Chapter12

This scene left viewers in the livestream breathless—as if a black hand had wrapped around their throats, squeezing out every bit of air.

[I can barely breathe. Just seeing that… food makes me want to puke.]

[These two evil spirits are absolutely doing this on purpose. They just want to torment and then kill their human victims.]

[Look at that nurse ghost—her entire body is stitched up! She isn't patching clothes; she'll be stitching up people next!]

[I'd rather die than go through this kind of torture!]

[They're clearly treating this mental patient like a plaything.]

...

Jiang Che gazed at them, moved nearly to tears. The place was filthy and bloodstained everywhere, but he didn't mind at all.

He hurried to the table and gently set down his suitcase.

"Dad, Mom, I brought gifts for you this time. I don't know if you'll like them."

As soon as he opened the suitcase, both evil spirits' gazes snapped to his hands, instantly wary, bodies tensed—ready to kill at the slightest provocation.

They were sure he was hiding some kind of fatal weapon inside. But when Jiang Che finally popped it open, he just took out a good bottle of liquor and handed it to the butcher, along with a carton of cigarettes.

The butcher, seeing Jiang Che's expectant gaze, looked momentarily confused.

This kid—is he pretending, or just not afraid at all?

From the moment Jiang Che walked in, they felt not a trace of fear from him. Now, he was even staring up at him, as if desperate for approval.

"…Nice liquor."

The butcher stood silent for a moment, then took the bottle out of Jiang Che's hands.

He twisted off the cap. The strong aroma of spirits instantly mingled with the room's other, much stranger smells—thick, nauseating, and strange.