I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 456 - 188 Worse Than Me, Share (5k)_2

Following the small path, he wandered around for two hours, but still didn’t find a suitable target. Checking the time, the Red Skirt Ghost arrived at the back door of an entertainment venue. These days, he’d been staking out here, since it was pretty easy to catch something that walks right up to your door.

Today, as soon as he arrived, he saw in the alleyway, next to a trash can, the collapsed body of a woman in her forties or fifties. Two young men were standing nearby, arguing in hushed voices.

"What do we do now?! She’s dead!"

"What else can we do? Get rid of her, quick."

"Are you stupid? There are cameras everywhere, and today we were just seen with her. You think we can get away with this?"

"Then what do you suggest?" The blond-haired guy looked totally freaked, clearly his first time dealing with something like this.

"Drain her blood! Pin it on a Ghost!"

"You must be insane, begging for what? Ghosts–seriously?"

"What the hell do you know? There really are Ghosts now, I’ve seen it myself. Someone else died, got drained of all their blood. On our way out, I noticed a janitor’s closet, there’s a portable vacuum cleaner there. Go snag it. Hurry up."

The Red Skirt Ghost originally just wanted to watch the chaos, and after the fun was over, suck a bit of yang energy from these two punks. When they got caught and looked limp and drained, that would be totally normal, right?

But as he listened, his face darkened.

"Motherfucker, even worse than the Evil Ghost!"

If you two manage to pin this on someone else, and the Scorching Sun Department gets involved...

The Scorching Sun guys just have to sniff around a bit and they’d find us. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Wouldn’t that mean we take the fall?!

Don’t mind being blamed for something I actually did, but getting killed for something I didn’t do? Fuck that...

The Red Skirt Ghost was absolutely fuming, so pissed even his red dress was shaking, the muscles on his arms bulging. He reached out, wanting to just snap the bespectacled guy’s neck.

But after taking two steps, he forced himself to stop.

He held himself back, watching for a while, but when the blond still hadn’t come back, the glasses-guy started stressing out.

Bespectacled dude grabbed two pieces of cardboard from nearby, covered up the corpse, then hurriedly slipped in through the back door.

The Red Skirt Ghost’s mind spun. He strolled over to the corpse, checked the area to make sure there were no cameras, and let out a sly chuckle.

"People these days, damn, even worse than Evil Ghosts!"

That Evil Ghost never even thought of framing it on a Ghost."

Sis, today I’ll do you a good turn, give you a hand, and make sure you don’t die with no one knowing why."

The Red Skirt Ghost drifted over, gently leaned back, and possessed the corpse.

The next moment, the body sat up from the ground and marched quickly toward the alley’s exit.

Just before exiting the alley, the corpse dropped down and began crawling out, inch by inch.

By the time she reached the main road, a passing car finally spotted her.

The corpse, covered in blood, left a smeared trail across the pavement. When people got out of their cars, some filming on their phones, she spat blood, stretched out her hand for help.

"He...help me...the blond and the glasses killed me..."

When someone approached, the Red Skirt Ghost repeated the words, then quietly drifted out and slipped back into the alley.

The now-unpossessed corpse just lay there on the street, completely still.

Immediately, several people started calling the cops.

The Red Skirt Ghost stood at the mouth of the alley, grinning creepily. When he turned his head, he spotted, far away, a little schoolgirl in uniform on a bicycle, staring this way in shock.

The Red Skirt Ghost took a few steps back, fading away.

Back in the rear alley, those two young guys showed up with a portable vacuum cleaner. The sight of them made the Red Skirt Ghost bristle with anger.

He snuck up behind them, slapped them both on the shoulders with a whump. The instant they turned, he sucked in hard, inhaling threads of their yang energy.

"Little shits, worse than me! And you wanna dump this crap on me!"

The two punks, drained of yang, immediately felt chilled to the bone. Not that they noticed—they were already shaking in their shoes from fear, because the body was gone, and a crowd was gathering at the alley’s exit.

They thought the woman wasn’t actually dead, let out a sigh of relief, and gave up on running.

If she’s not dead, it’s not as serious, right?

Ten minutes later, the two young men were taken away by a local uncle, and the vacuum cleaner got bagged as evidence.

The Red Skirt Ghost’s face contorted with a cold, sneering laugh.

"A couple of fucking idiots. When you’re executed, I’ll come work on you slow—and you thought you could frame me."

When he turned his head again, there was that little schoolgirl on her bike, hesitantly standing off to the side. She carefully lit three sticks of incense, stuck them in the ground not far from him, and quickly pushed her bike away.

The Red Skirt Ghost paused for a second, closely sizing up the girl.

He sensed, deep inside her, a faint but ancient aura of death—something only people on the verge of dying would have.

And that death aura had been there a really long time. She should’ve already died, by all rights.

She was the perfect vessel for him to possess.

Except her yang energy was powerful, and her life force was strong too.

The Red Skirt Ghost glanced at the three incense sticks on the ground, each encircled, and moved closer to make sure this offering was meant for him specially.

He took a tiny inhalation, letting the energy from the incense flow into his body. He frowned slightly.

"Heh, does this girl not know you’re not supposed to blow incense out with your mouth?"

But as he watched the two suspects loaded into the police car, the Red Skirt Ghost sighed. Forget it. People these days, even more rotten than Evil Ghosts, they’re everywhere.