Chapter 217: Ghost Possession

A cat fell from the treetop, its four furry paws landing on the ground. Ning Zhe rolled on the ground, drilled into the warehouse where ballpoint pen refills were piled up, and disappeared in a flash.

Bang—

The sound of porcelain shattering came from the steps outside the warehouse. Ning Zhe lay on the ground and looked out from under the door crack, seeing a pile of broken porcelain shards emitting moist heat, and the fragrance of tea leaves permeated the air.

The prison guard outside cursed "damn it" in a low voice and turned to get a broom to sweep up the teacup that had shattered all over the floor. The freshly brewed tea had fallen to the ground before he could even take a sip.

"It seems this prison guard's luck is not very good either..."

Ning Zhe drilled out of the warehouse and turned into a sparrow, standing on a protruding wooden board under the eaves, staring eye-to-eye with the swallows in the swallow nest on the side.

At the warehouse entrance, the prison guard had just finished cleaning up the broken porcelain shards all over the floor when the walkie-talkie hanging on his left chest suddenly rang:

"Me? I'm in the warehouse, what's wrong?"

"What? Understood, I'm going now."

The prison guard hurried away.

Ning Zhe kicked the swallow that was trying to climb out back into the nest and followed the hurried, messy footsteps of this unlucky prison guard, coming with him to the male prison of this prison.

The prison of Chenyu Valley Prison is divided into 5 floors. The 1st floor is where prison guards work and rest, and the 2nd floor and above are single cells for prisoners to sleep in. Each cell has an average area of no more than 3 square meters, one next to the other, like a large honeycomb cast from reinforced concrete.

Following the prison guard to the cell door, the alarm in the cell was ringing at this time, but the sound was not very urgent. It was not an emergency alarm for a prison break or a prisoner riot, but a secondary sudden situation.

Ning Zhe stood at the door and waited for a while. Several prison guards and medical staff carried a stretcher out from inside. On the stretcher was an aging man covered in blood, his hands handcuffed, and his legs tied up tightly.

His hair was gray, his expression twisted, and his eyes were red. Even though he was pressed down by several prison guards working together, he was still restless, twisting, shouting, and constantly making strange "ah ah" noises.

Ning Zhe looked carefully. Isn't this Old Li? What is he going crazy about in the middle of the night?

A young prison guard tried to cover Old Li's mouth to stop him from continuing to shout and affect other prisoners. Just as his hand reached out, the old prison guard next to him realized it was inappropriate and wanted to pull him, but it was too late.

"Ah ah ah... ah ah ah!"

Old Li's face flushed red, and he bit the young prison guard's hand. His teeth, yellowed by years of smoking, pierced deeply into the tender flesh of his palm like a nail rake. The scream and the sound of flesh being torn rang out at the same time, drowning out the alarm in the cell for a time.

"Electric baton! Electric baton!"

The experienced old prison guard quickly pulled an electric baton from his colleague's belt—it was too slow to pull the one on his own waist now—and turned on the switch. The electrified baton poked directly into the prisoner's stomach, and Old Li, who was tied up, immediately began to convulse all over.

"Ugh ee—!"

The scream from Old Li's throat was even more shrill. The old prison guard released the electric baton in time to avoid electrocuting him to death, but the prisoner's mouth biting the young prison guard's hand still didn't loosen.

"Damn, is this old guy a dog? Electrocute him again!"

The switch of the electric baton was turned on again, and the scene just now was repeated, and then repeated again. Cold sweat began to flow down the old prison guard's face. Even though he turned the power of the electric baton to the maximum, Old Li still didn't mean to loosen his mouth at all. His old teeth were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the young prison guard on the side was bleeding profusely, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

Did this old guy get rabies?!

"Ugh! —Ugh ah ah ah—!!"

A strange laughter, uglier than crying, suddenly came from Old Li's throat. His legs, which were pressed down by several prison guards working together, suddenly stood up like a spring pressed to the bottom. The old prison guard's hand loosened, and the stretcher fell to the ground. Thump—

Old Li fell headfirst onto the ground heavily, his mouth tightly biting a piece of blurred tissue, with blood vessels and hand tendons torn down alive. The young prison guard knelt on the ground with a twisted expression, screaming in pain.

"Damn, didn't you guys eat?! You can't even hold down an old guy!" The old prison guard turned his head angrily and froze in place.

He saw several prison guards lying on the ground in a mess. They were the ones responsible for holding down Old Li's legs just now. However, these prison guards had lost consciousness, their pupils were dilated, their bodies were stiff, and they lay on the ground motionless.

They were dead.

"You... you guys..." The old prison guard's voice was trembling. At this moment, he finally understood that what had just happened seemed far from "a prisoner suddenly going crazy."

Thump—

It was the sound of a head hitting the concrete floor heavily. The old prison guard turned his head tremblingly and saw a pair of tied-up legs pointing straight at the sky.

Old Li was head down, legs up, and like a checker on a chessboard, he "jumped" over here with a head.

"Ah ah ah ah—!!"

The old prison guard was shocked, didn't even have time to pick up the electric baton that fell to the ground, and ran away.

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Thump—

Old Li turned around and jumped toward the young prison guard kneeling on the ground.

The next moment, the young prison guard died.

"A ghost..."

Ning Zhe, standing on the eaves, shook his wings, lowered his head, and met Old Li's gaze on the ground, seeing a pair of bloodshot, red eyes. There was no rationality or meaningful look in Old Li's eyes, not even emotion; there was only violence and irritability like a mad rabies patient, and the smell of fresh blood permeated the air.

Thump—

Old Li "jumped" forward again. Even Ning Zhe, standing on the eaves, could clearly smell the fishy, sweet blood smell on him, and the dangerous feeling that was close at hand.

Ning Zhe glanced at the prison guard's corpse on the ground and understood one thing without thinking: "He is possessed by a ghost."

And not an ordinary ghost, but a fierce ghost with extremely strong aggressiveness.

Ning Zhe roughly divides ghosts into two categories: gentle ordinary ghosts and aggressive fierce ghosts.

Gentle ghosts, represented by: Taiyi, Zhaoyou, Plague God... The rules of this kind of ghost are relatively gentle and will not directly threaten human life. Even if someone accidentally enters the range covered by this ghost's rules, they will not easily encounter fatal danger.

Aggressive fierce ghosts, represented by: Te-Rang, Crazy Fire, Wealth Wu Tong... The common point of this type of ghost is that it has extremely strong aggressiveness and attack power. Even if a person has not actively violated the rules or entered its influence range, the ghost will wander around with a purpose under the drive of its own rules and actively look for people to kill.

Obviously, the ghost possessing Old Li is an out-and-out...

Murderous fierce ghost.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 218 =====