Chapter 12: The Law That Villains Die from Talking Too Much

Chapter 12: The Law That Villains Die from Talking Too Much

Young Master Du and the others trembled with fear, especially Young Master Du, who was being stepped on by Pei Ye. Any slight movement made him howl in pain.

But compared to his life, what was this little bit of pain?

“It was my fault, I won’t dare do it again! As long as you spare me, as long as you spare me, I’ll burn lots and lots of money for you during every holiday and festival!”

Young Master Du had originally been an atheist, but after seeing Lan Ying, who had been dead for more than a month, appear before him, and seeing her hair bizarrely grow and wrap tightly around Sister Bai’s head, there was no scientific explanation for what he was witnessing. He had no choice but to believe.

From the conversation between Pei Ye and Lan Ying, that unlucky friend who had died in the car accident had also been Lan Ying’s doing, and a chill immediately ran down his spine.

The car accident had not been an accident at all. It was clearly a vengeful ghost claiming a life!

He still had a bright future ahead of him. He was still so young. His father’s fortune was still waiting for him to squander it. There were still so many girls waiting for him. He couldn’t die!

Lan Ying let out a cold sneer. Her neck stretched like rubber, and her head suddenly moved close to Young Master Du’s face, frightening him so badly that his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Before long, a warm and pungent smell drifted through the air.

Lan Ying extended her cold, stiff, grey-brown tongue and licked Young Master Du’s face. The icy, deathly temperature frightened him into cardiac arrhythmia.

“Begging for mercy?” Lan Ying giggled, a crimson light flashing through her eyes. “That day, I begged you the same way. Not one of you stopped. Not a single one!”

Young Master Du cried, “I was wrong. I really know I was wrong.”

Lan Ying licked Young Master Du’s ear and eye with the tip of her cold, stiff tongue.

“An apology? Regret? Too late.”

To take revenge on these beasts, she had died full of resentment and willingly transformed herself into a vengeful ghost.

She would rather never be reincarnated and suffer all the tortures of the eighteen levels of hell than let these people go.

“Do you know what I went through after you destroyed me?”

Pei Ye sat nearby with a cigarette in her mouth, flicking the ash twice.

She suddenly remembered something a certain disaster star surnamed Jiang had once said.

Villains die from talking too much.

The best approach was to strike cleanly and decisively. If you dragged things out reminiscing about the past, some Cheng Yaojin would definitely jump out halfway and interrupt.

“I’m saying, why don’t you kill them first and reminisce afterward?”

Pei Ye sincerely offered the female ghost Lan Ying some advice.

After all, once a person died they became a ghost. Whatever trash talk she wanted to say, she could continue saying it to Young Master Du’s ghost afterward.

“You threw money at me and told me to take those two thousand and get lost, so I left.” Lan Ying ignored her. Her stretched neck lengthened even more, winding twice around Young Master Du’s neck. Her cheek pressed against his in apparent affection. Young Master Du was so frightened that tears streamed down his face, and most of his trousers were soaked. “I was in pain. I was lost. Then a man in his forties followed me and robbed me. He took my money and dragged me into an alley. That alley was so dark, so dark. There wasn’t a trace of light. It was so cold in there, so cold...”

Young Master Du shut his eyes in terror.

Unable to see, his sense of touch became even sharper. He didn’t dare move a muscle. Snot dripped down into his mouth, yet he didn’t dare wipe it away.

“That old man beat me savagely and sold me to the owner of a hair salon. He took my ID card and my phone, put an iron chain around my neck, locked me in a basement, and made me serve one person after another like a dog. Do you know how many days I lived like that?” Lan Ying laughed. “In the end I died, but I was so lonely, so I came back to see all of you. Are you happy? Men like you are really cowards. When you’re doing evil, you’re fearless. Why do you become timid as mice after you’ve done it? So bad~~~”

Lan Ying’s cold wrist wrapped around Young Master Du’s cheek. Her bluish-black fingers stroked his face like a lover’s whisper.

It sounded like a coquettish complaint between lovers, yet every living person in the private room felt their hair stand on end.

Seeing how much Lan Ying was dragging things out, Pei Ye let out a sigh.

