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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Hey! Old Du!" Fatty pulled open the car door from the other side and playfully slapped Du Neng's backside, producing a crisp sound.
Still, there was no reaction. Du Neng continued to move as if he hadn't heard anything. I was somewhat surprised and shouted a few times at Du Neng, but he remained indifferent.
"Boss Zhong, it seems that Li Xiaoxiao is already dead," Wen Qianqian suddenly said from behind us.
I had not taken a close look at Li Xiaoxiao, considering she was in a vulnerable state; staring at her felt inappropriate. But hearing Wen Qianqian say this, I quickly turned to look at Li Xiaoxiao and saw that her once rosy complexion had turned pale. I reached out to touch her face, which was cold and stiff.
Instantly furious, I grabbed Du Neng by the hair and cursed, "Damn it, you can't even leave a corpse alone!"
Just as I was about to punch him, I froze when I saw his face. Centered on his nose, the left half of his face was as black as ink, while the right half was blood-red. His eyes were filled with an eerie green light, creating an extremely bizarre scene.
Seeing this, the three of us couldn't help but gasp in shock. I immediately released my grip and took a step back.
As soon as I let go, Du Neng's head drooped again, resting on Li Xiaoxiao's chest, while his body continued to move in a jerky manner.
A scream came from a distance; it sounded like Fang Feng.
Fatty, unable to see Du Neng's face from the other side of the car, didn't know what was happening and shouted anxiously, "Ghost Brother, what's going on?"
At that moment, I wasn't sure how to explain it to him and could only respond loudly, "Something feels off."
Fatty grew even more anxious and actually grabbed Du Neng's leg and pulled him back while angrily cursing, "Damn it, what are you still doing with this at a time like this?"
With a pop, Fatty managed to pull Du Neng away from some part of Li Xiaoxiao. At that moment, I saw Du Neng's head suddenly lift up, and the eerie green light in his eyes began to flicker.
“Fatty! Get away!” I took two steps back and shouted at Fatty.
“Why?” Fatty looked confused and tugged at Du Neng's leg.
Unexpectedly, Du Neng used the force from Fatty's tug to kick hard against Fatty's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
With a sharp scream, Du Neng pushed off with both hands against Li Xiaoxiao, propelling himself backward, and after squeezing out of the SUV door, he lunged directly at Fatty.
“Fatty! Watch out!” In a moment of panic, I took a running leap and jumped onto the roof of the car. Looking down, I saw Du Neng straddling Fatty, who was desperately struggling with his hands gripping Du Neng's wrists, his face flushed red. Meanwhile, Du Neng's right hand was gripping Fatty's throat.
Damn, what is happening? Didn't Fatty already have a hold on Du Neng's hands? How did Du Neng have an extra right hand?
I didn't have time to think about it. I jumped off the roof and kicked Du Neng in the back. This kick was fueled by urgency and contained Devouring Energy.
With a loud thud, my kick sent Du Neng flying five meters away, landing motionless on the ground as if dead. However, that right hand remained attached to Fatty, still tightly gripping his neck.
Yes, a solitary right hand, severed at the elbow, seemed to have a life of its own as it clutched Fatty's throat. Fatty was desperately grabbing at the wrist of this hand, pulling with all his might, his face turning a deep shade of purple.
Seeing this, I rushed forward and grabbed that right hand, pulling it back with all my strength. A cold sensation immediately shot through me; it felt like I was gripping an iron rod. But the sinking feeling told me it was not a rod but a human hand—bone, muscle, and skin all felt human-like, even having fine hairs on it.
Wen Zhan ran over from behind and gasped in shock upon seeing the scene. However, he didn’t hesitate for long and rushed over to pry open the fingers of that right hand.
I paused for a moment before realizing that prying open its fingers was indeed the best approach. I couldn't help but admire Wen Zhan's calm judgment.
Freeing one hand, I pulled out a handgun and pressed it against the arm of that right hand before pulling the trigger. With a muffled bang, that right hand began to tremble violently but still refused to release its grip on Fatty's neck.
At this moment, Fatty's face had turned a dark purple.
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't deal with you," I moved the gun and fired two shots at the arm.
That right hand trembled even more violently. Just as I was about to fire again, it suddenly broke free from my and Wen Zhan's grasp. It pointed its fingers on the ground and propelled itself three meters away, seemingly to demonstrate or perhaps to remember me. That right hand turned around three meters away, palm facing me.
Hiss! Both Wen Zhan and I gasped in shock. In the palm of that right hand, there was actually an eye, a strange Green Eye.
The eye stared at me without blinking, as if trying to memorize me. To my astonishment, I saw hatred and anger within that eye. What the hell is this thing?
Fatty rolled over and got up from the ground. Without saying a word, he pulled out a shotgun, racked the chamber, and aimed it at that right hand before pulling the trigger.
With a loud bang, Fatty's reckless shot actually hit the forearm of the right hand, instantly blowing it to pieces.
