The Hand of Confession – Chapter 150

Volume 5: Days of Applying Makeup to Corpses

Chicken Flavor

Crunchy

Gong Lian turned her head in a circle, her neck making “ka-chi ka-chi” sounds. Finally, she fixed her gaze on Shen Maomao’s face.

Shen Maomao hugged Lou Jingmo’s arm tightly.

Gong Lian raised her hand and smoothed the hair at her temples. Her body, like a machine that hadn’t been lubricated in time, emitted another series of teeth-grinding sounds.

“I can no longer leave this place.” A smile appeared on Gong Lian’s frozen face. She lifted her chin towards the direction where Wutong was. “I don’t know if you can go and see my family. In return, I can help you tame him.”

Wutong: “? What does that have to do with me?”

Gong Lian moved her neck again, got out of bed, and stood on the ground. Her body rippled like water, and her bones creaked all over. After moving like this for a while, her body finally wasn’t so stiff. She smiled at Wutong and winked at him with her right eye: “Am I not beautiful?”

Wutong’s drool flowed down.

“How about it?” She withdrew her gaze and looked at Lou Jingmo. “Am I qualified to negotiate terms with you?”

Lou Jingmo was completely unmoved: “Without you, we can still beat him into submission.”

Gong Lian smiled: “But that would waste a lot of time, right?”

She placed her right hand on Wutong’s shoulder. Her body, having recovered, was no longer so stiff. She leaned against the tall man, boneless: “Just think of it as doing a good deed, taking pity on me, a woman who entered the game for the first time and didn’t even have time to leave a will.”

Shen Maomao pursed her lips.

Gong Lian said leisurely, “It won’t be much trouble for you. I hope that after you get out, you can go to my house and take my daughter out, and then send her to an orphanage.”

Shen Maomao suddenly raised her head and looked at her.

Gong Lian looked to be in her twenties. All along, she had shown a weak and indecisive personality. Although her personality had undergone an earth-shattering change after her death, it was still hard for Shen Maomao to imagine that such a woman would be a mother.

And after her death, her daughter would be sent to an orphanage. What about her husband? Other relatives? Why was there no one to take care of her?

However, Gong Lian didn’t tell her own story, but just asked with a smile, “How about it?”

Lou Jingmo glanced at Shen Maomao, who was looking at her expectantly.

Lou Jingmo: “…Forget it, you don’t need to sell yourself. I can help you fulfill your wish.”

Two lines of bloody tears welled up in Gong Lian’s eyes. She hooked Wutong’s chin and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, giving him a taste of sweetness: “It doesn’t matter. Only a fair trade can put my mind at ease.”

Shen Maomao: “Don’t be so foolish. His name is Wutong. His true form is extremely ugly. Who knows how many women he’s deceived and how many girls he’s harmed.”

Wutong glared at her fiercely.

Shen Maomao wasn’t afraid at all: “You being with him is the real-life version of Beauty and the Beast.”

Gong Lian: “No matter how ugly he is, he won’t be uglier than those things that wear human skin but are worse than beasts.”

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Gong Lian was a woman with a story, but Shen Maomao didn’t want to explore her past and open her scars.

They only asked for Gong Lian’s home address and information about her daughter. The little girl was called Li Yaya¹, four years old this year, and lived in Nancheng², but in a small village under Nancheng’s jurisdiction, some distance from Lou Jingmo’s residence.

After the deal was reached, Wutong couldn’t resist such temptation and revealed everything he knew—he indeed knew more than Huang Hongxing.

According to his understanding, the book 《Hundred Ghosts Pictures》 lived up to its name. It really sealed 99 ghosts, and the other one was the ghost officer Yaksha who was responsible for guarding the ghosts.

The beginning of all the disasters was a young man who accidentally released a feitouman. The feitouman attached itself to Huang Hongxing, and then one became two, two became four… until all the living people died or became feitouman.

The young man who released the feitouman tried to find a way to remedy the situation. Finally, before he died, he released the ghost officer Yaksha. The ghosts worked together to push Yaksha out of the funeral parlor and created a protective shield above, which, although it isolated Yaksha, also made it impossible for them to leave.

The funeral parlor was abandoned until this wave of players arrived. The feitouman, who had been hungry for a long time, rushed up like flies smelling blood, attaching themselves to the players’ heads.

And besides the feitouman, there were many ghosts in the funeral parlor who had died because of the feitouman and were formed by resentment. These ghosts took pleasure in teasing humans, so they couldn’t tell who their teammates were.

“That’s all I know! You people are strange. Other people can’t enter the fog. How did you get in?” Wutong said puzzledly.

Lou Jingmo: “Do you know how to kill Huang Hongxing?”

Wutong: “Who is he? Is he the mutated feitouman? He can’t die unless he seeks death himself and goes to find Yaksha. But he’s not a fool, so how could he do such a stupid thing?”

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Late at night, the fool Huang Hongxing appeared in Shen Maomao’s room, sticking out his head to bite her.

Shen Maomao ran as fast as a rabbit, leading him all the way into the fog.

Yaksha once again swung his giant axe, striking Huang Hongxing’s head and splitting it in two.

Then he grabbed Huang Hongxing’s neck with his huge hand and threw it into his mouth, chewing it “ga beng ga beng,” as if eating some kind of crunchy candy.

