Chapter 307 Jiang Chun's Death
Like most people in the world.

Jiang Chun is just an ordinary person.

An ordinary family, ordinary studies, an ordinary job. My dream is to find a boyfriend with slightly better conditions and have a perfect family in the future.

After entering the blessed land, she has been trying hard to survive.

But due to her limited abilities, she could only rely on Wen Chao's help to barely survive. She knew that there was something wrong with the way the old man looked at her, but in order to survive, all she could do was not to try to please him.

But in this jar.

Even Wen Chao couldn't help her.

She spread out her ten fingers, and the nail covers on her fingers could easily hurt the evil spirit, but her body was too small, and even if she used all her strength, she was easily controlled by the evil spirit.

An accident.

She was pressed on the back by the other person's big hand.

The enormous force prevented her from even getting up, and the nail covers on her hands could not reach the hands behind her. The evil spirit had forced her into a dead end.

The pale ghost smiled grimly.

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

Then the palm gradually increased its strength, squeezing the air in Jiang Chun's chest. Every time Jiang Chun exhaled, she could not breathe it back. Her resistance became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness became gradually blurred.

Jiang Chun could only watch himself gradually approach death.

Fear, horror, despair... the adrenaline is rushing, but it's all meaningless and the cruel reality cannot be easily reversed.

Click!

Jiang Chun's sternum was pressed until it cracked, and a horrible pain came over him. Blood spurted out of his mouth and his heart stopped beating.

The pale ghost took his hand away.

This woman is already dead. All she needs to do next is absorb Jiang Chun's flesh to turn from pale to colorful, walk in the sun as a human being, and enjoy another kind of pleasure.

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

Everything that Jiang Chun had experienced since childhood flowed into the pale ghost's mind. All the memories were very clear, except for one part that was extremely vague.

No matter how the ghost explored, it could not clear the fog of memory. It was this part of memory that led Jiang Chun here and caused Jiang Chun to have that strange nail cover.

But it doesn't matter. As long as she has some memory, it is enough for her to disguise herself.

While analyzing the memory, the pale ghost did not notice that the body of the dead Jiang Chun was gradually changing. His fingers and toes were scratching unconsciously, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and there seemed to be something wriggling in his mouth.

soon.

The memory is digested.

The ghost picked up Jiang Chun, who was as petite as a child, and prepared to put his mouth to mouth to absorb all the essence of Jiang Chun's body.

The two faces gradually approached.

suddenly!

Jiang Chun opened his eyes.

There were no pupils in those eyes, only paleness!
The bloody red lips suddenly opened, and four sharp fangs appeared!

"This……"

Before the pale ghost could react, Jiang Chun's petite body burst out with powerful strength. She broke free from the pale ghost's hands and pounced on the ghost's neck and started tearing it.

The ghost struggled hard.

But after all, she is just a larger version of Jiang Chun.

It was okay to bully Jiang Chun, a shrunken woman, but he was unable to deal with a monster more terrifying than her.

finally.

The ghost Jiang Chun lay powerlessly in the jar, her chest torn open, her lifeless eyes looking to the side, the little Jiang Chun was lying on her chest, devouring her flesh and blood frantically...

I do not know how long it has been.

There was only a skeleton left in the jar, which was slowly disappearing. Jiang Chun climbed to the top of the bones and opened the lid of the jar with a light push.

There was an old man sitting outside. His name was Wen Chao. Wen Chao let out a long sigh.

"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 right now, but she didn't want to understand. She just instinctively craved flesh and blood and wanted to tear apart the fragile human body.

But only this old man.

A terrifying feeling came over her body, and every cell in her body was telling her that she had to obey the old man's orders, otherwise...

No, not at all.

There wasn't even the option of disobeying orders in her instinct.

Wen Chaohao rubbed Jiang Chun's blood-stained hair without any disgust, and started a one-sided chat with Jiang Chun in a melancholy tone.

"In the first blessed land I visited, I turned my wife into a zombie, and thus received the blessing of 'Nüba'..."

"At first I didn't really have any thoughts, because I thought that when a person dies, that's the end."

"Everything I did to my wife was just an experiment that I had to do. After the experiment is over, everything will return to dust."

"But after that, I experienced another blessed land, and I gradually discovered that what I thought at first was wrong. Death is not the end, but a new beginning..."

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

"I think she will forgive me, but I really can't confirm it..."

when saying these words.

Wen Chao's thoughts flowed smoothly, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia, as if he had said these words many times before, and his calmness was a little eerie...

suddenly.

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

"By the way, I have an important question for you."

"How does it feel to be transformed into a zombie? Do you feel pain? If you don't feel pain, maybe my wife hasn't suffered either, and she will forgive me."

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

Wen Chao kicked Jiang Chun away in disappointment.

"Ah... why can't you live a little longer? I really don't want you to die now. I can only ask someone later if it's painful to become a zombie."

"Go wash up, you are too dirty now."

After driving Jiang Chun away.

Wen Chao returned to the main house with a hunched back. His face looked very calm, as if nothing had happened.

……

Inside the main house.

Wu Xian opened his eyes and his perception gradually spread.

He hid two playing cards in the coffin yesterday. His perception could not extend beyond the playing cards, but he could feel the state of the playing cards themselves.

As long as something touches the poker, Wu Xian will know it immediately.

before this.

Wu Xian has always had a doubt.

Where does the pale ghost usually hide?

Did it disappear out of thin air?
Or has it always been in the coffin, but no one has seen it?

Bang, bang...

Suddenly, Wu Xian felt that something was touching the poker, and the touching was very frequent. The poker was frequently moved, squeezed, and blown away, just like someone was dancing in the coffin.

this is normal.

After all, the evil spirit had five layers of "anger" marks on its body, so it would be a miracle if he could calm down.

Only Wu Xian could test out where the pale ghost usually hides. If it were other ghosts, they would hide honestly and it would be impossible to confirm the situation in the coffin through playing cards.

"Now that we've confirmed its existence, it's time to tinker with it a bit!"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows.

A disembodied hand stretched out from a playing card in the coffin...

(End of this chapter)