Chapter42

Next second—BANG BANG—two gunshots rang out,
and two bloody holes burst open in Wang Bing's calves, blood pouring out, his strength gone, and he crashed to the ground.
He hit the ground and Zhao Qi snatched his gun away and tore past him at full speed.
Nurse Ya passed by Wang Bing, only glancing down to see those eyes burning with hatred and loathing.
"Zhao Qi, you bastard! Die screaming!" Wang Bing howled hysterically, face reddening, his voice ragged with anger he couldn't vent.
The evil spirit walked up to Wang Bing, let out a low laugh, then stooped to scoop him up in the palm of its hand.
It didn't bother chasing anyone else—these emotions had already been enough: resentment, rage, revenge...
Outsiders only ever think these evil spirits love to kill, but they've got it wrong—the spirits don't want human flesh at all.
What they want is just those delicious negative emotions from humans—those are what let them grow stronger.
He looked down at the catch in his hand—this one overflowing with sadness and despair, but mostly just venom...
Ignoring Jiang Che behind him, it left with Wang Bing, climbing away like a spider—feet sticking to the walls, and a few breaths later, vanished between the buildings.
But Wang Bing, now limp with despair in the evil spirit's grasp, saw Jiang Che still chugging after them, and couldn't understand: why wasn't Jiang Che dead?
The heavy, disordered footsteps behind them suddenly stopped; only then did Zhao Qi and Ya dare to steal a glance over their shoulders.
When they saw the Spider Evil Spirit was gone, they exhaled in relief, darting into a nearby building for cover.
Zhao Qi and Nurse Ya crouched together, their ragged breathing filling the abandoned room,