36. Backlash

“Are you asking a living person to die for those who are already dead?” Fu Shaohuai looked at them and retorted.

“The dead should look forward, not pace around in place.”

Was he implying that the director was stuck, unwilling to move on?

“You’re breaking the law by forcing a living person to die.”

With every word he spoke, Chi You’s worldview was severely challenged. This man truly had his own twisted logic.

“Then why did you survive by using the director’s wife and children’s organs?” Chi You tilted his head and countered.

“You’re mentally unstable with defective organs. Nature has already discarded you—why go to such lengths to stay alive?”

“When you force healthy people to die, why don’t you refuse?”

“Your ultimate fate is to die from illness. Why can’t you look forward instead of standing still?”

Listening to Chi You’s words, Fu Shaohuai’s anger only grew.

“Am I the same as them?”

“Why not? You died faster than they did. They have healthy bodies and minds. How are they worse than you?”

“Simply put, others can die, but you must live. Never heard such twisted reasoning,” Chi You said, rolling his eyes at him.

This man truly was mentally ill.

Jiang Pan watched the confrontation and asked, puzzled, “Why try to reason with someone who’s mentally ill?”

Hearing this, Chi You realized he might be at fault.

Indeed, it was pointless to reason with him; he wouldn’t listen.

“Just capture him and be done with it,” Jiang Pan said, pulling out his flamethrower with a diligent expression.

Meng Shuyin said nothing, but the number of yellow talismans in her hand grew steadily.

Seeing this, Fu Shaohuai snorted, “Overestimating yourselves.”

Then he turned and sat back down, opening a secret door from which a small ghost floated out.

He counted seven, plus one already outside, meaning eight children had been brutally killed.

They were then cruelly transformed into their current forms, but the company clearly had more than these eight.

Every floor had a forbidden room.

“Children, eat them,” Fu Shaohuai whispered gently, then opened a drawer filled with candies and cookies—things children loved.

The eight small ghosts saw the three of them and immediately rushed forward.

They opened their blood-red mouths, trying to absorb the others’ life energy, but found it ineffective because the others wore protective talismans.

“Are you all wearing talismans?” Fu Shaohuai saw this, propping his head up and asked.

“Looks like the children can’t handle you. Time to use something else.”

He then said to the little ghosts, “Turn them all into the living dead.”

The small ghosts obeyed immediately.

Soon, all the life energy was drained from the people on this floor, transforming them completely into soulless living dead.

The group gathered outside the office, and a cold wind blew as the door opened.

Fu Shaohuai then stood, carrying the children’s favorite treats, and entered the secret room.

Before closing the door, he smugly said to them, “Bye-bye.”

The living dead attacked Chi You and the others, their sheer numbers overwhelming.

These living dead could still survive if the small ghosts released their absorbed life energy.

So the three dared not use force; Chi You didn’t draw his chainsaw, and Jiang Pan reluctantly put away his flamethrower.

At this moment, Meng Shuyin’s weapon was very helpful. She slapped a yellow talisman on their heads, instantly stopping them.

Chi You slipped to Meng Shuyin’s side and said, “Give me one.”

“I want one too.”

After distributing them, they started moving quickly—dodging and sticking talismans with swift precision.

Because they were eager to finish this hidden mission today, Chi You planned to end it now.

The small ghosts had vanished somewhere. After dealing with the living dead, they began searching for the little ghosts.

“Where are you, fatso?” Chi You taunted, trying to provoke them.

“Why don’t you come out and lose some weight, you fat lump?” Jiang Pan aimed his flamethrower at the secret door and fired two shots.

The gunshots echoed inside the secret room where Fu Shaohuai was busy changing offerings for the small ghosts.

He paused briefly at the noise, then continued his work.

After switching offerings, he planned to check outside, but the small ghosts reacted even faster.

They appeared in their true forms and rushed out.

Chi You, seeing them emerge, waved the talisman in his hand and quickly slapped it on one’s forehead while it was distracted.

The talisman caused the small ghost to emit a sharp, piercing scream—harsh to hear.

“How do we kill them?” Chi You whispered to Meng Shuyin.

“Here, this talisman,” Meng Shuyin handed him a bright cinnabar talisman. “It’s been blessed. Stick it on them and it works immediately.”

“Got it.”

Chi You quickly pressed the talisman onto another small ghost, which screamed sharply as its soul slowly dissipated.

Inside the secret room, Fu Shaohuai spat a mouthful of blood. The souls of the small ghosts were vanishing, and he would suffer backlash.

If all eight small ghosts he nurtured dissipated, he dreaded what the backlash would do to him.

He remembered the words he had heard: he would die, or at least be crippled.

No, this must not happen!

He flung open the secret door and rushed out, seeing Chi You holding a talisman and moving toward a second small ghost.

“Stop!” Fu Shaohuai shouted.

“Don’t you dare harm them!”

But Chi You ignored him and continued forward.

Jiang Pan and Meng Shuyin flanked him, both holding talismans and attacking the small ghost.

The ghost was still young, with limited experience, and to evade their assault, it could only flee toward Chi You.

Truly walking into a trap.

Chi You smiled warmly, “Don’t be afraid, little one. Come to sister.”

Sister would give you an unforgettable experience of soul dispersion.

Hope you’ll like it, little darling.

The small ghost flew right at Chi You, who swiftly slapped the blessed talisman onto it.

Fu Shaohuai could only watch helplessly as the small ghost’s soul dissipated before him.

The backlash struck him in full force; he coughed up blood violently.

His body began to falter, nearly unable to stand.

He could not allow the small ghosts to vanish—absolutely not.