The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 103: 103: Ah Fang’s vest dropped again!
 

She interrupted, “I am Black Impermanence.” Her voice was cold and emotionless, “I’m here to take your life.”

As she finished speaking, she raised the iron rod in her hand, her eyes unblinking, and smashed down fiercely.

“Bang!”

With a loud crash, the car’s windows shattered into pieces, fragments flying everywhere.

Several cuts were made on Jin Song’s right cheek, and he was already scared out of his wits, his body unconsciously shrinking back as he stammered, “You, don’t come closer.”

This person was unknown and very dangerous.

Indeed, this dangerous individual was Zhou Xufang, and his strike was effective.

Scared now.

Good to know fear.

She planted the iron rod on the ground and tapped it twice, “Come out.” Wearing a cap and an oversized hood over it, her mask was so large that only her eyes were visible. She looked up at the moon obscured by dark clouds, then squatted down and lifted the car. Letting go, with a ‘Duang’ sound, it shocked the two people inside the car into stupidity, and their courage was shattered.

Finally, with an expressionless face, she solemnly recited a phrase, “King Yan commands you to die at midnight.”

Zhou Xufang had been watching a ghost-hunting TV show recently.

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She had a good memory and remembered many lines.

It was a deep, silent night, not a soul on the street, surrounded by eerie silence, only the cold wind rustling the leaves. Jin Song felt a tingling on his scalp and shouted twice.

“Secretary Pang!”

“Secretary Pang!”

Secretary Pang was in the driver’s seat and had turned pale with fright.

This ‘Black-clothed Man’ could… really lift a car with bare hands, it was too eerie!

Jin Song commanded, “Get down.”

In the dead of winter, Secretary Pang sweat profusely, “Vice President…”

He moved to the furthest corner of the back seat and shouted, “Get down!”

After a long mental preparation, Secretary Pang tremblingly opened the door and kept his distance, “The police station is not far from here, don’t, don’t mess around.”

She wasn’t going to mess around.

She said, “Your time is not up yet.” She waved her hand dismissively at the secretary, her voice cold and echoing, “Go.”

Sweat as big as beans rolled down Secretary Pang’s face. He plucked up his courage, walked forward, bit his lip and reached for the iron rod, “Who sent you?”

Her eyes were pitch black, her whole body covered so as not to expose an inch of skin. Her voice was stiff, ghostly, “King Yan.”

“…”

How could there possibly be ghosts in this world!

Secretary Pang moved forward silently, taking a small step and stealthily reaching out to grab the iron rod with determination in one swift motion.

Zhou Xufang didn’t resist and let him take it. Seeing him raise the iron rod, she stood still, tilted her head and asked, “Are you going to hit Lord Black Impermanence?”

“…”

Secretary Pang’s eyes nearly popped out as he stared at ‘Lord Black Impermanence’ without hesitation, mustering up his courage, he raised the rod and fiercely smashed down.

He used all his strength.

Zhou Xufang raised her hand with a light and effortless motion, easily catching the rod. Her voice was also light but stern and rigid, her eyes steady, “This belongs to the underworld, touching it will shorten your life.”

Secretary Pang was struck dumb by her gaze. The next second, reflexively, the hand holding the iron rod let go.

Well, people are still afraid of ghosts.

‘Black Impermanence’ Zhou Xufang picked up the iron rod without effort, raising and lowering it.

“Bang!”

One end of the rod hit the roof of the car, immediately denting it. Secretary Pang heard the noise and shuddered, about to shrink back when his nape was grabbed.

Turning around, he was dumbfounded.

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ was merely using two fingers to pinch the collar at his nape, effortlessly lifting him up, swaying left and right.

Inside the car, Jin Song was already dumbfounded.

Secretary Pang’s legs went weak, unable to pedal at all, hanging like a sheet of paper, being carried around. He stuttered, “What… what are you going to do?”

Zhou Xufang recalled another line from the ghost-hunting TV show and recited it with a deep monotone voice, “How dare you disrespect Lord Black Impermanence.”

