Chapter 51

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's shadow was cast on the wall by the flashlight's beam, curvaceous and charming.

Bishuiwan Manor requires a bachelor's degree even to hire a security guard, so naturally, there are requirements for the appearance of waiters. Liu Yunzhi and Xie Yaoan's figures and looks are well above the average line; with a little makeup and beauty filters, they could go live-streaming to hook wealthy men.

In the hallway, the electrician's corpse that had been slumped on the ground stood straight up. The entire process did not use hands or feet at all, rising vertically like a city gate pulled up by ropes, straight as a javelin.

The ghost turned its head silently, its dead, lifeless gaze sweeping over Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's shadow, and lingered on the flashlight in Feng Yushu's hand for a few seconds.

As Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had observed earlier, when the distance to the light source is too close, the ghost's actions become cautious and slow. It fears light, but why does it fear light?

This is what Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe wants to figure out.

The ghost is, after all, just a ghost, not Taiyi, which possesses human identity and memories. After idling for a moment, it began to act according to the rules. Its body, straight as a gun, jumped high and landed heavily, its feet wearing spiked shoes hitting the ground with a crisp 'thud'.

Thud—

The place where Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood was not far from the corpse, just a few steps away. The ghost's jump covered more than half the distance, leaving less than a meter between it and Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe.

At such a close distance, both Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe and Feng Yushu could see the serious, working expression on the electrician's face, his focused eyes seeming to be examining something, yet seeming to see nothing at all.

Feng Yushu gripped the flashlight tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the straight-bodied corpse before her, afraid that missing even a single frame of the action process would lead to missing any details.

Under Feng Yushu's gaze, the ghost jumped again.

This jump took it from the darkness of the hallway into the range of the flashlight's beam, and a thick, ink-black shadow was cast onto the wall just like that.

The electrician possessed by the ghost was not tall, a small person under 1.7 meters, but the shadow at his feet presented a massive, ferocious appearance that did not match his physique. This contrast far exceeded the scope of the light angle, dragging a deep, pitch-black patch on the wall, and the terrifying, jagged outline at the edge of the shadow did not match the corpse's own posture at all.

This did not look like the electrician's own shadow at all, but more like a fierce, evil ghost crawling on the ground.

The flashlight's light started from Feng Yushu's body and shone forward, but the shadow of this evil ghost did not extend forward along the direction of the light, but rather, like a pitch-black arrowhead with barbs, pointed squarely at Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe.

To be precise, it pointed at the shadow of Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe cast on the wall.

Subsequently, the ghost jumped again.

The corpse, straight as a javelin, leaped high and landed heavily, its legs together like the tip of a long spear, piercing a patch of pitch-black on the ground.

The ghost stepped on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's shadow.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe died.

"Is this the ghost's way of killing? If the shadow is stepped on, one will die?" Feng Yushu was horrified in her heart, and without the slightest delay, she turned off the flashlight's power, and the hallway immediately plunged into darkness.

With a 'thump', Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's body fell. Liu Yunzhi's soft body leaned against the wall, the waiter's uniform on her body quickly disappeared, and the flesh-colored silk stockings wrapping her legs turned back into Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's trousers.

"Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, are you alright?" Feng Yushu asked hurriedly.

"Just lost one life, how big of a deal could it be." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe supported himself against the wall with both hands, wanting to stand up, but just as he rose, he fell again: "Ah, damn..."

Feng Yushu looked panicked, anxiously watching Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, whose state was clearly wrong, and couldn't help but glance a few times at the electrician's corpse that was still standing motionless in place.

The ghost was still standing there, not having left yet.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe struggled, not yet having climbed up.

Feng Yushu was completely unable to understand the current situation: "Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, you, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, just a little... side effect, the side effect of Taiyi." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe panted: "I need a little time to recover, recover... Auntie, you go kill this ghost, you go end all of this."

"Eh... eh?" Feng Yushu was stunned: "I go kill the ghost? Really or fake..."

"Really, while it hasn't left yet, time waits for no one." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's voice grew weaker: "Go quickly, kill it, in the way it killed me..."

