Chapter 53: The Birth of Murderous Karma

The instant Yan Yu saw the driver's face, his heart plummeted to the bottom of despair, and a chill crept up his spine. He turned to look—Feng Liang, who had been keeping his head down all this time, had at some point raised his head. Those large, bell-like eyes were now fixed fiercely on the driver reflected in the rearview mirror.

"Can you answer to your conscience... Can you answer to your conscience... Can you answer to your conscience!" Feng Liang suddenly began to mutter in a low voice.

"Hiss... Is the air conditioning broken? Why is it suddenly so cold?" The driver shivered.

"Feng Liang, calm down!" Yan Yu reached to grab Feng Liang, but his hands grasped nothing.

Zhao Qingqing also lunged forward, but Feng Liang dodged nimbly and instead used the red cord binding him to strangle Zhao Qingqing’s neck!

A hissing sound—black smoke began to coil from Zhao Qingqing’s throat.

"Qingqing!"

Yan Yu could not touch Feng Liang, but he could touch the red cord. However, if he tore off the cord now, Feng Liang would break completely free from his control.

But if he didn’t, Zhao Qingqing would be in danger!

Without hesitation, Yan Yu yanked off the red cord. Only then did Zhao Qingqing manage to catch her breath and dart behind Yan Yu for safety.

Without the restraint of the red cord, Feng Liang was instantly consumed by a surge of resentment and chilling malice.

"Hey! Are you insane? Screaming like a lunatic in my car!" The driver yelled angrily into the rearview mirror.

Yet the moment he turned his head, he saw not only Yan Yu but two others reflected in the glass.

One of them was his own son, Feng Liang!

"How... is this possible..." The driver's eyes widened in disbelief.

Under his gaze, Feng Liang suddenly grinned, his smile growing wider and wider, the corners of his mouth splitting to his very ears.

"Ha ha... ah ah ha ha..."

His laughter grew more and more unhinged, his gaping mouth a grotesque rictus.

"Can you answer to your conscience!"

With a sudden roar, Feng Liang transformed into a ghostly shadow and lunged at his father in the front seat.

"Ghost!" Feng Liang’s father let out a bloodcurdling scream, his face draining of color, his soul as if fleeing his body.

In an instant, Feng Liang seized his father by the throat and roared, "Can you answer to your conscience? Can you answer to your conscience!"

"We... we were trying to help you... Dad loves you!" Feng Liang’s father choked out desperately.

"Love me? Nonsense!" Feng Liang bellowed, sinking his teeth into his father's shoulder. With a sickening rip, he tore off a large chunk of flesh.

Blood gushed from Feng Liang’s father’s shoulder, white bone exposed. Even Yan Yu felt a cold dread seize his heart at the sight.

"Feng Liang, I’ll handle matters among the living—let go this instant!" Yan Yu shouted.

"Get lost!" Feng Liang shot Yan Yu a venomous glare and continued to throttle his father.

"Husband, Feng Liang’s resentment is too deep—even I can’t restrain him!" Zhao Qingqing cried in panic.

Yan Yu frowned, bit his own tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto Feng Liang.

The blood sizzled as it struck Feng Liang, burning holes into him. Feng Liang howled in agony. Yan Yu, using his hand as a brush, drew talismans in the air, chanting, "Heaven and earth are boundless, the Dao follows nature—by command, begone!"

At his words, the talisman shone with golden light and slammed into Feng Liang, blasting him clear out of the car.

"Husband, you seem to have grown stronger," Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but remark.

The same exorcism spell—yet this time Yan Yu’s power was far greater than before.

"Is this really the time for compliments?" Yan Yu replied, exasperated.

Suddenly, Feng Liang’s father rolled his eyes back and fainted dead away, his right foot wedged on the accelerator. The taxi lurched forward, speeding uncontrollably down the street!

Yan Yu rolled down the window and looked back. Feng Liang was floating in midair, coldly watching the out-of-control car before drifting off and vanishing down the street.

"Damn it, Feng Liang got away!" Yan Yu cursed.

"Husband, we're going to crash!" Zhao Qingqing shrieked.

Yan Yu whipped his head around. The taxi was racing toward the end of the street—beyond lay the city moat of Rongcheng. There was no time to jump out.

As panic seized Yan Yu, Zhao Qingqing suddenly turned into a swirl of black smoke, enveloped him, and swept him out of the taxi in the blink of an eye.

Crash—

The very instant Yan Yu was flung from the car, the runaway taxi, with Feng Liang’s father still inside, smashed through the guardrail and plunged into the deep water of the moat.

Zhao Qingqing and Yan Yu crashed heavily onto the ground. Had she been even a second slower, Yan Yu would have ended up in the water as well.

"Husband, are you alright?"

Yan Yu struggled to his feet, bedraggled, and shook his head. "I'm fine—go check on Feng Liang’s father!"

At his words, Zhao Qingqing dove into the water. In less than ten seconds, she floated back, voice low. "He’s dead."

"Dead already?" Yan Yu stared at the rising bubbles in the river.

"He didn’t drown. As the car broke through the guardrail, a steel pipe pierced the windshield and went straight through Feng Liang’s father’s brow..."

Yan Yu fell silent.

Feng Liang’s father was dead—the murderer was Feng Liang himself. This ghost, once only filled with resentment but lacking a target, had now committed murder.

From this moment on, Feng Liang was no longer a harmless, simple-minded spirit. He had become a vengeful ghost driven by obsession and bloodlust!

Yan Yu could feel it—somewhere at the corner of the street behind him, a dense aura of malice was gathering.

"Why did Feng Liang suddenly become like this..." Zhao Qingqing was distraught. Back at Xinghua Apartments, Feng Liang had shown not a hint of murderous intent.

"If he had simply seen his father, Feng Liang might not have lost control. But something his father said shattered all of Feng Liang’s beliefs."

Even after his death, Feng Liang’s parents showed no remorse. They were even willing to help the murderer, letting more children fall into the same hell.

Upon hearing his father’s words, Feng Liang was driven mad.

"Husband, what do we do now?" Zhao Qingqing asked.

Yan Yu sighed and dialed the emergency services. Then, taking Zhao Qingqing with him, he left the scene.

Things had become complicated. Now that Feng Liang had killed, and escaped from Yan Yu’s control, he would likely seek more victims.

He would surely seek revenge on everyone connected to his death.

"Feng Liang has already killed his father. The next person he’ll go after will be his mother—we must get to the Internet Addiction Center and stop him!" Yan Yu declared.

"But the internet center is all the way on the other side of the city."

Without hesitation, Yan Yu pulled out his phone and called Master Cao, shouting into the receiver, "Old Cao, we’re at the city’s west moat! You have ten minutes to pick us up!"

Master Cao grumbled, "Master, I just finished paying my bill—my pants are already off! You can’t do this to me!"

"If you’re not here in ten minutes, I’ll send ten or eight evil ghosts to watch you bathe every day!"

Master Cao shivered. "No need for ten minutes—I'll be there in five!"