After saying that, she shook him even harder.

The strength of normal humans couldn’t possibly be this great…

Secretary Pang was both scared and dizzy, nearly vomiting, as his whole body was covered in sweat, shaking with chattering teeth, trembling as he begged for mercy.

“Sir, spare my life.”

“Lord Black Impermanence, spare my life…”

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ maintained one expression from beginning to end, that of having no expression, her eyes perhaps the only things moving. She said, “All right.”

Then she let go.

Secretary Pang fell to the ground.

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ wiped her fingers on herself a couple of times, seeming a bit disgusted, then tapped her iron rod on the ground twice, looking down at the man coldly, ominously saying, “When your destined lifespan is over, I will come to claim your life. You may go.”

Secretary Pang shakily got up, stumbled a few steps, and then ran off.

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ quietly curled the corners of her lips.

However—

As soon as the man, whose ‘life was not yet over’, ran off, he began to shout loudly, “Someone help! Save me!”

“Someone!”

“Quick, someone!”

Luckily, there weren’t many people on this road at night.

Zhou Xufang was a bit angry, grabbing the rod, turning around, and in a flash, she was in front of the man.

“Don’t shout.”

Secretary Pang was completely stunned; this ‘ghost’ had floated over…

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

Truly faint-hearted.

Fearing the passing cars might run him over, Zhou Xufang crouched down, dragged him to the side, then walked back carrying her iron rod.

Jin Song took this opportunity to dial the emergency number.

His hands trembled continuously, unsure of what he was pressing: “Hello, is this the police station?” his speech was unclear from fright, “Someone, someone is trying to kill me, I am at, at—”

The silhouette in the dark distance had already reached him in the blink of an eye.

Jin Song was stupefied.

Zhou Xufang tapped the car window with her iron rod: “Hang up the phone, come out.”

Jin Song’s hand shook and the phone fell: “Don’t, don’t,” his hand trembling as though he had Parkinson’s, he pushed open the car door, “don’t kill me.”

This woman was too bizarre, with such speed and strength, definitely not a normal human.

‘Non-human’ Zhou Xufang, holding the rod, her pitch-black eyes unmoving said, “It depends on your performance.”

Jin Song’s legs went weak, leaning on the car, he wiped the sweat from his forehead: “I’ll give you whatever amount you want.”

She was unmoved, utterly indifferent: “We ghost messengers do not accept bribes.” A rod prodded against Jin Song’s lungs, “King Yan asks what wrongful acts you have committed in the past three months?”

Jin Song toppled over, sitting on the ground, dumbfounded for a long time: “None.”

Still stubborn.

“Lying and withholding information will also be punished.” Zhou Xufang leaned forward, the ink in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a smear of blood-red, slowly emerging, getting darker and deeper.

Approaching the color of blood.

With her crimson eyes, she stared at the man on the ground: “Don’t you believe I am a ghost messenger?”

Jin Song opened his mouth, utterly terrified and unable to make a sound.

She suddenly reached out, grabbed his neck, leapt onto the rooftop, he hadn’t even reacted when she was holding him, took another leap, jumping between buildings as if on flat ground.

Jin Song was completely petrified, his body like a dead corpse, not moving at all, his eyes not even blinking, the wind whooshing by his ears, his pupils reflecting the quickly receding tall buildings, his body swung around, elevated and dropped…

This journey was walking through the gates of hell.

Finally, Zhou Xufang stopped on the rooftop of a tall building, still holding him, standing at the edge of the skyscraper, her hand stretched outward, his feet dangling in the air, looking down twenty meters below, the vehicles appeared tiny.

“Just let me release my grip,” Zhou Xufang loosened three fingers, holding with just two, “and you will smash into a mess of flesh.”

Jin Song snapped out of his trance: “No! Don’t!”

He stiffened his body, the bandage on his head had long come undone, the blood-stained cloth still wrapped around his neck, his face as if doused with a bucket of water, all sweat, his shirt collar constricting his neck, his face deathly pale, the wound on his head oozing blood, blurring his sight, he didn’t dare to move, fearing she would let go and he’d certainly die beyond recognition from such a height.

