Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 71

The woman bent down, observing the tears streaming down the young man’s face, her expression one of feigned panic and helplessness. She smiled with satisfaction.

“Finally, a different expression. Indeed, even being a prostitute requires some capital, doesn’t it? Jiang Chenyi, think carefully again, where exactly is my Hui?”

Jiang Chenyi clutched the stone beneath him. “I-I told you, Liu Juncai took him away. It’s not my fault you don’t believe me.”

He was panting, cold sweat covering his entire body.

This is bad.

He had somehow provoked this lunatic.

Meng Jiang got up from the ground, growling with anger.

Its steps were resolute as it approached the two, a continuous snarl escaping its throat.

Jiang Chenyi looked at it, tears flowing even faster, blurring his vision.

“Go, Meng Jiang, run, get out of here, play dead, remember…?”

The black dog bared its fangs, saliva tinged with red dripping down, its black eyes filled with hatred as it glared at Luo Yun.

The woman seemed intrigued. She reached out, pinching the young man’s cheek, and laughed, “Oh my, Jiang Chenyi, your dog hates me. Why is that?

Could it be that it knows what I’ve done to you? How interesting, your master-servant act is quite touching.”

Jiang Chenyi felt like he was going insane. He spat, hitting the woman’s face.

Luo Yun’s expression darkened instantly.

“Haha, never been treated like this before, have you? Angry? Go ahead, kill me if you can,” the young man taunted.

Luo Yun wiped her face with her sleeve, her skin twitching, yet she smiled instead. “Oh, so you don’t want it to die, huh? Figured you can’t escape anyway, so might as well die yourself. Haha, how cute. What do you think I’ll do?”

Jiang Chenyi felt like his tear ducts were broken.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t they stop flowing?

They just wouldn’t stop.

In the city center, Meng Loudi suddenly felt uneasy. He had this feeling earlier, but now it was even stronger.

Did something happen?

So worried.

But Liu Juncai, sitting across from him, was still talking non-stop.

They were in a room full of people discussing the latest contract.

Liu Juncai noticed the distraction of the big boss opposite him, cleared his throat, and said, “Mr. Meng, could you please focus?”

“Hmm,” Mr. Ghost replied absentmindedly.

Maybe he was just overthinking it.

Nothing would happen, the house was safe, and there were people to protect him. Nothing would happen. After the meeting, he must call Chenyi.

He must.

Jiang Chenyi felt like he was dead inside, his entire body, except for his heart, which was still alive, tormented by endless pain.

Luo Hui stood on the grass, nudging the black dog in front of him, and laughed, “Finally, can’t get up anymore?”

Meng Jiang’s eyes were closed, a large pool of blood beneath it.

“Oh dear, seems like I accidentally killed it,” the woman’s voice was filled with malice.

Tears were streaming down Jiang Chenyi’s face.

For the first time, he realized just how much he could cry, as if every drop of liquid in his body was determined to escape through that tiny opening.

Luo Yun walked over, squatting down to look at the young man whose face was already soaked with tears, and sighed affectionately.

“What happened? Heartbroken? Hahaha, now, can you tell me where Luo Hui is?”

Jiang Chenyi looked at her, eyes filled with despair. “Liu Juncai, he really is with Liu Juncai. I’m begging you, please, save him, save him, I’m begging you…”

Absolutely, absolutely cannot die.

Meng Jiang, Meng Jiang was a lucky little dog; it survived even in such cold weather, how could it die here?

That was, that was his family, that was the dog son of him and Mr. Ghost.

Please, no matter who, no matter who, come quickly.

Luo Yun tilted her head, sighing, “Why can’t you just tell the truth?”

Jiang Chenyi felt himself plunging into an abyss.

A pitch-black, all-consuming darkness.

What else did she want? What else was she trying to do? Why! Why on earth!!!

“I’ll tell, I’ll tell. Luo Hui was taken by a man named Wang,” Jiang Chenyi gasped.

“Go on,” Luo Yun’s eyes were devoid of any emotion. “What does he look like, where did he go?”

“Chubby, wearing yellow clothes, looking quite wealthy. Seems like he went south,” Jiang Chenyi said earnestly, trying his best to appear sincere.

As long as, as long as this lunatic believed him, Meng Jiang could be saved.

Meng Jiang would be alright.

“Really?” Luo Yun pinched his face.

“Really.”

“Why did you hide it?”

“Because he gave me money to keep quiet. You know, I’m just an ordinary person,” Jiang Chenyi forced a grin.

Luo Yun looked at him, “Ha, do you think I would believe you?”

“…What do you mean?”

The woman glanced at his feet and said, “Since your right leg is useless, let’s make your left hand useless too.”

The sword tip sliced through the skin, severing the tendons in the young man’s hand.

Jiang Chenyi let out a weak moan, his eyes momentarily unable to see the world clearly.

Luo Yun looked at his hand and said, “I don’t know if what you’re saying is true or not. People like you surely wouldn’t tell the truth, right? I’m going to take you away. If I can’t find Hui, you can die.”

Jiang Chenyi felt his blood continuously flowing from his wrist.

Truly insane.

Darkness swept over him, consciousness slipping away.

Luo Yun looked at the unconscious man, lifted the young man, and carried him on her back.

