Chapter 221 Please Forget Me Quietly

Ning Zhe let go of the corpse and put the prison guard’s ID card into his arms. He stood up and glanced at the bloodstains behind Lao Li. They had jumped all the way from the cell.

It is no wonder that the noisy prisoners in the cell suddenly fell silent. No one would remain calm when seeing a corpse with its head down and its feet up jumping past them.

Fortunately, the prisoners had no video recording equipment such as mobile phones, otherwise Taoyuan City’s online forum would have been flooded with reports of strange incidents tomorrow morning.

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The ghost took another step forward.

Lao Li’s head hit the concrete floor heavily. The skin on the top of his head had been worn away, revealing the white skull under his scalp. Every step he took left a round red “footprint” on the ground.

“The prison is heavily guarded at night, and most doors except for the prison guards’ lounge are locked.”

Ning Zhe faced the ghost standing at the door of the cell, and slowly retreated silently, thinking in his heart: “Even an adult with all four limbs intact would still have a hard time walking in Chenyugu Prison without a key, let alone a corpse with its hands and feet tied up.”

I was able to get from the prison guard lounge to the cell door in such a short time by constantly switching between multiple identities such as human body, bird, insect, etc. by relying on the “change” rule of Taiyi. And this ghost with bound hands and feet and inconvenient movement was only slightly later than me.

“I just started to examine the body when the ghost came after me…”

Ning Zhe stopped retreating because a five-meter-high gray wall was behind him.

“It’s impossible for a ghost to get here in such a short time by itself… So, someone is helping it.”

Where he couldn’t see, someone quietly opened the prison door and let the ghost out.

Who is this guy?
“There is a high possibility that it is Fen Wu.” Ning Zhe had a guess in his mind.

In Fen Wu’s understanding, the person he was hunting down was Yu Ziqian, a powerful ascender who controlled four evil spirits, namely [Terang], [Ye Yao], [Zhao You], and [The God Who Cannot Be Looked At Directly] at the same time.

It is true that Fen Wu wanted to summon You’s rules, but he was also afraid of the murderous ghost controlled by Yu Ziqian.

The older the promoted ones get, the more cautious they become. This is especially true for an old man like Fen Wu who is about to reach the end of his promotion path. Therefore, he did not dare to approach Ning Zhe in person, but chose the same approach as he did at the Bishuiwan Manor:

Please enter the urn.

“Then I want to see who is the turtle in the jar with nowhere to escape?”

Ning Zhe picked up a police hat that a prison guard had dropped on the ground, tore off a work badge from the shoulder of the corpse, turned into a flying bird, carried the two things and flew over the wall, once again leaving the upside-down ghost behind him, flapped his wings and disappeared into the night.

“Ghost, is the ghost gone?”

A few minutes after Ning Zhe left, the prisoners in the cell, who had been silent as a mouse, gradually calmed down. They lowered their voices and discussed the strange scene that had just happened through the iron bars.

“Keep your voice down! That damn thing hasn’t left!”

The prisoner whose cell was closer to the door turned pale and stared at the strange and stiff figure standing on the steps at the door with trembling shoulders, wishing he could break through the wall and escape immediately.

The red light on the ceiling was still flashing and the alarm was still blaring, but this time, no prisoner found it too noisy.

The alarm was sharp and thin, and the loud sound drowned out the prisoners’ whispers and the sound of footsteps that appeared quietly like smoke.

“what!”

A scream came from a single cell. A prisoner who was lying on the iron bars chatting with his cellmate next door suddenly slipped and hit his face directly on the railing. A metal protrusion happened to break his right eyeball. “Fuck! Ah! Ahhhh——!”

Another curse was heard. In another cell, the prisoner lying on the bed turned over wrapped in a quilt. This simple movement somehow pulled the tendon in his leg. He curled up on the bed in a sweat, and pressed his hands hard on the cramped thigh. His lips trembled and turned white in pain.

From the moment someone’s footsteps sounded here, “bad luck” fell on everyone equally.

Painful groans and angry shouts filled the cell where people were just whispering to each other. A thin figure walked slowly through the cell and came to the prison door.

The upside-down corpse stood at the door without any reaction.

The prisoner, who had lost his right eye after a fall, covered his bleeding eye socket in the cell, leaned on the railing and stared at the figure with his only remaining good eye. He slowly walked behind the ghost and gently stroked Lao Li’s knee with his thin hands.

“You run really fast…”

Fenwu looked at the towering dark gray and black walls in the night, then lowered his head to glance at Lao Li’s scarlet eyes.

Swish, the ropes that bound the corpse’s limbs were untied, and piled up on the ground in circles with bloodstains. Lao Li’s stiff body fell to the ground with a bang, lying flat on the ground, motionless.

Fen Wu turned around and cast his gaze at the unfortunate prisoner in the single cell who had his right eye broken.

“you you……”

“Shh-“

Fen Wu raised an index finger to his lips and whispered, “Please forget me quietly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the prisoner’s hands, which were tightly grasping the iron bars, loosened their grip, and his lifeless body fell to the ground, motionless.

The prison was completely silent.

Amid the sound of the red alarm, Fen Wu walked gracefully through the deserted dark corridor and stopped at the door of another single cell a few meters away. The prisoner inside was huddled in the corner, not daring to look up at the thin figure standing at the door.

The prisoner lowered his head tremblingly, his eyes fixed on the iron bars of the cell that separated the two of them, as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

However, as the sound of the key being inserted into the lock was heard, his lifeline was broken.

Fen Wu opened the door and walked into the cell. He leaned down in front of the curled-up prisoner, stretched out a hand to gently stroke his head, and said in a gentle voice: “Don’t be shy, raise your head and let me see your face.”

His voice was soothing, as if it had extraordinary magic. The prisoner’s tense body relaxed. Fenwu held his chin with one hand and turned his face up.

“Don’t be afraid, look into my eyes, yes… that’s it, remember what I look like, okay?” Fen Wu said softly, “Then, please forget me quietly.”

The fear in the prisoner’s eyes disappeared in an instant, and he tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Fenwu pushed the door open and left, slowly walking towards the next cell amid the shrill alarm sounds.

The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was as bright as water, and the prison, which had been silent just a moment ago, was now unusually quiet. Fen Wu was humming an unknown song as he moved lightly in the cell.

At the prison door, the corpse lying on the steps opened its eyes.

(End of this chapter)