Evil As Humans Ch39

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 39: The Dragon and Death

The night view of the other world was as lovely as ever, but the two children didn’t have time to enjoy it.

According to Feng Qi, there were a lot of people around the residence of the black market boss, Pepafer.

“They are from Knights, or two kinds of Knights united.”

Feng Qi squatted in the bushes as he started counting with his fingers.

“There are also several court mages and even a black mage in Pepafer’s own residence… Man, how could the scale of the Dragon of Destruction be so easy to get? We’re triggering a hidden plot.”

His face was filthy and the fabric on his chest was soaked in pus and blood that had been dried. The boy’s pupils were completely broken and muddy, like the eyes of a long-decomposed corpse.

His heartbeat was fast and faint, and his breath was full of sweet blood.

Ge Tingting let out a sigh. “What should I do next?’

How strange. She had forgotten when she last ate, but she didn’t feel hungry at all, and her spirit was even better than before.

“Act according to the original plan. Sister, look, the Knights are in ambush. They don’t know where Pepafer is hiding. Let’s sneak in first and steal the scale.”

“Do you know where the scale is?”

“You can vaguely feel it, right, Ibby?” The boy hugged the young dragon in his arms tightly—for some reason, it couldn’t fly anymore.

“Yes, Pepafer made the dragon scale into a necklace and hung it around his neck,” the young dragon explained weakly. “But my information isn’t very clear. I’m sorry, great adventurer…”

“Let’s go and steal the necklace.” Feng Qi petted its head. “Maybe it’s too tired these days. When we finish the task, let’s take a good rest.”

They carefully avoided the Knights that were looking around and walked along the corner of a wall.

The grass rustled while the torchlight reflected the old-fashioned stone bricks. The huge moon was obscured by clouds, seemingly covering the surroundings with a black veil and dimming everything.

The two children went straight to the location of the “black market boss Pepafer”.

However, they didn’t know that they were being followed by a “delivery driver” and about five men in plain clothes.

Xiao Wu was dressed as a food delivery driver and was pretending to “ask for directions” to the plainclothes people beside him, while maintaining a distance not far from the two children.

“Follow the two children closely. They know where Master Liu is.” The rear commander instructed through the headset. “The electromagnetic waves in this place are abnormal, and it’s affecting my drone. Be careful.”

The delivery driver, Xiao Wu, replied, “If Shian can’t even find him, how can these two kids?”

“At present, it seems that Sunken Society is providing them information,” the rear commander said. “And those two children were sent as bait, so they probably have some special skills.”

“Awesome.” Xiao Wu’s delivery box was wobbling behind his back. “Okay, got it.”

“The situation of those two children isn’t right.” Sun Qinghui was following closely beside Xiao Wu. “Can you save them first?’

“It’s not that we don’t want to. How can I put this… We have to treat those two children as high-risk nuclear waste that are running around disobediently. The situation is complicated now, and we have to ensure the safety of others.” Xiao Wu replied with a bitter face.

The abilities of the two children were unknown, and he hadn’t mentioned the cultivator that “Master Liu” had found. One was bad enough, but they would be facing enemies from both sides.

Sun Qinghui looked at the two children anxiously. “Our side is fully cooperating here. It’s important to save people.”

“I know, I know,” Xiao Wu said.

About ten meters away, the children moved forward in secret, gradually approaching Villa 8.

Villa 8 nominally belonged to a jeweler. Its location was good; it faced south and had a little shade in front with an open courtyard, and behind it was the forest garden of the villa area.

At this moment, the lights were on inside, the curtains were drawn, and flashes of figures moving from time to time could be seen.

As soon as Sun Qinghui followed near Villa 8, he received a message from the narcotics police. “We found backbone members of the ‘Master Liu’ organization in Villa 8 and are preparing to make an arrest. The suspects on your side are also present, they…”

The tone of the narcotics officer was a bit heavy. Sun Qinghui suddenly switched it to speakerphone.

“They seem to have a sudden emergency. Quickly let people from Shian know…”

“Fuck!” Xiao Wu yelled.

Just after hearing the words “sudden emergency”, Xiao Wu rushed straight to the vestibule of Villa 8 not caring whether he would be exposed.

He put the food delivery box on a flower bed and opened the lid, then took out a thick stack of takeout tickets from his pocket and took a deep breath.

“Your takeaway has arrived. Please go to the designated location to pick it up as soon as possible!” He yelled loudly.

With a flick of his wrist, about four takeout tickets flew out in response. They shot at the door of Villa 8 and were glued neatly to it.

The next moment, a loud bang was heard.

Xiao Wu’s food delivery box suddenly floated into the sky and fell hard to the ground. The inside was empty, but countless dense roars and crawling sounds gushed out.

One of the sounds surged towards the window, causing the glass to explode. Another sound rushed in Feng Qi’s direction; its chilling chewing sound penetrated the night.

In front of the garden of Villa 8, a few steps away from Xiao Wu, Feng Qi stopped struggling and collapsed weakly on the ground, finally regaining his smooth breathing.


A while back. Ge Tingting and Feng Qi had just arrived near Pepafer’s residence.

Before Feng Qi could figure out how to enter, he was noticed by a black mage in the room. In the blink of an eye, before Feng Qi had time to react, his neck was fiercely strangled by a smoke demon.

The boy’s arms and legs swung desperately, and the tiny plastic sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The ugly demon seemed to be made of smoke and mist, with four red lights embedded in its head. They floated in the air like ghosts, passing through the bricks, stones, and grass from time to time, but the pair of giant hands seemed to have a solid form, tightly choking Feng Qi’s neck.

Ge Tingting’s bird bones and insect corpses passed through the smoke demon in vain. She rushed forward, trying to bite at the hands. However, her attack was useless—Ge Tingting tried her best to bite, but only bit her own lips, causing bright red blood to pass through the black smoke and fall straight to the ground.

They were too reckless.

The two of them thought this task would progress step by step, leaving them at least a possibility of winning. However, after all the hard work to sneak into their destination, only despair was waiting for them.

Because of the language barrier, they couldn’t even ask for help.

Ge Tingting rushed over to the smoke demon again and fell to the ground. Her nails dug into the crevices of the stone tiles, and her limbs became numb with fear.

The stone pavement was icy and slippery as rain began to fall. The warm skin attached to it gave the appearance of being buried ahead of time.

The two had just arrived at the vestibule, but a minute before the battle had even begun, they were already defeated.

“Sister… Sister, you… escape first. The quest… I…”

Feng Qi’s entire body was twitching. Dark red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his legs couldn’t stop struggling.

Ge Tingting’s piles of bones were shaking to the point where they would fall apart. “The quest is over! Stop!”

Unfortunately, the black mage in the room didn’t let go. He only sneered as a pair of cold hands also started strangling Ge Tingting’s neck. In the struggle, Feng Qi tried to reach for the sword on the ground, which made the demon give a sharp laugh and kick it away.

The past few days of amazement, joy, and a little pride in his special power were instantly shattered by this kick.

‘Are they going to die?’ he fearfully thought.

This other world was a lot like <The Legend of Resurrection>, but was this really a game?

What would happen if they died? Could he reload the save file again?

If he couldn’t…

In the suffocating, endless pain, Feng Qi’s tears couldn’t stop overflowing from his eyes. He didn’t know if he was lucky or unfortunate, that just before he lost consciousness, a court mage had rushed to the scene.

With an order from the man, several famine worms came sprinting in.

They were about four meters long, with large, lamprey-like mouths densely embedded with human teeth. The famine worm went straight to the demon. They squirmed and entangled the demon as their lamprey-like mouths firmly covered the demon’s head.

Amidst the splashing of black blood and the sound of chewing, Feng Qi collapsed on the ground weakly, almost fainting from coughing so much.

“Sister, you run away first.” While the famine worms were entangled with the demon, he shivered and picked up his sword. “You go first… I’ll get the scale…”

“Give up. Let’s give up.”

Dirty bones protected the two of them as Ge Tingting grabbed Feng Qi’s arm tightly.

“We’ll stay in this world… I can be your sister. We don’t have to clear the game… This mission is too dangerous…”

“Sister, you go first.”

Feng Qi looked at the building next to him and didn’t directly answer her.

“Look, the people from the Knights are here. They will catch you.”

“I don’t—”

“No!” Ibby, who fell not far away, raised its head and shouted with difficulty. “The man in the room isn’t right. That’s not Pepafer… It’s similar, but it’s not right. Mission correction. The dragon scale isn’t here! Not here!”

Fang Qi was in a daze for a while. “Ibby, you…”

“I, ahem, I just noticed that Pepafer has found a double. Those henchmen and black mages are just a cover-up. He wants to escape! He… He’s still nearby. I—I’ll take you there…”

The night rain was getting heavier and heavier. The young dragon staggered and flew up.

“The quest must be completed,” it repeated weakly. “Great adventurer, the quest must be completed…”

Feng Qi gritted his teeth and stood up with his sword. He followed the young dragon into the darkness. His cloak was soaked in blood, and he looked miserable.

The people from the Knights got closer to Ge Tingting. The court magician who saved them was saying something, as if trying to calm her emotions.

“I don’t understand!”

In the thunderstorm, she screamed at them.

“Stop talking. I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

Piles of bones slammed against the people around her. Gen Tingting wiped the blood from her mouth and ran in the direction of where Feng Qi disappeared.

The people of the Knights wanted to stop her, but they were hit by a few small fireballs from the house. They were caught in a battle, and only sporadic footsteps remained from behind Ge Tingting.

Ge Tingting ran through the rain curtain aimlessly. Not far from her, Feng Qi had run to the atrium of the courtyard. His figure was hidden by the trees.

Almost there. Almost there…

Thud thud thud.

The sound of bodies falling to the ground rang out, and the footsteps behind her disappeared.

Following the sharp wailing of the worms, Ge Tingting’s scale exploded. Her heart was beating loudly like thunder, and she didn’t dare to look back.

“That little bitch runs quite fast.” A voice sounded close to her back and then gave a low chuckle. “Hell has no door but you still came*.”

*Comes from the saying “There’s a door to heaven, but you don’t go; there’s no door to hell, but you break through”. It means asking for trouble. It’s often used by bad guys to good guys (kind of like gloating to them when the good guys are trapped).

This was the last thing Ge Tingting heard before she lost consciousness. Unfortunately, like before, she still couldn’t understand what it meant.

More than ten meters away, Feng Qi was still running.

His ears were filled with the sound of rain. Only the sight of the rickety Ibby was left in his eyes. In the darkness, the white young dragon was particularly conspicuous.

Thud thud.

With a heavy ankle, Feng Qi fell to the ground.

“Come on, no need for such grandiose posturing.”

A pair of feet paced in front of him. Feng Qi raised his head with difficulty. He couldn’t see the person’s face, but he could see Ge Tingting being dragged like a sack by that person.

[Let her go!]

Feng Qi couldn’t understand what the man was saying, so he could only shout as loud as he could.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Are you really crazy?” Countless spider-like severed hands crawled out from the shadows and rested intimately at the man’s feet. “Kid, your work is done. You can go to hell now.”

‘A necromancer, just like Ge Tingting,’ he thought.

But this person was much stronger than Ge Tingting. His sin value was 116… He had killed more than a hundred people…

The strength difference was too great.

Feng Qi lowered his head weakly. Through the seemingly endless, heavy rain, he struggled to look at Ibby, who was not far away.

The man threw Ge Tingting casually aside, walked forward, grabbed the boy by the collar, and shook him. He then kicked the boy hard in the stomach. This kick was so hard that Feng Qi was almost knocked out.

After making sure the boy couldn’t move, the man picked up his backpack and dumped the contents onto the lawn.

“Garbage, garbage, garbage… Oh, there it is.”

The man took out a wooden box engraved with runes from his pocket, then took out a thick red cloth that looked like skin from the inside. He squatted down cautiously, wrapped his hands in the red cloth, and grabbed something that he had dumped out.

However, just as he was about to pick the thing up, a small hand grabbed his pants.

[Don’t…] Feng Qi could barely open his eyes as he coughed and pleaded.

“I don’t understand,” the man muttered. He casually moved and stepped on the boy’s hand.

The boy whimpered as bloody tears dripped down his cheeks.

“He said, don’t touch his things.”

A relaxed voice sounded behind the man.

The man’s movements stiffened. The hands around quickly formed a formation. They raised two fingers and bared their teeth and claws like poisonous spiders.

“A person from Sunken Society? It’s boring to bully children. Would you like to play with someone more exciting?”

“Who are…”

Before he could say “you”, the rain curtain moved, and the red cloth and object he was about to grab disappeared together. The man turned around in shock and looked at the uninvited guest.

It was obviously raining heavily, yet the person wasn’t wet at all.

His long hair was scattered, and his black shirt blended into the night. His eyes were red like burning coals. The thing under the red cloth had no support, but it floated in his palm. Lined with the crumpled red cloth, the palm of the stranger seemed to have bloomed into a strange flower.

“It turns out that this is the source of the corruption. It doesn’t look like an old object.”

Yin Ren rubbed the thing in his hand, then put it under his nose to smell it.

“It indeed has evil qi. Did you make this? How?”

The corpse servant of Sunken Society swallowed his saliva. He knew he should attack, but he couldn’t control his limbs, as if they were frozen. Like a rat being targeted by a snake, he was drenched in cold sweat, and his body wouldn’t move.

What a dreadful aura…

“You don’t know?” Yin Ren was a little disappointed. “Your goal was so clear. I thought you were here to reclaim it.”

“Yes… but… I…” The corpse servant’s tongue seemed to be knotted.


“I don’t… know…” he replied with difficulty. “It’s just orders from… above…”

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t know.”

Yin Ren grabbed the thing tightly, wrapped it in the red cloth, and stuffed it into his pockets.

“This thing is very interesting. I’ll take it.”

The corpse servant’s pupils trembled. His teeth chattered while he struggled to get up—dozens of severed hands rushed towards Yin Ren with their nails gleaming faintly in the night.

Yin Ren smiled.

“No need for such grandiose posturing,” he repeated what the man had said previously. “Your work is done. You can go to hell now. Oh, what else did you say? Oh, right.”

He casually gestured.

The severed hands that had pounced halfway suddenly stopped in unison. They crawled all over the ground for a while and gradually turned in the direction of the corpse servant.

“Hell has no door, but you still came.” Yin Ren smiled like a spring breeze.

Feng Qi looked at the scene in front of him in a daze—the necromancer’s spell wasn’t complete yet, but all his skeletons had turned around uncontrollably. Under the counterattack of the spell, they tore his body apart.

In Feng Qi’s blurred vision, the beautiful “Hero” walked in the direction of Ge Tingting first.

He carried her to the woods under a small awning and gently placed his hand on top of her head—a wisp of black qi crawled up to the man’s hand and disappeared to who knew where.

Ge Tingting curled up in a ball on the dry ground, and her breathing became steadier.

The man nodded in satisfaction and walked toward Feng Qi.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said. “Your situation is going to be more troublesome.”

“You can understand me.”

Feng Qi regained a little strength. He supported his body with all his might, and a trace of brilliance appeared in his eyes.

“You—You are…”

The young dragon swayed staggeringly as it flew back, stopping at Feng Qi’s feet. Feng Qi looked at the young man who was one step away from him, and his voice gradually changed.

“You’re the Dragon of Destruction,” he said tremblingly. “You’re the Dragon of Destruction, Oberskras! You—You can become human?”

Yin Ren let out a small puff of laughter.

“Quite apt.” He stepped over the bloody skeleton. “Well, that does sound more exciting than a vampire prince.”

Feng Qi bit his lip and took a deep breath.

“Thank you for saving us,” the boy said waveringly. “We don’t want to challenge you. Although we don’t know why you came here, our target is Pepafer, the black market merchant. He—he’s about to escape…”

“Ah, that drug dealer.”

Yin Ren easily picked up the boy and looked in a certain direction.

“Well, don’t worry. I don’t think he’ll get away.”

“Why?” Feng Qi shrank up, not daring to move.

“Based on your current level of corruption, you can probably identify it. Here, see for yourself what’s in that direction?”

Feng Qi hesitated for a moment. He resisted the urge to retch and cast a scanning spell in the direction pointed by the “Dragon of Destruction”.

“…Two black mages, an elf smith, and the black market boss Pepafer.”

“Mm-hmm,” Yin Ren encouraged him.

“And, there’s also…” The boy swallowed. “And… ‘Death’?!”

“Huh.” Yin Ren raised his brows and sniffed in the direction again. “That kid Zhong Chengshuo is stronger than I thought.”


Time reversed before it rained.

When Zhong Chengshuo stepped out of the corridor, the surrounding surveillance had already been disabled.

As he expected, Sunken Society had already destroyed the cameras and was always ready to intervene.

Master Liu’s subordinates were exposed, and most of the police and Shian forces were concentrated in Villas 2-8 of the villa area. However, Zhong Chengshuo didn’t even look that way and walked straight to Villa 18 in the opposite direction.

At the beginning of the year, Villa 18 was rented to a small company. That company went bankrupt a few months ago, and the owner hadn’t been able to find a new tenant.

Zhong Chengshuo had been calculating the electricity consumption data of nearby vacant houses. Compared to the previous power consumption, the power consumption of Villa 18 had slightly increased.

The door to the villa was firmly locked. Zhong Chengshuo skillfully pried open the window and slid into the room like a spider.

The room was dark with no light. Zhong Chengshuo bent down slowly—there were fresh footprints on the dust on the floor, and fingerprints were marked on the armrests.

Based on the characteristics of the footprints, there should be four adults in the room, two of whom were carrying heavy objects, as there were more obvious differences in the force between the footprints on both sides.

Zhong Chengshuo pulled up his hoodie, slipped up the stairs like a cat, and sneaked into the second floor.

The sound insulation of the villa wasn’t very good. Behind the door panel of the parlor on the second floor, two voices could be vaguely heard.

One of them sounded like an old man. “This Xiao Liu sure is rich. Did you see that Mud Meat Zhang and the Great Immortal Wu are here… This person even spent enough money to invite ‘King Yama*’, but unfortunately, he didn’t get him. These three are considered the strongest among us Nightwalkers.”

*(阎王) Also known as King Yan or King Yanluo, he’s the King of Hell and the God of Death. || This is actually quite apt as you will find out later why. I’m going to use King Yama for his nickname as even he himself uses it as an account name (later down the line).

“It’s a pity that ‘King Yama’ doesn’t take this kind of shady job,” an old lady replied.

