Chapter 001: The Female Ghost

  Yang Hua's heart had just been crushed into dead ashes, and he hadn't observed the room at all. But now, he looked around cautiously.

  All I saw was that this dungeon was quite large, only in the middle of it was a stagnant pool filled with water.

  The stench that just hit my nose actually came from this stagnant pool of water.

  That dead water pool isn't very big, probably just a few meters wide. It's also impossible to tell how deep it is from here, but judging by the dark and murky surface of the water, this place is absolutely filthy.

  Yang Hua turned her head and looked around, only to see that this house was not only large but also had another small room inside.

  The faint light here comes from a small house in front of the Dead Water Pond.

  Yang Hua was stunned on the spot. Could it be that there were still people here?

  Wasn't the murderer the prison guard just mentioned in that room?

  At this time, Yang Hua said frankly that he had already forgotten to be afraid. At this moment, in his heart, he was completely dead, and the only thing that could still be considered regrettable was that he had not yet fulfilled his promise to Bai Xiaodie, who had once treated his wounds in the infirmary.

  Thinking of this, Yang Hua felt a little regretful, regretting that he should not have agreed to this girl, which led to the girl still waiting enthusiastically for him to bring her news.

  He slowly stood up, his hands touching nothing but cold walls everywhere, and his feet slowly moved forward.

  He bypassed the dead water pool and walked towards the only dilapidated room with a faint light.

  Inside, there was indeed a dim light bulb, but the light bulb was covered with dust, making it not very bright. Looking further inside, nothing could be seen.

  Yang Hua boldly walked towards the small cottage.

  He didn't know what was going on either. The more he walked forward, the softer his legs became, and the faster his heart beat.

  When they finally reached the entrance, all they saw was a small light bulb hanging on the stone wall in front of them, and inside, there was only one person.

  It's personal.

  Yang Hua stared closely and indeed it was a person.

  The only difference was that the person's hands and feet were all tied up with iron chains as thick as wrists, and those iron chains didn't have any keys at all, but were directly welded together.

  Look at that person, his messy hair was like a street beggar, dirty and disheveled hair covered his face, making it impossible to see clearly. The clothes on his body seemed to have been worn for several centuries, and some places were already rotten beyond recognition. The whole person sat there like a stone statue, motionless, as if dead.

  "Hey, can you hear me?" Yang Hua's voice sounded exceptionally loud in this small iron house, and after he called out, the echo seemed to reverberate endlessly in this small black room like a cassette tape recorder.

  He lay there like a dead man, his hair disheveled and hot, motionless and silent, his entire posture as if he had been dead for a long time.

  "Hey, are you still alive?" Yang Hua's voice rose slightly.

  The guy opposite still didn't move, nor speak.

  It's as if I'm really dead.

  Yang Hua looked at this person who seemed to have already died, and in his heart he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was the terrifying murderer that the prison guard had spoken of? Could it be that he was already dead?

  Yang Hua thought of this and slowly approached the guy who seemed to have died.

  When he was finally less than two meters away from the person who was about to die, the person who seemed to have died suddenly moved.

  He suddenly stood up straight.

  Before Yang Hua could see clearly, the shadow had already pounced towards his body.

  Yang Hua hadn't even reacted yet, but his whole body was already about to roll over with white eyes.

  A pair of icy hands tightly gripped Yang Hua's neck, and a voice that sounded like it came from the depths of hell whispered in his ear.

  "You still want to deceive me? I've told you before, if you come, there's only death, only death."

  As that hellish voice rose, the hand pinched on Yang Hua's neck had already used force, Yang Hua's two hands tightly grasped the icy hand, and his two legs kicked frantically, but his body didn't react at all.

  He died in such an unclear and unjust manner, beyond what I could have imagined.

  Yang Hua's mind had only one thought at this moment, alas, he really hadn't expected it.

  Yang Hua's body gradually lost its resistance, the two legs that were still struggling slowly came to a stop, and his eyes rolled back.

  After a while, Yang Hua completely lost all movement, and the disheveled monster held onto Yang Hua in front of him for a long time. Suddenly, his hand jerked up, and Yang Hua's body was thrown to the ground like a cotton ball.

  Is he dead?

  Nobody knows.

  But on the surface, he indeed didn't have a single reaction anymore.

  Yang Hua died a bit unjustly, to be honest. If he had known about it after his death, he would have been furious, but was he really dead?

  As Yang Hua slowly opened his eyes, what entered his vision was a piece of darkness. Was he dead?

  This was Yang Hua's first doubt. Could this be the legendary hell?

  Yang Hua's eyes opened wide, staring at the top of his head. He wanted to move, but the intense pain in his body made it impossible for him to budge. However, another question immediately popped into Yang Hua's mind.

  How come there's still that stinky smell in my nose?

  Is this hell of mine also as suffocatingly stinky as that dead man's house?

  Yang Hua, still lost in thought, suddenly heard a voice that sounded like it came from hell.

  "Are you awake?"

