chsdbacks Chapter 30 How can a dead man be his slutty wife's lover?
Chapter 30 How can a dead man be his slutty wife's lover?
9:30, construction site.
The rain that lasted all night finally stopped at seven o'clock in the morning.
So even if they arrive at four or five o'clock, the workers on the construction site don't start work until seven o'clock, so everyone's wages are reduced by two hours for today.
"These bosses are so stingy, they're deducting from our attendance for just two hours. We're not absent; what are we supposed to do if it rains?"
As Feng Agou was complaining and grumbling, he saw several men in suits leading a middle-aged man in a Tang suit walking past from a distance, looking around the construction site and pointing at things as they went.
"What's going on? Who's this? Their clothes don't look cheap; they seem like rich people."
People around started whispering among themselves, "It seems to be someone from the developer's side, saying they can't get in touch with Wang Fucai."
Wang Fucai...
As Zhou Gangxun watched those men in suits walk into the developer's office, he subtly curled his lips. Dead men, how can we contact them?
He silently shoveled and filtered the sand beneath his hands, his mind filled with the image of Wang Fucai last night, soaking in the water, his mouth and nose constantly choked by the water, his eyes wide open as he struggled, his face contorted in death.
Now, a night has passed.
His bulky body, probably swollen from being soaked in the rain, would fill the narrow passage, neither up nor down.
If it goes unnoticed for a few more days, it will rot and stink.
That gagged mouth will never utter the words "sister-in-law" again, those murky eyes will never see his wife's slutty appearance again, and that corpse, now bloated and bloated, will never be able to sleep with his slutty wife again.
So how can a dead man be his slutty wife's lover?
Poor thing, his foolish wife lost her cheating lover after only two days.
She had no choice but to live with her poor, bad (and possibly disabled) first husband.
As Zhou Gangxun was pondering this, he heard the person next to him continue, "Was that man in the Tang suit the master who came to see what was going on? Didn't someone get possessed last night?"
"No, you mean Liu Aren was perfectly fine, how could he suddenly be possessed? How is he now?"
Li Siguang came over with a sand bucket, replaced with a new one, and replied, "I don't know, he's still unconscious in the hospital. They say his tongue is broken, and his stomach is full of broken teeth, stones, and sand. When I saw him last night, he kept saying he was hungry, extremely hungry, and his voice was off, like he hadn't eaten in a long time. It was quite frightening."
The person next to him chimed in, "I saw it. It looked exactly like those people who were starving to death back then, gnawing on tree bark, eating wild vegetables and clay... Ugh, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. It's terrifying."
Zhou Gangxun silently operated the concrete mixer, his dark eyes fixed on it.
Last night, Liu Aren talked about his wife, and he wanted to kill her. Then Liu Aren started kowtowing to him...
Before that... he said the starving ghost was reincarnated.
"What you're saying...it's giving me the creeps. How's the southern district doing today?"
Li Siguang and Liu Aren were both in charge of the southern area. He sighed, "Don't even mention it. Just yesterday, those birds left blood marks on the wall. Didn't Wang Fucai tell us to repaint it? I checked it last night before I left, and it was fine. But when I came in this morning..."
"I don't know if it was because of the rain, but the walls were all stained with bird blood. But that's not all; what's even more sinister is yet to come. From a distance, those wet cement walls were covered in people!"
"There were two kinds of human footprints, one deep and one shallow. They looked like they were made of cement when the wall was being built. They were different too. Some looked like they were trying to run out of the wall, while others looked like they were peeking out from inside the wall..."
After Li Siguang finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, which made the surroundings feel even colder.
After a while, someone finally spoke up, "This is really weird. Do you think we can even finish this project? If we don't finish it, will we still get paid?"
"You'd have to be alive to take it, otherwise... shh, don't say anything, those leaders are watching from their office windows."
The project manager in the developer's office glanced at the people below who had suddenly shrank back and fallen silent, then took his phone away from his ear. "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
"Master Kuang, we still can't get in touch with Wang Fucai."
Kuang Yehai crossed his arms, pressed his thumb to his chin, and said in a calm tone, "Wang Fucai should be dead. His light is off."
"Master Kuang, can this project still continue?" the person in charge asked anxiously. "A lot of money has been invested in the initial preparations and construction of this project. If it can't..."
"Those underground, they all starved to death, starved for too long." Kuang Yehai fiddled with the thousand-year-old Tibetan multi-eyed dzi bead string in his hand, speaking unhurriedly, "Dead birds, possessed, dead people, logically speaking..."
"I buried bronze mirrors under the four parking lot entrances and exits in the four directions where the yin energy is heaviest, hung red thread and copper coins from the ceiling, and burned enough paper money, incense, candles and offerings. It won't be this unsettling."
"Someone must have come here recently. Their birth chart and bone structure are quite interesting, which has attracted these ghosts."
Kuang Yehai paused his string of beads, picked up the brewed tea, blew on it, and took a small sip. "It's not difficult to continue. They're hungry, so we'll find something to feed them."
"If one isn't enough for practicing on the live stake, then we'll use several more."