“If he doesn’t take shady jobs, then why doesn’t he go to Shian? He must be calculating something… I’m just a little curious, old man, is ‘King Yama’ more powerful than Shian?”

Following this question, the old man couldn’t help but gossip about “King Yama”.

This person appeared seven years ago and quickly reached the pinnacle of the “Nightwalkers”. He was quick and ruthless. As long as he took the task, no matter how strong the evil being was, the task would be a cinch and there would always be a fierce death.

As the saying went, “If King Yama tells you to die at 3, who would dare to stay until 5?*” Over time, the Nightwalkers simply gave him the nickname “King Yama”.

*(阎王叫你三更死,谁敢留人到五更) Proverb referring to there‘s no delay in the death of a person.

The old lady was obviously not interested in the topic. “What comparison? King Yama is a lone wolf, while at Shian you have to bring a partner when you act. At least, Xiao Fu is seriously registered as a ghost general. Who knows what kind of occupation this ‘King Yama’ is? That guy has never shown his face, so they don’t even know if he’s a man or woman.”

“If he’s about the same level as Fu Xingchuan, then he must be at least a spirit smith, a witch*, or perhaps even a ghost general?”

*Wu Zhu (巫祝) Often refer to as witches/shrine maidens/ancient priests/shamans. In ancient times, they dealt with ghosts and gods.

“You think Shian is so idle that they couldn’t find anyone else besides him? What are you speculating here?”

The old man still didn’t give up. “Hehe, I just suddenly had a thought. Could ‘King Yama’ be a scholar?”

“Enough. Those scholars don’t even have a broad view. It’s fine if they can touch what they can touch, but they are completely blind to the things they can’t touch.”

Listening to their conversation… It seemed that it was a pair of cultivators from Nightwalkers; an old man and woman.

Zhong Chengshuo had never heard the voices of these two before, which meant they shouldn’t be within the top ten among the Nightwalkers, but he knew the person they were walking about.

“Mud Meat Zhang” was a spirit smith that was extremely strong, but he wasn’t good at fighting. The “Great Immortal Wu” was a strong folk ghost master. This person ate both black and white and was reluctant to part with dirty work, so they refused to join Shian.

Zhong Chengshuo was quietly hiding in the corner of the abandoned house, calculating quickly in his heart.

The old man and woman lack physical strength, so most likely they were ghost masters. The two of them were located at the center of the residence, so most likely there was a ghost guarding the key passage.

This place was heavily guarded, plus Master Liu had invited “Mud Meat Zhang”, who was good at disguise, and the eye-catching “Great Immortal Wu”… Zhong Chengshuo could probably guess Master Liu’s “substitute plan”.

‘What a pity,’ Zhong Chengshuo thought to himself.

If Shian hadn’t intervened, he would have been able to settle the matter when “Master Liu” tried his best to invite him.

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Stripping the vest* is fun!!!

*(马甲) An online term referring to when more than 2 IDs are registered in a forum, the most common used or well-known ID is called the main ID, while the other IDs are called vest IDs. || This is basically saying, Zhong Chengshuo’s vest ID “King Yama” has been exposed (to the readers).

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Evil As Humans Ch38

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 38: Evil Fruit

July 23rd, noon.

Shian Building, the office of Special Investigation Team Unit 6.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses was swiping on his phone with an unhappy expression. “The people of Unit 7 have entered the hospital again. This time, we’re cooperating with the police independently.”

“Who was it?”

“Bao Linlin and Wang Zhou both have broken bones.”

“Wow, even investigating can get you broken bones,” a young man exclaimed.

The young man was dressed as a food delivery driver, with a huge box used to store food for delivery on his back. He was still wearing his helmet, which didn’t have a logo and instead had the word “Eating is a Blessing” on it, with the word “Blessing” written upside down.

A pair of twin sisters stood beside the food delivery driver. They both looked like they were in their thirties, had neat short hair, and were wearing exactly the same one-piece protective clothing.

Their entire bodies were covered with packages of various sizes, and the gaps between the packages showed a metallic shimmer.

“Xiao Wu, you should learn some manners.” One of the sisters spoke.

The driver, Xiao Wu, shut his mouth, aggrieved.

“What about the police? Have you determined their action plan?” The other twin asked.

“Look at it yourself. I’ve just gone over it again.”

The middle-aged man knocked on the table, causing an extremely detailed action plan to appear on the screen.

The narcotics police would ambush the surrounding area. Once “Master Liu” appeared, they would immediately arrest him. The criminal police were responsible for arresting Ge Tingting and the corpse splitter.

Unit 6 had been divided into two groups. The non-science post was to assist the criminal police. Two science posts would be sent in first to explore the community and assist the police when necessary.

With the assistance of a professional metaphysician, the two children wouldn’t be able to make much of a splash. The problem was…

“It’s been confirmed that this case is related to Sunken Society.”

“The one who’s covering the two children is a ghost master named Kong Wangqing, our old acquaintance. After the investigation, the drug lord ‘Master Liu’ is the real target of Sunken Society.”

Two gloomy male faces appeared on the screen. One was a photo of Kong Wangqing, the ghost master, and the other was a portrait of a middle-aged man with the words “Master Liu” written under it.

Deliver driver Xiao Wu: “Huh? Aren’t we going to catch some children? Could it be that Sunken Society wants to send two kids to kill Master Liu… Are they serious?”

The middle-aged man glanced at him and continued to explain.

“Master Liu acts viciously, and he has recruited a lot of ruthless subordinates. Sunken Society has a direct conflict with him. After all, it’s dog eat dog in their world.”

“This is why Sunken Society pulled in two little lunatics out of nowhere and led Shian and the police to act first, then hid in the shadows to reap the benefits.”

“Oh.” The delivery driver touched his helmet. “Everyone knows that they’re being used by Sunken Society as the scapegoat, so why are we jumping into the pit?”

“You want to leave those two children alone?”


“In addition, there’s one more important point.” The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “Master Liu holds the top-class cursed spirit weapon, ‘Good Boy’, and we must recover it before Sunken Society.”

Without waiting for the delivery driver to ask more questions this time, the middle-aged man took the lead in explaining.

More than ten years ago, Master Liu’s men turned against him, and his organization was on the verge of collapse. Master Liu himself was being pursued by the narcotics police. By chance, he came into contact with Sunken Society.

Master Liu vanished from the world in the sun and miraculously reappeared in the shadows over the next half-year. He seemed to have some kind of help, as his behavior was even more rampant than before.

After an in-depth investigation by the police, they found that Master Liu was able to firmly control his core members through some means. Shian eventually found the answer…

C-X37, “Good Boy”.

It was a spirit weapon that had the physical form of a jade dolphin with a human head. It was unearthed in a tomb of a nobleman of the Gong Dynasty. In Shian archives, it was classified as one of the “top cursed spirit weapons.”.

The curse of “Good Boy” was simple and straightforward. As long as a person touched it, they had to touch its head again within 30 days. If they were unable to do so, the cursed person would gradually go insane and commit suicide in the manner he feared the most.

The last victim of “Good Boy” killed his son and daughter with his own hands, then jumped into a pool of sulfuric acid at a factory.

In the photo, “Good Boy” was about the size of a thumb and could be packed in any small bag. It was carved from yellowish green turbid jade. At first glance, it looked like a crawling animal, but it had a human head carved at the top.

The head’s eyebrows and eyes were bent, and its mouth was wide open with a smile, holding darkness inside.

“Oh, my god, Sunken Society sold this terrible thing to Master Liu.” Xiao Wu let out a cold breath.

“How is that possible?” The middle-aged man sneered. “They never buy or sell, only lend. Their transactions usually last ten years. Counting the time, it looks like it’s time for Master Liu to return ‘Good Boy’.”

Xiao Wu looked back. “Oh, I get it. I get it! Master Liu has also touched it, right? If he returns it, doesn’t that mean he’ll have to obey Sunken Society until he dies?”

Otherwise, he would die after not touching “Good Boy” for over a month.

“When ‘Master Liu’ was 48, he was afraid of being betrayed again. Most likely, he thought if he could live another 10 years, that would be enough. Now…” The sarcasm of the middle-aged man’s voice became heavier. “Well, Sunken Society is here to collect his debt.”

“According to the style of Sunken Society, they will arrange for people to fish in troubled waters* and take advantage of the chaos to seize the cursed spirit weapon,” one of the twins said. “Don’t worry, my sister and I will recover it first.”

*(浑水摸鱼) Idiom referring to creating chaos within the enemy and then taking advantage of the chaos to obtain benefits.

“Ping’an Manor is a gloomy place. Is there anything we need to pay attention to?” The other twin added.

The middle-aged man snorted. “No. Coincidentally, there are two newcomers from the C-level group living in Ping’an Manor.”

“Will they also participate?”

“How is that possible? I specifically asked Lu Xiaohe to keep her rookies away from the battlefield.”

At the same time, Shian—Small Work Group chat.

[Milky Way: It’s Friday comrades. Remember to hand in your weekly report before you get off and have a good weekend.]

[Fruit Knife: I love Fridays— 🥳]

[Final Fruit: Received.]

[The River Flows Eastward: Hey, I heard that there’ll be a lot of action at Ping’an Manor at night. Are you two going out to avoid the limelight?]

[Final Fruit: Lu Jie told us that the Special Investigation Team Unit 6 will conduct a joint arrest with the police.]

[The River Flows Eastward: Catching those two kids should be fine. It’s Master Liu who’s trouble. He must have found a powerful cultivator, which is why Sunken Society is intervening, and now it’s all become a mess.]

[The River Flows Eastward: Seriously, it’s hard enough to just protect the general public. Don’t make trouble, you two.]

[Final Fruit: I plan to go to the gym after getting off work, so I won’t be back too early.]

[Fruit Knife: Why don’t we go out for dinner? Stay away from Ping’an Manor and wait until the fight is over before going home~]

[Final Fruit: Agreed.]

[The River Flows Eastwards: Hey, are you thinking about going for barbeque? A new restaurant opened in my area, and the taste is pretty good.]

[The River Flows Eastwards: [link] Heroic Tyrannosaurus BBQ (Beidou Road)]

[Milky Way: Sorry, I have to go back to eat with my family _(:з”))_]

[Milk Way: Definitely next time—!]

[Fruit Knife: I plan to eat ice cream first after getting off work. Shall we meet at the barbecue restaurant at 7:30? @Everyone]

[Final Fruit: Okay 😊]

[Fruit Knife: [picture]]

[Fruit Knife: I bought a package coupon. Screenshot above. I’m not familiar with the road over there, so I might arrive late. Whoever arrives first can order.]

[Fruit Knife: Xiaohe Jie, I’ll remember to share photos with you.]

[Milky Way: 👋👋👋]


When it was time to get off work, Zhong Chengshuo really didn’t plan to go home. He greeted Yin Ren, lifted up his gym bag, and went straight to the gym.

Yin Ren didn’t go to eat ice cream, as he claimed.

He returned to Zhong Chengshuo’s residence, opened the window, and looked at the lush tree in the setting sun. The summer night wind rushed into the room, blowing on Yin Ren’s hair and causing it to sway slightly.

While the scene in the community was familiar, Yin Ren held his breath and stared at it intently.

“Have you learned how to fly?” After looking at it for a few minutes, he asked suddenly.

Behind Yin Ren, Hu Tao paused. “How did you know I was here?’

“A ghost master’s intuition,” Yin Ren responded casually as he continued to stare out the window.

“I did. I learn things pretty quickly.” Following Yin Ren’s gaze, Hu Tao also looked out the window curiously.

However, she couldn’t find anything except the golden-red leaves reflected by the setting sun. She was tired of looking out the window long ago, seeing the same scene that didn’t have anything worthy of note.

Speaking of which, this person didn’t play games or eat anything today. It was so abnormal that she felt a little hairy.

“What are you looking at?” Hu Tao asked cautiously.

“That child is about to die,” Yin Ren replied. “Some powers are not for the living to touch.”

Child? What child? Hu Tao looked around for a while but found nothing, as usual.

Forget it. Maybe this person is into theatrics and suddenly wants to put on an act. As an evil ghost, Hu Tao’s concern for the living was limited. “Well, if you have nothing better to do, help me turn on the tablet.”

Yin Ren glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, as if he wasn’t surprised by her reaction.

“Alright, but you have to do me a favor today.” Yin Ren’s tone was relaxed.

“You didn’t get into some kind of trouble again, did you?” Thinking of her experience a few days ago, Hu Tao suddenly became alert. “It’s fine if you were innocent and got caught, but I’m not going to find trouble on my own—”

Yin Ren turned his head and smiled at her. His smile was gentle, and in line with the sunset outside the window, it had a bit more warmth to it.

Hu Tao’s back went cold. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t finish what she was going to say.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be in danger. To be precise, you don’t have to do anything.”

Yin Ren didn’t seem oblivious. He turned to the window again and continued with a smile, “After today, perhaps someone will come to ask you questions. No matter what they ask, you just keep silent.”

“I—I—okay. Got it,” Hu Tao muttered. “Just say it properly. What’s wrong?”

She had a ghost contract with Yin Ren, which could be regarded as some kind of relationship that brought prosperity but also losses. Although she didn’t know what Yin Ren was, she instinctively didn’t want to offend him.

However, after speaking, Miss Hu Tao suddenly realized something was off. When she thought about it carefully, this person always had a good attitude, and he didn’t seem to be mean to her.

Strange. Why would she be scared?

Hu Tao thought for a few seconds and decided to give up thinking about it. Death brought all kinds of strange things, so it was useless to figure it out. Anyway, she had no other ghosts to talk to.

After telling Hu Tao about the matter, Yin Ren stood still in front of the window. His long hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, and his auburn eyes looked silently downstairs, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

The sky was gradually darkening. It was past 7 p.m.. Yin Ren glanced at the time and finally made a move—he lowered his head and silently opened the work WeChat group.

[Fruit Knife: Ah, sorry you two. I’m feeling unwell. I guess I’ll be a bit late. You guys eat first @Final Fruit, @The River Flows Eastward]

[Final Fruit: What’s wrong?]

[Fruit Knife: I ate too much ice cream and now my stomach hurts 😫]

[The River Flows Eastward: Hahahaha, this kid has days like that?!]

[Final Fruit: Go to the hospital. Do you remember how to register? Do you need me to be with you?]

[Final Fruit: It’s not that serious. I’ll go to the restaurant as soon as I get better. I may be an hour or two late.]

[The River Flows Eastward: Then Xiao Zhong and I will eat the meat first.]

[Fruit Knife: 😧]

“Liar,” Hu Tao said lightly as her gaze shifted away from the martial arts drama. “Big brother said, ‘the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful.’ Apparently this applies to men as well.”

“Thank you for your compliment.” Yin Ren put away his phone. There was no displeasure on his face despite being jabbed at.

The evil qi lingered around, causing his phone to become extremely excited. From time to time, it would make barking sounds like a puppy.

Yin Ren had to tap it many times before it calmed down. Although he hadn’t figured out the origin of this thing, it was still useful as an evil qi detector.

At this moment, the sun was about to sink below the horizon.

There was a lot more commotion in the community than usual. The police had arrived early, and the later ones that came were all cultivators. The power of the cultivators varied, and many of them had a cloudy, dark taste to them.

In the center of the encirclement, two children were hiding in the bushes, looking so out of place that it was pitifully comical.

Until now, Lord Ghost King didn’t care about the intricate details behind this matter—the conspiracy of Sunken Society, the greed of  Master Liu, or the caution of the police and Shian. He wasn’t interested in who was right and who was wrong, who would win and who would lose.

Yin Ren had grown tired of watching the scenes of people fighting against each other and fishing for profit long ago.

He knew that the two children hidden in the bushes in the community were just abandoned children who would be thrown into the pool and would cause a ripple before they sank to the bottom.

Under the constant corruption of evil qi, their breath was slowly dying, and their lives could end at any moment. Yin Ren now had a better understanding of Shian’s level. Even if Shian could rescue these two children right now, most likely they wouldn’t be able to save them from returning to heaven.

They would not survive after today.

Yin Ren fixed his stare on the two children, through the gap in the bushes and through the spell cover.

A few minutes later, he left the room and gently closed the door. Before he left, he didn’t forget to turn off the tablet. Hu Tao, who was watching the climax, almost spat out blood, and she circled frantically around the living room.

At the same time, Unit 6’s specially dispatched personnel had already settled in an empty villa in Ping’an Manor.

After the miscellaneous equipment was set up, the empty living room was transformed into a temporary stronghold for Shian.

“If those two idiots from Unit 7 didn’t break their legs, we wouldn’t have to work so hard. After working for so long, I’m the only Black Seal who has to bear the damage. How miserable…”

Delivery Driver Xiao Wu was still carrying the heavy food box on his back as he adjusted the position of his headset again. At this moment, the food delivery box behind him suddenly moved, and there was a dense and vague whisper that came from inside.

Xiao Wu smiled and briskly patted the box. “Don’t worry, I haven’t timed out yet.”

Through the headset, the middle-aged man continued to command in the ear. “Okay, don’t complain. Li Xiaozhen, Li Xiaoli, you two reconfirm the physical form of “Good Boy”.”

“It’s a top curse spirit weapon. Even if you lose the opportunity to recover it, don’t touch it with your bare hands—at any rate, you are B-level science posts. Need I say more?”

Twin sisters: “Yes!”

“Unfortunately, the curse detector can’t be used. I used to be able to scan it, but this time it’s become troublesome…” After confirming the photo of the “Good Boy”, Li Xiaozhen let out a heavy sigh.

“The more powerful the curse spirit weapon, the less likely it is to be perceived.” The middle-aged man’s voice was solemn. “Otherwise, people would be alerted two miles away. Who would touch it?”

“’Good Boy’ is grade C-X. This means us science posts are strictly forbidden to touch it. Can it be considered a top danger?” Li Xiaoli asked curiously.

“…Maybe? It’s troublesome, but it’s not on the list.” The middle-aged man opened a file and glanced at it. “There’s also a curse spirit weapon that’s graded Class A.”

“Wow, Class A?! What is it?” The two sisters said in unison.

“Enough, do your job well, and talk less nonsense.” The middle-aged man scolded helplessly.

The two sisters stuck out their tongues at the same time.

In the distant building of Shian, the middle-aged man scrolled through with his mouse and looked at the information again.

“Good Boy” didn’t even make the top 100 cursed spirit weapons. Most of the top-ranked spirit weapons were in grade B, while the cursed spirit weapons that were at the top of the list were impressively marked with a blood-red bold “A”.