  The sound was like it came from underground, making people feel uncomfortable all over, but the voice contained a kind of frightening momentum.

  Yang Hua's head suddenly went blank.

  He remembered this voice, it was the last thing he heard before he died, a sound that a person would remember for a lifetime even if they only heard it once.

  He vaguely remembered that before his death, this voice was angrily saying in his ear: "You still want to come and cheat me, I tell you, coming only means death, only death."

  Isn't he dead yet?

  Yang Hua's heart almost jumped out.

  He gritted his teeth and slowly sat up, enduring the intense pain in his body. He saw that he was still not dead, as what he saw was still the same room where corpses were kept, still the same dilapidated hut with only a faint light from a single lamp.

  And in front of him, it was still that disheveled monster, still maintaining that strange posture there motionless.

  But what still echoed in his ears was the sound of rushing water when he first entered this room.

  I myself am not dead!

  For some reason, Yang Hua, who had always thought about dying, felt an unexpected excitement in his heart when he learned that he was still alive.

  "You... you didn't kill me?" Yang Hua's two arms, which were trembling with pain, propped himself up and stared at the disheveled monster in front of him.

  At this moment, he finally realized that the monster in front of him was definitely the legendary killer.

  Judging from the situation of that blow just now, in Yang Hua's heart, he was undoubtedly more agile and more deadly than any of the most brutal and vicious prisoners in the prison.

  The monster in front of him didn't speak or move, and after a long while, he finally heard the voice that sounded like it came from hell coming out of his mouth: "You're not one of them, are you?"

  Yang Hua was stunned, from the moment he entered this strange place, Yang Hua had been hearing this inexplicable sentence, now he heard it again and still didn't understand.

  Yang Hua didn't know how to respond and was stunned there.

  "I'm asking you a question." That hellish voice seemed to have already become enraged and said.

  Yang Hua thought for a moment and said: "I don't know what you mean by your words."

  That disheveled and unkempt weirdo fell silent.

  After a long while: "Are you afraid of death?"

  Suddenly, the strange man's strange voice asked.

  Yang Hua was taken aback, to be honest, after what just happened, Yang Hua's heart still had a bit of fear of death. Yes, I've heard people say that if someone says they're not afraid of death, then they must be kidding themselves, cheating themselves. Tell me, who among the living is not afraid of death?

  "I'm afraid so." Yang Hua replied honestly. This sentence was very realistic and didn't have any pretentious meaning.

  The voice opposite said: "Since you're afraid of death, why did you come here? Don't you know that no one who enters the dead house can come out alive?"

  Yang Hua was clearly aware, but at this moment he was a bit angry, because anyone with eyes could see that only an idiot or a fool would be stupid enough to drill into such a place, and a normal person would never come here on their own.

  "I was forced here by Tang Qing," said Yang Hua.

  "Tang Qing, Tang Qing, it's you again..." The disheveled creature's voice became even more unpleasant after hearing the two words "Tang Qing", as if he had a deep grudge against this name.

  "Do you know him?" Yang Hua couldn't help but ask.

  That disheveled creature suddenly burst into a loud, eerie laughter.

  "Do I know him? I knew him ten years ago. How could I not know him? Even if he turned to ashes, I would still recognize him." The disheveled creature suddenly burst out laughing.

  Yang Hua didn't make a sound, judging from the strange man's tone, he had been locked up here for at least ten years.

  "Do you know why I didn't kill you?" the strange man said suddenly.

  Yang Hua shook his head and said: "I don't know."

  He really didn't know.

  "That strange person suddenly said in a sorrowful tone: 'Do you know how long I've been alone here? Do you know the most painful way to die in this life?'"

  Yang Hua faced this strange man and didn't know how to respond. He just felt that the guy in front of him, who was called a murderer by everyone in the black prison, wasn't actually so cruel.

  Yang Hua shook his head and said: "I don't know."

  The strange man suddenly said, "The most painful way to die in the world is for a person to wait for death alone in a dark place without any daylight. The loneliness and pain are more unbearable than being shot or stabbed."

  Yang Hua heard the strange man finish speaking, and for some reason, in his heart he suddenly felt a little pity for this disheveled monster, while feeling deeply pathetic about himself, because he would soon be sitting here with this strange man, enduring the most painful death method in the world.

  "Now you should know why I didn't kill you, right?" The strange man suddenly hehe laughed.

  Yang Hua was taken aback, it turned out that this monster wanted him to accompany it.

  "I know you want me to stay with you until death. To suffer together the most painful way of dying in the world." Yang Hua said suddenly.

  That monster started laughing hehe.

  "Yes, you're right. You know, I've been lonely for 20 years, 20 years of time." His voice was filled with a sense of pain and also contained a kind of bitter resentment. It's unknown what could have made him so hateful.

  Yang Hua heard the monster say that, and his heart was extremely resentful. He couldn't believe that this monster's inner heart was so cruel...

  The monster seemed very satisfied after finishing speaking, and suddenly sat back in its original posture, motionless and silent, without saying another word.

  Yang Hua was stunned there instead.