bdsm-fiction Chapter 48 Is he a ghost?
Chapter 48 Is he a ghost?
The internet celebrity glared fiercely at Su Qin, completely devoid of her previous panic. She even seemed to be about to confront the ghost slave's clone, but a strong hand firmly grabbed her.
"Miss, please calm down. Let me handle this!"
The middle-aged man stopped the internet celebrity's inappropriate behavior in time, fearing that she might accidentally anger him. This man, who seemed a bit abnormal, clearly knew something, and regardless of whether he was behind it or not, he couldn't be offended.
The internet celebrity angrily slapped the middle-aged man's hand away, shouting furiously, "Watch your mouth! Who are you calling 'Miss'? Your whole family are 'Miss's'!"
Despite her outbursts of criticism, the internet celebrity's actions betrayed her true intentions. She took a few steps back, moving behind the middle-aged man and squeezing among the three men.
The middle-aged man was inexplicably insulted, but he wasn't angry because that wasn't the point.
"Hello, sir! My name is Zhang Haisheng, and I am the business manager of Jiangshan Group, which has just gone public in Beijing."
Sir, do you know something we don't? If you're willing to tell us, I'll process a VIP card for you in my name for our Jiangshan Group. From then on, you'll get a 50% discount on all your spending at hotels and entertainment venues under our Jiangshan Group, and I'll repay you with all my assets.
What does this gentleman think?
As a mid-to-senior level employee of the group, Zhang Haisheng's way of handling things was naturally not as brainless as this internet celebrity's. This man, who clearly had some issues, obviously knew something and had no ill intentions towards them, otherwise he wouldn't have kindly reminded them.
In this situation, the appropriate approach is not coercion or moral blackmail, but rather enticement.
Jiangshan Group?
The Ghost Slave clone felt that the name sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it remembered that it was the property that Fang Shiming gave to the main body.
The ghost slave clone was originally just trying to give these reckless ordinary people a friendly reminder because of his official identity as a ghost tamer. He didn't expect that some of them were employees of the main body. In fact, these people were the main body's beasts of burden, and their deaths would cause the main body a slight economic loss.
"Telling you things you shouldn't know will only make your deaths faster and more miserable. Stay put and do as I say, and you'll have a chance to live. The horror of this incident is beyond your imagination. We could all die if we're not careful. Whether you listen or not is up to you. If you die because you don't listen to my advice, don't blame me for not warning you."
The ghost servant's clone is ultimately just a clone, too preoccupied to help these ordinary people. It's already more than enough that it reminded them.
The two ghost controllers sitting next to him were secretly observing the ghost slave clone with discreet eyes. Both of them felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, and even their foreheads began to sweat.
"I can't stay on this bus any longer; I have to get off at the next stop." The woman sitting by the window had already made up her mind. She had only boarded this bus by chance, and only decided to stay after discovering that it could suppress the resurgence of the vengeful spirit within her.
But this guy who just got on the bus could not possibly be a ghost tamer. The changes in the numbers on the monitor just now clearly showed his identity. He was a genuine vengeful ghost, a vengeful ghost that even a bus could not completely suppress.
Even more terrifying, this vengeful ghost actually spoke! What level of terrifying vengeful ghost must it be? It actually possesses intelligence. Vengeful ghosts are inhuman and only kill according to rules. They would never kindly warn these ordinary people. There must be some terrifying trap hidden here. This is truly terrifying.
She had to get off the bus, or she wouldn't even know how she died. She could tell which was more important: temporarily suppressing the resurgence of the vengeful ghost or facing an unimaginably terrifying one. Her resurgence of the vengeful ghost wasn't very serious to begin with. She had been on the bus for three days, and her current condition was even better than when she first controlled the vengeful ghost. Getting off the bus wasn't out of the question.
Not only the woman, but the man next to her also had the same idea. However, he did not want to leave the bus and even wanted to stay on the bus indefinitely so that the resurgence of the vengeful ghost inside him would be a perfect ending. However, he couldn't figure out the strange guy next to him.
