The more Yao Ye thought about it, the more melancholy he became, causing his steps to slow involuntarily.
The four soldiers behind him immediately trained their guns on the back of Yao Ye’s head.
Yao Ye had no choice but to continue moving forward.
Soon, he arrived at the main entrance of the villa. Yao Ye stared at the eerily open door, feeling as if he had entered a horror adventure in a haunted house. He feared that he would be the target of Ming An’s revenge the moment he stepped in.
Standing before the door, several soldiers also noticed the ajar entrance.
They exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that something was amiss.
Normally, the villa’s door should be locked, so this unguarded state was certainly abnormal.
They whispered and conferred for a while, outlining the steps in the sealing plan they would carry out once they entered the villa while resolving to act swiftly and complete the sealing task as soon as possible.
From their pockets, they produced various sealing tools, ready to enter the villa at a moment’s notice.
Yao Ye, standing there like a statue, couldn’t understand what the “plot” and “seal” these people mentioned were referring to. He simply kept his head lowered, fearful of the guns aimed at him, and stood still.
After some time, he blinked and gaped in astonishment at the soldiers’ assortment of items: black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, yellow talismans, and more. These items seemed completely out of place with their military uniforms, shattering his preconceptions.
Initially, he assumed that the “seal” they mentioned was some mission code name. As it turned out, they were truly referring to “sealing” in the occult sense!
Observing the soldiers’ pockets brimming with these props, Yao Ye found himself speechless, wondering if there was something wrong with their brains.
In this day and age, were they still practicing feudal superstitions?
But wait, they weren’t here to seal Ming An, were they?!
Yao Ye, who was silently ridiculing the soldiers, suddenly thought of the abnormalities that had occurred after Ming An’s death. He then raised his head and looked at the villa. Soon, his face paled.
Damn it. These guys were likely drawn here by Ming An.
First, it was the Ming Tower, and now, they’d set their sights on this villa. Nobody would believe them if they said they weren’t gunning after Ming An.
Yao Ye no longer had any inclination to ridicule the soldiers and instead regarded the sealing items in their hands with great vigilance.
Even though he didn’t want to entertain the notion of these feudal remnants, what if Ming An was truly harmed by them?
Yao Ye recalled the ghost movies he had watched before, where Taoist priests sealed spirits or even dispelled their souls completely. His expression instantly became terrible.
Yao Ye didn’t want Ming An to meet such a fate again.
He was genuinely terrified — not just of a repeat of the corpse-dumping scene from that night, but also of losing the person he had finally fallen in love with.
Before meeting Ming An, even when he had been in a relationship with his ex-girlfriend, he had maintained an indifferent attitude. He simply felt it was time to be in love, and so he started dating. When the relationship ended, he felt embarrassed but not heartbroken.
Before Ming An, he had never truly believed in the existence of love, but now that he had fallen deeply in love with Ming An, he could finally understand the turmoil of love.
The thought of Ming An possibly vanishing from the world because of these people weighed heavily on his heart.
Yao Ye couldn’t bear to dwell on it any longer. He clenched his teeth, his eyes darkening.
This wouldn’t do. He had to find a way to thwart their sealing efforts.
“Go in first, but don’t make any sudden moves.”
After the tanned soldier had organized his belongings, he noticed Yao Ye’s apprehensive gaze and reprimanded him coldly.
The other three soldiers also cast cold glances in Yao Ye’s direction.
Yao Ye, confronted with the guns in their hands and having no immediate solution, reluctantly obeyed their orders and walked obediently toward the villa’s entrance.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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What was more unsettling was their uniformly cold and malicious expressions. Some were even smeared with blood and gore, presenting a horrifying spectacle.
The crowd encircled the villa closely, akin to a surging flood, sealing it off completely.
Gradually, the crowd closed in on the villa, their collective hostility evident as if they resented the intruders. Their glassy eyes turned cold, as though they harbored a desire to flay and disembowel everyone, sending shivers down the spines of those who met their gaze.
The four soldiers who originally regarded everything around them calmly wavered for a moment when confronted by this surreal scene, a flicker of fear crossing their faces.
As the approaching pollutants became more pronounced, they frowned, raised their guns, and fired at the encroaching figures.
Bang, bang, bang!
“Return…”
“Return… him…”
“…Wait for me…”
Blood spattered, and Yao Ye watched those familiar eyes and listened to their murmurs. His heart ached as if drenched in bitterness.
He felt utterly powerless, watching helplessly as his beloved was shot and killed before his eyes, unable to utter a word.
