Chapter 6 Brother, You Smell Good (Please Read!)

"What the hell?"

Stunned, Ji Jue's heart tightened and he couldn't help but become nervous.

Is there a thief?

That's so rare!

After all, my family is so poor that if a thief came, I would probably go out with tears in my eyes. If I had a little conscience, I might leave two hundred yuan on the table before leaving so that my children can study hard.

Beishan District is located on the outskirts of Yacheng. It has no high-tech, but it is never inferior to other districts in terms of dirtiness and poor conditions. Illegal immigration, gangs, smuggling, and even murders... While it is in chaos, the number of murders has always been ranked first among all districts in Yacheng. The ranking is so stable that even the governor has to call him "old man"!
As for Ji Jue's old house, it's a compliment to say that it has been through a lot. It leaks rain on cloudy days, draughts in summer, water leaks during the day and electricity leaks at night. It has never been cured of all these problems. Even if you look at it from behind, it doesn't look like a rich family. So over the years, even if there were thieves occasionally, everyone would say sorry for disturbing the family and leave after entering the house to see how poor it is.

Ji Jue bent down, pulled out half a steel bar from under the bed, carefully stepped on the creaking floor, went downstairs, looked around, and felt more guilty than a thief.

But there was nothing to be seen except a broken door handle and a trail of footprints that went through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Hey! Come out! Man, you've come to the wrong place. I don't have any money!"

There's nothing here except a crispy college student who eats, sleeps and is lazier than you!

Ji Jue poked his head in. In the kitchen, there was only a refrigerator with two doors pulled open, revealing the touching leftovers inside. The light behind the door was flickering, just like the more than 30-year-old refrigerator itself.

Ji Jue felt like being struck by lightning!

Tears are almost coming.

It would be fine if the thief didn't leave empty-handed, but how come he even took away half a plate of boiled chicken that he brought back from Lu Ma the day before yesterday?! He was planning to add a dish to his birthday in two days!
"You are so inhumane!"

He looked at the black fingerprints left on the plate and couldn't help cursing. However, when he looked at the empty kitchen and the open window facing the street, he knew that the thief had already run away, and he couldn't help but feel hatred.

If he had known that the evil forces were targeting the boiled chicken in his refrigerator, he would have picked up a steel bar to fight the thief long ago. There would be no need to be so frightened for so long!
As a result, his refrigerator broke down!
And just as he touched the refrigerator door, amidst the humming sound of the motor like an old cow, an unexpected voice rang out: "Watch out behind you."

At that moment, Ji Jue turned back suddenly.

In the fishy wind blowing in my face, I saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

Looking at him.

Hungry...

Just above the door to the kitchen entrance, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, a strange, hunched figure like a spider was wriggling, chewing the last remaining bones in its mouth.

The sharp teeth are like knife blades, which are frightening.

The moment he saw the figure's face clearly, Ji Jue could no longer hold back and screamed.

"You...you are the old man from yesterday!!!"

Isn't it?

He remembers that old face clearly!

It was clearly the old man who rode his tricycle to kill himself and almost caused him to be reincarnated in another world... The situation was too chaotic at the time, and no one noticed when he slipped away. Ji Jue didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect that he would dare to break into his house!

However, the appearance was much weirder than yesterday.

Highlight a personification.

I don’t know what medicine I took wrongly.

"Well, you dare to come again! You think you can take advantage of me, right?!" Ji Jue was furious: "Don't even think about leaving today if you don't pay me! Get off my wall right now!"

Lao Deng is quick to accept advice.

Very obedient.

The moment Ji Jue asked him to come down from the wall, he had already—flew! pounced! and! arrived!
too fast.

It was just like the moment when a spider or a mantis hunts its prey. The foul-smelling wind swallowed up Ji Jue in an instant. Ji Jue subconsciously stepped back and blocked the refrigerator door in front of himself. The next moment, he saw that the thick door of his refrigerator, which was useless except for being big and clumsy, was torn into a big hole between Lao Deng's sharp fingers. The sharp nails scraped across Ji Jue's face, leaving a cut.

In panic, Ji Jue kicked up, but failed to kick. Instead, he was knocked back a few steps. He quickly walked around the dining table and ran to the kitchen door while Lao Deng was trying to pull his hand away.

Just like that, I watched the old guy tear the door of my refrigerator into pieces.

The strange old man, hunched over like a monkey, huddled on the remains of the refrigerator, groping for the things inside. He even picked up the porcelain plate he had just dropped and stuffed it into his mouth, crushing it with a crunch.

The scarlet eyeballs were filled with chaos.

"Eat, eat, eat... I'm so hungry..."

The corner of his mouth torn by the porcelain plate opened and closed, blood flowed out, and was slowly licked back by a long tongue. The old man raised his head and looked straight at Ji Jue, drooling: "Fragrant, you smell so good..."

"Okay, stop talking. When one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid, right?"

Without thinking, Ji Jue took out the only forty-eight yuan and nineteen cents in change from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "Uncle, this is all the money you have. Use it to have morning tea... I recommend the one on the north side of Liupu Street. The steamed buns are cheap and large..."

boom!
The dining table was also torn to pieces by the screaming old man, and the kitchen cabinet behind where Ji Jue had just stood was also torn apart. Broken pots and bowls fell to the ground, echoing with a sound that broke Ji Jue's heart.

