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I sighed, "In this world, killing and arson come with gold belts, while repairing bridges and roads leaves no corpses behind. No one hopes for justice anymore; they just wish that good people can live a little more comfortably..."
Upon hearing this, Li Zhisheng beside me unexpectedly smiled, saying, "I've figured out what's entangled around him. Why don't you stay tonight? Let's stick around and watch the show together."
"Oh?! Really..." I was pleasantly surprised. Turning back, I saw that the so-called "boss" had fallen asleep without a care in the world, occasionally letting out loud snores.
Suddenly, my interest was piqued. I thought to myself, "I want to see how you meet your end..." I turned back to Li Zhisheng and asked, "What exactly is he? Is he a Vengeful Spirit?"
Li Zhisheng looked at the bed next to us and replied, "Just as you said, he is indeed a Vengeful Spirit. It seems that previously there was some kind of talisman on him that prevented the Vengeful Spirit from possessing him. But now, for some reason, that protective item has disappeared. The heavy Yin Qi of the Vengeful Spirit is now wrapping around him, seemingly ready to strike at any moment..."
As he spoke, Li Zhisheng suddenly hesitated. After a moment of thought, he asked me, "But then again, he is still a human life. Are you really not going to save him?"
I chuckled, "Firstly, I'm not a deity or a doctor; what can I do for someone on the brink of death? Secondly, I can't use Void Spirit right now, so helping him disperse that ghost is definitely impossible. So whether or not to save him depends on you. Can't you use the power of Soul Burial?"
Seeing me turn the question back on him, Li Zhisheng fell silent. After all, this person in front of us must have done many bad things in his past; greedy and lecherous, he was hardly worth saving.
In my previous self, I might have tried to find evidence of his unpaid wages to migrant workers and have him arrested. But now I knew well that even if he were caught a hundred times, he would still return to his old ways upon release. So it was better to listen to his confessions before death.
With these thoughts in mind, we exchanged glances in silence until midnight struck. By then, many doctors and nurses had finished their shifts and left the hospital; only a few were still working diligently.
As Li Zhisheng and I were idly playing on our phones out of boredom, we suddenly heard a creaking sound from beside us. I quickly turned around; the lights in the room were off, leaving it dimly lit by faint light from the corridor seeping through the observation window on the door.
In that weak light, I saw the man in the adjacent bed sitting up. He kept mumbling, "I'm sorry... I deserve to die... I'm not human... I'm a rapist..."
Upon hearing this, my heart sank. It seemed this man had committed crimes that led to someone's death; the Vengeful Spirit possessing him was likely that of his victim!
Just as I was thinking this, I saw him slowly get off the bed and stand on the floor. Suddenly, he buried his head and charged toward the ward's door. In an instant, there was a loud bang as he crashed into it, echoing down the hospital corridor. Seeing him break through the door, I quickly got up to chase after him. When I reached the entrance, I found him slamming against the corridor wall, leaving a pool of crimson blood on the white surface.
But he wasn't dead yet; he leaned against the wall and slowly sank down to sit on the floor. It was clear that part of his head had caved in. At that moment, it seemed he regained some awareness; bloodied and desperate-looking, he whispered to me in agony, "Help... help me... I'll pay you..."
"Stubborn as ever!" I spat at him.
Then, as if his hands were no longer under his control, he suddenly tore open his shirt and plunged his fingers deep into his abdomen...
At that moment, a terrified scream echoed from the other end of the corridor. I turned to look, and the nurse who had been harassed earlier was now witnessing everything.
I thought to myself, "Perfect timing. Let her see how this beast meets his end!"
With that thought, I turned back to watch. The man emitted a low moan from his throat, as if he were crying out in agony. Suddenly, his hands, which were buried in his abdomen, exerted force and ripped open his belly completely. In an instant, intestines spilled out onto the floor, and blood sprayed everywhere like brilliant red fireworks.
Watching this scene, I felt no stirrings in my heart. "For you, perhaps only death can be true redemption. You brought this upon yourself..." I muttered to myself before turning back to my room.
Upon returning to the ward, I found Li Zhisheng still lying in bed. He looked at me and asked, "What happened? Is he dead?"
I nodded and replied, "He doesn't seem to be dead yet, but he won't last much longer."
Li Zhisheng sighed, "A life just gone like that."
I calmly said, "That man has done so many terrible things; living would only harm the world further. Besides, this is what he brought upon himself. If he hadn't harmed so many people, how could he have ended up like this?"
"But have you thought about what happens to the Migrant Workers if he dies? Who will pay them?" Li Zhisheng questioned.
I pondered for a moment. "If those Migrant Workers come back looking for this boss, I'll cover their wages... Anyway, you should rest now. No one should disturb you tonight..." With that, I bid farewell to Li Zhisheng and left.
...
When I got home, it was already past one in the morning. Yao Long, Death Apostle, and Hu Fang were all asleep. Not wanting to disturb their rest, I went back to my room to sleep.
The next morning when I got up, Hu Fang had already made breakfast. Yao Long and Death Apostle were already eating. Hu Fang asked why I had come back so late last night. I thought about it and decided that it wasn't important enough to share with her. So I casually replied, "I was with Li Zhisheng..."
In the days that followed, nothing unusual happened. After some time, Li Zhisheng's hand surgery finally took place as scheduled. After the operation, the Migrant Workers I had encountered before indeed came looking for me again. Seeing that the boss was no longer around, they assumed he had run away.
I fulfilled my promise and took out some money to give to the Migrant Workers. Their boss had died from a terminal illness, and this money was entrusted to me to deliver to you.
Upon hearing this, the Migrant Workers burst into tears, repeatedly thanking their boss. Although I felt a pang of reluctance, perhaps this was the only way they would accept the money…
After the Migrant Workers left, some more time passed, and Li Zhisheng finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital. By this time, the year-end festivities were approaching.
I sat alone at home while Li Zhisheng and Death Apostle went out to buy New Year's goods. At that moment, I recalled my father's phone call from before, and since I hadn't been home in a long time, a wave of homesickness washed over me… But then I remembered that I would soon be heading to the town where Yao Long was… At that moment, I found myself in a dilemma.
If I went home, I worried that Yang Master's people would find Onizuka before me. But if I didn't go home soon, who knew how much longer I would have to spend with my parents…
As I pondered these worries, Yao Long and Death Apostle returned empty-handed from outside. They looked somewhat anxious. As soon as Death Apostle entered the room, he said, "Shen Xu, we might not have much time left…"
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