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Zhong Kui's Diary
Ancient people used to say that ghosts tell lies, meaning that there is absolutely no truth in the mouths of ghosts. But at this moment, how I wish the ancients were deceiving me and not actually lying. If it were true that Qing Qiu had lost all her cultivation due to Jin Xinghua, how wonderful that would be.
Looking at Qing Qiu in front of me, still in her original form and appearing calm and composed, I knew the possibility of her having lost her cultivation was slim. Since that was the case, let's get started; if I don't act soon, the effectiveness of my Transforming Illusions into Reality will expire.
I charged forward with a straight punch aimed at Qing Qiu's delicate face; this was not the time to show mercy.
A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Qing Qiu's mouth as she reached out and pressed against my fist. Using my force, she floated backward like a falling leaf.
Wow, judging by this situation, Kong Xuan was indeed right; Qing Qiu's martial arts skills were impressive. Curse you, Kong Xuan!
I pressed forward, my fists and feet striking like a Tempest, while Qing Qiu calmly deflected my attacks. We fought from the doorway to the living room, and I couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.
If the effectiveness of Transforming Illusions into Reality expires, then I would be safe; I wouldn't be able to do anything to Qing Qiu, and she wouldn't be able to do anything to me either. However, Qing Qiu could easily deal with Fatty. If she wanted to kill Fatty, it would be as easy as catching snails with three fingers—ah, wrong analogy! It would be like catching snails with ten fingers—almost guaranteed success.
Seeing Qing Qiu looking so relaxed, I shouted, “Fatty, distract her!”
Fatty had been scratching his head while following behind me. He did throw a few punches at Qing Qiu, but to her, his attacks were as ineffective as air.
Upon hearing me, Fatty immediately shouted loudly: “Hey, ghost lady, your top is showing!”
“I swear, your legs are so white!”
“Girl, your underwear is red!”
……
Qing Qiu remained completely unfazed. Instead, my gaze followed Fatty's shouts to the corresponding areas. The consequence of being distracted was that I nearly got hit by Qing Qiu several times. At one point, her nail grazed my neck; I felt a cold breeze pass by, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
"Whoa! Are you trying to break my heart?" I shouted angrily, "Order something else!"
"Uh..." Fatty was taken aback, "Ghost Brother, what?"
"You bastard!" I yelled in fury, "Mo Mo, Mo Mo!"
"Mo Mo was just grabbed by Ghost Brother by the neck in the elevator, her tongue sticking out so long, she looked like she was dying!" Fatty immediately caught on and exaggerated.
Sure enough, Qing Qiu's grip loosened a bit.
"Keep going!" Seeing an opening, I felt invigorated and intensified my attack.
"Ghost Brother grabbed Mo Mo's arm and pulled hard; just like that, one arm was torn off by Ghost Brother, blood and flesh everywhere. There was even a tendon still attached at the severed end, white and stained with blood..."
Damn, I didn't expect Fatty to have such a way with words. I could see Qing Qiu's expression change, and her defenses began to falter.
"Then Ghost Brother transformed his palm into a blade and stabbed hard into Mo Mo's belly. Blood splattered everywhere as Ghost Brother's hand stirred inside her stomach; when he pulled it out, her intestines came spilling out. Along with the intestines were her liver and gallbladder. That big chunk in the middle—tsk tsk, wasn't that her stomach..."
"Enough!" Qing Qiu shouted sternly, ignoring my attack as she turned to pounce on Fatty.
I wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip away. I dashed forward, grabbing her right hand with my left and pulling it toward my chest. My right hand went straight into Qing Qiu's groin, executing a groin throw that slammed her onto the ground. Then I twisted her right arm and stepped on her chest, finally managing to control her.
After thinking for a moment, I took out the Yin-Yang Ancient Coin. As soon as Qing Qiu resisted, I would smash it against her.
Fatty walked over with a grin: "Ghost Brother, that groin throw you did earlier was pretty good! What did it feel like? And how does it feel now that you're stepping on her chest?"