Zhou Xufang asked, “Confess, or not?”

Jin Song didn’t dare to hesitate for a second: “I’ll confess!” his voice hoarse as he shouted, “I confess!”

She then carried the man to another location and let go.

Jin Song was thrown onto the rooftop, his bones turned soft with fear, and he sat on the ground like a dehydrated fish, gasping for breath, taking a long time to recover.

“Spill it fast.” Jiang Zhi was still waiting for her at the hospital, and Zhou Xufang had no patience left.

Jin Song instinctively shrank back and began tremblingly, “The month before last, I injured someone, whipped them harshly with a belt.”

Zhou Xufang stared at him coldly, “What else?”

Jin Song dared not prevaricate, his eyes already bloodshot, and he wiped the blood off his forehead with a shaking hand, “I kidnapped the Jiang Family’s youngest son.”

Her tone suddenly rose, “Why did you kidnap him?”

Jin Song choked on his words.

She suddenly leaned in close, her blood-red eyes staring him down, repeated, “Why did you kidnap him?”

Jin Song’s shoulders shivered with fear, hitting the wall of the rooftop, “He replaced the female lead in the movie, causing me a great loss.” He swallowed hard, his voice trembling terribly, “I wanted to toy with him, and the Jiang Family wanted me to test him, see if he was faking his illness.”

The Jiang Family…

Zhou Xufang immediately asked, “Which member of the Jiang Family?”

“Jiang Fuli.”

I wonder if Jiang Zhi knows?

He’s so clever, he must have found out too, so why didn’t he beat up that wicked woman? Could he beat her up? She wanted to beat her up.

Zhou Xufang thought for a while, many things she couldn’t understand, glanced at Jin Song with red eyes, “What else?”

Jin Song, terrified, dared not hide anything, “Last month, I had someone hit him with a car.” He shivered as he explained, “But it was unsuccessful.”

Hearing this, Zhou Xufang’s eyes turned completely cold, as Shuangjiang’s investigation was indeed correct.

“Who drove the car?”

Jin Song’s lips turned purple, cold sweat rolled into the cuts on his face from the car glass, numbing the pain, “Xiao Linsu.”

It all matched up.

Zhou Xufang said, “Continue.”

“Last week, I had someone kidnap Cheng Lianzhou’s wife and child, forcing him to give me his shares.”

Cheng Lianzhou was an old shareholder of Jin Family.

Jin Song was frozen by the cold wind, unable to move at all, only instinctively shrank back, “The day before yesterday, I manipulated a sixteen-year-old boy into signing with me,” he paused, “to serve me in the future.”

This beast!

Zhou Xufang cursed him inwardly, “Anything else?”

“No, no more.”

“Really nothing else?”

Jin Song nodded desperately, “Nothing!”

Zhou Xufang was finally satisfied, reached into her pocket, turned off the recorder, leaned over, and reached out.

Jin Song hastily backed away, “Don’t kill me!”

Humph, beast!

Zhou Xufang picked him up with one hand, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and leaped down.

“Ah ah ah ah ah—”

The scream, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

After landing, Zhou Xufang threw the man to the ground, wiped her hands on her pants, and said, “King Yan has ordered me to spare you for now. If you commit evil again, I will come for your life.”

Jin Song was petrified with fear, lying motionless on the ground, his crotch soaked.

Zhou Xufang kicked him with the tip of her shoe, her tone serious and stern, “Aren’t you going to thank Lord Black Impermanence?”

She had played a bit player for over a year, and she thought her acting was quite average.

But, she felt she was very suited to play a female ghost.

Jin Song buried his head, hands clenched at his sides, “Thank… Lord Black Impermanence.”

How could there be real ghosts in the world.

Only those who play tricks and deceive.

He clenched his teeth, still shaking, terrified, angry, and outraged.

“You object?”

Zhou Xufang kicked his car, it seems not to use much force, yet the hood caved in.