[A-Z1 “Evil Fruit*” Short Knife.]

*(恶果) It’s a term that basically means repercussions. It comes from the Buddhist saying, bitter fruit (苦果) (term used to refer to evil retribution caused by karma) that arises from the cause of evil.

[The physical form is a crimson knife. The material of the blade is unknown, and the creator is unknown.

The strongest curse-like spirit weapon currently discovered. The dissipation of evil qi around the spirit weapon is close to 0, and there’s no way to detect it at close range.

The weapon can annihilate creatures and evil beings that come into contact with it within 0.5 seconds. The upper limits of its destructive power have yet to be tested.

As long as the user [subjectively and deliberately] uses “Evil Fruit” to eliminate the target, no matter what indirect means are used (including, but not limited to, touching, coercing others to do it, remotely manipulating machinery, ect.) once the user-victim causality is established, the user will die after the target is annihilated.

This spirit weapon was once sealed by Shian but was stolen by Sunken Society during the “11-19” incident, and now its whereabouts are unknown.]

The middle-aged man read the last line of text speechlessly for a moment before closing the information.

The operation was about to begin. As the rear commander of Unit 6, he had to remain focused.


Time slowly passed. The sunset turned a pale blue-gray. Ping’an Manor was gradually swallowed by night.

In room 601 of building 4, where Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo lived, the security door made a noise.

Miss Hu Tao was still sulking while staring at the black screen on the tablet when she heard someone come back. She subconsciously thought it was Yin Ren. Hu Tao hurriedly put on her most terrifying appearance, started gathering momentum, and prepared to curse. Unfortunately, after clearly seeing the visitor, all of her curses choked at her throat.

It wasn’t Yin Ren, but Zhong Chengshuo.

Zhong Chengshuo was carrying a gym bag in his hand, and his hair was dry and crisp, looking like someone who didn’t just return from exercising. He went straight through Hu Tao’s body and into his bedroom.

Just like before, Zhong Chengshuo quickly squeezed into his room and slammed the door shut.

How weird. Didn’t these two say they were going out for dinner? What’s wrong with these two?

Hu Tao floated dully around for a while. Seeing that there was really no opportunity to watch her drama tonight, she flew back to the residence next door in anger.

Shian—Small Work Group.

[Final Fruit: I sprained my ankle at the gym, and it will take some time to deal with it. You two don’t need to wait for me. @The River Flow Eastwards, @Fruit Knife]

[The River Flows Eastwards: ???? Buddy, I’ve been drinking free tea here for an hour!]

[The River Flows Eastwards: Xiao Yin, how long will it take?]

[The River Flows Eastwards: Comrade Xiao Yin, you didn’t fall into the toilet, right? @Fruit Knife]

[Final Fruit: In terms of his body shape, he shouldn’t be able to fall in.]

A few minutes passed, but Yin Ren, who was usually active, didn’t reply.

[The River Flows Eastwards: Damn it, buds. Did you two just pigeonhole me at the same time?! There’s a long line outside while I’m occupying a fucking table for four people. The waiter has been staring at me this entire time!!!]

[The River Flows Eastwards: 😡😡😡 @Fruit Knife, @Final Fruit]

[Final Fruit: Sorry.]

After typing this, Zhong Chengshuo quickly exited WeChat and turned off his spare phone—his usual phone was in the gym, diligently providing his GPS position for Shian.

It was time to prepare.

Zhong Chengshuo opened the corner of his wardrobe, took out an exceptionally wide hoodie, and neatly changed into a t-shirt.

Then he pulled out the bottom drawer of the wardrobe.

The drawer was full of large tubes of potato chips of various flavors. Their outer packaging was longer than the average potato chip bag, and they were neatly stacked. Zhong Chengshuo took out a tube from the corner labeled “spicy crawfish” flavor and familiarly opened the lid.

The potato chip packaging tilted slightly, and a short knife quietly slid out of the chute.

The style of the short knife was simple and clean, and the handle of the knife had obvious signs of repair; there was an unattractive dark wooden handle attached to the end. The crimson blade reflected in the faint light, revealing a deep cold and a strange beauty, like a small whirlpool in the turbulent flow of blood.

It had an almost sinister attraction. Once people’s gaze fell on it, it was difficult to look away.

However, Zhong Chengshuo just glanced at it like it was a potato chip. He wasn’t attracted to it in the slightest, but when he looked at it, it reminded him of his strange roommate.

Zhong Chengshuo squatted down and lifted his pant leg. He grabbed the crimson short knife with his bare hands and tucked it into a sheath strapped to his leg.

Finally, he took off his glasses, put on a mask, and slowly pulled on the hood of his hoodie.

“Time point, confirmed. Surveillance, confirmed. The remarks afterwards, confirmed.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s lips moved as he muttered silently.

“…It’s just that Yin Ren is in a bit of trouble, so it needs to be over soon.”

The author has something to say:

The rear commander of Unit 6: Keep these rookies away from the battlefield.

Yin Ren & Zhong Chengshuo: Okay, here we come.

In the end, only Comrade Liang Shan was injured and miserable. Poor Liang Shan.

Kinky Thoughts:

I suspect that “Evil Fruit” is a purposeful name, considering Yin Ren’s nickname is Fruit Knife and the weapon is a short knife. So many references to fruits and knives while also holding double meanings…

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Evil As Humans Ch37

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 37: Power and Cost

July 21st, night.

A man and woman stood on the rooftop of the Shian building. The woman was wearing an advanced gliding device, while the man sat in front of hastily piled equipment, concentrating on controlling a drone.

“Hey, isn’t it fine?” The young woman spoke into her headset. “It’s almost a day now.”

The rear science post teamed up with the field science post to cover Haigu with two types of drones, but after a day, there were no clues. As a non-science post combatant, she drank for most of the day on the rooftop.

“No means no. I can’t change the data!” A young man’s voice came from the headset. “Linlin Jie, if you keep talking like this again, I’ll sue you for child labor.”

Bao Linlin sneered. “Sue my ass.”

“…Wang Ge, do something about her!”

“Stop it. I’m busy.” The man didn’t raise his head.

B-level Investigation Team, Unit 7 Special Investigation Division. The core partners in the field plus three people in rear command had been working continuously for 20 hours.

Over Haigu, 300 standard drones and more than 1,000 fly-sized special drones were swarming about. One of the two science posts scanned for evil qi while the other looked at the surveillance data. They had almost touched all the corners of Haigu.

There was only Xizhao District left that hadn’t been checked.

Xizhao District was the farthest from Shanguang District, and it was also the largest area. It linked the old city center in the north to the former factory site in the south suburbs. Coupled with the heavy evil qi from Ping’an Manor, Xizhao District had attracted a lot of evil beings that ran amuck at night, causing delays in their investigation speed.

“Got it!” Wang Ge suddenly jumped up. “Xiao Zhao, the coordinates have been sent to you. Help me analyze it—quickly!”

“On it!” The boy’s voice coming through the headset also became excited.

On the myriad of monitors, Ge Tingting and a child suddenly appeared. As soon as they entered the detection range, a drone would return a strong alarm signal.

The range of evil qi values of the two children was 1.18~1.51fR, which was extremely high. Ge Tingting’s condition was slightly better, but the boy had definitely come into contact with a powerful source of corruption.

“Fuck, the corpse splitter really is a child.” Wang Ge scratched his hair. “Isn’t this more serious than Guo Laifu’s case?”

On a rainy night half a month ago, the fugitive Guo Laifu went crazy on the street. At that time, he was so overexposed to evil qi that it could be detected from 800 miles away.

This time, the evil qi around the two kids was almost twice as high as Gao Laifu’s, but they weren’t able to detect any traces of it—something was helping them shield the evil qi.

“Position,” Bao Linlin said succinctly.

In her ear, the voice of the young man became solemn. “No, their index is too high. You could get second-hand corruption from their evil qi! In case it’s related to an Evil Spirit, your current protection…”

“Give me their position,” Bao Linlin repeated.

“No!” The young man yelled. “You should act with Wang Ge!”

Bao Linlin: “I’m not going to fight them. I’m just going to scout the situation… Forget it.”

She glanced at the buildings on the drone screen and took out two talismans and a cinnabar brush from her waist. After a few seconds and a couple strokes, she skillfully burned the talismans.

Bao Linlin’s short hair rustled as she rose into the air. The next moment, Bao Linlin fine-tuned the gliding device on her body and flew like an arrow in the direction of the sunset.

Xiao Zhao let out a scream.

“Wang Ge, aren’t you going to stop her?! Linlin Jie might get hurt. None of the three of us can fight! Call her back! Call her back! Hey, are you listening—”

Wang Ge looked helplessly towards the Xizhao District. “When have I ever successfully stopped her?”

He put a piece of coffee candy into his mouth and kept staring at the screen.

On the screen, the two children didn’t look like they had outside help. They staggered along the street as they held hands tightly. Their shadows grew and shortened under the streetlights.

The physiological indicators on the screen suddenly flashed.

He controlled the drone to get closer. Sure enough, the boy’s physical condition was abnormal—his body temperature was 37.8° Celsius, but he was energetically walking without the slight malaise of a patient. He was bouncing around as he walked, as if the deserted streets were an incredible playground.

Ge Tingting’s body temperature was normal, but her behavior was a bit strange. From time to time, the two would change their routes on the empty streets, as if there were some kind of transparent obstacle in front of them.

Wang Ge moved his fingers slightly and directed the fly-sized drone to quietly change positions.

He tried to take a picture of the boy’s face. However, just as the position was about to be adjusted, the screen flashed with fire, and his drone exploded on the spot.


The moment the screen turned off, a pair of translucent, twisted arms popped out, causing the evil qi alarm to sound frantically. Wang Ge squinted his eyes, only seeing blurred darkness in front of him.

“Wang Ge, run! It’s a fierce ghost trying to get at you!”

“What?” I can’t see it. I should be okay…”

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, the scattered metal brackets around him suddenly moved, quickly forming a distorted human figure. The humanoid clicked and twisted; swaying left to right as it walked towards Wang Ge.

“…Fuck, I’m pulling back.”

Wang Ge glanced at the line of travel of that thing and then at the edge of the building behind him.

“Haa, Linlin should have left something…”

He fumbled in his pockets and found a gold paper ingot full of runes. He yelled “Lin Jie, help” at it, causing the ingot to spontaneously ignite, then it quickly disappeared into the air.

A few steps away, the “bracket man” stopped, then jumped wildly as if the brackets on its body were about to fall apart. Wang Ge covered his head and ran towards the exit.

An hour later, Haigu People’s Hospital.

Bao Linlin and Wang Ge—Wang Zhou—were lying on adjacent beds with plaster casts on each of their legs.

The two partners looked at each other.

Wang Zhou: “How’d you get hurt.”

Bao Linlin: “Those two children are being watched by a ghost master. I was shot down as soon as I approached. What about you? Didn’t I leave a ghost to protect you?”

Wang Zhou: “I was rushing too fast and fell down the stairs, haha.”

Bao Linlin: “……”

Bao Linlin: “I don’t think we’ll be promoted to the A-level investigation team next year.”

Wang Zhou: “Hey, people and horses will stumble*. We also made a new discovery, so let Unit 6 handle it and act with the police.”

*(人有失足马有失蹄) Idiom referring to people will inevitably fail unexpectedly, just like a horse would fall due to stepping on air or getting weak in the feet.

Bao Linlin: “I know… Speaking of which, my emissary heard the child’s voice.”


“He was talking to someone and said that I was a ‘berserker’. He also said that he had just shot down a worm summoned by a ‘summoner’ and that the ‘berserker’ and ‘summoner’ are working together.”

Wang Zhou sighed. “Are they professions from <The Legend of resurrection>? Strange, I just tried that game yesterday, and the profession I chose was a female succubus. What about you? Have you played it too?”

“I chose a male succubus.” Bao Linlin slowly looked away.

“Ah, it’s completely different from what we chose!”


As auxiliary support, Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo also received the reports from Unit 7. When they got it, the two were sitting on the carpet, passionately playing <The Legend of Resurrection>.

Although the plot of the game was boring, if you played for a long time, you would feel the fun of exploration and upgrading.

At present, the two of them were exploring the “Corrupted Gungarian Swamp”. Yin Ren was excitedly controlling his character to fight monsters while ignoring the prompts of the internal software. Zhong Chengshuo was the first to put down his controller and reach for his phone.

Yin Ren got close and handed it to him. “Here.”

Zhong Chengshuo quietly looked at him with doubt in his eyes showing: ‘You even helped me get it but don’t even look at it?’

“I’m in a lot of pain working overtime,” Lord Ghost King replied pitifully. On the screen, Yin Ren’s character gave a monster a last blow. “It doesn’t make sense to get distracted by reading a report when you’re working overtime.”

The doubt in Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes turned into condemnation. He didn’t say a word, but instead turned his head and looked at the report.

The report regarding Unit 7 of the Special Investigation Team was concise. Zhong Chengshuo quickly summarized the key points—

  1. The suspected target has been identified. The corpse splitter is really a child.
  2. The suspected target is suspected to have been exposed to evil qi corruption.
  3. Knowing that external forces have intervened, a hostile ghost master, who is suspected of following the suspected target, has been discovered.
  4. The suspected target is suspected to have cognitive impairment and will identify a person as a profession in <The Legends of Resurrection>. Up to now, how the suspected target “identifies the profession” has nothing to do with the “real profession” selected by the person in the game.

Zhong Chengshuo looked at the TV. While he was reading the report, Yin Ren had started running wildly around with his character again.

“Any shocking discoveries?” Yin Ren stuffed some popcorn into his mouth.

“Not yet. You can read it later.”

Yin Ren nodded in satisfaction and stuffed another handful of popcorn into his mouth again, then spoke with his mouth full. “Zhong Ge, speaking of which, it’s boring to just level up like this.”

After checking various strategies, Zhong Chengshuo quickly formulated a customized clearance plan.

There was a bug monster in the Corrupted Gungarian Swamp that could quickly be taken out and generate a ton of experience points. As soon as the map was opened, the two of them could ignore the messy side quests and take the lead in collecting items for the main quests…

As long as the rare items from the main quests were collected, weapons and common collectables would be available to purchase with krypton gold. The plot points of the side quests were all in the item description, so they could just directly read it.

In order to reach the full collection as soon as possible, they had been in the corruption swamp for three hours.

Yin Ren’s vampire prince, who was surrounded by blood mist, was about to reach max level. The vampire hunter, Zhong Chengshuo, was also covered by holy light that wrapped around his white cloak.

The vampire hunter was so dazzling under the white light that it made Yin Ren squint for a while before he looked back at Zhong Chengshuo.

“…How about we bet on something?” In the game, Yin Ren threw a blood curse at Zhong Chengshuo, which exploded with a splash of blood.

The little vampire hunter stood in place. Even the strands of his hair exuded a dignified aura.

Outside the game, his operator wasn’t much better—Zhong Chengshuo was sitting upright when playing the game. Even his pajamas and nightcap were completely straight, without a single wrinkle, looking as though he was about to attend an official pajama exhibit.

Yin Ren lay on one side, very close to Zhong Chengshuo’s legs. He liked to move around when playing games, so his elbows would occasionally touch Zhong Chengshuo’s waist from time to time. The body under the pajamas was firm and warm, full of vigorous vitality, and quite pleasant to the touch.

Moreover, whenever Comrade Zhong was touched, he would shrink a little, which was much more entertaining than the game.

“Do you want to?” When Zhong Chengshuo did not respond, Yin Ren raised his elbow and purposefully touched the man’s waist once more.

“Bet on what?” Sure enough, Zhong Chengshuo shrank again.

“Bet on whether it’s day or night when we encounter the Dragon of Destruction in the game,” Yin Ren said. “The winner can order the loser to do one thing. How about it?”


“I bet on night.” Yin Ren moved his sly elbow back. “Which means you bet on day.”

“Okay.” Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes remained flat, as if he didn’t notice.

Moving forward, the room was filled with soft sounds, which were followed by an infinite loop of scenes and battle BGM. The hideous, corrupted swamp was constantly refreshing, churning out new monsters with hoarse roars.

When they finally reached max level, the main quest prompt popped up in front of the two of them with a “ding”.

[Challenge the Dragon of Destruction, Oberskras]

[Great adventurer, congratulations on reaching the top of this continent.

According to the investigation, the Dragon of Destruction, Oberskras, has descended into this world, and the teleportation temple of Sleeping Mountain has been opened.

Wherever Oberskras goes, daylight will be swallowed and curses will rain. It is the calamity to all the living in the world, and it’s also the only creature that the God of Death fears.

Defeat Oberskras, and it will give you a dragon scale. Its scale can confuse the sight of Death and give us a last hope.

※Recommended level: This quest is only for level 99 characters. Please make sure that your character’s equipment and weapons are higher than level 90.

※Recommended attributes: Curse resistance, instant death resistance, poison resistance.]

“I have a question.” Zhong Chengshuo straightened his nightcap. “Since the Dragon of Destruction is comparable to Death, and Death was the one who took the prince, why doesn’t the protagonist just directly attack Death?”

“Don’t nitpick about the plot in this kind of game.” Yen Ren clicked his tongue twice.

“It also said that if we defeat the Dragon of Destruction, it will give us a scale. This dragon doesn’t even run away if it can’t beat us. It’s quite an honest dragon. Maybe it’s because of the setting that it has a good temper, but based on the logic of the hero’s side—”

“Perhaps it’s because it can’t escape death, so Death better represents the image of ‘invincibility’. The dragon is something you can see and touch, which makes it easy to attack,” Yin Ren said indifferently. “Don’t worry about this. Zhong Ge, you can’t escape the key points.”


“’Wherever Oberskras goes, daylight will be swallowed’. This means we’re destined to fight at night, so you lose.”

Yin Ren dropped the controller and stretched. His long hair spilled on the carpet.

Zhong Chengshuo stood up. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well…” Yin Ren rolled on the floor for half a circle and looked up at the ceiling, trying to hide his guilty conscience after cheating. “I want to see your room.”

After all, things like a “lair” best reflected the characteristics of the living.

Zhong Chengshuo was silent.

“I’m just purely curious. Forget it, if you don’t want to. Besides, it’s not a serious bet.”

Zhong Chengshuo extended his hand to Yin Ren, who was still lying on the floor, expressionlessly. “It’s fine. I was willing to make that bet.”

Yin Ren was quite surprised by this reaction.