I hadn't thought about it in that way. The groin throw was just a technique; inserting my hand into the opponent's groin to lift them up and slam them down before stepping on their chest was all part of the move. Hearing Fatty say that made me suddenly feel the softness beneath my foot; it had quite a bit of bounce.
Before I could say anything, the door behind me opened, and Jin Yang looked at us in shock.
After realizing the situation, Jin Yang shouted, "Zheng Nan, what are you doing?"
"You idiot, Qing Qiu is a ghost! How can you be messing around with a female ghost for so long and still ask me what I'm doing?" I retorted angrily.
"So what if Qing Qiu is a ghost?" Jin Yang suddenly yelled, "Who says humans can't be with ghosts?"
"Motherfucker, this ghost has been with Jin Xinghua before. Don't you have any psychological barriers?" Fatty said in surprise from the side, "Your taste is really heavy!"
"What are you doing with that copper coin in your hand?" Jin Yang ignored Fatty's question and walked over to ask me.
I was puzzled; why was he concerned about this? It felt awkward, like two thugs were having a duel, and just when one was enjoying the fight, the other suddenly asked, "Hey buddy, where did you get that hairstyle?"
"This is the Yin-Yang Ancient Coin; it can ward off ghosts! This female ghost is afraid of it!" I boasted as I tossed it in the air.
"Ghosts are afraid of this?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on Jin Yang's face.
"That's right!"
Just as I was curious about what his smile meant, Jin Yang bumped into me.
Jin Yang stood almost right next to me, and since I was completely unprepared, the bump made me stagger. The Yin-Yang Ancient Coin I had tossed fell directly onto Qing Qiu's face.
"Ah!" Qing Qiu let out a piercing scream, "Jin Yang, you..."
The scream abruptly stopped because at that moment, I saw Qing Qiu's face being burned to charred remains, which then rapidly spread across her body. Finally, like smoke dissipating, the charred remains turned into a black mist that faded away.
Is this it? Is this ghost dealt with just like that? I stood there for a moment, shaking my head, and was about to bend down to pick up the Yin-Yang Ancient Coin on the ground when suddenly I felt something hard poking at the back of my head. Then I heard Fatty's surprised shout, "Jin Yang, are you crazy? Why are you pointing a gun at Ghost Brother?"
"Step back! Step back! Sit down on the sofa," Jin Yang's voice sounded so distant, so vague.
I complied and sat back down, finally looking up to see Jin Yang holding a handgun, its icy blue body glinting coldly under the light. The smile on Jin Yang's face was even colder; after knowing him for so many years, it was the first time I found his smile so unfamiliar.
"And you!" Jin Yang pointed the gun at Yang the Fatty.
Fatty moved to sit beside me, both of us watching Jin Yang, waiting for his next move.
"I have to thank you, Zheng Nan. It turns out I was right to look for you from the start; you really helped me all the way, hahaha!" Jin Yang laughed triumphantly.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," I said expressionlessly. Lingfeng had once told me that the more someone boasts, the less you should show that you care; that way, they would reveal all their cards.
Jin Yang chuckled, "As old friends, let me explain everything to you before you die."
Fatty opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly nudged him and said, "We're listening."
"I've known Qing Qiu for over two years!" Jin Yang's first sentence took me by surprise, and I couldn't pretend to be calm anymore.
Jin Yang seemed to enjoy my reaction and laughed, "That's right. I had Qing Qiu seduce my second uncle; otherwise, how could someone like him be so eager to fight over family assets?"
"Push Jin Xinghua to the front, and you can reap the benefits while having Qing Qiu kill him to silence him. This way, all of Jin Family's assets will be yours. Hmm... You must have pushed Peach down too, right? Li Chao was also someone you wanted Qing Qiu to take care of, wasn't he?" I gasped in shock; Jin Yang's schemes were too deep.
"Exactly! It's comfortable talking to smart people; it was worth getting to know you all these years," Jin Yang laughed heartily. "Once the old man is dead and my second uncle is gone, I won't let Jin Zhao live either. Everything in Jin Family will belong solely to me! Hahaha!"
