Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 122 "Rust?" The Deceased

After Ying Xiong left, no ghosts tried to take the cart from Zhao Yi anymore.

He bent over, searching the vicinity under the scorching sun.

"That's strange... I clearly threw it here just now..."

Zhao Yi touched his chin, a curious glint in his eyes.

It doesn't make sense. A thumbtack... just disappeared?

After glancing at it briefly, he refocused his gaze on the pile of rusty stains covered with skin from his feet.

The blood had completely dried under the scorching sun.

The thumbtacks, which were once so smooth they reflected sunlight, are now rusted.

It was completely mixed with the rust stains, and the original shape of the thumbtack was also changed by the rust stains, completely distorted, and turned into a small pile of scrap metal.

"Ordinary rust will not change the original shape of the object."

"Therefore, the change in the shape of the thumbtack occurs during the rusting process."

"If rust can change thumbtacks, does that mean it can also change other... things?"

Thoughts raced through Zhao Yi's mind.

The sun had shrunk considerably, and Zhao Yi seized the opportunity to push his cart out onto the lawn and begin collecting rusty grass.

The rust fragments were very sharp, so Zhao Yi didn't grab them directly with his hands. Instead, he took out Old Liu's property certificate.

This thing is quite tough; even rust cannot cut through it.

The cart was full.

Turning around and pushing towards the steel melting chamber, Zhao Yi quickened his pace.

The sun overhead was only obscured for a short while before it came out again.

That feeling of being melted resurfaced in my mind.

Zhao Yi jogged faster.

The shadows faded gradually in the sunlight.

The emptiness inside me is getting stronger and stronger!

There happened to be no obstructions along this stretch of road.

However, Zhao Yi ran fast, and when he entered the steel melting chamber, his shadow was still barely visible.

It's just a bit bland.

But Zhang Ming, who was behind him, wasn't so lucky.

Although it wasn't slow, it didn't accurately calculate the distance and didn't abandon its cart in time to run to the shade to recover, causing its shadow to completely melt and disappear under the scorching sun...

Zhang Ming was sweating profusely. He pushed the cart to the edge of the lawn, without first going to the wall to avoid the sunlight.

It has discovered that its shadow is missing.

The feeling of emptiness overwhelmed it.

But apart from this intense feeling of emptiness, there seemed to be no other adverse reactions.

So... this rule doesn't seem to be followed...

It doesn't really matter?

Zhang Ming suppressed his inner emptiness and continued to fill his cart with rusty straw.

It wants to finish its task as soon as possible so as not to affect its outstanding employee evaluation.

Just now on the road, it saw Zhao Yi rushing around pushing a cart full of rusty grass, which really made it anxious!

Too curly!

If a human is this lazy, what reason does a ghost have not to work hard?

quickly,

A ghost, who was weeding in the distance, stared at it.

The ghost seemed to have seen something strange. It patted its colleague on the shoulder, pointed at Zhang Ming, and whispered something.

Gradually, more and more ghosts began to look at Zhang Ming.

Only then did Zhang Ming, who was the center of attention, realize something was wrong. He looked up at the ghosts in the distance who were pointing and whispering about him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why are you all staring at me?"

Zhang Ming was confused.

But no one answered him.

The ghosts looked at it with deep fear.

Zhang Ming sensed something was wrong, looked down at his body, and his expression changed drastically!

Its body... was melting!

Flesh and blood, bones...

It melts away like soft mud!

Panicked, Zhang Ming finally remembered to look for the shadows where the sun couldn't reach, and ran towards the other side of the wall in the distance!

However, it fell to the ground after only two steps!

Its legs had rotted into a pile of mud... Even more terrifying, rust was forming on those wounds at a visible rate!

Zhang Ming was filled with fear and kept crawling, leaving a long trail of blood under the scorching sun.

In the end, it climbed to the shaded area by the wall.

But at that moment, the sun in the sky was also hidden behind thick clouds.

The surroundings suddenly became cool and shady.

Splat—

Zhang Ming's eyeballs fell out of their rotten eye sockets.

He rolled several times on the ground, his pupils staring at the sky.

The resentment within slowly faded, transforming into the emptiness of death.

It's dead.

The rust spread and quickly multiplied wildly on its corpse.

During this process, Zhang Ming's body curled up, twisted, and was constantly folded into bizarre shapes.

Just like the thumbtack Zhao Yi had seen before.

It was as if a zombie had risen from the dead.

The vast lawn was eerily quiet.

All the ghosts were staring at Zhang Ming's corpse, lost in thought.

...

"Grass!"

"You bastard!"

"I'll kill your horse!"

"..."

Inside the steel melting room, loud shouts and curses could be heard.

There were also occasional sounds of billiard balls being slammed and hit.

Zhao Yi pushed the cart in.

The employee who had previously handled the rusty items had become even more tyrannical.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and it screamed hoarsely as it slammed the rusted items onto the conveyor belt, cursing loudly at the person who had shoved the thumbtacks into its hands.

Those thick gloves were even more bulging.

And the color of its clothes is getting lighter and lighter.

It looks like an old garment that's been washed for decades; the color has faded badly, and the blue has turned into a pale blue.

Zhao glanced at the wooden cabinet in the distance; the thumbtacks on the table were gone.

He silently poured the rust onto the conveyor belt.

He then took a closer look at the employee's hands.

His hands trembled even more violently, much like a Parkinson's patient.

Generally speaking, apart from illness, there are only two conditions that can cause limbs to shake so violently.

1. Emotions cause hormonal changes.

2. The weight of the hand is nearing its controllable limit.

"Its hands are so heavy, are they rusted...?"

"He was cursing the employee who brought the thumbtacks earlier, so those thumbtacks must have pricked his hand, causing it to become infected. Right now, his hand is probably stuck to the gloves and rust, which is why it's so swollen..."

"Even if it's rusty, it shouldn't be so heavy that a ghost couldn't control it..."

Images flashed through my mind.

Zhao Yi immediately recalled that not long ago, Ying Xiong's soles had rusted, and he exclaimed that he had lost feeling in his feet...

"That's it..."

"Rust deprives living things of their senses during its growth process."

"And it will continue to spread."

"Instead of causing immediate death..."

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow.

spread.

If that's the case, does it mean that if he cuts it off quickly enough, he can stop the spread?

However, even so, rust will still grow on the new wound.

Unless... medication is used.