He had been living with Zhong Chengshuo for a while, but Zhong Chengshuo had always kept his room tightly shut. This person would never forget to close the door whenever he entered or exited. If Yin Ren hadn’t noticed something was off, he would have thought that Zhong Chengshuo was raising another monster in the bedroom.

Yin Ren once asked Hu Tao about it in the chat. The ghost said that Comrade Xiao Zhong did the same thing when he lived alone. As a reasonable modern ghost, she would never break into the bedrooms of strangers, especially those of the opposite sex.

Since there was no other option, Lord Ghost King had to do it in person.

With a soft creak, Zhong Chengshuo opened the door to his bedroom for the very first time.

Yin Ren stepped into this “forbidden land” and had to admit that he was a little disappointed.c

…Zhong Chengshuo’s bedroom was warmer than the living room, but it was so normal to the point that it was unspeakable.

There was a double bed in the center of the bedroom that was flat and clean, with pillows and a blanket that was folded neatly on top. He wasn’t sure if Zhong Chengshuo used cologne, but the bedding had the same good smell as he did.

In addition to the same wardrobe as Yin Ren’s room, there was also a coffee table and a small sofa in the corner of the bedroom.

There was a cream-colored minifridge placed next to the coffee table with a magnetic sticker that says “Knowledge is Power” stuck to the door. On top of the minifridge were a few books.

In addition to this reading corner, there was also a desk and a bookcase. The bookcase was standard, with the top level full of trophies and awards that Zhong Chengshuo had won, while various books and notebooks occupied the rest of the space. There was a computer placed upright at the end of the desk with a computer monitor that looked sleek, as if it was brand new.

A family photo was placed next to the computer, and there were a few little animal ornaments nearby. The animals were in various poses that all seemed to be cheering.

There was half a bag of eaten potato chips that was left on the table. Yin Ren looked at Zhong Chengshuo, then at the bag of “thick cheese”-flavored potato chips, then back at Zhong Chengshuo again.

Oh, what a terrible secret. He hasn’t eaten this flavor yet!

The ever-disciplined Zhong Chengshuo didn’t look away, but Yin Ren could see a little red creeping from his ear. He coughed dryly. “I occasionally eat this kind of stuff.”

“Where did you buy it? I want to buy it too.”

Except for finding out that Zhong Chengshuo liked cheese flavor, Yin Ren didn’t make any new discoveries. He withdrew from the bedroom with little interest.

Though Yin Ren was suppressing his power, except for his sensitivity to strong evil qi, his exploratory power was similar to that of a top cultivator, which was enough. Zhong Chengshuo’s bedroom was clean in all senses, and he didn’t find any suspicious items.

This time, seeing Zhong Chengshuo solemnly close his door, Yin Ren felt this act quite boring.

“It’s alright. My bedroom is always open, so you’re welcome to look at it.” Lord Ghost King lay back in front of the TV.

Zhong Chengshuo: “That’s because you always just sleep in the living room.”

“What do you mean always? Don’t I sleep in the guest bedroom…”  Yin Ren suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just suddenly forgot what I wanted to say.” Yin Ren grabbed the controller. “Let’s continue.”

He lightly sniffed as he adjusted his words.

…It was that stale, fierce smell again.

Compared to the faint smell on the insect corpse, the smell this time was strong and clear. The source was wandering near him. Yin Ren was particularly sure that the source was indeed an item that was soaked in evil qi.

A child carrying items and a weak cultivator… It should be the corpse splitter and Ge Tingting. A little further away from them, they were being followed by a much stronger adult cultivator.

The person also smelled familiar. Undoubtedly, he was the owner of the headhunter ghost that Yin Ren dealt with a few days ago.

The ghost master was patiently following the two children. He didn’t seem to have any interest in attacking but was using various spiritual weapons to suppress the evil qi of the two, like a shepherd observing his flock.


“Forget it, Zhong Ge. Wait for me for a few minutes. Just in case, I need to read the report from Unit 7 first.” Yin Ren reluctantly put down the controller.


Near Ping’an Manor, in an abandoned shop.

“Ibby, we have found the hidden mission location. Have you unlocked any new information?”

“No.” The young dragon wilted as it replied. “It’s weird. There have been no instructions from the ‘Sunken Wiseman’.”

The young dragon rested on the window with its head slightly drooping. Its pearly scales had lost their luster and became a bit like plastic.

“It’s okay. “Usually, hidden NPCs provide less information,” the boy comforted. “I haven’t triggered this NPC playing <The Legend of Resurrection> before.”


“Ibby, are you not feeling well? Why is the color of your scales…”

“How could that be! I’m doing very well, and my scales are just as good. It’s because of the lack of light.” The young dragon propped up its body as it replied in a low voice.

Feng Qi smiled at it and wiped his nose.

Under the moonlight, his pupils were slightly deformed, and the back of his hand after wiping his nose was full of stinky pus and blood.

If passersby were to see this, they would be shocked by the situation of the two children. Feng Qi’s skin was hot, and his breathing was short. His eyes were abnormally bloodshot. Ge Tingting’s complexion was pale, and her lips were bloodless, like she was a breathing corpse.

Even the plastic model toy lying in the corner looked more like a living thing than these two.

However, the two children stared at each other solemnly, and neither seemed to notice the other’s abnormalities.

“That’s the mansion of Pepafer, the boss of the black market.” Feng Qi pointed in the direction of Ping’an Manor. “Ibby told me that Pepafer’s subordinates are all elite monsters, so we must be careful.”

Ge Tingting nodded. She looked through the window in the direction Feng Qi pointed.

In front of the huge moon, a medieval mansion stood on the lawn. Countless stone buildings were soaked in the moonlight, and at first glance, they even looked as if they made up a small town. Torches were burning, and there were even guards standing in front of the entrance to the courtyard.

Above the sky, magical beasts were flying around, casting large black shadows across the giant moon.

The moon was so bright that it seemed as if it were attached to her eyes. Ge Tingting thought she could even see the craters in it.

Seeing that Ge Tingting was silent, Feng Qi thought she was worried. The boy puffed up his chest and patted it.

“Sister, don’t worry. I’ll check it out first… Ahem!” Feng Qi coughed.

Hearing him cough, Ge Tingting replied, “You’re not feeling well?”

“How can that be! I just choked on my spit. I’m in very good condition,” the boy said excitedly. Pus and blood were dripping down from his chin. “The upgrade is particularly useful. I’m getting stronger, and the feeling is obvious. Hehe. It’s midnight now, and I’m not even sleepy!”

He pressed his hand solemnly on the ground.

“I’ll scout out the troops first. My mother often says, know the enemy and know yourself*… Ahem!”

*Quote from The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Full quote is: “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”

Feng Qi “choked on his saliva” again and coughed heart wrenchingly.

He didn’t bother to speak again and silently launched a spell.

“…Huh? How strange. Sister, look at that room.”

When the spell formation was complete, Feng Qi pointed it toward a certain window of the castle. Under the moonlight, the window was lit with a warm light.

In reality, it was none other than room 601 of building 4. Inside, Lord Ghost King was yawning. He nestled on the sofa as a strand of long hair curled out and turned off the living room light with its “hand”.

In the boy’s cloudy eyes, he saw the window’s light extinguished.

“Oh, I’m fine, I’m fine. Perhaps it was a mistake.” Seeing the light suddenly disappear, Feng Qi started muttering in a low voice.

“What happened just now?” Ge Tingting asked.

“It’s nothing. Wasn’t I trying to identify the number of troops and profession in the area?”

Feng Qi raised his hand and touched the weak young dragon that still had a smile on its face.

“…But in that room, it was clearly lit just now, but there was nothing inside.”

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhong was caught red-handed by Xiao Yin for stealing potato chips.

Xiao Zhong: I only eat two chips a day!

Potato-sucking Ghost Prince vs Potato-sucking Ghost Hunter; The Potato-sucking Ghost Hunter was temporarily defeated.

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Evil As Humans Ch36

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 36: Dragon Scale

At noon, the police found a second victim in the junkyard in Shangguang District.

Lu Xiaohe was lying in a daze in front of a console, staring at the game case of <The Legend of Resurrection> in her hand.

A row of photos of the murder scene were lined up on the big screen. The deceased’s death was exactly the same as Wu Tao’s; the snow-white skull on top of the bloody minced meat was particularly conspicuous.

The difference was that this time, the “fallen objects” around the deceased weren’t in a circle, as two objects were missing.

“Ma Jiangshuai, 32 years old, a native of Haigu. This person is unemployed and has a history of drug abuse. According to the police, he recently started dealing small amounts of drugs.”

Lu Xiaohe put away the game case and spoke with a tone of pain and annoyance.

“The narcotics department has been eyeing him for some time and got info on him a while ago—Ma Jiangshuai was about to contact his handler, and the police were originally planning to catch them all.”

As a result, the corpse splitter stepped in, and now their trail was broken.

“The last time the corpse splitter struck was on July 13. Today is July 21. If the corpse splitter strikes gain, he will become the third serial killer in the history of Haigu.”

Zhong Chengshuo sat upright with his hands on his knees. “Did you find anything at the scene?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say next. In addition to Ma Jiangshuai’s blood, police also found blood samples from two other people at the scene.”

“After DNA comparison with Ge Jiaojiao, one of them can be identified as Ge Tingting. The other person is most likely the ‘corpse splitter’… Based on the blood sample, it can only be determined that the ‘corpse splitter’ is male.”

Lu Xiaohe sighed.

“Ge Tingting has appeared in two crime scenes, so there’s heavy suspicion on her. The police are already looking for her and have sent out the details.”

[Ge Tingting, 16 years old, from Gejiazhuang, Shouguan County, Haigu. Has hearing and language impairments.]

However, compared to ordinary deaf and mute people, her situation was a bit special…

Ge Tingting wasn’t born unable to hear voices, nor was she mute. Before she was at least five, her hearing and language skills were completely normal. She was even famous in her village for “speaking early”.

Eleven years ago, Ge Tingting’s parents took her into the city to buy supplies, but they encountered a car accident in the mountains.

The road was slippery due to the snow, causing the tiny three-wheeled car to overturn off the cliff. The terrain of the mountainous area was complicated, so it took five days for them to find the wreckage under the cliff.

Ge Tingting’s parents died on the spot, and their bodies were already rotting, but they wrapped their arms around Ge Tingting and protected her, and she miraculously survived.

The young Ge Tingting spent New Year’s in a coma. After waking up, she could no longer understand the words of the people around her and could only utter unintelligible sounds.

The diagnosis given by the doctor at the time was lesions in the Wernicke’s area of the brain, and the cause was unknown.

The people in the mountain village didn’t understand these complicated terms, so they directly regarded her as a deaf and mute person.

Two months ago, Ge Tingting’s grandmother passed away. Ge Tingting took her sister’s ID and entered the city as an “adult”.

It was both a fortunate and unfortunate life, but not shocking.

“Because of language barriers, Ge Tingting tried looking for odd jobs and had no place to live. She spends the night in internet cafes, and when she had no money, she would go to a closed area and find an empty spot. Wu Tao’s group was probably watching her during this time.”

“In other words, she probably became a rogue corpse servant ten years ago.” Zhong Chengshuo continued, “She was suddenly attacked by Wu Tao, and in a panic, her special abilities burst out.”

“Nn, then she met the corpse splitter. Until yesterday, the two stayed together.”

Yin Ren turned his chair around and lazily picked up the conversation.

“Given Ge Tingting’s situation, she couldn’t have known the corpse splitter for long, right? She’s not like someone who would act with a stranger. How did the corpse splitter convince her?”

Yin Ren hit the nail on the head.

Lu Xiaohe reacted quickly and sighed. “The corpse splitter… may be a child?”

Since she was a woman, if she was attacked by a man, unless it was a law enforcement officer who stepped in, she wouldn’t leave with a stranger.

There was only one exception—if that stranger was likely to make her “feel no threat”.

Children or the elderly fit the bill. Considering the target audience of <The Legend of Resurrection>, children were more likely the case.

Zhong Chengshuo nodded. “Yin Ren and I discussed this yesterday, and we have similar doubts. The behavioral characteristics of the corpse splitter aren’t clear. If he’s an adult, Officer Sun’s side wouldn’t be so lost without any clues.”

Lu Xiaohe thought for a few minutes, then began to tap on the keyboard.

“…Got it. Your guess is reasonable. It just so happens that the investigation recommendation related to <The Legend of Resurrection> hasn’t been issued yet, so I’ll add this and send it to Officer Sun.”


In the afternoon, 8th Floor of Shian Building.

The sun was shining brightly inside, lighting up the TV screens full of text. An old lady was hunched over, sitting at a podium with her eyes closed, taking a nap. Looking at the tables and chairs under the stage, this place looked like a small university lecture hall.

However, the “students” were a bit overage.

“Hey, you guys are actually free to come to class?” Although class hadn’t started yet, Lao Bin had already subconsciously lowered his voice. “Aren’t you two taking on that murder case right now?”

“We came for instructions. We’re being transferred to rear support while the B-level investigation team will officially take over,” Zhong Chengshuo answered honestly.

Hearing this, Yin Ren was filled with joy and sorrow.

His joy was real—yes, they were liberated and became auxiliary support staff again.

His grief was also real—before lunch, before Lu Xiaohe’s investigation suggestion to the police was released, Sun Qinghui received new information. In order to adjust his work plan in time, he missed the limited authentic tea-smoked duck in the cafeteria.

Since he missed it this time, he wouldn’t be able to eat it until next month.

In fact, the matter wasn’t complicated. According to the police investigation, the deceased Ma Jiangshuai was a new recruit to the drug lord “Master Liu”. He was preparing to join the gang. The crime scene investigator said the murderer took a note from the deceased.

The drug lord “Master Liu” had been registered in Shian and always had an ambiguous relationship with the metaphysical world. Now that he was related to the corpse splitter, the case may have another mystery.

…And he and Zhong Chengshuo were weak, pitiful, and helpless rookies who even had a criminal record for acting without authorization. According to Lu Xiaohe, the higher-ups were afraid that they would cause trouble when acting together with the police, so they decided to take preventive measures.

Still, it was good.

This matter wouldn’t dampen Yin Ren’s non-existent self-motivation. Anyway, their investigation wouldn’t stop, so he could continue to play <The Legend of Resurrection> while getting paid. If it weren’t for missing the limited lunch menu, Yin Ren would be in a better mood.

As for Zhong Chengshuo… Unlike the Gao Mengyu incident, Yin Ren didn’t see any fluctuations in his emotions.

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, their colleagues looked a bit more sluggish.

Lao Bin was dejected. “How come you guys always encounter real things every time? I just finished an investigation on my side—after following for half a month on the “Hallucinogenic Event in the Building” case, we only found toxic mold, and it wasn’t even a new species.”

As he spoke, Luo Bin glanced at his partner faintly.

There were only four people in the classroom. Except for three newcomers, Yin Ren, Zhong Chengshuo, and Luo Bin, there was also a new face.

A burly man more than two meters tall was sitting next to Luo Bin. He had thick brows and small eyes, with ugly facial features. Hearing them talk about the case he was in charge of, he turned his head and laughed nervously.

“Qin Lele, corpse servant, my partner.” Luo Bin casually introduced. “We’re currently living in the Shian dorms. Because of this, I also had a fight with my girlfriend—we were living together and were renting out a place before, haa.”

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t care about Lao Bin’s emotional life. He politely turned to Qin Lele and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Zhong Chengshuo. The one with long hair is my partner, Yin Ren.”

Qin Lele blinked sluggishly with some belated excitement. “Hello, hello. I’m Qin Lele! My uncle is also in Shian. He has mentioned you!”

It took Zhong Chengshuo half a second to connect the dots. “Are you Qin Ge’s nephew?”

“Who’s Qin Ge? I don’t know a person like that.” Qin Lele pondered it suspiciously for a while. “My uncle’s name is Qin Xiaoxiao.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “…Yes, that’s him. He mentioned about us?”

Qin Lele waved his big hand. “Yes, he said you two are handsome. He said if he were half as handsome as you two, he would have a wife by now.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “…..”

Yin Ren: “…Pfft.”

As expected from the orthodox corpse servant of the Qin family. Their style was truly distinct.

Luo Bin covered his pained-looking face. “He’s a newcomer last year but didn’t pass the basic course… I envy you so much, Xiao Zhong. Can you understand how I feel?”

“Heh!” Qin Lele obviously didn’t, as he laughed loudly.

The old lady sleeping on the podium was awakened by this thunderous laughter. She stood up tremblingly, massaged her back with some difficulty, and slowly paced to the TV screens.

She opened a book and turned the pages while keeping her eyes closed, as if she could read it. “Basics… Basics… Where did I leave off last time…”

“The basic combat method of the science post.” Luo Bin also opened his book. “Then it should be the ‘three pinnacles of the metaphysical world’.”

“Ah, good, thank you.” The lady cleared her throat and “looked” at Lao Bin with her eyes closed. “Let’s continue today.”

Zhong Chengshuo no longer spoke. He opened his notebook and aligned the tip of his pen on the paper, ready to go.

“Shian’s science posts mainly provide rear support and are responsible for auxiliary work such as first aid and mechanical maintenance. The work of science post personnel is mainly research, so the requirements for combat ability aren’t so high.”

As the old lady slowly spoke on the podium, the tip of Zhong Chengshuo’s pen flew quickly. Neat and beautiful characters floated out from the pen.

Yin Ren turned his head when he heard the sound, seeing his partner transform into a printer with human flesh. The alarm inside his head started ringing…

The writing of modern humans wasn’t much different from that of ancient times. If he were to combine the context of before and after, it would be difficult to read, but if he were to write blindly, he would definitely be exposed.

Fortunately, no one took notes except for Zhong Chengshuo.

Qin Lele was staring at Comrade Xiao Zhong in shock, as if he had seen a brand new creature, and even Lao Bin, who was a science post himself, stared in awe at Zhong Chengshuo. He would mutter from time to time things like “as expected of an elite from A” and the like.

Seeing this, the alarm was lifted, and Yin Ren put away his pen and paper. He turned his head sideways and watched Zhong Chengshuo write. The old lady’s accent was a bit heavy, so it was a bit difficult to understand her.

Not to mention, in addition to learning how to write new words, watching this scene was pleasing to the eye.

Zhong Chengshuo seemed to notice Yin Ren’s gaze. The tip of his pen stopped for two seconds, then he adjusted his posture to make it easier for Yin Ren to see.