This girl really lacked efficiency.

Hadn’t the previous three car accidents been quick and decisive?

When someone with a mental fluctuation value of one hundred began approaching this place, Pei Ye knew that Lan Ying’s revenge plan would most likely end in failure.

As if to prove the law that villains die from talking too much, a clap of thunder sounded, and the righteous side made a dazzling entrance.

“Lightning Mother and Thunder Lord, swiftly descend with your divine power. By the urgent decree of the Supreme Lord Lao!”

Blue arcs of electricity crackled and scattered. The ghostly barrier the female ghost had created collapsed along with the incantation.

The young man in the white shirt held a peachwood sword in one hand and formed the Five Thunder Seal with the other.

The miasma dispersed, revealing the true situation inside the private room.

When he saw a vengeful ghost about to harm someone, Zhu Chun’an flew into a rage.

“Monster! Surrender without resistance!”

Lan Ying’s ghostly face instantly became ferocious, revealing the appearance she had at the time of her death. Her blood-soaked visage made people’s hearts tremble.

“Stinking Daoist priest, ruining my plans!”

With that, the black yin energy around Lan Ying surged violently. The ghostly aura grew overwhelming as she attacked the young man in the white shirt with clawed hands.

“Monster, die!”

After a standard round of verbal sparring, the man and the ghost started fighting.

Pei Ye extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray.

Honestly, she had already finished an entire cigarette. If the female ghost had truly wanted to kill someone, with all the time she had spent talking, the corpses of those people beside her would already have gone cold.

The female ghost had spent the entire time babbling endlessly and had even ignored Pei Ye’s reminder. How could she blame the Daoist priest for ruining her plans in the end?

Unfortunately, the female ghost didn’t see it that way.

In a ghost’s logic, ghosts were never wrong.

She let out a shrill roar. Not only was the sound piercing and unpleasant, it also made people dizzy and disoriented.

Lan Ying lunged straight at Zhu Chun’an, while he calmly met her attack.

The man and the ghost darted around the private room, leaping up and down, one pursuing while the other retreated, then reversing positions. It looked like an elaborate gymnastics routine.

For a time, they were surprisingly evenly matched.

After watching for a while, Pei Ye lost interest. With nothing in her mouth to hold, she felt uncomfortable.

“Hey...”

When Young Master Du and his gang of cronies saw the young man in the white shirt make his dazzling entrance and engage the female ghost in battle, they immediately felt as though they had returned from hell to the human world.

Before their hearts could return to a normal rhythm, Pei Ye’s voice sounded like the call of an evil ghost, dragging them straight back into hell.

“W, what?”

They had not missed Pei Ye’s earlier display of violence.

Even the female ghost seemed extremely wary of her.

Pei Ye glanced disdainfully at Young Master Du’s soaked trousers and reached over to take a pack of cigarettes from one of his friends.

She pulled one out and placed it between her lips.

After watching for a while, she said, “The kid’s about to lose.”

The moment the words left her mouth, the female ghost’s claws tore through Zhu Chun’an’s shirt sleeve.

Although they left only three shallow marks on his arm, the ghostly claws carried a deadly poison, and the wounds darkened at a visible speed.

Ghostly energy entering the body would erode yang energy.

This sort of injury would be severe for an ordinary person, but Zhu Chun’an possessed the Pure Yang Body and was also a Daoist cultivator. Logically, he should have been fine.

Zhu Chun’an thought so as well.

“Such a trivial poison...”

Before he could finish speaking, the hand holding the peachwood sword rapidly lost all sensation. The sword slipped from his grasp, and black energy spread upward at a horrifying speed.

Young Master Du’s friends: “...”

Zhu Chun’an, who had been acting impressive halfway through his sentence: “...”

Damn it, what a cursed mouth!

Lan Ying narrowed her eyes with a smile.

“Little Daoist, why don’t you finish what you were saying? Such a trivial what?”

Zhu Chun’an suddenly leaped backward to widen the distance. Using a sofa as cover, he pulled out a yellow talisman and pressed it against the wound while silently chanting a poison-dispelling incantation.

In less than a single breath, the talisman spontaneously combusted, yet the wound’s colour had only lightened slightly.