"Damn! You really want to strangle me? What grudge do I have against you?" I racked the chamber again and fired another shot at the right hand.
However, this time luck was not on our side; the bullet missed the right hand. It seemed to react as well; with a point of its finger on the ground, it bounced five meters away and then disappeared into the vast night.
I fired two shots in the direction where the right hand had vanished. Fatty still felt unsatisfied and walked up to Du Neng, pointing his gun at Du Neng's head, ready to pull the trigger. I quickly shouted, "Stop!"
Fatty looked at me in surprise. "Ghost Brother, this guy is definitely not human; we should kill him quickly for peace of mind!"
I stepped forward. "Not necessarily; it's possible he is possessed by that right hand."
Even so, when I flipped Du Neng over with my foot, my handgun was still aimed at his head—if anything seemed off, I would shoot immediately.
The strange condition on Du Neng's face had disappeared, and his eyes were tightly closed, unaware of life or death.
I crouched down and checked Du Neng's breath, finding that he was still breathing. I pressed my finger against the philtrum under his nose, and he suddenly exhaled a long breath, slowly opening his eyes. He looked around as if he didn't understand what had happened, finally fixing his gaze on me: "Boss Zhong?"
"Do you remember what you did?" Fatty shouted harshly from the side, raising the shotgun in his hand.
"What are you going to do?" Du Neng's face changed drastically upon seeing Fatty's large-caliber shotgun. He stammered, "What did I do? I was just sleeping in the car; how did I end up here?"
Perhaps feeling a bit cold, Du Neng propped himself up and looked at his own body, realizing he was completely naked. Anger surged within him: "What have you animals done to me?"
"You are the animal! Your whole family is made up of animals!" Fatty spoke to Du Neng with extreme hostility. It was understandable; just a minute ago, Du Neng had been trying to strangle him while riding on top of him. Although he suspected that it might have been due to Du Neng's right hand, the resentment in his heart couldn't be easily dismissed.
Du Neng wanted to retort back at Fatty but fell silent upon seeing the gun in Fatty's hand.
"Do you know that you killed your partner Li Xiaoxiao?" Fatty pointed the gun at Du Neng's head.
"I killed Li Xiaoxiao?" Du Neng panicked: "You're lying! You're deceiving me! Wasn't Li Xiaoxiao in the car? How could I possibly kill her? How could I have killed Li Xiaoxiao?"
Fatty pointed the gun at Du Neng's lower region and was about to say something more when I raised my hand: "Fatty, put the gun away for now." Then I turned to Du Neng: "What happened earlier was quite strange, but your partner Li Xiaoxiao is indeed dead, and you were on top of her when she died."
With that, I stood up and pointed to the rear door of the SUV: "You can go check for yourself and put on some clothes."
For the next few minutes, we could only hear Du Neng frantically calling out Li Xiaoxiao's name from inside the SUV, followed by heart-wrenching cries. We were all somewhat surprised; could it be that Li Xiaoxiao was actually his lover?
I waved over Fang Feng, who had been standing at the door, and asked him about the relationship between Du Neng and Li Xiaoxiao. Fang Feng replied that both of them had their own families, but he vaguely indicated that there seemed to be more than just friendship between them.
Looking at the time, it was already four-thirty in the morning, the darkest and coldest part of the night. Standing outside, the chill sent shivers down our spines. After discussing with Wen Zhan, he made a call to have his subordinate come over early the next morning to take Li Xiaoxiao and the others out.
Back in the wooden cabin, I prepared to start a fire and cook something, while Fang Feng stayed outside to keep an eye on Du Neng and didn’t come in.
Regardless of how the couple, the Divine Eagle and his partner, would react, I rushed into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets. I found a few Sweet Potatoes and asked Fatty to start the fire while I peeled and chopped the Sweet Potatoes, tossing them into a large pot with water, oil, and salt to prepare a soup.
I heard that Sweet Potato soup has anti-cancer properties; I wasn't sure if that was true.
Returning to the main hall, Wen Zhan handed us each a cigarette. After chatting for a bit, he laughed and said, “Boss Zhong, I can understand you pulling out a handgun from your body, but Boss Ding pulling out such a long and thick shotgun just doesn’t make sense to me. Boss Ding, did you learn magic before?”
Fatty chuckled and jokingly replied, “If we pulled out something that long and thick from our bodies, that sounds particularly comfortable to me, hahaha.”
I cleared my throat, silently cursing him; there were ladies present—couldn’t he be a bit more discreet?
Fatty continued, “Don’t be fooled by my size; all this fat is fake—high-tech stuff, you know? It’s specifically designed for hiding things. Otherwise, how could we bring guns through security? Not only can you hide a shotgun in here; you could even fit a rocket launcher!”
Wen Zhan looked skeptically at Fatty’s round belly and thick legs, nodded slightly, and didn’t ask any further questions.
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