"It... the way it killed you?" Feng Yushu still couldn't quite react.

"Have you ever played the game of stepping on shadows?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's voice was faint, trembling slightly as he said: "Two children each hold up one leg, and use the remaining leg to hop around and step on the other's shadow."

"Whoever's shadow is stepped on is considered dead. This is the rule of this ghost, isn't it incredible? It's just that simple."

Simple enough that it required one's life to test.

"But..." Feng Yushu wanted to ask more, but this time, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe did not answer her.

The hallway was silent, so quiet that one could hear the sound of one's own heartbeat. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe leaned against the wall, unconscious; the ghost stood by the wall, motionless; only Feng Yushu remained, holding the flashlight in her hand, at a loss.

Watching time pass second by second, the ghost was about to leave, and the time window left for her was running out.

Feng Yushu bit her lip tightly, her left hand trembling as she placed the flashlight on the windowsill and turned on the power switch.

The moment the white light shot out, that ferocious evil ghost appeared on the wall again. It seemed to have discovered something, its massive, hateful form shrinking rapidly the moment the light turned on, as if it wanted to shrink back under the soles of the electrician's corpse, but the prepared had the advantage over the unprepared.

A layout made in advance can be faster than the ghost's retreat from the rules.

Before the ghost disappeared, Feng Yushu's feet stepped on its head, just like a long spear piercing armor, piercing through this thick ink that stained the night sky.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The massive and ferocious pitch-black shadow struggled and convulsed under Feng Yushu's feet, its limbs twisted into an inhuman shape, like a live snake nailed to the wall, and it seemed to be emitting some kind of shrill, miserable scream that ordinary people could not hear.

The scene before her was absurd, eerie, yet carried a certain unspeakable profanity and curiosity, making Feng Yushu not dare to move at all.

That evil ghost, convulsing and twisting on the ground under her feet, was like a god undergoing torture...

Feng Yushu did not know why such a thought suddenly appeared in her mind; it was completely baseless, yet this thought indeed arose, incomparably clear.

The flashlight's light shone on the silent hallway. Feng Yushu saw that under her feet, on this beautiful marble floor, her own shadow was gradually disappearing, rippling and dissipating like foam in water.

The evil ghost stepped under her feet also gradually stopped struggling at this time, returning to that massive and ferocious terrifying posture. Its feet connected with Feng Yushu's feet, and its terrifying limbs imitated Feng Yushu, assuming a posture similar to hers, as if it had truly become her shadow.

The ghost died.

The moment the ghost was killed, Feng Yushu knew its name: "Te Rang...?"

What a strange name.

"Right, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe!" Feng Yushu hurriedly squatted down, cupping Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's face with both hands, wanting to check his condition, but the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared before her eyes.

On Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's face was someone else's face.

"Zhang Yangxu?" Feng Yushu recognized the features on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's face: a full forehead, flat cheekbones, and upright, rugged features—it was exactly Zhang Yangxu.

But the next moment, his features changed again, from a dignified, hard-line middle-aged man to a female face with gentle lines; that was Liu Yunzhi's face.

After Liu Yunzhi came Old Li, then another person Feng Yushu did not know. Different images of different people flashed back and forth on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's body; his physique and appearance changed constantly in a short period, jumping back and forth, just like film footage that frequently stutters and reverses.

Broken pixels drifted out from Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's body. Feng Yushu screamed, discovering that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's neck was covered in dark green snake scales.

"Serpent God?" Feng Yushu's voice began to tremble.

The next moment, those snake scales turned into a hazy mass of smoke, formless and shapeless, arising and ceasing without void.

The features on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's face changed constantly; curved long horns grew from the top of his head. His left hand was the thick, dark appearance of a man, while his right hand was as fair and tender as a woman's. The charm of a woman and the ruggedness of a man appeared on him simultaneously—chaotic, noisy, with no center.

A hoarse voice, whose gender could not be distinguished, came from Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's mouth, as if spanning thousands of years of long time: "Who... am I?" — Volume One: The Guest Who Ascends the Tower.

Finished.

(End of chapter)