Chapter 120 - 120 One hundred and twenty

Words : 1399 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

120: One hundred and twenty. Make a comeback 120: One hundred and twenty. Make a comeback Boom— Flashes of lightning flickered, as the dark clouds collapsed. Torrential rain washed down. After a heavy day, finally, as it grew dark, the deluge came abruptly. Beneath the intense curtain of rain, the outline of Xishan Gallery faintly emerged. By coincidence, it stormed each time they visited Xishan Gallery. Outside the desolate entrance, a car hid in the shadows, silently waiting for the upcoming midnight. Beep beep beep beep—beep beep beep beep—beep beep beep beep— An abrupt alarm rang out in the stillness of the car, the timer hitting zero. Midnight had arrived. After shutting off the alarm, Lu Li, sitting quietly in the driver’s seat, looked up. His gaze pierced through the rain, settling on the vast shadowy outline that loomed in the shop. As always, a chill began to spread over Xishan Gallery. “Can we beat it?” Lu Li turned to ask Yang Chunxue in the backseat. Exorcizing Yang Chunxue was crucial. Although the kitchen knife had already... exorcized many ghosts, it was still unknown whether it could inflict fatal damage on nearly evil spirits. “Anyway, she definitely can’t beat me,” Yang Chunxue said confidently; she wasn’t a novice anymore. The car door opened, and a transparent umbrella poked out, “pop” opening with a snap. The pounding rain drummed on the umbrella, vibrating incessantly. Lu Li closed the car door, taking a silent glance at Yang Chunxue, who had ducked under the umbrella to avoid the rain, her face beaming with a silly smile. The gate remained as they left it last time, with the broken chain hanging from the rusty iron gate. Swish— Lifting his hand lightly, the chain slithered down like a snake, falling into the water, piling into a heap. A man and a ghost under one umbrella entered the gallery, crossing the abandoned playground covered in a layer of water, arriving at the gallery. “The whole gallery is filled with chill; I can’t sense where she is,” Yang Chunxue tried to sense their surroundings but looking at Lu Li after coming up empty. The dorm building was large, so the sensing ability, reduced by obstructions just like wifi, failed to detect the Birth Difficulty Ghost. “She’ll come to us,” Lu Li said, standing under the eaves, folding down the umbrella, quietly watching the darkness deep in the corridor. Behind him, the sound of rain washing away from the outside world erased any eerie sounds that might have arisen inside the abandoned dormitory. Lu Li now switched to the Ghost Fetus Manual, scattering a thin chill from his body as bait. Several seconds, then ten seconds. A wave of chill suddenly emerged from deep in the corridor, cold and malevolent, filled with malice. In just a few seconds, a ghostly figure smeared with blood, intestines dangling from beneath her skirt, appeared within the range of the light. “Have you... seen... my child...” From the clumped hair, crimson eyeballs were exposed. “Take action.” Lu Li gripped the kitchen knife. Yang Chunxue, beside him, floated upward, with a whirlwind of chilling air stirring, causing her hair to fly wildly. A deluge of chilling energy like a flash flood, pressed the Birth Difficulty Ghost’s aura to the lowest in an instant. Attacked, the Birth Difficulty Ghost, already bereft of sanity, automatically retaliated. The intestines dragging under her skirt extended rapidly, shooting out to entangle Yang Chunxue. Yang Chunxue, not new to combat, didn’t panic. She manipulated the chilling air, forming a barrier around herself. The intestines coiled around the chilling air barrier several times, tightening bit by bit. Yang Chunxue had the upper hand against the Birth Difficulty Ghost, but was somewhat lacking in strength. However, she wasn’t fighting alone. A shadow shot out from behind her, leaving a scar in the space, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of the Birth Difficulty Ghost. Like a hot knife through butter, it effortlessly pierced the ghost’s chest. Blood bubbles instantly formed around the kitchen knife, spreading throughout the body of the Birth Difficulty