Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming stared at the system interface for a while.

The progress bar for unknown knowledge is still slowly increasing.

It seems that Su Ming will only be able to know what kind of knowledge it is after it has been increased proportionally to a certain extent.

As for now.

First, go and fix the damaged road signs.

He took out his phone and carefully reviewed the materials Zhou Zhengyang had sent him earlier.

"Nishinari City."

He silently memorized the name of the city.

Whether Lin Jiajia's speculation is accurate or not, we'll find out by asking her in the future.

Install the phone.

Su Ming smiled at Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu, then swaggered toward the damaged road sign.

After Su Ming walked away.

Wen Qi's gaze fell on Shen Wanyu.

Her voice was as calm as a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotion.

"You noticed, didn't you?"

"Abnormal emotions."

She pointed to her forehead: "I can clearly sense the abnormality in my own emotions."

"I shouldn't have developed these feelings for Su Ming."

"But, it just happened."

"It influences me every moment." Wen Qi paused for a moment, "Like knowledge that is forcibly drilled into my brain."

"An anomaly that you can clearly perceive, but cannot control."

"The more you suppress it, the more painful it becomes; once it rebounds, the stronger the force will be."

"I don't know where these feelings come from, but I can't control them."

"I think about him every moment, every second now."

I love him a little more each day than the day before.

"I love you so much that I have to use the framework of my human self from my previous life to maintain my rationality and prevent myself from losing control."

"Because every time I think about how he will disappear after he dies, even just thinking about it, I am filled with deep fear."

Wen Qi gave a smile that was hardly a smile.

Behind what Su Ming couldn't see, deep in her eyes lay an extreme fear of "loss".

"I've always hated being love-struck; I think it's a genetic defect."

"But now... I'm gradually turning into the very thing I used to hate the most."

"Shen Wanyu, you must be just like me."

Shen Wanyu stood up straight, and blood formed lines of bloody characters on the ground.

"Same."

"Abnormal emotions, a conscious descent into depravity."

"Like an anglerfish."

Do you recognize this fish?

How could Wen Qi not know this?

It's a fish that lives in the deep sea.

The female fish can grow to about one meter in length, while the male fish is very small, only a few centimeters long.

However, it is almost impossible for a male fish to survive alone.

They must attach themselves to the female fish.

If the female fish dies, the male fish will not live long either.

It is the most extreme parasitic relationship, a fateful bondage, an inescapable symbiosis.

Shen Wanyu continued writing with her blood, the characters becoming increasingly urgent and dense.

"Our relationship with Su Ming is now transforming into this parasitic relationship."

"Uncontrollable, unescapable, unresistable."

"From the moment we first killed Su Ming, we had no way out."

"The scariest thing is that even though I know my own feelings are abnormal."

"Given Su Ming's personality, if I were to beg him to let me go, he might agree, or he might not."

"But I can't say it."

"Once you experience the feeling of your heart being filled, it's hard to bear the loneliness of an empty heart."

Even if this is filled with abnormalities and its future is uncertain, nothing can stop it in the slightest.

Shen Wanyu clutched her chest, the words formed by the blood flowing faster and faster, reflecting the turmoil in her emotions.

"I can't bear to part with it."

"I can't bear to part with it."

"I can't bear to part with it."

She used the word "reluctant" three times in a row.

The handwriting, layered upon layered, reveals a deep-seated obsession and struggle.

Just as Wen Qi said.

I know perfectly well that this feeling is abnormal.

They were fully aware of the consequences of their decadence.

Yet, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of breaking free, and could only let himself sink deeper and deeper into despair.

Wen Qi stared at the three shocking blood-red characters on the ground, his voice filled with confusion.

"If I had never seen the sun, I might have endured the darkness."

"But now, the sun shines on my loneliness, making it even more desolate."

"Have you heard of this short poem by Emily Dickinson?"

At the same time, a loud noise came from the damaged road sign.

Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu vanished instantly.

The blood-red characters on the ground were blown away by the wind, as if they had never existed.

On the other side, as Su Ming walked straight toward the damaged road sign, a pale, ghostly hand suddenly emerged from the soil.

The ghost hand grabbed his ankle.

Su Ming lost his balance and slammed his head hard into the road sign pole.

With a loud crack, blood gushed out from the head, and even the pole was dented in a large chunk.

That loud bang.

Even the half-dead corpse in the soil was stunned.

It only scratched Su Ming once.

How could he have been hit so badly?

It's as if it deliberately rushed over, determined to crash headfirst into the pole and die.

A small head, a big question.