“…Besides Shian, the definition of the science post isn’t so strict. The other two major organizations, ‘Nightwalkers’ and ‘Sunken Society’, don’t have a division of labor based on ‘science posts’ and ‘non-science posts’ and there’s little practice of working together.”

The old lady on the stage continued.

“For example, the science post in ‘Nightwalkers’ may not necessarily be scholars, but they could be people with military training, civil science, or even ordinary people who are confident in this area.”

Zhong Chengshuo circled the words “Nightwalkers” conspicuously.

Luo Bin glanced at Zhong Chengshuo, who was frantically taking notes, then actively raised his hand to ask, “Teacher, I have a question—if there’s no metaphysical partner, how can the people in the science post deal with evil things?”

The old lady paused for a while.

“Two methods,” she replied hoarsely.

“Attack the living person who’s manipulating the evil thing or use spirit weapons to fight. The science post can’t use magic, but they can still use talismans, spirit weapons, and other ‘finished products’ that don’t require additional manipulation… Hehe, young man, you’re a science post, right? Do you want to buy my… ahem.”

Halfway through, she seemed to have thought of something and swallowed the rest of her words.

Offstage, Zhong Chengshuo’s brows quivered, and he bitterly crossed out most of the words he had just written.

“In short, among the three existing metaphysical organizations, the ‘Nightwalkers’ have the lowest threshold, are the loosest organization, and have the largest number of members… If Shian is a regular army that maintains order, the Nightwalkers are more like mercenaries who work for money. There’s no shortage of strange people on their side, some of which are people who can’t join Shian or don’t want to.”

The old lady returned to her drowsy appearance.

“Compared to ‘Nightwalkers’, you should be more careful of ‘Sunken Society’.”

Yin Ren took a deep breath and moved his gaze away from Zhong Chengshuo’s notes and looked at the old lady.

“This is a standard criminal group. Their types have been around since the Gong Dynasty. They are like cockroaches that can’t be swept away even after thousands of years. They can be regarded as Shian’s old adversary and are full of real lunatics—this group likes to find people and make unequal deals. They often engage in shady activities.”

When the old lady spoke of this, her tone became solemn.

“If you meet people from Sunken Society, no matter how generous the conditions they offer you are, don’t listen—there is no pie in the sky, especially if it’s related to the metaphysical world. Your lucky break may cost you your life.”

This statement was quite empty, full of the dogmatic sense of “don’t take candy from strangers”. It was fine to use it on children, but it was easy for adults to have their own thoughts.

Like at this moment.

Luo Bin lowered his voice and muttered to Zhong Chengshuo, “Hey, is it that serious? Aren’t we highly resistant to strange things? Can’t we just take advantage of it…”

Before he finished speaking, he heard an unabashed sneer.

On the podium, the old lady let out a mocking laugh. She turned around slowly, faced Luo Bin, and opened her eyes with difficulty.

Luo Bin trembled all over and retched on the spot.

The old lady’s eyes were like two uneven pearls, each with about five deformed pupils strewn across them. Those pupils squeezed together, swimming around like some kind of living thing.

“I wanted to take the benefits that Sunken Society would give me and then leave,” the old lady said with a smile. “If it wasn’t for this incident, I would still be a Nightwalker now.”

Luo Bin wiped the saliva around his mouth and remained silent.

However, the old lady didn’t intend to let him off—she walked off the stage and slowly slid up to Lao Bin and Zhong Chengshuo, then grabbed the edge of the table with her two chicken-foot-like hands.

“Since you can enter Shian, your indicators for the science post aren’t low. Some people may even get full marks.”

The old lady lowered her head and “looked” at the two of them up and down. Her wrinkles gathered, and the smile on her face became more benign.

“Unfortunately, there is no such thing as an ‘absolute smooth plane’ in the world; no ‘absolute unbelief’—as scientific researchers, there are at least two things you can’t get rid of. Even Li Nian, who doesn’t hit the south wall and doesn’t look back*, can’t escape this…”

*(不撞南墙不回头) Refers to stubborn behavior and won’t listen to different opinions.

“Wh—What things?” Lao Bin swallowed as he glanced at Zhong Chengshuo, who was frantically taking notes.

“The most basic empathy for the same kind,” she replied, “and the instinctive fear of the unknown.”

The old woman folded her hands.

“If your science indicators are high, you can walk sideways*. How else do you think Shian can guard an Evil Spirit so carefully… Well, no, the level of an Evil Spirit is too high. It’s because they have top of the line spirit weapons.”

*Term use describing people who are powerful and can do whatever they want.

“As long as it can make you shake for a moment—even if you may not be aware of it, like a subconscious shaking—they just need a miniscule crack.”

She staggered with her closed hands and made a twisting movement.

“Then, crack!”

The room was silent. Perhaps because the old lady’s momentum was too strong, even Qin Lele instinctively hitched his breath. Only Zhong Chengshuo kept a stern face as he wrote “Crack!” in his notebook.

Yin Ren tried hard to stretch his face, but it was hard to hold back his laughter.

Seeing Zhong Chengshuo’s reaction, the old lady didn’t mind. She cackled and then propped herself up.

“Of course, there are all kinds of things in the world, so there must also be people who don’t care about anything—that kind of person is either in prison or on their way to prison.”

After speaking, she paused meaningfully for a while before walking back with her waist bent.

Seeing the old lady return to the podium, Luo Bin breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with fear.

The old lady acted as if nothing happened and continued. “Next, I’ll focus on the history of Sunken Society.”


Ping’an Manor Villa Area, Villa No. 8.

When Ping’an Manor was first built, it focused on the high-end market. Some of the residences in the community were high-end villas that had a world-famous design team who worked on them.

There were still many people living in the villa area now, but the truly rich had moved away long ago. The remaining villas were either converted to small company offices or living spaces for those who were ruthless and didn’t believe in evil.

For example, the drug lord, “Master Liu”.

“Master Liu”, whose real name was Liu Aigao, was two years short of 60. Given his profession, he wouldn’t buy his own real estate, as the villa he was living in was under the name of a relative of his lover.

Liu Aigao liked the scenery here. The seclusion was so pleasing to him that he had resided here for over a few years.

As for the ghost legends of Ping’an Manor—he dared to raise a gun and shoot people, stepping on their splattered brains; dared play in the dark under the light*; and wasn’t even afraid of the police who were wandering around, so why would he be afraid of ghost?

*(灯下黑) Has various meanings, but in this context, it basically means committing illegal acts.

Since he dared to play in the dark under the light, he wasn’t worried about being recognized by the police. After the “business” became bigger, Liu Aigaoa hadn’t shown up for over a decade. Let alone the police, even many of his younger minions didn’t know what he looked like.

Today, Master Liu wasn’t in a good mood.

Nowadays, urban areas had improved surveillance and there were more “eyes” from the narcotics police. Compared to ten years ago, fast money was hard to earn.

Before recruiting, Master Liu would ask his subordinates to check multiple times. In addition to catching undercover agents and testing their abilities, he also expressly forbade peddling and using. As a result, there was no one to pick from, so he could only pull from a group of drug addicts who couldn’t support themselves.

There was a big deal coming at the end of the month. He had just found Ma Jiangshuai, who wasn’t afraid of death. As a result, this guy died violently the next day before he even joined.

Naturally, addicts would go crazy if they used too much, so it wasn’t surprising that they could die at any time, but this person died in such an evil way that it caught Master Liu’s attention.

“What happened? Come on, tell me.”

Liu Aigao turned on speaker mode and lit a cigarette slowly.

The person on the other side obediently replied, “I’m—not sure… I checked carefully. The note wasn’t found by the police…”

“The police? The police don’t cut up people into minced meat.” Master Liu blew out a smoke ring. “I’m asking about the mad dogs from Sunken Society. This looks like something they would do.”

“I—we only heard that it has something to do with a little girl. It was passed on by the people on Wanxing Street. The cops have been looking for her these days.”

Liu Aigao rubbed his temple, and his tone became colder.

“I don’t care about these details. Find more manpower and wait for when the day comes. Take care of all people of unknown origins approaching Ping’an Manor.”

“Then you…”

“I’m tired of living here, so I’ll change places.”

“You—You want to move?” The tone of the person on the other side of the phone became more flustered, and there was a deep fear in his voice. “Liu—Liu—Master Liu, you can’t abandon us…”

“If this deal can be completed beautifully, then you can do whatever you want in the future.” Liu Aigao pinched his cigarette. “You know better than me, whether it’s the police or Sunken Society, as long as you touch one, they will all come play together.”

“Understood! I’ll find someone—”

“Idiot.” Liu Aigao hung up the call and scolded contemptuously.

He lit another cigarette and wandered to his bedroom. He rummaged around in the bedside table for a while before pulling out an odd jewelry lanyard.

The lanyard was custom-made. It was said that even two trucks pulling it couldn’t break it. It was strung with luxury gold and jade beads, looking like an extremely valuable men’s necklace at first glance.

At the bottom of the lanyard was an empty black fabric bag. The material wasn’t beautiful, but it looked sturdy.

Liu Aigao glanced around, locked the bedroom, and carefully removed the pendant around his neck.

He untied the old hanging bag on his chest and lightly took out the contents, then stuffed them into the brand-new fabric bag. Then he closed the bag and strung the stronger lanyard around his neck.

Before stuffing it back into his clothes, the afternoon sun flashed across the small black bag.

It was tightly bound at the opening and tied into a flat fan shape. Under the sunlight, the black fabric glowed with a faint light.

At a glance, it looked to be some kind of scale.

The author has something to say:

Luo Bin: My group assignment (?) partner, someone else’s group assignment partner.jpg

Xiao Zhong, a real human printer.

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Evil As Humans Ch35

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 35: Golden Finger

At 6 in the morning, the boy woke up.

The soft sunlight shone through the windows of the wooden house, illuminating the fine dust with its beam of light. It was a sunny day outside, with carriages passing by from time to time on the road. In the distance was a towering castle, with birds gathering around the spire.

Not far from him, Ge Tingting was curled up and sleeping soundly.

She claimed to be 16 years old, but based on how slender and thin she was, she appeared to be at most 14. Because of this, Ge Tingting didn’t have the physical oppression of an adult, which made the boy like this companion very much.

Unfortunately, since he came to this world, except for Ge Tingting, he hadn’t met other “fellow citizens”.

Not long after the boy woke up, the waiter in the tavern came over. He stretched out his hand, muttering in a different world language, and looked as if he was asking for money.

The boy—Feng Qi—rummaged in the small bag for a long time, managed to count ten coins, and handed them over carefully. The waiter clicked his tongue and muttered again, looking unhappy.

The young dragon, Ibby, stopped on his shoulder. “Ignore him. We won’t come here again anyway.”

It spit out a small mouthful of fire, causing sparks to appear in its nostrils. In the sun, the white scales of the young dragon’s body shone like pearls.

“Sister, sister.” Feng Qi nudged Ge Tingting’s shoulder. “We should go.”

Ge Tingting sat up first, then opened her eyes in a panic. She looked at Feng Qi for a while, then said slowly, “Go do the task now?”

According to Ibby, Ge Tingting came a few years before him. Her accent was so strangely distorted that Feng Qi had to concentrate hard in order to understand it. He assumed she was probably influenced by the other world’s language.

“Yes,” Feng Qi replied confidently. “Finish sooner, and we can make the wish sooner. We are on a hidden route! If things go well, maybe we can finish within a week.”

Ge Tingting paused for a moment. “A week…?”

“Well, the enemy last time was an ordinary monster, so there’s no special drop. It stands to reason that there’s no need to fight.”

Feng Qi opened the operation bar out of thin air and viewed the task information.

“This time, it’s an elite monster. Ibby said it has a clue—after defeating it, we only need to defeat the ‘black market boss Pepafer’.”

Get Tingting: “The game you mentioned, is it so easy to clear?”

Feng Qi opened his inventory panel. “How is it easy? I came here with the system and an archive.”

“I have been playing <The Legend of Resurrection> for more than two years. Most of the materials required for the mission have been collected, leaving only the scale of the Dragon of Destruction. If we go the traditional route, we’ll have to keep leveling up until we face the Dragon of Destruction Oberskras… That takes a really long time.”

“But our luck is good—the black market boss Pepafer owns a scale. All you have to do is defeat him and take it away,” the young dragon, Ibby, yawned as it added in a crisp voice.

“Ibby, stop talking. She can’t see you.” Feng Qi shook his head helplessly. “In short, as long as we defeat Pepafer, we can get the prop to finally clear the game.”

Ge Tingting closed her eyes for a while before she finally opened them.

“Defeat ‘Pepafer’,” she repeated with some difficulty.

Feng Qi stood up and grabbed his small backpack. “Don’t worry, as long as we upgrade a bit, we have the ability to challenge him. In short, let’s fight that elite monster first today—as long as you and I join forces, there will definitely be no problem.”


“Nn!” Feng Qi stroked the little dragon.

Ibby felt cool and slippery to the touch, giving him a good feeling. It was as light as a feather, so even when perched on his shoulder, Feng Qi could hardly feel any weight.

“Do you know where your abilities came from?” Ge Tingting took out a piece of dry bread and divided it in half, giving Feng Qi the part with jam. “I have never heard of this kind of ‘system’ ability.”

Feng Qi glanced at her and tightened the strap on his bag. “Secret.”

A few hours later, the two returned from the outskirts of the city to the vicinity of Shangguan District.

This time, they didn’t approach no man’s land but walked towards the old town that was still barely functioning.

The terrain in the area was uneven, and various forks splintered off in all directions. The old buildings were extremely dilapidated, looking like living things that were pushing on each other with a nerve-like clothesline attached in the middle.

The anti-theft fence was rusty, and the greenery was wildly growing on it. The doors to some of the courtyards were left open, and from time to time sound of clattering from mahjong and dogs barking would resonate from inside.

This area was full of residences and cameras, but they were a mess. Feng Qi nimbly weaved through the alley, perfectly avoiding each camera—even if it was dirty and integrated with the surroundings, he could distinguish them from a glance.

“Castle Maze! This level is my favorite! You have to avoid the sight of the gargoyles here. It’s one of the basics of the game.”

Feng Qi smiled, seeming to very much enjoy the process of avoiding.

“I’m not sharp enough. My dad is better than me.”

This was the first time she heard of this. Ge Tingting was silent for a while before saying, “Where are your parents?”

“They are waiting for me at home,” Feng Qi said. “I like this world very much, and it’s better than home, but if they can’t find me for too long, mom and dad will definitely be worried…”

The young dragon on his shoulder suddenly “shushed”.

“Don’t just say everything,” Ibby prompted in a low voice. “Don’t you think Miss Ge Tingting is in a bad mood? Maybe she’ll compromise with the Knights.”

Ge Tingting wasn’t able to hear Ibby’s voice. At this moment, she bit her lip and continued hesitantly, “Why don’t you contact the police… the Knights? They are only looking for me. You’re still young. They won’t make things difficult for you, and maybe they can help you.”

Judging by his size and the way he spoke; Feng Qi was probably only in his early teens.

It was reasonable to say that boys of his age weren’t too much different from dogs, but Feng Qi seemed to have a good family upbringing. He didn’t pick up rotten food, didn’t make a fuss because of a bad environment, and paid close attention to manners when talking to others.

Such a well-behaved child suddenly changed his expression at this moment.

“Knights? I’m not going to the Knights! I’m not the kind of person who abandons my companions.” Feng Qi’s expression darkened. “Ibby said that they have been eyeing you recently. If you’re locked up now, you won’t be able to clear the game with me.”

He ran in front of Ge Tingting with a strained face that wasn’t like a child.

“Sister, you don’t understand <The Legend of Resurrection>. You’ll be stuck here forever! And you promised to help me get home—” he said angrily. “Our mission is almost complete. Why do you want to push me out at this time?”

“I just think your ability to ‘defeat’… Uh, maybe it’s better to use it less…” Ge Tingting carefully selected her words.

She was completely taken aback when she saw the child grinning and observing Wu Tao’s corpse pile back then.

Now that she was clearer on the situation, Feng Qi probably had no idea what he “did”.

Sure enough, Feng Qi suddenly laughed when he heard Ge Tingting’s words.

“Ah, so it turns out you care about my ‘defeating’ skills. This matter was originally a secret, but for the sake of our team, I should be more magnanimous as the captain—”

Feng Qi raised his head proudly, and a dimple appeared on his face.

“It’s okay. I can’t hurt you.” His tone was relaxed. “Only bad NPCs with ‘sin value’ can be attacked. The system’s judgment will never be wrong.”

“How do you know there can be no mistakes?”

“Because I am the protagonist, and this is my world.” Feng Qi’s words were full of confidence. “Shh, keep your voice down. A monster is coming!”

Ge Tingting accompanied him to squat behind a trash can, waiting for the so-called “monster”.

Compared to other residential areas, there weren’t many people around their location. There weren’t many residents nearby and the surveillance in this area was damaged, so people seemingly deliberately avoided this place.

In the afternoon, the sunny day turned cloudy, gradually sinking the old neighborhood into the shadows.

With a creak, a huge claw covered in mucus opened an iron door.

Ge Tingting was stunned on the spot. She had to rub her eyes hard.

…That was a genuine “monster” that didn’t exist in reality.

The monster was wearing a tattered black cloth robe, with two half-eaten human hands pinned around its waist. It held a bloody, sharp knife in its claw.

Looking closely, that thing was almost as tall as an average person. Its waist was bent, it was bald, and its body was like a fat sweet potato.

On a face that was similar to a human’s, a pair of protruding eyes slanted in two directions. Its teeth were crooked, and its stinky saliva dripped down from its fangs.

Ge Tingting narrowed her eyes, and for a moment, a faint double image appeared on the monster’s body, but when she looked again, the image disappeared.

The mark on her clavicle became slightly hot, causing her to subconsciously press her hand to her chest. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt it would break her ribs.

Monster? People?

Attack? Don’t attack?

Could it be that she was actually crazy—she had really “transmigrated” into a so-called game, and the modern society that was in front of her was just her desperate delusions? Ge Tingting’s scalp was going numb. Her legs went soft, and she almost couldn’t stand still.

Her hearing and language skills had been abnormal for ten years, and her vision was also problematic, so what she was witnessing now didn’t seem unbelievable…

Just as she was entangled, the monster turned its head and roared in the area.

Immediately, a child’s shrill cry came from a stone house, along with an old man’s panicked whispering. Just as in the past ten years, Ge Tingting still didn’t understand what they were saying.