Jin Song trembled even more violently; his legs were too weak to stand, so he crawled backward.

Zhou Xufang stepped on his sleeve, leaned over with eyes as red as if they were melting fresh blood inside, and pointed a finger at the back of Jin Song’s head, “In the future, will you dare to do evil again?”

Jin Song stuttered nervously, “No, I dare not.”

“Remember what you said today.”

After she spoke, she raised her hand and knocked him out. Then, clapping her hands and picking up her iron rod, Shuangjiang could only temporarily control the surveillance; it wasn’t suitable for her to stay long. She was about to leave when she heard the sound of a car door opening.

Someone was there!

Zhou Xufang pulled her hat down.

The voice came from behind, “Lord Black Impermanence.”

That voice…

She only needed to hear it once to know who it was.

He was five meters away, his words slow and deliberate, “Jiang Family’s youngest son, Jiang Zhi.” He walked forward leisurely, “Can you check for me how much longer I have to live?”

He heard everything!

His car was parked five meters away, the night wind was loud and interfering with her hearing; she couldn’t hear the car sound from the rooftop.

When had he come? How long had he been here? What had he heard?

The more Zhou Xufang thought, the more annoyed she became; she didn’t turn around but hid behind the car.

Oh, she nonchalantly replied in a disguised voice, like a ghost, “You have a long life ahead, you’ll live to a ripe old age.”

Jiang Zhi chuckled softly, his steps halting.

Zhou Xufang stood behind the car, afraid he saw her ‘misdeeds.’ She crouched down, secretly grabbed Jin Song’s leg, and dragged him to the back.

Jiang Zhi just stood still, watching her ‘actions.’

“Did you see?” Zhou Xufang didn’t know how much he had seen.

Wrapped in a coat, Jiang Zhi coughed in the wind-blown mess of his hair. Under the light, the dim, foggy blue showed a hint of tenderness apart from its flamboyance, “What?”

Zhou Xufang pushed the car, and it moved.

Her strength was truly extraordinary.

Jiang Zhi said, “I saw.”

“Aren’t you scared?” The part where she jumped onto the rooftop and scurried around like a monkey, he probably didn’t see; she could at least be sure that he came after she had reached the rooftop; otherwise, with her hearing, it was impossible not to hear.

So, Jiang Zhi only saw her using brute force.

No, there was also her crude violence, posing and feigning, and beating people.

Zhou Xufang was so annoyed; she should have been more ladylike, like the queen in the TV dramas who spoke with a pinched voice and twisted her fingers…

The wind carried Jiang Zhi’s voice over, “Afraid of what? Afraid that Lord Black Impermanence will come for my life?”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

He laughed, his eyes twinkling with stars and lamp light, from a distance, a beautiful figure in the painting, the wind fluttering his coattails, every scene was beautifully exquisite.

“So, I’ve done so many terrible things, why haven’t you come for me yet?” He drawled with a smile before calling out again, “Lord Black Impermanence.”

“…”

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ was a bit dazed, a bit stunned, a bit numb, a bit overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi tentatively called her, “Zhou Xufang?”

‘Lord Black Impermanence’ pinched a deep and muffled voice, “I am not Zhou Xufang.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t argue and switched, “Fine, Lord Black Impermanence,” his tone slightly heavy and resounding, “turn around.”

Silence followed, only the sound of the wind.

After a long time, she finally turned around.

“You only saw the surface.” Her eyes had lost their red tint, from a distance, through the light she looked at his ink-smeared eyes, “But I am a hundred times, a thousand times more dangerous than what you saw.”

She was clad entirely in black, enveloped tightly.

She glanced at Jiang Zhi once and dared not meet his gaze again; without waiting for him to come closer, she placed the recording pen on the car, “I took your grandmother’s employment fee, this is all I should do.”

Having said that, she turned and ran into the night.

Jiang Zhi watched the direction in which her figure disappeared, kicked a stone on the ground, “Why hide? I’m not going to eat you.”