Chapter 94 Part 2
Wu Heng, having spoken to Wang Jun and his colleagues outside, returned to the live stream, “Just a simulation of what might have happened if you could still see.”
Zheng Feiran stood up, stunned. “So, the car accident was real, but my blindness was caused by that… thing in the car?”
Wu Heng nodded. “It took your eyes.”
And because it coincided with the accident, they assumed the blindness was caused by the impact, not even considering anything supernatural.
[I just thought it was a normal accident, another ghost then. It seems Doctor Wu only connects with those who have supernatural problems.]
[These things are getting bolder, what can we even do? So helpless!]
[Why would it even want his eyes?! Can he get them back?!]
[Time for a Ghostbusters squad! Sign me up!]
[My parents are in the underworld, they’re law-abiding citizens! Don’t hurt them!]
Zheng Feiran, both angry and hopeful, his breathing ragged, asked urgently, “Doctor Wu, what can I do? Can I get them back? If it returns my eyes, I won’t pursue this, I’ll even burn offerings!”
Wu Heng said regretfully, “I told you, your eyes are dead because—”
‘As soon as I got them, I burnt them.’
A chilling whisper, the stench of blood, and Zheng Feiran’s back straightened.
Did he… just hear something?
‘Holy crap, another ghost!’ Lai Jun, pacing around the clinic, hesitated.
Wang Jun and his team were going to that graveyard with Butcher Luo, his intuition telling him there were souls to be collected there, but then this, a ghost in the live stream!
Wu Heng nodded, “It took your eyes and immediately burnt them.”
Zheng Feiran slumped back down, his hopes dashed, how cruel, Wu Heng, after all, wasn’t a god. He couldn’t create a new pair of eyes for him, like he did with that boy Liu Ziyang.
[That’s it? After raising his hopes? Poor guy.]
[Of course, what would a ghost do with human eyes?]
[Why target the living? Can’t they find what they need in the underworld?]
Wu Heng, reading the comments, explained, “The underworld is different from the human world. We have organ donation, a meritorious deed. But not down there. Ghosts with missing parts are often reborn with disabilities, so no organ donation in the underworld.”
You Jin, listening, suddenly became anxious, “Xiao Heng, my uncle lost his leg in an accident years ago, will he be… legless in his next life?”
Then who would dare to die?!
Wu Heng shook his head, “Injuries sustained during life don’t affect the soul, he’ll be fine in his next life.”
“And children born with disabilities, as long as they’re good ghosts in the underworld, contribute to social security, they can apply for prosthetics made from underworld mud. They’ll be whole in their next lives.”
Then, a chilling smile, “But why wait?”
The ghost laughed, exactly.
Crossing realms was difficult to detect, and with all the chaos in the human world, taking organs was so much easier.
Zheng Feiran’s eyes were perfect, double eyelids, large pupils, naturally long and curled lashes.
And he was a painter, he saw the beauty in this world, a precious commodity.
It had searched for a long time, Zheng Feiran, the ideal target.
Zheng Feiran, realizing he was dealing with a malicious ghost, his hand trembling as he fumbled for something on his desk.
‘Looking for your ginger?’ the ghost’s chilling voice whispered in his ear.
His hand froze as a small, round container appeared, ginger slices from his mother.
Useless against this ghost, it wasn’t afraid.
Lai Jun shouted excitedly, ‘Give me the address! Quickly!’
Seeing no response, he turned to Da Bai for help.
Da Bai actually liked Lai Jun. He was the only one who showed it respect, unlike those humans.
Da Bai, from its bed, in a child’s voice, “Mr. Zheng, your address, please.”
Zheng Feiran, not caring about his privacy, gave it.
Lai Jun hesitated. It was far, another district, perhaps even more troublesome than that graveyard.
‘Hahaha, do you think you can catch me?! Waiting for you like those idiots in TV dramas?‘ the ghost laughed and kicked Zheng Feiran before floating towards the window. ‘Bye now!’
“Stop!”
“Stop,” two voices simultaneously, Wu Heng and Shi Xuan.
Just as the ghost reached the window, it fell, its legs seemingly rooted to the ground, unable to move.
It had heard them.
Those voices, a command, a wave of fear washing over it, its legs trembling, it almost knelt.
Its bloodshot eyes widened in terror, it frantically slapped its legs. ‘Move! Float! Damn it!’
Wu Heng looked at the terrified ghost, then at Shi Xuan, surprised, Shi Xuan was also looking at the ghost, his expression unreadable. So obedient for a malicious ghost?
Wu Heng, avoiding the camera, tugged at his sleeve under the table, a silent message.
“… Kneel and call me Dad.”
The ghost’s legs buckled as it turned towards the camera and screamed, ‘Dad! I was wrong!’
Then it froze, what did it just say?
Da Bai and Xi Xi rushed out, furious, Da Bai shouting, ‘Who are you calling Dad? That’s my godfather, the Well Dragon King’s! You shameless ghost, how dare you!’
Xi Xi echoed, ‘Exactly!’
Wu Heng looked at them, intrigued, so it was Shi Xuan’s words that stopped it, not his. Interesting, he had thought that at this rate, with this ghost’s speed, even using the wells, he might not have been able to catch up. Shi Xuan had somehow helped.
Shi Xuan, seeing Wu Heng mouthing words at him, his lips still slightly wet from his tea, a distracting sight, his gaze softening as he turned to the ghost, his voice cold and sharp, “Who told you to call us ‘Dad’? Apologize to the person you harmed.”
His voice, like Yama’s decree, every ghost trembled before it.
The malicious ghost turned and knelt before Zheng Feiran’s screen. ‘Daddy! I was wrong!’
Zheng Feiran, frozen in fear, “…”
He didn’t have such an offspring!
[Holy crap, I want to see the black and white version, a ghost kowtowing! If I get used to seeing them, I won’t be scared anymore.]
[Is that guy a practitioner too? His words are law? What kind of malicious ghost is so obedient?]
[Zheng Feiran is probably terrified, haha, poor guy, but he should get his revenge! Doctor Wu is here, don’t worry.]
Shi Xuan, his voice cold, “Keep kowtowing. Don’t stop.”
The ghost, kneeling, its mouth faster than its brain, ‘Yes, Master.’
Zheng Feiran, although blind, felt the gusts of wind from each kowtow, dizzy, disoriented, but he didn’t dare stop, a kowtowing machine.
Zheng Feiran: “…”
He didn’t want apologies, he just wanted his eyes, to see the world again, one last time…
Wu Heng picked up the butcher’s knife, the red cloth falling away, revealing the gleaming blade. “Mr. Zheng, are you afraid of seeing ghosts?”