After roaring, the monster contentedly picked up a hand and sniffed it happily. Its eyes were bloodshot, and its mouth was spouting ragged breath, clearly excited.

“That’s the elite ghoul, Jiang Ke.” Feng Qi rushed out. “I’ll attack the monster. Cover me!”


Seeing Feng Qi appear, the monster was slightly startled at first, then laughed. It roared senselessly and lunged towards Feng Qi.

“Watch out!” Ge Tingting raised her hand.

Countless rat bones drilled out from the nooks and crannies and rushed towards the monster, entangling its feet. The monster roared in dissatisfaction and kicked Feng Qi, who was closest to it.

“Three.” Feng Qi gritted his teeth.

There were some movements in the stone house. The ghoul’s bloodshot eyes rolled as it tried to stab Feng Qi again. Under the interference of the rat corpses, Feng Qi barely dodged; his shirt was cut, leaving behind a bloody gash.

“Two,” Feng Qi continued to count.

Seeing that it missed, the ghoul roared again and grabbed Feng Qi by the back of his collar—


“Hostile relations are officially established.” Ibby flew around the ghoul for a while until a suspended HP bar appeared on the ghoul’s head. “The battle is starting! The battle is starting!”

The ghoul paused its movements as it looked dully at its hands. It then scratched frantically at its back using its other hand, which wasn’t holding the knife. After muttering vaguely, those bloodshot eyes turned to Fang Qi again.

“Go!” Feng Qi hurriedly covered his wound and dexterously drilled into the depths of the alley. “The terrain here isn’t good. Quickly lead it to the ‘mass grave’ in front!”

The rat bones moved in response to the sound and assembled into a giant rat with some deformation. Ge Tingting stepped on its back and hugged Feng Qi’s waist. The ghoul roared frantically while stumbling after the two of them.

“Go forward, turn left, avoid the gargoyles… Yes, it’s just a little further. We’re almost there!”

The “mass grave”, as he called it, was the “junkyard” in her eyes.

There was no one around. The stench of decay rushed into her nose all at once. The ghoul was waving its knife from side to side with eyes fixed on the two children.

Ge Tingting gritted her teeth. More insect corpses poured out of the junkyard and covered the bones of the mice, barely transforming it into a skewed half-human form.

The huge humanoid held her in its arms with one hand while the other hand blocked the tip of the knife. Ge Tingting wiped her surging nosebleed, and the soreness all over her body became stronger.

“You, hurry up!” She shouted hoarsely with a mouthful of blood. “I won’t last long!”

Feng Qi took out a plastic sword from his backpack and rushed towards the ghoul. It deftly avoided the attack. As the plastic sword drew across the ghoul’s body from time to time, even without inflicting any horrific wounds, blood was still dripping from it.

The duel between plastic and metal was quite ridiculous.

Feng Qi was cautious. He took advantage of his size to circle around the ghoul and attack, then retreat. After an attack with his plastic sword, Ge Tingting would follow up with her insect corpses, disturbing the ghoul’s movements. While the ghoul dealt with the insect corpse, Feng Qi rushed up and stab with his sword.

This pattern continued, and while it was clumsy, it did work.

Amidst the swirling corpses, the ghoul finally lost enough blood. It was panting heavily on the ground. At this moment, it seemed to realize something and kowtowed to Feng Qi again and again, as if begging for mercy.

Feng Qi struggled to stand up and staggered over.

“Begging for mercy?”

The ghoul slammed its forehead against the ground, wailing silently.

“It’s useless to beg for mercy.” The ghoul’s tearful face was reflected in the boy’s eyes. “I can see your sin value—nine people have died because of you.”

Feng Qi coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was weak and tired, but his voice was still high. Ge Tingting could hear it clearly.

“You are even worse than the previous one. That rogue indirectly killed four people.”

Indeed, in that dark alley in the beginning, Feng Qi had also rushed out with a plastic sword like this, firmly protecting her in front of him.

The same treacherous and bizarre ability, the same solitary wandering. Despite the fact that Feng Qi spoke complete nonsense, Ge Tingting couldn’t let the child go.

As for the reason why, she herself couldn’t figure it out.

Perhaps it was because he saved her back then, or perhaps it was because she hadn’t communicated with the living for so long.

Seeing Feng Qi’s excited look, Ge Tingting finally turned her head and said nothing.

Feng Qi smiled weakly at her as he raised the plastic sword.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding—”

The music representing victory sounded in both their ears.

Glowing lattice-like cracks appeared on the ghoul’s body. In the next moment, it spread out from head to toe, turning into small squares that were exactly the same size. The small square rolled into a neat corpse pile, just like Wu Tao, and the props on its body exploded around the corpse pile with a “ding” sound.

In addition to clothing, it also exploded a self-locking sword, a string of brass keys, and a pile of crumpled cash. Along with that, there were also several bags of white powder—one of which was open and half empty.

Finally, there was a note with a time and address.

The young dragon Ibby stopped next to the note, which was neatly folded and emitted a distinctive golden glow.

Feng Qi picked up the cash and note and didn’t look at anything else. He took a moment to catch his breath and handed the note to Ge Tingting. “This is the clue to the ‘black market boss Pepafer’. Sister, help me decipher it.”

Ge Tingting lifted her baggy shirt and wiped her face full of blood from her nosebleed. She lightly picked up the note, and a drop of blood dripped onto the paper.

[23:00 on the 23rd, Xizhao District, Jiu’an Road, Ping’an Manor.]

Ge Tingting marked the location on Feng Qi’s map. In her blurred vision, the surrounding garbage gradually became distorted.

For a moment, they looked like a cluster of tombstones of a mass grave.

“The 23rd! Wow!”

Feng Qi didn’t care about the bloodstains and filth all over his face. He held the map next to the minced meat pile as if he had obtained a treasure.

“Today is the 20th. We still have 3 days to prepare—”

The boy had a big smile on his face, and his eyes were full of yearning light.



Ping’an Manor, Room 601, Building 4.

After the outbreak from the day before yesterday, Miss Hu Tao kept to herself in the home next to Zhong Chengshuo’s residence. Yesterday, she came back like a ghost again, with heavy evil qi around her.

As for what she saw that day, she didn’t say, and Yin Ren didn’t plan to ask. If evil things considered privacy, then the love and hate that supported their existence could be regarded as their most private information.

He decided to talk to Hu Tao about another topic.

Hu Tao: “Prepare? For what?”

“Starting today, I’ll teach you some spells that ghosts can use.”

“Ah… I’m good.” Hu Tao leaned against the corner absentmindedly. “I don’t want to be the number one ghost in Haigu. They say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors*. If you need it, I’ll definitely help, but—”

*(远亲不如近邻) Idiom referring to in an emergency, distant relatives aren’t as timely as neighbors nearby. It also refers to the fact that there is more contact between neighbors than between distant relatives, which makes the relationship between neighbors stronger.

Yin Ren didn’t smile. “The ability I can exert depends on how strong you are.”

“Ah? Does a ghost master rely on ghosts that much?” Seeing Yin Ren wasn’t joking, Hu Tao became more serious.

“…Sort of.”

“Well, you’re so powerful. You can easily find ambitious ghosts.” Hu Tao patted her stomach. “Didn’t you have some ideas a few days ago? You have the group Coffin Nails, no? Why don’t you pull a few more?”

“It’s better to hold your horses. I’m not in a rush.” Yin Ren raised his arms. “Don’t worry. Ghost art isn’t as difficult as you think. You can do many things after learning it—at least you won’t be confined here.”

“Let me think about it.”

“I can teach you flying skills first. You can only float a little bit off the ground now, right? Do you want to fly higher?”

“Can I do that kind of thing?!” Hu Tao became interested. “Okay, I’ll try it first. Hey, Yin Ren, I—”

“You’re back.”

A smile suddenly burst onto Yin Ren’s face. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned to greet Zhong Chengshuo, who had just opened the door, returning from his night run.

“Did uncle and auntie cook supper today?”

“Chicken stew with shiitake mushrooms.” Zhong Chengshuo put the food on the table. “I’m going to take a shower, then we’ll continue playing <The Legend of Resurrection>. Yesterday, I asked an acquaintance in the industry and found a few quick speedrun strategies.”

“Oh, those always feel kind of bland… Forget it, what did uncle and auntie say about your blind date yesterday?”

“The man complained to the introducer, saying that my private life is too chaotic, and he wasn’t interested.” Zhong Chengshuo wiped his face with a towel, which muffled his voice. “The introducer told my parents—they knew about it but didn’t say much.”

In fact, when she heard this, Cheng Xuehua laughed out loud while she was packing up the chicken stew. “You’re terrible at lying. If you really have the ability to make trouble, your father and I would be happy while beating you.”

Zhong Youde also poked his head in the kitchen. “Huh? Our son isn’t in love? What did Lao Liu say?”

“The young man said that Xiao Zhong was being promiscuous with other men.”

Zhong Youde was immediately overjoyed. “Hahahaha, that’s bullshit! Being promiscuous? Has our son even held a living person’s hand?”

“The kid is still here. Pay attention to what you’re saying.”

Zhong Chengshuo quickly grabbed the chicken stew and fled the scene as if he had sprouted wings.

After thinking about what happened just now, Zhong Chengshuo looked at the packed food with a bit of melancholy.

Yin Ren came to a probable conclusion. He played with the controller in his hand and didn’t continue to ask. “Anyway, this is just a suggestion, but if you need my help blocking a blind date, just let me know.”

“Okay.” Zhong Chengshuo heated up the chicken stew and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The two played this game yesterday and had already made some progress. On the screen, Yin Ren was manipulating a character that was running around the avatar “Zhong Chengshuo”.

<The Legend of Resurrection> had a high degree of freedom in designing the avatar. The avatar “Yin Ren” on screen also had black hair and red eyes. Yin Ren’s character had long hair, a flowing black robe full of runes, and in the profession column, it said “vampire prince”.

Zhong Chengshuo’s character was stopped at the save point. His character had black hair and eyes and wore a pair of silver round-rimmed glasses. In contrast with Yin Ren, Zhong Chengshuo was wearing a uniform-style white coat, and his profession was “vampire hunter”.

Because there was no friendly fire, Yin Ren ran around Zhong Chengshuo, casting various spells at the tiny Zhong Chengshuo.

“Yin Ren, did you deliberately ignore me just now? I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

When the sound of water coming from the bathroom sounded, Hu Tao spoke again.

She expressionlessly stopped next to a green plant and casually played with the tips of its leaves. The leaf tip of the green plant seemed to become frozen as it shriveled and curled up.

“You seem to know a lot about ghosts—I always suspect that you don’t really have amnesia. Who are you?”

“Who am I… This question is quite difficult to answer,” Yin Ren muttered casually. He stopped teasing Zhong Chengshuo’s avatar.

He stared at the little avatar of himself on the screen and thought seriously for a few seconds.

“Certainly not a good person,” he said softly.

The author has something to say:

The two elders of the Zhong family; your son has forever lost the opportunity to hold hands with the living.

Kinky Thoughts:

Golden finger refers to cheats you can use. In the context of a novel (usually a transmigration novel), they are basically built-in cheats that help the character. In games, it refers to cheating software. Both meanings are applicable in this context.

Happy Lunar New Year.

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Evil As Humans Ch34

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 34: Crossing


Yin Ren looked at Lu Xiaohe in shock—after not seeing her for a weekend, she had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and looked a bit like Minister Fu.

And for some reason, Professor Li Nian was also sitting in their office.

Professor Li had his arms crossed across his chest and was expressionless. He turned the thermos cup in his hand and lowered his gaze to the ground, not even bothering to look at them.

Were the big leaders of Shian so idle? After Fu Xingchuan tortured them physically yesterday, was his partner about to torture them mentally? Compared with Fu Xingchuan, who wasn’t a science post, Yin Ren didn’t know which person was more difficult to deal with.

“You guys are here.” Lu Xiaohe had two cans of energy drink in her hand. “Friends, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

Yin Ren: “Bad news.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Good news.”

The two looked at each other.

Yin Ren: “…Okay, let’s go with the good news first.”

Lu Xiaohe shook the remote control weakly. The original screens full of data were cut into a bunch of game screens.

The game screen was rough, and there was no modeling, like a pseudo-3D effect made with pixels. The game art was barely passable, belonging to the classic style of painting without experience or merit.

<The Legend of Resurrection> had a bit of cuteness despite the solemn title, unlike some bad games.

“The good news is that I know what happened to Wu Tao and Wu Pengpeng.”

Lu Xiaohe wiped her face and nodded to Li Nian.

“Look at this picture.”

She showed a screenshot of two cute female characters doing tasks. They seemed to be confronted by a certain heinous NPC, and in the dialogue box was the phrase: “Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back?”

Lu Xiaohe zoomed in on the NPC’s smooth face—because it was a pixel-like 3D effect, there were no bumps on the NPC’s face; only drawn facial features.

“This is an NPC unrelated to the plot, and it’s a set of henchmen from the gangster boss.” Lu Xiaohe tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I checked the code. He only has this one line in the entire game. Does this sound familiar?”

“As for the marks on Wu Pengpeng’s body… <The Legend of Resurrection>, like other games, has a hatred system. The mark on his back is the symbol of a ‘combatable enemy’.”

Lu Xiaohe brought up the photos they took. The mark was exactly the same as the mark in the game.

In other words, If Wu Pengpeng hadn’t run fast enough that day, they would have found more than just one corpse pile.

Zhong Chengshuo sat upright. “Then Wu Tao?”

“Seeing this, my mother and I studied passionately yesterday. The way to die in this game is quite lazy.” Lu Xiaohe changed the picture to a video.

On the screen, two female characters were hacking, stabbing, fighting, and killing monsters in various ways. Defeated or destroyed items turned into regular little piles of pixels with drops scattered around them.

Item markers were marked on top of the pixel pile to indicate the nature of the pile.

Debris would be marked with a “stone” marker, while materials would be marked with a “leaf” marker. As for the defeated people and monsters… A white skull was used as their marker.

Extremely neat piles of particles, neatly surrounded by debris, and a skull on top of the minced meat.

The corpse pile in the early hours of that morning was only a pool of blood.

Zhong Chengshuo’s expression froze for a second. “Could it be that Wu Tao’s death scene—”

“Yes, that death scene wasn’t some cult ritual. I guess Wu Tao was just, uh, defeated.” Speaking of this bizarre guess, Lu Xiaohe’s own tone also became hesitant.

“In the game world, the defeated NPCs will appear again after resetting… but there’s no reset in the real world.”

Yin Ren nodded.

People could not come back from the dead. Even in the metaphysical world, this was still an unbreakable iron rule.

At most, the dead would become mindless corpses or, more rarely, ghosts. After that, the corpse would decay and break or the ghosts would weaken and disappear, and then there would be no “after”.

For thousands of years, people studied immortality and resurrection, but it was like chasing the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror*.

*Metaphor referring to something that can be seen but not touched. 

“In other words, someone is using the same methods as this game to influence others and even kill people.”

Zhong Chengshuo rubbed his lower lip. “I have heard of <The Legend of Resurrection>. Very few people have played it.”

“Yes, this game had a mediocre reputation, and its sales weren’t exactly skyrocketing. I know what you want to ask. The game itself is fine—its production team has been disbanded long ago, and the producer at the time switched to selling barbecue. This was even in the news.”

Lu Xiaohe drank the remaining half of the energy drink, and her eyes became a little straighter.

“When I came to work today, I had a comprehensive physical examination as soon as possible. The results were completely normal. All these materials were obtained from my game, so… the information… should be solid.”

The amount of information on the screen was huge. There were many rules that needed to be verified, one by one. It seemed that Lu Xiaohe spent the night organizing the report.

Yin Ren: “…What’s the bad news?”

Lu Xiaohe was yawning halfway when she froze on the spot. She closed her mouth, stopped talking, and looked at Professor Li, who had remained silent the entire time.

Professor Li cleared his throat. “Human cognitive abnormalities shouldn’t interfere with reality.”

Yin Ren: “?” This was too abstract, so he couldn’t understand it.

He slowly titled to Zhong Chengshuo, who understood and whispered, “Just like Gao Mengyu before, people with cognitive anomalies only have problems with their own perceptions, and it doesn’t affect the real world.”

“Cognitive abnormalities are very common. Most of them have nothing to do with ‘evil things’. Many patients in Haigu Mental Hospital have this symptom.”

Professor Li waited for the two of them to finish whispering before calmly continuing. “Even considering anomalies, there has been no precedent for ‘fantasy interfering with reality’ before. Humans shouldn’t have this level of power. This time, the confrontation will be tricky.”

“I see,” Yin Ren enthusiastically responded. “Do you want to transfer this to a more advanced investigation team?”

Professor Li glared at him coldly. “These are only inferences, and there is no clear evidence. The C-level investigation team needs to continue their follow ups. We’ll transfer a B-level personnel to assist.”

Yin Ren’s smile gradually disappeared. “I see.”

Since everything had to continue normally, what the hell was he doing here?! Trying to form a male and female host pair with Lu Xiaohe?

As if hearing his thoughts, Professor Li said, “Fu Xingchuan isn’t free, so he can’t come here in person. I’m here to help him confirm something—Yin Ren, you made contact with a ghost master outside of Shian last night. Why didn’t you report this?”

Professor Li pulled up his sleeve, revealing an electronic dial flashing with dense data. They were all conspicuously blood red, like some kind of modified detector.

Zhong Chengshuo looked inquisitively at Yin Ren. “You really ate luosifen mixed with 82-year-old evil spirits?”

Yin Ren: “…I did encounter a ghost. It was trying to force me to change jobs, and I finally escaped.”

Professor Li: “How did you escape?”

“Two days ago, I made contact with a ghost near my residence, and she helped me.”

Zhong Chengshuo was surprised. “Is there really a ghost in Ping’an Manor?”

Yes. Two days ago, Miss Hu Tao was passionately singing karaoke in our living room. Yin Ren gave a dry laugh and continued to answer Li Nian’s question. “In short, the ghost I found ate all those other ghosts. Isn’t this considered a done deal?”

“Don’t judge whether the matter is over without authorization. All abnormalities must be reported immediately.”

Professor Li raised his eyes, as if to judge the authenticity of Yin Ren’s words. After a while, he stood up and threw a copy of <Modern Unofficial Metaphysical Organization Yearbook> at the both of them.

“There will be unified training later.” He walked to the door and paused. “…Now it seems that some people are quite interested in you.”

Yin Ren: “Oh God, how terrible.”

