Chapter 49 "What Face Do I Have?"

    Bang... a thin column of gray smoke rises from the mouth of the concrete mixer.

    The cold wind swept over, and the gray smoke dissipated into thin air.

    The worker's voice, too, dispersed and vanished into the distance...

    My face remained unchanged, but I felt a sudden shock in my heart.

    Did it panic and scatter?

    People can lose their soul if they are frightened, especially children and the elderly.

    Ghosts can also collapse if they are frightened to the extreme and reach a critical point.

    The owner of this suit is very fierce. He must be on top of blood grievances. But I didn't expect it to be so fierce...

    Just his appearance, paired with this vessel he's using, is enough to scare a ghost into submission.

    Reaching out, I touched the concrete mixer.

    The worker's body should be inside here. Initially, I judged it to be around fifty meters from the gate, now I have narrowed it down to the precise location.

    I paused for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the half-built building.

    Gray mist was gathering in wisps, rushing towards me eagerly.

    As I entered the unit entrance, the mournful wailing echoed around.

    Apart from the crying, there were also anguished voices calling for the return of their men.

    I turned my head to look towards the right side where the voice was coming from.

    A slightly sunken clearing, surrounded by platforms, piled with damp soil inside.

    A woman with a prominent belly was kneeling in the mud, digging continuously.

    Her palms were dripping with blood, and she looked especially pitiful. The soil pile next to her was piled up, revealing the concrete sealed beneath.

    I furrowed my brows slightly. This woman, she must not be an outsider ghost.

    Outsider ghosts belong to wandering spirits and ghosts. They will float around freely.

    Only wronged ghosts will stay in one place and mourn.

    The death of a worker due to a construction accident is understandable, but how could a pregnant woman die?

    Also, the inside of the flower bed is normal, why would there be a cement-sealed ground?

    I felt an extra chill in my heart, but now the most important thing is to get Zhao Kang's glasses!

    Stepping into the unit, I walked to the elevator, pressed the up button.

    About a minute later, a ding, the elevator door slowly opened.

    The cold and dead silence followed: "You're here again!"

    As the elevator door fully opened, a person as thin as a bamboo stick, excitedly licked his lips!

    I remember clearly, Huan Yan said that his name was Xu Lan, and I also asked Yang Manager for the list, and there indeed was such a person!

    In the next second, his dark pupils suddenly narrowed, and he stared at me intensely.

    I slightly lifted my head to look at him, my expression extremely cold, but my mouth slowly curled into a smile.

    This smile, is exactly the same as the one that that old man showed when he got close to the mirror!

    He licked his lips.

    Ghosts can consume human vitality, and they can also consume each other.

    After being dispersed, ghosts can still recover. However, if they are eaten, they will truly disappear.

    Suddenly, Xu Lan stood still, without making a sound.

    No, it's not that he stood still; rather, his thin and tall body had suddenly become as thin as a paper effigy.

    The rectangular paper face had sharp corners, and the two pitch-black dots were particularly disturbing.

    The gray mist dispersed, emerging from the elevator door, disappearing into thin air...

    The worker was frightened into dispersing, but Xu Lan was not. He didn't descend the elevator as a ghost himself; instead, he used the paper effigy to carry a trace of his ghost spirit out.

    Clearly, he thought it was me who entered the abandoned building.

    But in reality, he hasn't even recognized "me"!

    He feared being eaten, so he voluntarily dispersed. His spirit body could quickly return safely to his own ghost spirit.

    My face returned to its usual cold and calm. After getting on the elevator, I pressed the button for the 17th floor.

    When I got out of the elevator, no unexpected incidents occurred again, and even the hallway on the 17th floor became exceptionally quiet.

    I walked straight to the door at the end of the left side, and looking inside, I saw that the living room was completely empty, not a single ghost in sight.

    Dog bone ash was piled on the ground. I had scattered it last time.

    Stepping over the dog bone ash, I walked to the center of the living room and scanned the smooth concrete walls.

    "Come out, you saw me."

    My tone was empty, deliberately low, giving an old-fashioned feeling.

    The silence around me remained, and Zhao Kang did not appear.

    With a blank expression, I took out the folded leather from my pocket, opened it with a swish, and quickly folded my fingers.

    In an instant, a paper person appeared in front of me.

    I didn't add eyes to this paper person.

    By letting blood, the vitality in me can be released, and immediately you'll know that I'm just wearing a dead person's clothing.

    Eye-spotting is a deliberate method of attracting ghosts. Even if it's not done, if Zhao Kang wants to enter, he can still squeeze in.

    "My things back to its owner. In exchange for something else to possess." My tone remained empty.

    There was still no answer, and only the cold wind moaning through the balcony filled the air.

    My heart sank slightly.

    Zhao Kang must be able to feel the similarity in the aura between me and his glasses.

    But he's too timid.

    Actually, he's too scared to come out?

    He is the "core" of this fierce prison, yet he is so timid.

    It can be imagined that the scent of the dead person's clothing should be much stronger than that of the glasses!

    My intention was for him to enter the paper person himself, hand over the glasses, and I wouldn't have to lift a finger, nor would there be any safety risks.

    Now he doesn't come out... This directly ruins my plan.

    My heart sank quite a bit; I'll have to resort to the second plan.

    "If I find you, you won't have a chance." I said with a faint tone.

    The faint wailing wind whirled up some dark dog bone ash, spinning around constantly.

    I looked up, scanning the ceiling around.

    In the center of the living room, there is a rusted iron hook with patches of rust. The middle of the hook has thin rust, like someone has been constantly pulling and rubbing it with a rope.

    I walked to the slanting area below the iron hook, my eyes even more lifeless.

    The gray mist silently diffused, and a rope appeared on the iron hook.

    A person was hanging from the rope, slightly swaying with the wind.

    The cheeks were plump and had flesh, the skin was pale, and two rosy spots floated on the face.

    Behind the frameless glasses, a pair of dark, pitch-black eyes with threads of dark red stared at me fiercely!

    This is clearly Zhao Kang!

    His body was shaking uncontrollably, out of fear.

    I smiled, reached out, and began to pull the glasses off his eyes.

    In the next instant, Zhao Kang's fear broke, and his black eyes suddenly turned blood red!

    "I have nothing left!"

    Suddenly, the two hands hanging at his sides shot up and tightly grabbed my right arm!

    My heart suddenly sank to the bottom of a valley.

    The pain came from my right arm, and I gritted my teeth to bear the pain, maintaining a calm face, and replied in a faint tone.

    "Give back the thing, and you will have freedom."

    "Do you have anyone you care about? Family, children?"

    Zhao Kang died here and, relying on the grievances on his glasses, he became very fierce.

    Exactly, there were many missing worker bodies on the construction site, and their grievances were soaring as well, which formed the fierce prison.

    This is a place where ghosts can be seen in broad daylight, a place shrouded in eerie, blinding darkness. It is a prison for the same kind of ghost!

    I deliberately mention relatives, wives, and children so that he can remember his sister, wife, and children.

    Unexpectedly, tears of fresh blood oozed out from the corners of Zhao Kang's eyes.

    He was extremely sad, wailing in a miserable manner, "I'm sorry to them. How can I face them?"

    "Work, no more work. Compensation, the one I lost! A house, bought a home, but bought an unfinished building. A lifetime of debt that can never be repaid!"

    "I only had one thought left! And you're going to take that away too!"