Chapter 1017: "Daytime Rain" Screening (Part 6)

On a rainy night, all you can see is a gloomy green. Wrapped in a coat, Cao Hao stumbled like a bloated meatball as he rolled through rows of extremely depressing trees. His sight penetrated the branches and rain curtains one by one, and was finally guided by the round flashlight to Mossen in the bushes.

He didn't dare to recognize him. Because the figure not far away was so thin, standing in a crooked and wretched posture, and in the shadow of the bright yellow thin round light, the upper half of his face was pale, without a trace of blood, like a water ghost whose hands and feet were broken before death, drowned in a pond, and now crawled back from hell. Just looking at it made people shudder.

"Ah, you're here."

Mossen and the flashlight turned together, like a withered human skin with brilliant shapes cracking at the mouth.

Cao Hao suddenly shuddered, and the content of the phone call just now echoed in his ears again: "You...what are you doing!"

He staggered forward, and couldn't stop asking panicked questions. Mossen laughed briefly, raised his hand with the object in it, and pointed it a few meters away.

It was raining heavily, Cao Hao stepped through the muddy land with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and kept getting closer driven by indescribable emotions.

What caught his eye was the bottom of a thick tree, and a soft thing leaned against the tree, like a huge worm, or a pool of sticky and rotten cement.

Liquid gushed out, too dark, and even at first glance it was hard to tell whether it was a stream in the forest or sticky blood.

Cao Hao quickly came up with the answer.

He cried out and fell, supporting himself with his hands in the mud mixed with rainwater and trying to crawl back, but his feet were soft and powerless, and even kicking several times was useless, only two handfuls of mud accumulated on the soles of his shoes.

"Mossen! Mossen! You——"

The panicked scream stopped abruptly, and the camera shook, as if a person's eyes opened and closed, focusing on Mossen's hands hanging beside him.

The crowbar was very quiet, resting in his palm, drooling slowly.

Tick, tick.

The boundless coldness rustled through every blood vessel of Cao Hao, and he shivered involuntarily, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. There seemed to be a high-pitched and indistinguishable buzzing in the distance, but it was close at hand when he listened carefully. Cao Hao felt an indescribable extreme fear in his heart, and it took him a few seconds to realize that it was tinnitus in his ears.

"You..."

His thick lips kept trembling.

"What?"

The water ghost, whose every move was full of cunning, tilted his head to one side and spoke, "You said it, Cao Hao, 'That guy is really a demon, it would be great if he could be killed', 'Mosen, you are so powerful, why don't you take me to kill He Ye', and so on..."

His slow, sinister voice suddenly rose, "Didn't you say that?!"

Two excited eyes shot out from the pale face, and the eye sockets were hysterical.

Cao Hao had no way to answer, and all the words stumbled between his teeth and tongue, and what came out were fragmented and scattered debris.

The white-faced ghost in a raincoat moved forward step by step. The night was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light. The strong fishy smell rushed into the nose, which was the smell of grass leaves soaked in rain and dust, and the salty fishy smell mixed with rust and "human smell".

Cao Hao's fat face froze into a stone statue with only a head.

Mossen squatted down in front of him, and his thin face with sunken cheeks made a soft sound that was almost like a moan.

"We have all been bullied by this rubbish for too long... You said that you would let me take you to kill He Ye... I did it."

The low and sweet voice actually had a faint and dreamy ambience at this moment. The evil ghost was laughing, with a calm tone and a dazed look in his eyes. There was a bit of pure joy in his dark eyes that made people shudder.

*For details of the shooting, please see Chapter 102, "Rain in the Daytime" (Thirteen).