Yin Ren dared to bet his lunch that Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian were hanging around them every day, probably not because they cared about their subordinates, but it seemed he wouldn’t be clear of the label of “suspected to be in contact with an Evil Spirit” in just a few weeks.

However, there was also good news today—in order to make them more familiar with <The Legend of Resurrection>, Li Nian ordered the two of them to play it well, and overtime would be calculated according to the length of the game.

For the first time in his life, Yin Ren felt that the word “overtime” wasn’t so bad.

As soon as it was time to get off work, Yin Ren took the initiative to carry the game console. He didn’t even plan to eat dinner in the cafeteria, wanting to rush home as soon as possible to start playing. Who would have thought the person who refused to cooperate with overtime work this time was Zhong Chengshuo.

“Is it okay if we start after 8?” Zhong Chengshuo asked apologetically.

“Why?” The excitement in Yin Ren’s steps dissipated instantly.

Zhong Chengshuo’s mood didn’t seem high either. “Blind date. I can’t push it off.”

Based on Yin Ren’s experience of watching dramas with Hu Tao, he could guess what a “blind date” was.

In the head of Lord Ghost King, a blind date was equal to the words of a matchmaker that was ordered by his parents, which meant he needed to get married soon, as marriage was a major event in life.

Yin Ren’s words gradually became calm. “These are things in life that can’t be helped. I wish you hundreds of years of harmony, early birth…”

Zhong Chengshuo: “I’m meeting with a man.”

Yin Ren: “?!”

“I don’t want to get married, but my parents arrange it too often. Last time I was a little too anxious, so I told them I like men.” Zhong Chengshuo had a vague look of despair on his face. “I didn’t expect them…”

Yin Ren was speechless. No wonder, last time he was at Zhong Chengshuo’s parents’ place, the two elders had such a strange attitude towards him.

Yin Ren rubbed his forehead. “So this is to say, you don’t want to go at all?”


“That’s easy then. When the time comes, send me a message on WeChat, and I’ll call you to tell you that work has come up and you need to go.”

Yin Ren’s understanding wasn’t particularly in place, but he had seen this routine many times and was familiar with it. If it weren’t for how limited the conditions were, he would prefer the plan of “finding a child to rush in and hug Zhong Chengshuo and call him dad”.

Zhong Chengshuo exhaled with a solemn expression. “It’s okay. If it’s just a meal, I’ll probably get home by seven.”

“Where are you eating?” Yin Ren casually asked.

“Luofang House in Xizhao District.”

Yin Ren quickly searched for it and saw that the average bill was around four thousand and had a super high rating, causing his hand to tremble slightly.

HuaDiao drunken crab, roasted deer tendon in abalone sauce… It looked delicious.

“Why don’t I go with you? In case Shian suddenly has something for us. Don’t worry. I’ll sit at a different table.” Yin Ren sincerely suggested, as his eyes remained glued to all the pictures of the food. “So if the other party is difficult, I can still rush up and indicate that the situation is urgent.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “……” If he hadn’t heard the faint sound of swallowing, he would almost believe it.

In the evening, Luofang House.

This place was more private. The restaurant wasn’t too big, and its decoration was antique, showing how extravagant it was at a glance. The restaurant owner seemed to be associated with Shian, as Shian employees didn’t need to make reservations, which was quite convenient.

Yin Ren tied up his hair and went to the corner of the restaurant. At this angle, he could vaguely see the table where Zhong Chengshuo was sitting.

Zhong Chengshuo’s blind date looked to be about 30. He was decent to average-looking and was dressed in a suit that looked quite expensive. His leather shoes were shiny, without a single speck of dust. Roughly speaking, this seemed like a successful person.

Yin Ren suddenly felt some familiarity. Wasn’t this the standard look of CEOs in television and films?

In comparison, Zhong Chengshuo wore a shirt and sneakers that weren’t quite formal. Fortunately, Comrade Xiao Zhong had a tender face, and compared with Mr. President, he looked more like a college student who had just graduated.

Zhong Chengshuo abandoned <The Art of Communication> and got straight to the point. “I’m sorry, sir. I have no plans to fall in love for the time being. This time I really couldn’t push it off, and I took up your time… To make up for it, let me treat you to this meal.”

The “President” smiled, seemingly not offended by his words. “You didn’t even mention being friends? Why not try that at first?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “We’re not in the same circle, so we probably don’t have much in common.”

“How do you know if we don’t talk? Although my parents have arranged this, I do indeed have some interest in you.”

The “President” rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a watch on his wrist that was expensive looking.

“Ph.D. in Finance from B University. Graduated in x8.”

“Master Degree in Biology from A University. Graduated in x9,” Zhong Chengshuo replied as he eyed the menu.

“A University. I wanted to go there, but unfortunately I was a point or two short.”

The man didn’t seem to be impressed. His eyes stayed on Zhong Chengshuo’s facial features for a moment, then fell to his long cuffs.

“…Speaking of the Department of Biology at A University, did something happen to you when you were an undergraduate? There was a lot of buzz online when they opened the dorms.”

“There was.”

“It was said that there was prostitution going on. Everyone involved was arrested except for one person, and the entire dorm was completely destroyed. It’s rumored that the person who didn’t get arrested was the one who reported them. Ah, I don’t know what that person was thinking. I certainly wouldn’t do it. I’m jealous… What happened to that reporting dog later? Have you heard anything about him?”

“I heard that the whistleblower is me,” Zhong Chengshuo replied calmly. “Is there anything wrong?”

Mr. President: “……”

The man took a few sips of tea and laughed awkwardly. “So it’s you. You know, it’s not easy for people to get into A University. If it’s a big deal, it can cut off people’s futures. Even if you have the hobby of saving the world, you should pick a time when your classmates aren’t there…”

“Those women were victimized and deprived of their personal freedom. The youngest was still a minor. My roommates knew about it, but they used it as a bragging point.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s tone remained calm.

“I persuaded them to explain the situation to the police and turn themselves in as soon as possible, but they didn’t listen.”

“This… Hey, everyone must have thought you were joking and didn’t take you seriously. Young people are hot-blooded, and it’s not uncommon to play outside.”

When he was at B university, he heard that the “whistleblower dog” was severely outcast at A university. However, despite talking for so long, Zhong Chengshuo’s face remained calm and collected. Obviously, what he said didn’t have any effect, so he decided to change his angle.

“What did your parents say about this?”

“They said I ‘did a good job’ and took me out to a big dinner.”

“My judgment is correct.” Zhong Chengshuo raised his eyes. “It seems that we really don’t have anything in common.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Your suit is expensive, but the subtleties are badly worn. Your economic conditions are not as well-off as you appear. You first show up throwing your education, and after you couldn’t press me down, you decided to talk directly about the scandal at A University to try and preach to me. You don’t really want to communicate with me as ‘a person’… Rather, you’re more eager to prove your excellence.”

Zhong Chengshuo crossed his fingers and placed them on the edge of the table.

“There are hickeys on the lower part of your neck, and the traces are fresh, proving that you have had intimate contact or sex within the last few days, but you still came to meet me, claiming to be ‘interested in me’. This means there are only two possibilities: either your view of love is very open or you only plan to ‘play’ with me.”

“Are you sick?!”

The man’s face quickly flushed, and he tried to lower his voice.

“How brazen. A lowly worker like you trying to—”

“By the way, your watch is fake. You should find the seller and defend your rights,” Zhong Chengshuo continued as if he didn’t hear the other party. “Please order the food. I’m in a hurry.”

The man’s forehead snapped as blue veins started popping.

“In a hurry? Ah, what’s the big deal? I’ll be honest with you. An idiot like you only deserves to live with your right hand for generations—”

“Here you are.”

A hand pressed on the table.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time, seeing Yin Ren’s warm smile that was like a spring breeze blowing flower petals about.

The man’s eyes glossed over for a moment. “You are…?”

“I heard about your blind date, so I rushed over to find you.” Yin Ren grabbed Zhong Chengshuo’s hand. His voice was pillowy soft. “It was hard trying to find you.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s hair exploded all at once. “??????”

“I thought for a long time and finally figured it out.” Lord Ghost King tried to recall the emotional drama that he had just recently watched and made an effort to squeeze out tears, but unfortunately, he didn’t succeed. “Chengshuo, I don’t want you to be taken away by someone else. I like you. Come with me.”

Zhong Chengshuo was completely numb. He seemed to want to call for help for a moment.

“I…” He spat out this word with difficulty, trying to jerk his hand away but not actually pulling it.

“I’m going. I’m going! What the hell.” His blind date was embarrassed. He cursed as he quickly got up. “What fucking bad luck… Me, the third wheel. You two take it easy.”

After the man clicked his tongue several times, his figure quickly disappeared out of the restaurant. Before he left, he was still muttering something like “just wait and see”.

Zhong Chengshuo: “……”

Yin Ren: “……”

Zhong Chengshuo: “The said ‘work emergency’….”

Yin Ren quickly let go. “Hey, that bastard’s an eyesore. Besides, if you two really fight, it’ll cause trouble in the store—why are you in a daze? Let’s order food. It’s not easy to come here.”


“Also, I think you’re doing a great job. Don’t listen to that kind of nonsense from that asshole.”

Yin Ren hummed as he looked at the menu—this restaurant’s menu was on a scroll, which had an old-fashioned feel to it.


“If it’s hard to tell your parents, then just say you’re dating me. I don’t mind.”

“Not good.” Zhong Chengshuo thought about it for a moment and seemed to be a little shaken.

Yin Ren didn’t take it seriously. “What’s wrong? You don’t plan to talk about it anyway. Old people are worried about your lack of love. They’re afraid you’ll end up with no one to take care of you—we might have to be partners for eight or ten years. It’ll save us from all this trouble, and we can have more fun.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s home was so comfortable that Lord Ghost King didn’t want to move out at all.

“Oh, if you do fall in love one day, just let me know.” Considering that other people’s life events couldn’t be delayed, Yin Ren reluctantly added.

Zhong Chengshuo looked at him with complicated eyes for a while. “…Okay.”

Ten minutes later, the table returned to silence.

Yin Ren was happily chewing on his food slowly while letting out a soft, comfortable sigh from time to time. Zhong Chengshuo felt a bit restless and would just stare at his chopsticks.

“What, are you afraid your parents will find out? As long as we don’t spend the night at their place—”

“It’s not about this. I’m thinking about <The Legend of Resurrection>. Judging from Ge Tingting’s experience, she shouldn’t have access to this game. The person who uses cognition to influence reality is the ‘corpse splitter’.”

Zhong Chengshuo frowned.

“Yin Ren, what would you do if one day you suddenly had the ability to decide the life and death of others far beyond ordinary people?”

Good question,’ Yin Ren thought.

He casually took a piece of deer tendon. “Hide it and do nothing. It’s good to live like this.”

“Well, you are more of the ‘pacifist’ type. People like that just now will probably use this ability to show off or make profits… If it’s me, I would probably contact relevant people and report the situation.” Zhong Chengshuo pushed up his glasses. “Suddenly encountering such a situation, the behavior pattern of adults will be clearer.”

“You mean…”

“With such an ability, the purpose of the corpse splitter is very vague. Moreover, the main focus of <The Legend of Resurrection> is cooperative exploration, which isn’t the kind of game for adults.”

Zhong Chengshuo put down his chopsticks. It was rare that there was nervousness in his tone.

“It’s normal that Uncle Sun’s side hasn’t found a clue for so long… I have a bad guess.”

“Let me guess.”

Yin Ren swallowed the food in his mouth and similarly frowned.

“Are you trying to say the ‘corpse splitter’ may be a child?”


A boy sat by the window and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

He rested his arms on the windowsill of the wooden house. Outside, there were rolling mountains and strange and bright plants that were illuminated by the sunset. The river flowed leisurely, the lights of the lampposts swayed, and cute plush balls were bouncing among the grass.

Around him, the country tavern was bustling with square flowers on the table. The guests who came and went had different hair colors, dressed close to the Western Middle Ages, and spoke obscure languages. Some held small magic weapons in their hands that would flash with brilliance of magic from time to time.

There was a black-haired girl sitting beside him.

They came from the same “hometown”, and since he “put her in the team”, he had been able to understand what she said. Although the girl couldn’t directly talk to people in the other world either, she knew how to use their words well.

She said her name was Ge Tingting, and she was a powerful necromancer.

With this fellow countryman, his adventure would definitely go more smoothly, but at the moment, the boy encountered a little problem…

“We have no money,” he whispered.

Ge Tingting: “It’s okay. I can go to the restaurant and do odd jobs.”

“But those bad guys are looking for you…”

Ibby told him that the Knights of the garrison were searching for Ge Tingting, the “evil necromancer”.

“I can just say I lost my ID,” Ge Tingting whispered. “There’s not much to eat, so there’s nothing we can do. The problem is on your side. Are you sure the information is correct?”

“Yes. Ibby is never wrong. He’s the official game guide.”

The boy stroked the young dragon on his shoulder. The young dragon let out a soft cry and rubbed against the boy’s face. It had big eyes and a round body, looking adorable.

“Ibby said today that the next clue is still in Shanguang District. After completing the next task, I can upgrade to another level.”

“…I see.”

“It’s really great to meet you sister after crossing over. Don’t worry. We can definitely return to the original world.”

Under the hazy sunset, the boy’s eyes were wide open, reflecting the red haze outside the window.

“This is definitely the world of <The Legend of Resurrection>. I’m very familiar with this game, so I’ll be able to take you through it. When we pass the level, we can also make a wish to the court magician. When the time comes, sister, if you make a wish for us to go back, I will…”

He didn’t continue, but once again looked out the window.

“This world is so beautiful.”

The boy looked at the dreamlike scene and sighed repeatedly.

“Sister, don’t worry too much. You like to watch anime and read novels, right? There are many works on this theme. We’re the protagonists of this world, so absolutely nothing will happen.”

Ge Tingting nodded in silence.

“Amazing adventurers, it’s the end of the day again.” The young dragon on the boy’s shoulder opened its mouth. Its voice was clear and cute. “Rest well and have sweet dreams.”

The boy smiled at the little dragon, retracted his body, and spread out his clothes.

When the young dragon gathered by his side, the boy hugged it tightly and curled up again. “Ibby, good night. Sister, I’m going to sleep first.”

Ge Tingting sat crossed-legged with a worried expression. When the boy quickly fell asleep, Ge Tingting stood up and looked out the windows as well.

In her eyes, this was a dark internet café on the outskirts of town.

The old-fashioned computer illuminated a small area. The walls of the room were peeling, full of water marks, and there were many outdated posters from the last century.

There were only piles of garbage and grass outside the window, plus a smelly sewage river. The illuminated streetlights were broken in all directions, and shadows of mice would pass by from time to time.

The snoring around them fluctuated with a steady stream of yelling and cursing. The smell of smoke and feet mixed together, creating a nauseating stench.

Ge Tingting took a bite of her rice ball and looked at the boy silently.

The boy said that this was a “different world” and that they were on a magical adventure. The boy said that he has to hold “Ibby” to sleep every day, and today was no exception. However, at this moment, there was nothing between his virtual arms.

……She wasn’t sure now whether the boy was crazy or she herself was.

The author has something to say:

A terrible possibility of transmigration (×


Xiao Yin, after you get married, you don’t have to move out!

Kinky Thoughts:

Whether you like men or not, you will be bent Zhong Chengshuo, and soon your right hand will get a break.

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Evil As Humans Ch33

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 33: The Legend of Resurrection

A beautiful Sunday came, but Yin Ren didn’t manage to play the game.

He had specially planned that if Lu Xiaohe or Sun Qinghui contacted him, he would pretend to have twisted his ankle or be absent. However, the person who contacted them was Fu Xingchuan—his top boss, the strongest combat power in Haigu, and the Minister of the Emergency Management Department.

Today, Haigu was sunny and cloudless. There weren’t many people in Shian Park like usual.

At this moment, Yin Ren was standing with Zhong Chengshuo on Shian’s training ground. Lord Ghost King seemed to be stretched so thin that one poke from a finger would make him collapse.

He knew that Shian would pay overtime, but he would rather stay at home.

Yin Ren looked at Zhong Chengshuo recently. If this person hadn’t reported Ge Tingting’s situation on Saturday, the two of them would be happily playing games right now instead of being dragged to the training ground.

The training ground was a vast dirt field, surrounded by exceptionally thick cement walls.

In front of them, Fu Xingchuan was dressed the same as always, but this time, he was empty-handed and didn’t have his long knife.

“I’ve learned about the general situation, and I’m pretty sure that the girl is a rogue corpse servant.” Minister Fu rolled up his sleeves. “Corpse servants are difficult opponents. They are good at physical attacks, so you need to get familiar with them in advance—especially Zhong Chengshuo.”

Zhong Chengshuo humbly sought advice. “But she hasn’t received formal training.”

“Anyone can become a corpse servant as long as they have the talent coupled with hard training. Even if rogue corpse servants have no one to guide them, their talent can’t be underestimated.”

Yin Ren: “Then we should find Qin Ge to spar with…”

Fu Xingchuan smiled. When he snapped his fingers, it caused the ground to suddenly move.

Above the trembling soil, smoke and dust accumulated as mud splattered. On the grassless ground, a three-meter-high wolf made of bones quickly took shape.

Rat bones, bird bones, snake bones—countless fine bones were flying in the air.

The smell of soil and bones mixed together and quickly bonded into strong wolf claws and sharp fangs. The huge skull was pieced together by countless small skulls. The tiny eye sockets turned into dense black holes that overflowed with a strong evil qi.

The bone wolf circled Fu Xingchuan for a while, then stopped by his right hand and lowered its head obediently.

On Fu Xingchuan’s left side, a human corpse emerged from the dust.

The corpse was wrapped in a linen robe full of talismans and iron chains. Its flesh clung to its body, showing an abnormally dark blue color. Its hair was thinning, its eyes were shriveled and cloudy, and its nails were frighteningly long. Its deformed mouth was slightly open, stuffed with a dark red object that they couldn’t tell whether it was a cloth or stone.

Compared to the humble “bone wolf”, this corpse that had just stopped by Fu Xingchuan’s left side wasn’t as subservient.

“Proficient in both the abilities of a ‘ghost master’ and a ‘corpse servant’ and integrating them, this is a ‘ghost general’—the rank I happen to be in.”

Fu Xingchuan lit a cigarette and slowly blew up a mouthful of smoke.

“Today, I’ll only use the ability of a corpse servant to fight you.”

