's voice: "I need to know what you experienced after entering this town; tell me everything, in detail."

"Who the fuck are you! This is inexplicable..."

Shen Qing, who had just woken up, was emotionally agitated and his mind wasn't very clear. He wanted to curse this person, but the next second he saw Ning Zhe's robust muscles that were almost bursting the tank top. "Ah, ah haha, of course, happy to... but can, can you let me put on my pants first?" Shen Qing said with a forced smile.

Ning Zhe didn't speak, handing the suit jacket and pants hanging on the stair railing to Shen Qing.

While putting on his pants, Shen Qing also noticed Xia Yubing, who was standing with her back to him and Ning Zhe, dressing Xiao Ke. He stole a glance at Xiao Ke's bloodless, pale face, his expression strange.

"Xia Chong? Why are you here too." Shen Qing asked tentatively: "And who is this big brother next to you?"

Xia Yubing thought for a moment: "He... is someone from the outside."

A very general answer, but Xia Yubing didn't know how to explain it specifically, so she just gave up.

"Speak quickly, I'm in a hurry." Ning Zhe said indifferently: "What exactly happened to you here?"

Shen Qing didn't dare to delay, enduring his lingering fear of Xiao Ke's corpse, and began to speak: "Uh, at the time, I had just come out of the pool at the foot of the Four-Faced Buddha, saying I wanted to find a good angle for the viewers in the stream to see the full view of the Buddha statue..."

Deeply Shen Qingge was slippery by nature and far less fierce than Xia Yubing. He yielded to Ning Zhe's might without hesitation, pouring out his previous experiences without reservation.

Leaving the foot of the Four-Faced Buddha—entering the small building—walking up the stairs—hearing Xiao Ke's footsteps upstairs—being pushed down by the neither-human-nor-ghost Xiao Ke, and waking up to the present.

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If Ning Zhe had come a little later, he might have been suffocated to death by his own vomit blocking his trachea.

"That's about it." Shen Qing said, rubbing his chin: "When I first saw Xiao Ke, she seemed to be a dead person already. But why can a dead person still move?"

Not only can she move, but she could also force herself on him...

Heaven have mercy, he really didn't betray his wife; he was forced.

"Wait!" Xia Yubing suddenly noticed a blind spot: "You mean, when you entered this building, the living room here was empty, with nothing in it?"

Shen Qing nodded blankly: "Yeah, before going upstairs, I specifically used my flashlight to scan the entire first-floor living room to show the viewers in the stream; there was nothing inside, it was empty."

"Really nothing?" Xia Yubing's expression became strange: "You didn't see the four statues standing in the corners of the living room?"

"Ah?" Shen Qing was stunned: "What statues?"

Xia Yubing and Ning Zhe looked at each other, and without another word, they hurriedly walked down the stairs with the bewildered Shen Qing toward the living room.

But before they reached the first floor, the three of them were forced to stop their descent, and a silent scene came into view.

At the foot of the stairs on the first floor, four white human figures stood quietly. The four stone statues, dressed in traditional jackets and trousers, were gathered under the stairs, their round, pleasing faces wearing fawning, annoying smiles, looking upstairs without moving.

Stared at fixedly by the lifeless, stiff gazes of the four stone statues, Xia Yubing felt cold all over, the hair on her back standing on end, and even her legs felt a bit weak.

She had a premonition that if she had come down any later... these "people" might have already climbed up the steps toward them.

"One, two, three~ Wooden Man."

Ning Zhe made such an inappropriate, terrifying joke without any sense of humor.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 163 =====