Yao Ye’s lips quivered as the gunshots reverberated in his ears. He couldn’t bear to witness any longer. He lowered his head and wept silently.
“Ahhhh!!!”
Not far away, the dozen tourists and the bus driver who had been left behind suffered a gruesome fate. Terrified by the malevolent appearance of the pollutants, they screamed incessantly.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers guarding the villa considered rescuing them, but ultimately refrained. Their primary objective was to seal the ghost realm, and individual lives paled in comparison to collective interests.
Seeing that their gunfire failed to deter the pollutants, the stern-faced soldier ordered his companions to retreat into the villa, disregarding the uncharted territory within.
Several soldiers quickly withdrew inside, while the stern-faced soldier remained behind, providing cover fire and shielding his comrades as they entered.
Observing the surging crowd drawing closer to the villa, Yao Ye was bewitched by the familiar glassy eyes. He yearned to find Ming An and instinctively moved in the opposite direction.
Ming An was right in front of him. There were many of them, but they were all ultimately Ming An.
“Don’t move! If you move again, I’ll shoot you!” the stern-faced soldier warned Yao Ye upon seeing the other retreat. A gleam flashed across his eyes as he recalled the peculiar incident on the bus earlier and pointed his gun at Yao Ye’s temple.
Yao Ye froze, terror coursing through him as he felt the cold touch of the gun on his temple. He dared not move a muscle.
The stern-faced soldier held Yao Ye hostage, his gaze fixed on the approaching pollutants.
“Hey, listen up! I don’t care about your relationship. If you want this kid to live, you’d better stop right there, or I’ll shoot!” the stern-faced soldier declared, viciously grinding the muzzle of his gun into Yao Ye’s temple.
The stern-faced soldier originally planned to flog a dead horse. If his hostage proved useless, he’d open fire and throw Yao Ye’s corpse out to delay time.
Surprisingly, these words not only had an effect but were utterly magical.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ferocious crowd halted in their tracks, and some even began to retreat, their aggression waning.
All the pollutants displayed reluctance and fear, as though they genuinely feared that he would pull the trigger.
Yao Ye, strangled by the stern-faced soldier, had trouble breathing, but dared not struggle due to the muzzle pointed at his head. The discomfort caused him to furrow his eyebrows.
“Don’t… don’t kill me,” Yao Ye pleaded with the stern-faced soldier, his fear evident. He then noticed “Ming An” retreating and felt a mix of emotions.
On one hand, Ming An’s love moved him deeply, causing his initial doubts of Ming An wanting to exact revenge on him or not forgiving him to vanish. On the other hand, he couldn’t help but sense his own inadequacy. As he looked at the lifeless body with a bullet hole in its head in front of the villa, a deep sadness overwhelmed him.
Confronted with this unexpected scene, the stern-faced soldier was momentarily stunned, then displayed an ecstatic expression.
This could be a significant discovery. They might have identified the weakness of the Proliferator, making it no longer a daunting task to seal it!
The stern-faced soldier continued to hold Yao Ye tightly by the neck, his gaze fixed on the approaching pollutants as he retreated into the villa.
“You are not allowed to enter! Otherwise, I will kill him!”
The stern-faced soldier threatened the pollutants outside the door before releasing his grip on Yao Ye.
Yao Ye immediately began coughing weakly, his face turning red as he struggled to catch his breath.
The stern-faced soldier’s grip had been excessively tight, nearly choking him. Yao Ye felt as if he had nearly entered the gates of hell and he looked a little dazed.
The stern-faced soldier gazed at his three companions with excitement on his face and recounted what had just occurred.
Initially, the soldiers were shocked, but soon their astonishment gave way to delight. They closely observed Yao Ye, trying to decipher the mysterious power that enabled him to command the pollutants.
For them, this was long-awaited good news indeed.
With the unique effect of this plot character, they could now confidently complete their mission!
After undergoing extensive training, and with this being their inaugural sealing mission, there was no news that could make them happier.
“Okay, let’s start the sealing!”
Several soldiers bound Yao Ye and placed him in a corner of the sofa. They retrieved the prepared props and moved about the villa’s hall as if performing a shamanistic ritual.
Yao Ye helplessly watched them as he huddled by the sofa. He struggled to free one hand, desperate to disrupt their sealing process.
He couldn’t allow these people to harm Ming An!
The soldiers arranged candles and yellow talismans in a Bagua pattern, lighting the candles one by one.
The ritual seemed to be nearing completion. The soldiers grew increasingly focused, and the candlelight flickered, gradually taking on a ghostly green hue.
These candles were positioned not far from Yao Ye, about a meter away. With some effort, he could lunge forward and reach them.