Ghost. “Ahhh, it hurts so much!!!” The Birth Difficulty Ghost let out a sharp, agonizing scream. Its energy faltered, and the intestines entangling Yang Chunxue suddenly went limp. Seizing the opportunity, Yang Chunxue formed several blades out of condensed negative energy in the shape of kitchen knives and slashed down rapidly. The several-meter-long intestines were sliced into more than a dozen segments, falling to the ground in sections, bouncing several times like living creatures before dissipating into puffs of black smoke and negative energy. The blood bubbles spreading from the kitchen knife had now boiled over the entire chest of the Birth Difficulty Ghost, and Yang Chunxue gathered all her negative energy to control the ghost’s spirit. The Birth Difficulty Ghost, invaded by the knife, couldn’t muster a shred of negative energy and was lifted by Yang Chunxue into the air, controlled to form the shape of a “big character.” The battle ended in an instant. Two against one was inherently unequal. Amidst the painful and sharp screams of the Birth Difficulty Ghost, Lu Li approached her, raising his hand to pull out the kitchen knife that had completely penetrated her chest, and in the next moment, he stabbed towards the Birth Difficulty Ghost’s brow. At the brink of life and death, the Birth Difficulty Ghost’s pupils, filled with blood, suddenly regained some clarity. Lu Li’s hand paused, and the tip of the knife stopped an inch away from the forehead. After waiting for several seconds, Lu Li removed the kitchen knife and retreated out of the Birth Difficulty Ghost’s attack range. “Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?” Lu Li said, glancing at Yang Chunxue. “Just ask, I can handle it,” Yang Chunxue casually replied, floating down beside Lu Li. The Birth Difficulty Ghost didn’t ask anything, her bloodshot pupils devoid of resentment, only calm. “I met him when I was 16—that—” “No need to say it,” Lu Li spoke calmly, interrupting the Birth Difficulty Ghost’s recollection. Yang Chunxue and the Birth Difficulty Ghost both paused in surprise. The former, sensing something, gestured for the ghost to stay calm and whispered into Lu Li’s ear, “For my sake, just listen. She’s quite pitiable. Let her vent in her final moments as a ghost.” She remembered that Lu Li belonged to the category of those who “don’t listen to the tragic past of the culprits.” Lu Li didn’t say anything, seemingly giving his consent. Yang Chunxue cleared her throat softly, waved her hand towards the Birth Difficulty Ghost, and said, “He means to say you should vent all your sorrows, go ahead and speak.” “I met him when I was 16—that—” Suddenly, Lu Li turned and walked towards the dormitory building’s entrance. Seeing Lu Li stand under the eaves not far away, revealing his back, Yang Chunxue smiled and explained, “Boss Lu gets teary-eyed easily; he’s afraid to cry out so he’s hiding outside where he can’t listen. It’s fine, go on, I’m listening.” The Birth Difficulty Ghost’s bloodshot eyes watched Lu Li’s tall silhouette for several seconds, ignoring Yang Chunxue’s poor excuse, and began narrating calmly ... Lu Li stood under the eaves, peacefully watching the torrential rain curtain in front of him. Chilled by the rain-drenched breeze blowing straight at him, he felt serene. After watching the downpour quietly at the doorway for a few minutes, something unexpected happened. A burst of malice and resentment filled the negative energy suddenly erupted behind him. Yang Chunxue, caught off guard, resisted with all her might, but to little avail. Suddenly, Lu Li turned and charged back, becoming a blur as he rushed within five meters of the Birth Difficulty Ghost and threw a kitchen knife. Still restrained by Yang Chunxue, the Birth Difficulty Ghost could only watch as the knife pierced her chest once again, and the blood bubbles surged once more. “Ahhhh!” In the midst of screaming, Lu Li quickly approached the Birth Difficulty Ghost, no longer hesitating, ready to pull out the knife and stab her in the brow to pass her to the other side. “Don’t... If you pull it out, I will lose control...” The screaming stopped, and a weak voice emerged.

Chapter 120 - 120 One hundred and twenty

Comments (0)