"Thank you, sir! This is my business card. Please keep it safe. When you return to Dajing City, you can come directly to my company. I will transfer all my assets to you as agreed. After all, mobile phone transfers are not possible now, and real estate transactions need to be processed. We can sign the agreement now, so please rest assured."
The middle-aged man took out a folder and a business card from his briefcase and strode towards the ghost slave clone.
The ghost slave clone shook its head indifferently.
"No need for all that. Whether you can go back alive is not up to me, nor do I have the ability to do so. It depends on luck. You should leave your property to your family!"
The cold rejection from the ghost slave's clone left the middle-aged man standing still, somewhat at a loss, and with a bad feeling in his heart.
The situation I've encountered this time is probably as unimaginable as this person described. The fact that the other party is unwilling to accept my gift means that they don't intend to protect me, and they're not even willing to reveal the specifics. All of this indicates the seriousness of the matter.
The middle-aged man had no choice but to return to his seat dejectedly and, as the man had instructed, wait quietly for the bus to stop at the next station.
Seeing that the middle-aged man had been rebuffed, the two young salesmen had no choice but to sit down and accept their fate. They knew that the middle-aged man's social experience and interpersonal skills were of no use, so what could they do?
Seeing that the three men were all looking dejected, the internet celebrity also lost his previous mysterious confidence and could only sit down shakily, but he chose a position closer to the ghost slave clone.
The bus fell silent; not a sound was heard as everyone waited patiently for it to stop.
The bus continued to travel smoothly across the sea, which seemed endless and had no end in sight. Even when the bus stopped, they dared not get off, hoping that the bus would leave the sea and take them back to the city.
On the bus, they felt like time was dragging on forever, their hearts filled with despair, not knowing when this torment would end.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning. Perhaps an hour had passed, perhaps a day had passed, perhaps a year had passed. Several ordinary people felt that they were about to have a mental breakdown.
It's unclear when the sound of waves crashing disappeared from the front of the bus, but a dark forest appeared ahead. The bus drove along a muddy path through the forest, but these ordinary people seemed to have given up hope and didn't notice the changes outside.
The bus suddenly slowed down and eventually came to a complete stop next to an old bus stop in the dark woods.
Creak~ The front and rear doors of the bus opened.
At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past the Ghost Slave clone and ran wildly out of the car. The Ghost Slave clone was a little surprised, wondering what was wrong with this woman, suddenly rushing into this strange and eerie place. Was she really not afraid of death?
The ghost slave clone couldn't think about anything else at this moment. He also needed to get off the bus for a while. He had to get off the bus to get rid of the oppression of the bus and reconnect with the supernatural medium of his main body.
He stiffly stood up and got out of the car, while the woman running ahead felt her hair stand on end and glanced back at the ghost slave clone in terror.
In her line of sight, the guy who looked like a terrifying ghost was stiffly moving his feet, his stiff body seemingly overlapping, getting off the car one after another. But he was just one person, so how could he get off the car one after another?
There was only one explanation: this guy was using some kind of terrifying supernatural phenomenon. The woman reacted immediately without thinking.
"Ah~!..."
The woman opened her mouth wide and suddenly let out a sharp and shrill roar. The sound was extremely piercing, as if it were piercing one's entire brain.
puff~
The ghost slave clone, who had just stepped off the car, was caught off guard and fell straight to the ground. The scream was a terrifying supernatural attack. The ghost slave clone never expected the woman to attack suddenly, and its consciousness was instantly destroyed by this terrifying supernatural attack.
"Dead...dead? He's not a ghost? How is that possible?"
The woman was very knowledgeable about her supernatural abilities. She didn't think the vengeful spirit inside her was more terrifying than this bus. If this guy were really the kind of terrifying vengeful spirit she imagined, it would be impossible for him to be suppressed so easily.
The only possibility is that she guessed wrong, and this guy isn't a ghost at all.