Chapter 233: Chapter 198: True Colors
Sun Qiang was still alive, but at this moment, he could no longer be called human, and death for him would be a release.
"Kill me! Hurry... just do it!" Blood tears streamed from the corners of Sun Qiang’s eyes, "I’m begging you!"
Finally, the girl couldn’t bear it anymore, and she turned to Yang Xiao, "Mr. Chu, please grant him a quick death."
Yang Xiao reversed the handgun, directly handing the butt end to the girl, as Sun Qiang after all belonged to the Qin Family, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to do the deed.
After taking the handgun, the girl raised it decisively towards Sun Qiang’s head, her voice tinged with a touch of mournful coldness, "Go in peace, I will take care of your family."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Sun Qiang’s remaining half of his head burst open, and fearing he had not been granted a complete release, the girl turned the gun around, shooting the heart hanging on the wall to pieces.
The blood and flesh on the wall twitched a few times before finally losing all signs of life.
The White-robed Great Bodhisattva had not caught up yet, but if they couldn’t figure out a way to deal with it, being chased down and killed was only a matter of time.
"Brothers, if you have any trump cards, now’s the time to use them, or we’re all likely to fall right here!" Black Sunglasses was also getting desperate.
"Don’t put it all on us, my Resentful Eye is already gone, and you haven’t shown your trump card yet!" Fu Qingzhu had long been dissatisfied with Black Sunglasses, who was full of schemes.
Black Sunglasses revealed a bitter smile, "To not conceal from the two brothers, my Magical Treasure is quite special, at most it can only make that thing lose its way temporarily."
A Resentful Eye that could make a ghost lose its way was the first time Yang Xiao had heard of such a thing.
Black Sunglasses cupped his hands towards Yang Xiao, "This little brother, you’re an Angel Envoy too, right?"
"Little Angel Envoy." Yang Xiao habitually kept a low profile, as he had joined the ranks of Angel Envoy less than two months ago.
On hearing this, Black Sunglasses’s expression turned desperate, but he still held out hope and asked, "Then, what supernatural powers does your Magical Treasure possess?"
Yang Xiao hesitated for a bit and then responded, "If you can give me a chance to come in contact with the body of the White-robed Bodhisattva ghost, I can limit its movements."
"Limit?" Everyone, including Fu Qingzhu, became interested. "How long can it last?"
"About an hour." Yang Xiao didn’t fully disclose, after all, his tool was not quite right either, and the fact that Ming Paper Money could seal ghosts absolutely could not be revealed.
But this was enough to excite everyone. Black Sunglasses rubbed his hands together eagerly, "Good, that’s great! An hour is enough!"
"But I need someone to help me restrain the White-robed Bodhisattva ghost, at the very least to distract it." Yang Xiao certainly wasn’t about to be used as a pawn by them; what he wanted was to act under absolutely safe conditions.
"Okay, that’s settled!" Black Sunglasses agreed without hesitation, "Fu and I will help you draw the Bodhisattva ghost’s attention, you find the opportunity to strike."
Yang Xiao nodded, "Alright."
After a little while, Black Sunglasses spoke in a low tone, "I trust in your character, Brother Chu, but let me say this beforehand, as you can also see, if Fu and I die, given the current situation, you won’t last much longer either."
Yang Xiao smiled faintly, "Less of that crap, I don’t need you to tell me how to handle my business."
Black Sunglasses was taken aback, then laughed out loud, "My apologies, I spoke too much, don’t mind me, brother."
"Let’s add one more layer of insurance." The girl suddenly spoke up, "That Meat Calabash from earlier is not dead yet, bring him here tied up, he should also be able to attract the Ghost Bodhisattva’s attention, or we could decapitate him in front of the Ghost Bodhisattva."
The girl’s features were delicate, the type that seemed very obedient and listened to elders, but her words had a chilling coldness without a trace of warmth.
"Decapitate?" Even the man who smashed the computer found this suggestion unsettling, "Mis... Miss, wouldn’t this anger that thing if we really did that?"
"Angering it would be best, that proves we can attract that thing’s attention, increasing our chances of success." The girl had her own judgment.
The girl turned around, and looked at the remaining few subordinates, "Who among you is willing to do this?"
The remaining few exchanged glances, some hands trembling, the horror of facing the Ghost Bodhisattva etched deep in their memories, plus... Sun Qiang’s example was still hanging on the wall as a bloody lesson.
"Come back alive for 10 million, if you die, my Qi Family will take care of your family, and I’ll add another 20 million for your parents, spouse, and children." The girl made her offer directly.
Some were tempted. Not to mention the fact that choosing not to go might not spare them death, and even if they were unlucky enough to die, 20 million was more than enough to keep a family well provided for.
"Make it 20 million if you live, 40 million if you die." The girl looked around, upping the stakes.
Great rewards bring out brave warriors, a tall and thin man stepped forward, clenching his teeth, "Miss, I’ll do it!"
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, he had thought the girl might add a bit more, he was tempted himself.
With a volunteer to take the lead, the tasks for the rest were quickly arranged: the daring man was responsible for attracting the Bodhisattva ghost’s attention, Black Sunglasses and Fu Qingzhu were in charge of briefly controlling the ghost, creating an opportunity for Yang Xiao’s final strike.
The group walked a big circle, sneaking up the stairs from another corridor, and returned to the 24th floor. Even from a distance, they could smell the thick scent of blood.
They got back to the previous battlefield; the man who turned into a pile of flesh was still there, as was the old Meat Calabash, both of them still alive. Only the White-robed Great Bodhisattva was nowhere to be seen.
Without a mouth, the remaining single eye of the man was still rolling in its socket, staring intently at the people approaching. Judging from the twitching facial muscles, the man was still conscious, recognizing his companions standing before him.
"Wu Feng!"
Seeing a brother turned into this state, it was hard for everyone to bear.
