A person lives for a lifetime, grass lives for an autumn. As long as one is human, there is a brutal emotion in their heart. Generally, people hide their dark side in the darkest corner of their hearts, fearing discovery by others.
I also have a dark side, but I usually hide it very well.
However, with my master inexplicably taken hostage and my father missing, the little kindness I had left in my heart was completely extinguished by the gloom within me.
"Damn it, speak... speak..."
My feet moved like fiery wheels, striking the bald, scarred man's face in turn. At first, he cursed incessantly, displaying the resilience of a tough guy.
But when I aimed for his lower body, he finally relented and begged for mercy.
"Kid, don't... don't hit me anymore. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Cough cough..." the bald, scarred man pleaded, coughing up fresh blood.
I sneered and looked at him, saying, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Who is this 'Master Sun' you mentioned?"
"Cough cough... Master Sun is Sun Zhengwu, the biggest real estate developer in Taihai City..."
Sun Zhengwu?
His name was a household word in Taihai City because many advertisements featured his name. Whether you were buying a house or construction materials, he had almost completely covered all aspects.
Not only that, but even many large supermarket chains were under his company. The entire Taihai City was practically his domain. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the emperor of Taihai City. Sudancn.com
Furthermore, he was also a representative of the People's Congress in Taihai City. This status alone made many businessmen vying for fame and fortune with him back down.
In Taihai City, it didn't matter if you offended the mayor, but if you offended Sun Zhengwu, you were finished. No company would dare to hire you, and you wouldn't even qualify to be a beggar.
"A representative of the People's Congress in our Taihai City?" I frowned, looking at the bald, scarred man with some uncertainty.
Seeing my hesitation, the bald, scarred man regained some of his arrogance. He sneered and spat a bloody mouthful at me, saying, "Kid, you'd better be sensible. If you offend Master Sun, you won't be able to live in Taihai."
I sneered.
"Is that so? Even if he were your grandfather, no one could save you today..."
For people with malevolent intent, the best way to deal with them is through brute force. I cannot divine for the living, but there are some connections between Yin and Yang divination.
A person's eyes are windows to the soul. People without malevolent intent generally have clear eyes, with dark pupils, bright whites, like the innocent eyes of a child, looking very comfortable.
The bald, scarred man was different. His black pupils were filled with dark red bloodshot veins, and his whites were yellowish. This indicated that he had done a lot of evil and might even have a murder on his hands.
For such people, there is only one solution: let them bear the consequences of their own evil deeds.
"Soul of the Netherworld, come from all directions. Sinners of the Netherworld, do not panic. Today, grievances will be recounted, rise..."
As soon as I finished speaking, a chilling wind swept through the entire detention room. The already dim light bulb flickered even more.
The bald, scarred man, who had a resolute expression just moments ago, lost all his previous fortitude. He looked at me in terror and asked, "What... what are you going to do?"
I sneered, "What am I going to do? You'll know soon enough."
The sudden gust of wind sent the bald, scarred man's lackeys cowering in fear. They shrieked continuously, their faces pale, like a group of fragile young girls about to be violated by several black gorillas.
The chilling wind came and went quickly. When it stopped, I couldn't help but frown.
The detention room, which was originally empty except for the seven of us, was now packed. Many "people" were piled on top of each other. There were men, women, and even a few children around seven or eight years old. All of them glared maliciously at the six living people before them, with most of their gazes fixed on the bald, scarred man.
Only I could see all of this, but the others couldn't. However, they could feel an icy chill that penetrated to the bone.
"Revenge for grievances, revenge for hatred..."
As I uttered the last word, countless Yin souls surged towards the bald, scarred man like a swarm of hornets.
Ah—
"Don't bite me, get away from me..."
Countless Yin souls entered the bald, scarred man's body, and he immediately began a solo performance, crying, laughing, or wailing in agony.
Within the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the bald, scarred man stopped moving. Some of the Yin souls had taken their revenge and dissipated, heading to the underworld. However, a portion of them remained, turning their attention to the other five people.
This made me hesitate. Among these people, only the bald, scarred man harbored the deepest hatred for me. The others, after receiving a kick to the groin from me, were as docile as old hens at home. I felt reluctant to see them become imbeciles.
Just then, a little girl, about seven or eight years old, walked out from the crowd.
"Big brother, can I let them bite him?" she asked, pointing at another thin man.
I looked at her with confusion and asked why.
"Because my mother couldn't repay the debt, he not only pressed himself on my mother every day but also beat my mother to death. Because I saw all of this, I was also beaten to death by him. If you don't believe me, look..."
With that, the well-behaved little girl disappeared from my sight. What appeared next was her ghostly form.
Her innocent face was covered with knife wounds of various sizes, and her body was riddled with holes, no less than a beehive. Some of the holes were so large that one could see the person on the other side.
"This... he did all this?"
The little girl nodded obediently and then resumed her normal human appearance.
With the bald, scarred man as a precedent, and seeing me talking to thin air, the other five men immediately exuded the smell of urine throughout the detention room.
"Sir, my dearest grandfather, I was wrong, please spare my dog's life! I kowtow to you..."
Bang bang—
"Grandfather, spare my life..."
Bang bang—
The other five men kowtowed like insects, banging their heads against the ground, fearing that I would say no.
They say ghosts can harm people. If I had to choose between believing in ghosts and believing in people, I would rather believe in ghosts.
After all, if a ghost lies, it incurs karma and will go to the eighteenth level of hell, whereas people have no such consequence. Even if there is retribution, it will only come after death.
A sudden surge of戾气 arose in my heart, and I said, "Leave your lives."
"Thank you..."
Then, the detention room was once again filled with the sounds of ghostly wails and cries. After everything calmed down, besides me, a normal person, there were six more individuals who had become fools.
Some were crying, some were laughing, some were gnawing on the bed, and some were drooling. They looked like children of two or three years old, which was incredibly comical.
But I couldn't laugh, because these were the consequences of their past actions. If they hadn't harmed other people's lives, or indirectly caused deaths, how could so many Yin souls have come for revenge?
These people are not worthy of sympathy, nor are they worthy of pity. Just as I was about to find a clean spot to rest, the door to the detention room was opened...