It made Shen Maomao’s own head hurt just listening.

With the death of Huang Hongxing, the biggest supporter, the funeral parlor’s protective shield shattered and could no longer block Yaksha’s attack.

Yaksha strode into the funeral parlor, and a beam of white light shot out from his belly. The living souls and dead spirits in the funeral parlor scurried around, and screams filled the entire night sky.

Everything was too smooth, so smooth that Shen Maomao didn’t feel any sense of reality.

Huang Hongxing lied. He wasn’t inexplicably trapped in the funeral parlor and unable to leave, but actively provided energy for the protective shield to prevent the ghosts inside from being captured by Yaksha. This person was very contradictory. If he was wholeheartedly seeking death, why didn’t he remove the protective shield earlier and directly send himself into Yaksha’s mouth? If he had other plans, why did he die so decisively?

With a loud bang, Yaksha ripped off the roof with one hand. The feitouman in the house had nowhere to hide. Yaksha scooped up a fleeing head with his big hand and threw it into his mouth. Chicken flavor, crunchy.

The entire second floor was ripped open by Yaksha. The people who came to attend the memorial service were still standing in the hall, motionless, letting the feitouman rush around.

Yaksha launched an indiscriminate attack, but did not touch these statue-like people.

Shen Maomao and the other two were also mixed in with the fleeing crowd. She looked at the light in Yaksha’s belly and shouted in the noisy background sound: “What do we do, Lou-jie?! Do we have to put ourselves in a desperate situation and then find a way to survive?”

Lou Jingmo stood on a broken piece of the building, facing Yaksha in the wind, her long hair flying freely in the air: “Don’t move, there’s a problem!”

The exit was right in front of them. Who wouldn’t be excited?

But they still had feitouman on their heads. If they rashly moved forward, their fate would probably be the same as those crunchy ones.

Shen Maomao was at a loss: “What do we do?!”

Lou Jingmo jumped to the side to avoid a falling boulder: “Those family members in the house! Go and see why they aren’t being attacked!”

Guan Qiwen and Shen Maomao immediately rushed into the hall. The second they stepped into the hall, these stiff statues moved, reaching out to them and surrounding them like crazy.

Shen Maomao’s pupils contracted. She pushed the big boss out of the main building’s range, but she herself was pulled into the crowd by many hands.

“Rabbit!” Lou Jingmo lifted her foot to rush into the crowd, but after taking two steps forward, she suddenly stopped.

She couldn’t go in. If Shen Maomao was in danger, she could be revived directly next to her, but if she was in danger, Shen Maomao would undoubtedly die.

She suppressed her anxious heart, her right hand touching the back of her neck, staring at the crowd.

Guan Qiwen stood beside her, also not intending to go in. He said softly to her, “I thought you had some special feelings for her, but you are also like this.” Also as cold-blooded as him.

Lou Jingmo glanced at him coldly, didn’t speak, and didn’t want to pay any attention to him.

“No—! Don’t!” A very familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd. It was actually Huang Hongxing, who had already been chewed up by Yaksha!!

“Let go of me!!” Huang Hongxing let out a shrill roar from the crowd. “I was almost successful! Why?! Why are you doing this to me!! Let go of me! You damn things!!!”

Lou Jingmo frowned.

The next second, Shen Maomao squeezed her head out of the crowd with difficulty, and then squeezed out her shoulders.

Lou Jingmo quickly rushed over and pulled her out from under the crowd. She looked her up and down and found that she was actually unharmed.

“What happened?” Lou Jingmo asked.

Shen Maomao patted the dust off her clothes and said, panting, “I don’t know. As soon as I went in, they grabbed my hair. I was about to curse, but I didn’t expect it to hurt at all. Instead, I felt my head lighten…”

Before she could finish speaking, Lou Jingmo pulled open her collar and pulled her in front of her to look.

Shen Maomao struggled a bit, but couldn’t break free. She could only let her be molested like a salted fish³, muttering things like “You need to control yourself!” and “We’re still in public!”

Lou Jingmo let go of her: “The red line is gone.”

Shen Maomao: “?!!! What happened?!”

The sound of Huang Hongxing’s howling in the crowd gradually weakened until it finally disappeared. The family members returned to their statue-like state. Only a shattered head remained on the ground, with a long neck attached to the head, which was still twitching slightly.

The next second, under the gaze of the three of them, the heads of these people separated from their bodies at the same instant, “gulu gulu” falling to the ground, but there were no wounds on their necks.

Shen Maomao was anxious: “Hey—! Wait a minute! F*ck! Lou-jie, what do you do?!”

Lou Jingmo touched her own neck. Two black, shiny things suddenly detached from her and Guan Qiwen’s heads, falling to the ground and “ci wa” screaming.

Yaksha’s gaze turned to where they were. His two lantern-like eyes made Shen Maomao’s heart skip a beat.

He stretched out his big hand towards the three of them. Lou Jingmo quickly pushed the two away, leaving the middle position open, and prepared to run.

However, Yaksha didn’t even look at them. He picked up the two feitouman and stuffed them into his mouth.

This process was repeated several times. There were no more feitouman in the dilapidated building of the funeral parlor.

Wutong, holding his newly-made wife, crawled out of the ruins and yelled at the three in a breakdown: “What are you doing?? Demolishing the house??? My house is gone?! Are you going to compensate me???”

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