Oh no, does he not like eating steamed buns?

Ji Jue rolled out of the kitchen, his mind blank: If I don’t want to eat steamed buns, pickled rice noodles are also good!

But even if his mind was blank, Ji Jue understood that what Lao Deng wanted to eat was not siu mai, fried dumplings, rice rolls, or steamed buns with rice in a clay pot... He wanted to eat himself!!!

When the fishy wind blew in his face again, Ji Jue gritted his teeth, tightened the steel bar in his hand, and swung it with all his strength towards the old man's forehead!

No longer caring about respecting the elderly and loving the young! A loud noise broke out.

The steel bar flew out of his hand and rebounded, as if it had hit a concrete pier with all its strength.

The steel bar was strong enough to smash the skulls of several old men, but it only left a cut on his forehead. Instead, two cuts as if cut by a knife were left on Ji Jue's arms.

Blood flowed and splashed.

It fell on the old man's face and was swept away by the long tongue, just like drinking fine wine. The old man was so excited that his whole body trembled and he screamed with excitement.

"Smells good! Smells good! You smell so good!!!"

"I'm going to fuck your fucking party!"

As he staggered backwards, Ji Jue grabbed the water bottle and cup on the cabinet and smashed them without thinking, then turned around and ran towards the door.

After briefly tasting Ji Jue's blood, the old man, who was in ecstasy and excitement, chased after him madly using his hands and feet, his whole body cramping with excitement.

However, he never expected that when passing the stairs, Ji Jue's movements suddenly stopped.

He reached out, grabbed the fancy stair railing that he had repaired just a few days ago, pulled the sharp iron branch out of the barely patched cement, turned around and chopped it towards his face!

In an instant, the iron rod sank into the old man's eye socket, and he staggered. Then, Ji Jue kicked him out of the door, and he fell into the muddy yard like a rolling gourd.

Without waiting for him to get up from the tumble, Ji Jue jumped up directly and stepped on his neck with all his strength and body weight!
click!
The breaking sound was like thunder, ringing in Ji Jue's ears, so clear.

He didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then I heard a shrill scream under my feet.

It sounded like the dying cry of some animal, or like the roar and cry of hunger.

With half of a railing still embedded in his eye socket, Lao Deng's hands and feet kept squirming, tearing, and struggling, even overturning the electric bike next to him.

Even though his neck was broken, his twisted face was still scarlet, which was a terrifying color.

He opened his mouth madly, wanting to bite.

The only thing Ji Jue could do was to hold on to the railing with all his strength and press the old man's head to the ground, but he was almost unable to hold it back.

Too much strength!
He felt that what he was suppressing was not an old thing that looked like it was dying, but some kind of monster in human skin. If he let go, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

One could sense the nauseating stench from the old man's eyes, ears, mouth, and even his body, as well as the faint scarlet light.

Fatal injuries seemed to be of no consequence.

He is still full of energy!
Even the cervical vertebrae that should have been broken actually quickly connected... Ignoring the iron rod that pierced through the eye socket, he moved forward little by little...

However, it seemed as if for a moment, the old man's strength suddenly loosened a lot, but then he became even more violent, and in the constant biting, only sticky blood spurted out of his mouth and fell on Ji Jue's hand.

So cold.

[External active distorted spiritual essence detected, do you want to absorb it? ]

The information from the watch suddenly emerged from his soul and consciousness, making Ji Jue ecstatic. He was afraid that the watch didn't understand, so he shouted with all his might:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES!! YES!!!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Even at the moment when he didn't even have time to smile, a crisp sound came from his watch - tick!
Then, a faint light emerged from the dial, extending along Ji Jue's palm and five fingers, outlining a complex matrix totem, like a circuit, falling into the fingertips, extending along the iron branch, downward.

It was as if in an instant, the flesh and blood were no longer flesh and blood, and the palm was no longer a palm, but had undergone a transformation, forming a tool that even Ji Jue could not control.

It went through the crack above the eye socket and penetrated into the old ghost's head!
And then - there are invisible wheels turning, and the terrifying gravitational force like a black hole is spreading, which is enough to suppress the siphoning of all distorted spiritual essences. It begins!
The shrill scream stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was a boiling sound, like a kettle roaring over a fire, and a thick blood light gushed out from the old ghost's eye sockets, along the matrix, and into the watch.

The old thing that was originally twitching and spasming began to shrink rapidly.

Only the sticky blood kept squirming and struggling, like a crazy insect, and was pulled out of his body and sucked out by the watch in one breath!

The numbers on the dial climbed madly, reaching 59 in an instant.

In just a few seconds, it was almost catching up with the spiritual energy reserves that Ji Jue had accumulated over the years!
The old thing that kept twitching finally fell to the ground, unable to move anymore. No, it was more like... it was back to its original form, and after losing that strange power, it was dying.

A glimmer of clarity appeared in the eyes that were filled with chaos and hunger.

As if waking up from a long nightmare, he stared blankly at everything in front of him, dazed and confused. After a long time, he seemed to recall something, and his lips opened and closed, as if he was saying a name.

Turbid tears slowly slid down from the corners of my eyes.

Falling into the mud.

Just like that, it gradually collapsed and turned into ashes.

Nothing more was seen of him except a set of tattered clothes.

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