Just as Yao Ye clenched his teeth, ready to lunge forward to snuff out the candles and disrupt the sealing, he felt a warm touch on his free hand.
Huh?
Yao Ye was startled and attempted to look at his hand.
A pale, bloodless, deformed hand affectionately hooked itself around Yao Ye’s pinky finger.
This malformed hand was severed from its arm, consisting only of five disjointed fingers and a palm. Fine blood vessels and nerves were visible through gaps in the palm, which was constantly shifting and attempting to regrow a complete arm. The wriggling granules were grotesque and sent shivers down the spine.
!!!!!
Yao Ye nearly died of fright. Just as a scream of terror was about to escape, he heard squishy sounds emanating from the sofa beside him.
He widened his eyes and directed his gaze at the sofa he leaned against.
Underneath the soft cushions, there was a writhing mass of blood-red minced meat. The minced meat eagerly extended and transformed into numerous tentacle-like strands of flesh, swaying and caressing Yao Ye’s pale, exposed neck, as if conveying its yearning and love.
Unfortunately, this chaotic and wriggling appearance would drive anyone with trypophobia to madness.
Yao Ye, his gaze fixed on the approaching minced flesh, found himself breathless, his pupils trembling. His psyche had received an immense shock and his mind was blank.
What in the world were these?
Boom!
Upstairs in the villa, an unexpected noise echoed.
The soldiers, who had been preparing the seal, turned vigilant, raising their guns and firing in the direction of the sound.
Silence settled back into the villa, and just as the soldiers relaxed and prepared to continue their sealing task, a sudden change occurred.
Countless pieces of red meat and blood began to emerge from every corner of the villa. Bright red minced meat emerged from beneath the carpet, the wallpaper, and even the ceiling.
Their gunfire inflicted little harm on these entities, which rapidly spread throughout the villa, devouring any living beings they encountered.
The soldiers didn’t even have the chance to abduct Yao Ye, who was not far away, before they were surrounded by these horrifying fragments of minced meat.
“Ahhhh!!!”
“No! Die, you monsters!”
The soldiers were engulfed by minced meat and blood, roaring in fury and firing their guns till their last breath. It wasn’t until every inch of their bodies was covered with minced meat that they fell completely silent.
Yao Ye watched this gruesome scene, scared breathless by the wriggling minced meat, flesh, and even organs he’d spotted.
“Ming An… Ming An! Help me! Ahhhhh!”
Yao Ye, encircled by countless bizarre chunks of flesh and blood, closed his eyes and cried out uncontrollably, feeling as though he was on the brink of madness.
“My… darling… I’ve missed… you… so much…”
Yao Ye, who had shut his eyes tightly, heard Ming An’s voice. He hastily opened his eyes, revealing a joyful smile.
“Ming An! Ming An, are you here to save… me…?”
The scene that met his eyes after opening them caused his smile to freeze.
Yao Ye gazed upon a horrifying humanoid figure made of flesh and blood. His beautiful dark eyes lost focus as he revealed an expression that showed he was on the brink of collapse.
“…Love you… so much…”
A blood-red, unknown creature crouched before Yao Ye. Its eyes were exposed, and its nerves were on display. Not a patch of skin covered its body. The minced meat forming its entire form writhed incessantly, and blood oozed from the gaps in the flesh. The grotesque sight resembled bunches of twisted worms, evoking extreme terror.
The enigmatic creature, drenched in blood, smiled and inclined its head. It gently cradled Yao Ye’s head, pressing its forehead against his as it smiled, content and enamored.
“Love you… so much…”
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
Yao Ye’s breath came in rapid gasps. He stared vacantly at the horrifying humanoid figure before him. After a while, he trembled and tentatively brushed the other’s cheek with his fingers.
The flesh of this dreadful humanoid creature was so soft that his fingers sank into it upon contact.
Yao Ye felt a touch that was both soft and unsettlingly smooth. Every inch of flesh and blood that constituted the creature’s face squirmed like a living organism. Fresh blood from the creature’s flesh followed Yao Ye’s fingers and flowed down his outstretched arm, shockingly vibrant red.
“…Ming… An?” Yao Ye’s expression was blank.
“My… darling…”
The terrifying, blood-red humanoid creature responded tenderly.
As Yao Ye confronted the mentally distorted creature before him, he struggled to muster a smile in response to Ming An’s affection. However, his overwhelmed mind ultimately went on strike.
In the next moment, Yao Ye’s eyelids grew heavy, and his consciousness descended into darkness.
Oh hell nah, that is soooo… Bloody… And Gory…. Poor Yao Ye