But the doubts were quickly suppressed by fear.

Because the next second, two extremely terrifying figures suddenly descended.

The mere pressure of its breath nearly brought it to the brink of collapse.

I thought those two figures were just passing by.

Unexpectedly, the female ghost in the blue and white school uniform appeared right next to the man who had crashed into the railing and hugged him tightly.

Then, he exuded a terrifying aura, his black eyes turned blood-red, and his black hair danced wildly behind him.

Another headless female ghost dressed in a black dress, with blood gushing out like waves.

Within the blood-red waves, it seemed as if thousands of eyes were staring intently at it.

The half-dead body was no longer just in a state of collapse, but in a state of despair.

It opened its mouth, trembling, and explained, "No...it wasn't me."

"I only lightly grabbed him, how could he have been hit so badly?"

"I…"

The half-dead corpse approached Su Ming, wanting to check on his condition.

But Su Ming was being held by Wen Qi, so it didn't even have the right to get close.

At this moment, all it could do was kowtow repeatedly in Su Ming's direction, pleading, "Brother, big brother, please wake up!"

"Please explain to your wives, I really only lightly grabbed you."

"I didn't even extend my ghostly claws."

"I really didn't mean to."

Good guy.

His head was so hard that it left afterimages.

Amidst the desperate cries of the half-dead corpse, Su Ming weakly opened his eyes.

Then, trembling, he pointed at the half-dead corpse: "It...it's trying to kill me!"

The half-dead corpse froze for a second.

He let out a desperate, devastated roar: "Brother, don't lie to yourself!"

"I really only scratched you lightly."

"I didn't even use my strength."

Su Ming's voice grew increasingly weak as he asked, his voice barely audible, "Then...why did you capture me?"

The half-dead corpse was suddenly rendered speechless.

Arresting him is obviously to harm him.

Su Ming ignored the half-dead body, gripped Wen Qi's hand tightly, and spoke forcefully.

It sounded like he was giving his last words.

"Sister, if...if I die, let it...be buried with me."

Upon hearing this, the sky seemed to collapse over the half-dead corpse.

He already only had half a body left.

Now look what's happened; the half-corpse has started to crack, as if it will shatter at any moment.

"If," Su Ming said with all his might, "I'll survive by sheer luck, and let... let it make amends to me."

Upon hearing this, the half-dead corpse seemed to come back to life.

With its face covered in blood, it kowtowed, pleading, "Brother, you will definitely not die."

"Don't give up on yourself. Life is precious, so cherish every moment."

"As long as you don't die, I'll make it up to you however I want."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a "Compensation Contract" appeared in front of the half-dead corpse.

It didn't even read the contents carefully.

He pressed down directly on the bloody handprint.

Then he kowtowed vigorously to Su Ming, saying, "Brother, I've signed it."

"As long as you don't die, I'll..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

It then saw Su Ming suddenly sit up and snatch the contract.

His energetic appearance made him look nothing like someone who was about to die.

Wiping the blood from his face, Su Ming threw the contract into his backpack.

When he stood up, the gruesome wound on his head had completely healed.

He strode up to the half-dead corpse, grasped its hand, and said with a broad smile, "Come on, let's have a chat."

Half a dead body: ? ? ?

It glanced at Su Ming, who was all smiles.

He then glanced at Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu, who had concealed their presence.

My dazed mind suddenly seemed to understand something.

He immediately let out a hysterical roar: "You're trying to scam me!"

"It's a staged accident!"

That roar was so loud it brought tears to my eyes and saddened me to hear.

Because it was too tragic.

Su Ming picked at his ear.

The reaction was quite fast, faster than the previous Rotting Ghost.

It seems the half-dead body is not far from being in the extremely dangerous category.

"Fuck your mother."

Su Ming slapped him across the face.

"Fuck your mother."

Then another kick.

He then straddled the half-dead corpse and began to beat it violently.

"Look carefully, I'm a cultured man, don't try to insult me ​​with 'extortion' tactics."

The half-dead corpse tried to resist.

But for some reason, an invisible force was restricting it.

Let alone resist, they can't even muster the will to resist.

They can only passively endure it.

My heart was filled with grief, injustice, and tears streamed down my face.

The man riding on her initially pretended to be something he wasn't.

Once the contract was signed, they stopped pretending and didn't even offer an explanation before getting started.

It’s over.

The half-dead corpse's face was ashen.

Having been a ghost for so many years, it has seen everything, but it has never seen a living person stage an accident to extort money from a ghost.

It’s over.

This life is probably over.