Many people must have entertained thoughts of murder at some point.
These thoughts lurk in the minds of those around us, waiting for the right moment to be triggered, at which point he or she might act on them... If you happen to be nearby when that moment arrives, you can only consider yourself unfortunate and face the end of your brief but glorious life.
Thus, laws were born in this world, designed to suppress malicious thoughts through various forms of punishment. They compel individuals to think about the consequences they will face before committing murder, thereby stifling those murderous impulses. However, laws cannot fundamentally curb the act of killing, as wrongdoers will always devise ways to evade legal repercussions.
Some bribe law enforcers with money, while others wield power that places them above the law. Then there are those who possess neither wealth nor influence; they must choose the right time, place, and circumstances to commit their crimes, disguising murder as a tragic accident.
What constitutes the most suitable location for murder? When is the safest time to strike?
Some say: outdoors.
We know that in the underworld, there are two soul collectors known as Heibai Wuchang. Whenever someone is about to die, they don their tall paper hats and roam with iron chains, waiting for the moment a soul departs its body so they can capture it and take it to Yama Palace for judgment.
So when an accident is about to occur outdoors, do they float above the cliffs, coldly observing us—unaware of our fate?
The protagonist of today's story is called Wuchang Ghost.
Our protagonist is not a ghost, yet everyone still refers to him as Wuchang Ghost.
It’s similar to how someone who isn’t a frog might still be called a frog; it’s just how things are.
Wuchang Ghost is his online name.
“Ghost?” Scar Monkey asked him, puzzled. “Why do you call yourself Wuchang Ghost?”
He didn’t answer directly but instead asked Scar Monkey, “Why do you call yourself Scar Monkey?”
Scar Monkey scratched his head and explained, “I have a scar on my face and my last name is Hou, so I’m called Scar Monkey.”
In truth, the scar on Scar Monkey’s face was from being hit by a basketball, but “ball scar” didn’t sound as intimidating as “scar,” so he embellished a little.
Wuchang Ghost scoffed disdainfully at this. “Hmph, you call that little line on your face a scar? I’ve had more knives on my face than you can count; it’s just that your mortal eyes can’t see them.”
At that moment, they were walking along a gravel path where a section of the mountainside had been blasted apart by a quarry, and small rocks kept sliding down.
After hearing Wuchang Ghost’s words, Scar Monkey suddenly found the conversation rather dull. He deliberately slowed his pace to wait for Ming Ming Liang, who was lagging behind.
Wuchang Ghost’s tall and thin figure gradually receded into the distance, with green shrubs slowly covering his legs, making him appear as if he were floating among the trees.
Ming Ming Liang approached and said with a hint of complaint, “Scar Monkey, how are you leading the group? There are still people behind me; you’ve left them behind.”
Scar Monkey looked surprised and quickly replied, “No way! You should be the last one! Don’t be so stubborn; if someone is lagging behind, they’re just lagging behind.”
But Ming Ming Liang insisted, “No! There’s still someone behind me! Just now I heard footsteps, and when I looked back, I saw a white shadow flickering.”
Scar Monkey maintained that Ming Ming Liang was indeed the last one because he had just confirmed over the Handheld Radio that there were six people participating in the activity. Besides him and Ming Ming Liang, the other four were all ahead.
Ming Ming Liang turned her head to look. Aside from a dense expanse of green forest, there was nothing else...
As she continued walking forward, a chill gradually crept up her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was behind her. However, she had just confirmed that the team members were all ahead of her. What, then, was lurking behind?
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