What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 25 Hunter’s Prey
"Stop him! Stop him!"

Feeling the raging power on his neck, Nightmare was truly terrified this time.

After all, this wasn't just an ordinary physical wound; it was truly damaging her very essence.

She, who manipulated people's hearts and was high and mighty, did not act more noble than anyone else when she bled.

Her expression was terrified. She covered her exposed neck, yet she could still speak, urging him on in a hoarse and shrill voice as she fled towards the door without hesitation.

Tan Lei, that little giant, and many more, and even more, neighbors who were still arriving, seemed to have gone mad, surging towards Xia Qing like a tidal wave.

boom!
Xia Qing didn't rush to chase after them. Instead, she picked up her mother, Zhou Ying, threw her into the bedroom, and sealed the door shut.

Instead of retreating, they advanced, going against the current to meet the densely packed crowd surging forward.

boom!
At this moment, fingers, palms, elbows, and knees all became violent weapons.

A single palm strike or a punch could easily send a person flying.

During vigorous exercise, there was occasional physical contact, and his hood was inadvertently lifted.

What's visible is a pair of sporty in-ear headphones.

The rousing drumbeats and electronic music echoed in my ears.

The angry roars and screams were completely drowned out by the deafening high-pitched sounds.

Then, it seemed that they were not satisfied with this.

On Xia Qing's body, and even in the stairwell outside the door.

One by one, the high-powered speakers that had been set up beforehand suddenly blared in unison, unleashing a surging, almost tangible wave of sound.

Amidst this roar.

Any words, any shouts, seemed to become a silent pantomime.

Xia Qing is like a movie protagonist who unleashes his power to the beat of the drums in the background music.

With a wave of his hand and a sway of his foot, anyone who tries to stop him will fall to the ground.

The crowded and congested stairwell was quickly cleared to create a passageway amidst the chaos of people tumbling over.

"Help! Help!"

The nightmare's piercing cries for help were completely replaced by deafening sound waves.

This has been the past ten days.

Although their main hopes are focused on their own special abilities and martial arts skills.

However, Xia Qing did not sit idly by in other aspects.

Since guessing that the ability to bewitch nightmares requires the use of sound to reach its full potential, he naturally needs to make some preparations.

The rhythmic and energetic music in the in-ear headphones completely masked most of the ambient noise.

Moreover, continuous high-volume music can stimulate consciousness and emotions.

The oversized hooded sweatshirt is filled with miniature supersonic speakers that act as a sound barrier, interfering with all sound sources from every angle.

It can even spread and cover the surrounding area, weakening the impact of the nightmare on others.

In addition, the ever-present text prompts from the Money Dart Technique and the resistance boosted by Tai Chi's ability to enhance mental willpower.

He has done everything he can to prepare.

However, everything was based on guesswork and experimentation. It was not possible to determine its effectiveness beforehand, which is why we dared not take the risk easily.

The nightmare enraged him and brought him back.

It can be said that they got what they wanted and achieved perfect results.

"Now, I am the hunter!"

Look at that person, scrambling through the crowd to escape, yet still daring to look back at their nightmare.

Xia Qing's lips parted and closed, but she remained silent.

Then, it fiercely knocked away anyone who stood in its way and chased after them all the way.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Die! Die! Die!"

Seeing that words were ineffective, the Nightmare Bewitched changed its tactics.

Blood-soaked words seeped from the wall.

Abandoned neon signs lit up with words of impotent rage.

The shadows reflected in each place seemed to be roaring and baring their fangs.

Swish!
He was in a daze, and his steps were slightly unsteady.

Once she was fully awake, Xia Qing took out a red handkerchief and tied it directly over her eyes.

The semi-transparent red scarf could not completely block out the view.

But the grid-like view is enough to shred everything in front of you into pieces.

boom!
A gleaming golden steel nail shot out like a bullet, piercing directly through the ankle of the bewitching nightmare.

"If this is all you've got, then you might as well die." Xia Qing continued to silently move her lips.

……

The dark and gloomy alleyways between buildings.

The lame woman moved her legs in terror and panic, fell down, then frantically got up and scrambled forward.

Behind me, the rousing drumbeats and electronic music grew ever closer.

Like a shadow.

Like a carbuncle on the tarsal bone.

More like the Grim Reaper who takes lives.

Step by step, it leads to death.

"Help! Help!"

The woman screamed helplessly and pitifully, pounding on the doors along the way in terror.

None of the doors were open.

There was nowhere to escape, and nowhere to go underground.

Even cries for help were drowned out by the ever-approaching roar.

In her terror, the woman was gradually forced into a dead end.

Looking at the concrete wall that completely blocked her way, the woman was utterly devastated. She pressed her back against the wall and looked back in fear.

boom!
A steel needle, like a bullet, whistled past the woman's cheek and embedded itself deeply in the wall she was leaning against.

boom!boom!
Two more whooshing and roaring sounds followed.

Two black cards, adorned with gold thread and curving, whistled through the alley, grazed the woman's neck, and embedded themselves on either side.

It holds the neck perfectly in the center.

The thin edges possess the coldness and sharpness characteristic of metal.

The bone-chilling cold, as if it could slice through the skin at any moment, made the woman unconsciously raise her neck and chin, afraid to move an inch.

The hairs on his body stood on end, and his body trembled as he tried his best to suppress it.

As the music drew closer, the silent fear reached its peak.

The man in the hooded sweatshirt had his face covered by a red scarf around his eyes.

Stepping to the beat of the music, with steps that seem to dance in ecstasy, we emerge from the darkness and are greeted by what appears before our eyes.

The fear in the woman's eyes gradually turned into despair, resentment, and disbelief.

She doesn't understand.

I don't understand how I managed to manipulate this prey just a few days ago.

Why did it turn into such a terrifying hunter in just a few days?

The abilities I was so proud of have become completely useless.

And then there's that golden power, sharp and domineering to the extreme.

Even those dozens of people couldn't stop him with his terrifying skills.

All of this happened to a human being in just a few days.

"It seems you've truly run out of ideas and have no help at all."

Xia Qing wore a mocking smile, like a villain.

With their feet moving to the rhythm of the energetic music, they couldn't help but dance spontaneously.

Raise your hand.

Titanium cards were tossed out of his hands like a cat playing with a mouse.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
Each card was precisely embedded into flesh and blood.

However, the golden light it carried was not much.

It merely tears open wounds on the bewitching nightmare, burning and corroding it like sulfuric acid, causing screams that even drown out the sound waves.

Yes, this is blatant abuse and venting.

He vented his anger and repression that had been building up in recent days as much as possible.

He's just an ordinary person.

Revenge should be carried out to the fullest.

Anger needs to be vented.

We can't talk about human rights and principles with a monster that bewitches people and devours them.

Touching his parents was an even bigger offense, and no matter how he vented his anger, he couldn't get over it.

In one breath, he threw out most of the fifty-four cards he was carrying.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Xia Qing went all out, spending a fortune to finally end his life.

(End of this chapter)