Next, she would begin her escape.

Haha, she actually kidnapped the man of the Alliance of Supernatural Beings’ chief. Tsk, surely this wouldn’t end well.

But, so what?

She had to find Luo Hui.

The blood-red jade pendant was tossed to the ground, stained with blood.

Leaving this treasure should maintain the barrier for two hours, enough time for her to get away with him.

The woman left the blood-scented place with the young man.

A small tuft of fluff struggled to move through the grass.

In the twenty to thirty centimeters high lawn, it was barely noticeable.

The little sparrow, with tears in its eyes, edged closer to the black dog.

Just a moment ago, it didn’t dare to move, fearing it would be discovered.

The aura of the jade pendant suppressed its demon power, weakening it, yet it was still affected.

Absolutely, it must not die!

Meng Jiang was its future lifeline; it couldn’t die so soon.

The little sparrow crawled into the pool of blood, ignoring the blood that stained its feathers.

It moved close to the barely breathing black dog and opened its mouth, releasing its small demon core.

The golden demon core floated in mid-air, entering Meng Jiang’s mouth.

A demon core was the most precious thing to a demon.

The little sparrow wiped away the tears on its face and crawled desperately towards the door.

Now, it had to seek help, or else the chief’s wife would be killed.

The short distance was a long journey for the tiny sparrow.

With relentless effort, it finally crawled out after twenty minutes.

Its belly feathers were worn out, blood oozing out, exposing the flesh.

It had to reach the Ba Lin Building; it had to be possible.

The little sparrow spread its wings and took off abruptly.

Golden feathers, stained with blood, shimmered in the air.

With a desperate determination, the little sparrow reached the Ba Lin Building within minutes.

The supernatural beings were above the thirty-fifth floor.

The little sparrow flew to the fortieth floor, finally finding a window that wasn’t tightly shut.

It flew inside, letting out a chirp.

It was the break room, where a person stood, tilting their head to look at it, “Sparrow spirit? What’s happened to you?”

Confirmed, it was a supernatural being.

The little sparrow’s tears fell instantly, “Quick, find Mr. Chief, the madam and Meng Jiang are in trouble!”

Meng Loudi couldn’t sit still anymore.

He was like a hyperactive child, unable to stay seated.

Someone was reporting some nonsense above.

Liu Juncai, sitting across from him, noticed his agitation and teased, “What’s wrong? Is the chairman of Ba Lin unable to sit still?”

He never had a good impression of supernatural beings, always feeling this way.

Meng Loudi scoffed, glancing at him.

He didn’t like this guy either.

The door was suddenly flung open, and a woman with purple hair cradled the little sparrow, screaming, “Mr. Chief! The madam is in trouble!”

Meng Loudi’s expression froze instantly.

August 17th was a day of chaos.

An unexpected event occurred; the eighth chief’s home was attacked, the chief’s wife disappeared, Meng Jiang was severely injured, and Meng Loudi was furious.

The entire realm of supernatural beings was thrown into turmoil.

August 18th, the day after the incident.

Mr. Ghost sat in the villa, gently stroking Meng Jiang’s head.

The black dog, wrapped in bandages, lay on the man’s lap with a melancholic gaze.

The little sparrow, terrified, lay in a small nest nearby, its chest smeared with a thick layer of ointment.

As the biggest hero of this incident, the little sparrow was kept in Mr. Chief’s home to recover.

A green jade ring with a hint of red, a blood-red jade pendant.

Meng Loudi’s expression was calm.

Brownish stood trembling in the lobby, along with twelve other officers.

Brownish swallowed hard and said, “Mr. Chief, we haven’t found any trace of madam yet.”

“Is that so? I see,” Meng Loudi replied, his fingers gently stroking Meng Jiang’s head.

No one else dared to make a sound.

It was as if the person sitting before them wasn’t a charming beauty, but a living embodiment of wrath.

The living embodiment of wrath pondered for a moment and said, “You all know the reason, right? The little sparrow has explained it quite clearly, hasn’t it?”

The little sparrow had described the scene at least three times.

All twelve nodded in unison.

Meng Loudi appeared calm and gentle as he spoke, “Our Chenyi had his right foot crushed and the tendons in his left hand severed, covered in wounds, and now he’s missing. It was done by a woman from the Luo Family. You aren’t useless, yet you haven’t found a single trace until now.

Our Chenyi told the truth, but that woman still didn’t believe him. Oh dear, what can I say?

Do you think I can swallow this anger? Can I?”

His gaze drifted lightly over the twelve supernatural beings, bringing a chill.

No one dared to speak.

Meng Loudi exhaled and said, “Tell the Luo Family and Liu Family that if I don’t find my Chenyi by tonight, they’ll become my living sacrifices.”

“Yes,” the twelve officers nodded, cautiously leaving the room.

The little sparrow trembled, feeling as if this lord’s gaze was pinned on it.

After a while, Meng Loudi reached out, picked up the jade ring on the table, and tears fell.

Even a beauty shedding tears is a sight to behold.

He bit his lip and fiercely smashed the jade ring to the ground, shouting angrily, “Damn it!”

If only he’d insisted Chenyi keep his jade ring with him all the time. Now, what has become of his Chenyi?

It’s truly infuriating.