With this revelation from Jin Yang, everything suddenly clicked into place. All my previous doubts vanished as I bitterly shook my head: "The human heart is unpredictable; who would have thought that both Qing Qiu and her brother were played by you?"
"I just did it, thank you for helping all the way! I was struggling with how to deal with those two, and you came in and solved it immediately. Amazing, truly amazing! Haha," Jin Yang laughed recklessly.
"So what do you want to do now?" Fatty asked, unable to hold back after a moment.
"What else? Of course, it's the grand finale!" Jin Yang said with a smile as he raised his gun and pointed it at my head, pulling the trigger without any hesitation.
Bang! The gun fired.
No one knew how long that instant lasted, but at that moment, I truly felt everything happening as if in slow motion before my eyes.
Fatty shouted in horror from the side, "No—don't—!"
Jin Yang's mocking smile...
The bullet slowly flying towards my forehead...
My father's hand gently resting on my backside...
My mother nagging in the kitchen while wearing an apron...
The time I tricked someone into drinking from a bottle while peeing in the bathroom...
Knocking down an opponent during an underground fight...
And even Yang Guo'er’s beautiful face...
All of this flickered before my eyes like slides, and finally, the scene froze, with the bullet stopping just ten centimeters away from my forehead.
Indeed, the bullet stopped right in front of me, motionless, as if time had come to a halt and everything had frozen.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
I could hear the beating of my own heart.
"You're quite lucky; I arrived just in time!" A voice echoed in the air, ancient and profound.
What the hell is going on? I almost shouted.
"Who?" Jin Yang exclaimed in shock as well.
The air around us felt tangible, rippling visibly. A figure appeared beside me—a white-bearded old man, holding the bullet in his hand. "I am Qing Qiu's grandfather, Ghost Zombie!"
Qing Qiu's grandfather? All three of us gasped in unison.
Jin Yang was understandably terrified, and I wasn't much better off. After all, it was I who had secretly killed Mo Mo, and Qing Qiu could also be considered my doing.
Jin Yang shouted and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the old man—bang, bang, bang, bang, bang... until he ran out of bullets.
Ghost Zombie slowly opened his palm and reached out. The speed of the bullets contrasted sharply with the slowness of his hand; yet, it was his slow hand that caught each fast bullet one by one.
It seemed as if nothing had happened. Ghost Zombie casually tossed the bullet to the ground and smiled at me. "Qing Qiu and Mo Mo have this calamity; it is already destined in the Book of Life and Death. I won't blame you."
I stood there in shock, unsure of what to say.
Ghost Zombie turned to Jin Yang and said, "As for you, I won't take action either. The Book of Life and Death has its own conclusions. I'm merely here to retrieve something."
Finished, he took out a shining box from his bosom, opened it, and chanted the words "Nian Nian." The Yin-Yang Ancient Coin on the ground seemed to come to life, soaring into the air and flying directly into the box.
The Ghost Zombie closed the box, smiled at us, waved his hand, and disappeared eerily, just as he had arrived.
"Ghost Brother, why doesn't this old man help his granddaughter and grandson take revenge?" Fatty said in astonishment.
"Yeah... ugh! Get lost, do you want him to kill me before leaving?" I spat, completely ignoring Jin Yang beside us. Without weapons, Jin Yang was no match for me. Even Fatty could beat him with his hands tied.
"Zheng Nan... actually, this is all a misunderstanding..." Jin Yang dropped his gun and chuckled awkwardly.
"Yes, I understand; this is all a misunderstanding!" Fatty spat on the ground, stepped forward, and threw a punch at Jin Yang, causing blood to spurt from his nose as he fell to the ground. "This is also a misunderstanding."
"Don't be so violent; can't you be more peaceful?" I walked over to persuade Fatty, completely unaware that I had stepped on Jin Yang's leg, ignoring his hoarse screams of agony.
"We have no choice; let's call Lingfeng. It's best to leave this cleanup work to him. Another achievement for him," Fatty said as he stepped on Jin Yang's palm and pressed down hard, as if erasing words written in the sand...
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The entire text of "Red Shadow" is complete.
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