The ten fingers of the human corpse were slightly open, allowing its nails to reflect a metallic-like light. The giant wolf leaned down, assuming a position as if it were ready to pounce at any moment.

What bullshit,’ Yin Ren thought. In principle, the two of them hadn’t had any combat training. Forget himself, Zhong Chengshuo would be beaten to the ground in an instant.

“There’s equipment on the other side of the table. I’ll give you ten seconds for you to pick one. Ten—”

Zhong Chengshuo: “That corpse…”

“Former colleague who donated his corpse as a teaching aid… Five, four, three—”

The two rushed to the table.

Zhong Chengshuo picked up a gas mask, while Yin Ren casually grabbed an umbrella.

Fu Xingchuan made no comments. When the two stood still, he picked up his cigarette and made a gesture.

The giant wolf let out a silent howl and rose into the air, trampling on Yin Ren’s umbrella and instantly bending it. It spread out its ribs at the same time, causing countless extremely thin bones to drill towards Yin Ren’s mouth and nose.

Yin Ren floundered symbolically, then allowed himself to be stepped on by the wolf’s paw and started coughing frantically.

At the same time, the human corpse flashed behind Zhong Chengshuo.

Zhong Chengshuo’s movements weren’t chaotic. He sidestepped, blocked with his hands, and took advantage of the attack to kick the corpse in its knee. As a result, the corpse didn’t even buckle, and he only reaped pain in his toes.

This distracted him, which the corpse took full advantage of to bully him further. A sharp fingernail tip had poked a hole in Zhong Chengshuo’s neck.

As long as it wanted, it could easily tear open Zhong Chengshuo’s throat in an instant.

The whole battle lasted less than ten seconds.

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Fu Xingchuan’s cigarette burned only for a short time. He chuckled as he approached the two lying in the mud and looked at them from top to bottom.

Yin Ren spat out a bone in a daze with blank eyes. “I should have run away.”

Fu Xingchuan glanced at him speechlessly. “…And Xiao Zhong?”

“I chose the wrong opponent.” Zhong Chengshuo was still lying down as he contemplated. “Judging from the props we chose, it was more appropriate for me to deal with the bone wolf and Yin Ren to deal with the human corpse.”

“Bullshit,” Fu Xingchuan said. “Do you think your opponent is a meal waiting for you to casually select it?”

He stretched out his hand and pulled the two of them up. The smell of smoke sprayed all over their faces.

“The strengths of corpse servants may be different, but their weaknesses are uniform. They’re good at manipulation, but they can’t be distracted from casting spells, and can’t protect their bodies… Now, I’ll give you two minutes to discuss tactics. Nothing will change when we resume again.”

Fu Xingchuan flicked the cigarette butt away and stood back in his original position.

Yin Ren didn’t want to suffer this kind of torture again. Zhong Chengshuo was staring at the mud on his cuffs and seemed to be thinking about a similar problem. A few seconds later, the two of them took a step forward almost at the same time.

“I have an idea…” “We’ll wait…”

“You first…” “Ah, no, you should speak first…”

In the end, it was Zhong Chengshuo who spoke first. Just like the game yesterday, the two’s tactics were immediately in sync.

The two minutes passed quickly. The bone wolf and the human corpse attacked again.

This time, the two acted together. Yin Ren took the lead in pouncing on the corpse. With a turn of his feet, he hooked the neck of the corpse with the end handle of the umbrella and held it back. “Zhong Ge, hurry!”

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t hesitate for half a second. He put on the gas mask, slid underneath the giant wolf, and rushed straight to Fu Xingchuan.

The giant wolf instantly jumped back and tried to bite Zhong Chengshuo. At the same time, the bone fragments on its body spread out again and rushed towards Yin Ren.

Yin Ren was still trying to hold the corpse back. Seeing the bone fragments coming at him, he buried his face directly into the corpse, pressing his mouth and nose on the linen clothes of the corpse.

Wasn’t it just the smell of corpses? He could endure it.

In a sense, was this like the underworld version of <It Takes Two>? Lord Ghost King was having fun while suffering.

Zhong Chengshuo seemed to have encountered a tough opponent. He was rolling around, and his clothes were torn up. He seemed quite panicked. However, the giant wolf couldn’t hold him down. Zhong Chengshuo managed to evade it and successfully rush to Fu Xingchuan.

Then he was swept to the ground by Fu Xingchuan.

“Good, you catch on quick,” Fu Xingchuan commented with satisfaction. “If you really want to fight that girl, as long as you can get close, you’ll have a considerable advantage—ah, remember to be careful of knives and stun guns.”

“The training is over?” Yin Ren slid down from behind the corpse and asked hopefully.

“What are you thinking? It’s only been a few minutes.”

Fu Xingchuan bared his teeth.

“Continue. Practice until you can grab the cigarette in my mouth.”

“You, uh, aren’t you busy?” Yin Ren moaned. “We already grasp the concept. Can’t we just go back and practice by ourselves?”

“Practice with what? Air? You must practice in a real combat situation with the threat of death. I just happened to have the day off. Let’s see… It’s 10 now, so I’ll accompany you until 4.”

Yin Ren grimaced. It was hard to hold back, saying, “You call this a day off?”

“And,” Fu Xingchuan glanced at him lightly, “aren’t you completely useless, ghost master?”


At 4 in the afternoon, the training ended.

Zhong Chengshuo finally grabbed the cigarette from Minister Fu’s mouth. It had to be said, the number one powerhouse of Shian was like a flood—from beginning to end, in addition to only using the abilities of a corpse servant, Fu Xingchuan only dealt with Zhong Chengshuo with one leg.

The training lasted for most of the day, but Fu Xingchuan only used his hand to light his cigarettes, pull people up, and snap his fingers.

The strength of the cultivators in Shian couldn’t be underestimated.

Yin Ren was paralyzed at the refreshment bar outside the building, making no effort to hide the exhaustion on his face.

With Fu Xingchuan watching him, he was forced to use a little evil qi and try his best to act the part of “a ghost master without a ghost” as naturally as possible.

Throughout the battle, Yin Ren had to pay attention to controlling his strength and suffered just as many blows as Zhong Chengshuo, who was repeatedly beaten. Lord Ghost King was full of grievances and ordered three ice cream sodas in one go.

As for his partner… After training, Zhong Chengshuo went to wash himself in Shian’s bathroom for over an hour. Given the state of the training ground’s hygiene, Yin Ren suspected Zhong Chengshuo intended to scrub his skin off.

By the time Zhong Chengshuo finished cleaning himself, the horizon was already stained with a red haze.

“Are we still going to play games when we go back?” Yin Ren sucked up the last bit of cream in his soda and asked pitifully.

He really needed a little leisure to comfort himself.

“There’s no time. I have to run at night after dinner.”

Yin Ren: “…Didn’t we exercise enough?!”

There were obvious bruises on Zhong Chengshuo’s neck and shoulders. Although Fu Xingchuan sent them special medication for bruising, Comrade Zhong Chengshuo didn’t look like he was okay.

“But the night run must be done three times a week. It’s already Sunday today. Anaerobic exercise is not the same as aerobic exercise,” Zhong Chengshuo explained.

Yin Ren: “……”

What aerobic and anaerobic? Yin Ren only felt that his partner was slightly ill.

Would most people be so cruel to themselves? Having said that, Fu Xingchuan seemed to be the same way. Was the corporate culture at Shian like this?

“I see. You can go.” Yin Ren finished the last sip of soda wearily. “I plan to go out for dinner tonight, so don’t wait up.”

“Bring your phone and don’t go too far.”

“Yes, yes,” Yin Ren replied listlessly.

Zhong Chengshuo stared at him for a while. “…I’ll play with you for a bit before going to bed.”

Yin Ren’s spirit lifted. Not bad, Comrade Xiao Zhong. It seemed that <The Art of Communication> occasionally had positive effects.


That night, Yin Ren decided to try luosifen, which was prohibited from takeout by the “household rules”.

He had staked out a luosifen shop near Ping’an Manor in advance. Since Miss Hu Tao didn’t like this kind of food, she couldn’t give him any recommendations and could only make a few references.

“Put on your mask and tie your hair into a bun… Yes, it looks more low-key. Choose a corner of the shop. If someone tries to take pictures of you, scare them by claiming you’ll sue them for portrait rights.”

“I remember. Thank you.”

“Nn, remember to turn off sleep mode on the tablet and keep the automatic continuous broadcast.” Hu Tao replaced Yin Ren and was sitting upright in front of the tablet.

Facts had proven that luosifen did have a strong smell, but in the end, it was nothing compared to a pile of rotting corpses. The rice noodles were fragrant and smooth, and the soup had a spicy and sour taste. Yin Ren had a lovely time slurping it up.

However, at the moment he stepped out of the shop, his shoulders sank inexplicably.

From the corner of his eyes, Yin Ren saw two ghost hands on his shoulders. The ten fingers of the ghost’s hand were as long as a human arm and were sticking firmly to him. The surrounding scene seemed to be covered with fog, and the neon lights became cold and dim.

The human voices in his ears disappeared instantly, leaving only a low, empty laughter. His limbs appeared to be bound by something and dragged to move on their own.

This visitor wasn’t good.

Yin Ren felt for a moment that there were five evil spirits attacking, and they all had good morals. He sensed the smell of a ghost master, so it wasn’t easy for him to add them to his meal.

Yin Ren himself was dragged away, gradually stepping into a dark and desolate area, and finally walking into an abandoned bungalow.

He wanted to see what kind of medicine in gourds these little kids were selling.

At the moment he walked into the bungalow, the windows and doors on the four walls of the empty place suddenly disappeared. The entire room turned into a gloomy, closed box, with only a little blue light of unknown origin left.

There were two-meter-tall “people” standing in each of the four corners. They were pale and thin and stood facing the corner, mumbling endlessly. Those raving words seemed to have substance, sealing the room’s surroundings tightly.

Yin Ren’s shoulders lightened, and the next moment, an evil spirit flashed in front of him.

When he raised his eyes, he saw three smelly, black holes.

That evil spirit had a baby-like head, no beads in its eyes, and no teeth in its mouth. Its body was deformed, extending two meters long. A pair of withered arms grew from the ground, and its lower body was like the tail of a snail that had been torn off. Its innards and flesh were rolled together and mixed into a ball of oozing, wet mucus.

This thing was strong, but it couldn’t compare to Shian’s Xiang Jiang; it was probably on par with Fang Yuanyuan.

There was a nervous look on Yin Ren’s face as he secretly made a judgment in his heart.

“Ghost master, Yin Ren.”

The evil spirit approached a little closer. Its voice was cold.

“…It’s not easy tracking the insect corpses of a corpse servant.”

“Insect corpse? What insect corpse?” Yin Ren gulped and decisively played dumb.

The ghost smiled but didn’t respond. Its three holes were still staring straight at Yin Ren.

Yin Ren took two steps back and continued to spout nonsense. “Not to mention this, but why are you looking for me? I’m just a newcomer and don’t even remember who I am. Let me go.”

There was a ghost master behind these evil spirits, and with him hiding his strength, Yin Ren couldn’t distinguish if they were enemies. Yin Ren didn’t intend to fall into the traps of others.

“Newcomer. Haha. Newcomer… Well, you’re certainly a newcomer with great abilities. Don’t you have a purpose for joining Shian?” The ghost’s dark eyes rushed towards Yin Ren. “It’s better to join forces with us… We can help you.”

“Help me? Who are you guys?”

“Now that things have come to this point, don’t act like you don’t know.” The ghost snorted. “Let me say this one last time. Don’t play dumb.”

In an instant, more than a dozen fingers popped out from the surrounding walls and firmly grabbed Yin Ren.

Yin Ren: “……” He felt wronged. He really had no idea the origins of these evil spirits.

The ghost approached again, its rancid breath spraying on Yin Ren’s face.

It whispered seductively, “We don’t care about your purpose. It doesn’t matter what you want to do… Join us. Money, status, women—we can give you things that Shian can’t…”

“Are you willing to stay at Shian and climb up little by little? With Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian in charge, you will never reach the top. Why reject what’s near and instead seek the far?”

Yin Ren suddenly came to a realization.

Yin Ren: “I see. You’re poachers.”

Ghost: “……”

Yin Blade: “I have no plans to change jobs for the time being.” He didn’t need money, status, or women. He just wanted Shian’s cafeteria.

He took out his cellphone and gripped it tightly.

“What a fool. Pity he doesn’t know what’s good from bad!” The ghost laughed angrily. “There’s no talisman paper. I’d like to see how you—”

Yin Ren had gotten proficient at typing with one hand.

[Yin Ren: @Hu Tao Jie, SOS.]

[Yin Ren: There are perverts.]

Ghost: “……”

Ghost: “?” What kind of strange summoning method is this?

Evil qi started to overflow, creating a fishy storm.

A female ghost covered in blood emerged from behind Yin Ren. Her robe was soaked in black blood, and the edges were full of tear marks. Her face was severely distorted, and her long, black hair fluttered in the wind, covered with broken flesh and blood scabs.

Evil qi and resentment exploded in the small room, causing the temperature to plummet.

The four ghosts at the corners turned around in an instant. They raised their heads, which didn’t have any facial features, and all “looked” at Hu Tao as they continued to whisper loudly. The ghost retreated to the base of the wall as more fingers poked out of it.

Did this kid actually form a pact with such a powerful ghost? The ghost tightened its grip on Yin Ren’s body while its dark eyes turned toward Hu Tao.

If he were allowed to develop in Shian, it would be better to kill the grass before it roots.

Hu Tao, making her grand debut: “……”

Hu Tao: “Didn’t you go out to eat luosifen? What the hell is this place?! What’s going on with that wall? So gross! It’s like popping blackheads. Urgh, I’m gonna be sick…”

Yin Ren: “Please, sister. I’ll buy you milk tea later. Don’t worry, they are all weaker than you.”

“Leave it to me!” Hu Tao floated valiantly to the middle of the room.

One second, three seconds, ten seconds; everyone remained motionless.

Hu Tao turned her bloody face and said, “Okay, now what should I do?”

Yin Ren, Ghost: “……”

Yin Ren: “Attack them?”

“Oh, I’m not very good at fighting.” Hu Tao laughed awkwardly. “I just died and didn’t receive continuing education after death…”

“Sister, just treat them like they’re your enemy.”

Yin Ren felt helpless. He put his hand behind his back and quietly performed a spell. He decided to give Miss Hu Tao some help—if it was just a small illusion, it shouldn’t be too noticeable.

Seeing the ghosts in front of her gradually change their appearance, Hu Tao stopped laughing. She slowly tilted her head and stared at the ghost closest to her without saying a word. The blood on her body was getting thicker.

With strong evil qi accompanied by cold killing intent, Hu Tao felt like a severe winter storm, especially with her clothes and hair swaying violently. In the next second, she flashed in front of the ghost and grabbed its chest.

Ghost: “Wait—”


Hu Tao tore open the ghost’s chest. The “flesh and blood” full of evil qi were torn by her like a vegetable leaf.

Under her hands, the thousands of fingers were like grass being ripped up with a slight pinch. The sound of flesh being torn was endless.


The four faceless ghosts weren’t spared either, as they were torn meticulously by her. Hu Tao looked like she was sorting out her clothes as the remnants of those evil beings were neatly packed into a pile by her.


She tore the ghostly remains into small pieces and chewed and swallowed them carefully. She hummed a small tune as the room’s walls gradually turned black and red.

When those eyes full of hatred turned around, Yin Ren had already stepped back without leaving a trace.

What exactly did she see?

It seemed that compared to Zhong Chengshuo, he still needed to get to know this one better. Yin Ren sighed and lifted the illusion.

“…Enough, sister. Calm down,” he said. “That’s enough.”

On a bloody Sunday, except for the five ghosts, only Zhong Chengshuo was injured.

When he came back from his run that night, Yin Ren was already waiting upright in front of the game console. Zhong Chengshuo finished tidying up, and he sat down beside him. Out of some kind of habit, he subconsciously sniffed when he was close to Yin Ren.

Zhong Chengshuo: “……”

Zhong Chengshuo’s face distorted a bit. “…What did you eat tonight?”

“Luosifen mixed with 82-year-old evil spirits.”


“I’m just joking.”

At the other end of Haigu, upstairs of “Xiaohe Supermarket”.

Lu Xiaohe helped massage her mother’s body with a smile. “Mom, let me tell you, my new colleagues are so fun.”

Xiaohe’s mother leaned quietly on the bed. Under the torture of cancer, she was a little thin and out of shape. However, her facial features were quite similar to Lu Xiaohe’s, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

“Happy with work?” Xiaohe’s mother’s tone was relaxed.

“Yes, today I even saw them wail in the group chat, saying they wanted to get off work early so they can play games—haha, I told you my position isn’t hard, right? I don’t have to work overtime like they do.”

Hearing “game”, Xiaohe’s mother smacked her lips. “It’s a pity your father is out. Otherwise, the three of us could still play poker.”

“He can’t get off today.”

“Let’s play for a while?” Xiaohe’s mother propped herself up. “What kind of games are there in the store? The one where we can play together like we used to.”

“Oh, <The Legend of Resurrection>, right? I’ll get the console.”

Lu Xiaohe got up to get the console.

<The Legend of Resurrection> was released eight years ago and was relatively unpopular. In a sense, it could be described as a failure.

The plot was simple—a prince was taken away by Death. Players needed to collect various materials and hand them over to the palace magician so he could resurrect the prince’s soul.

It focused on “offline scenes” and was mainly a game aimed at families and gatherings. The management, exploration, and combat systems were comprehensive, but the process was too long and didn’t meet the actual needs. At first, many small shops bought the console and planned to rent them to students to play, but the business was bleak.

Xiaohe Supermarket was one of the unlucky businesses.

Lu Xiaohe kept the game. Starting a few years ago, they would play together on weekends. Later, when Xiaohe’s mother’s health deteriorated and Lu Xiaohe joined Shian, they forgot about it.

“When did we last play this?”

After turning on the console, Lu Xiaohe slowly checked the save archives.

“Yes, yes! Haha, we haven’t finished the novice village mission yet. Come on, mom. It’s time for us to rescue the ‘harassed girl’… Do you remember the controls?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course I remember.”

On the rough screen, two characters stepped into the mission scene. Beside the girl NPC with braided hair, a rogue NPC was laughing…

[Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back?]

The author has something to say:

Comrade Xiao Zhong asked for help overnight: What should I do if my partner is marinated in luosifen? Help!

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Evil As Humans Ch32

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 32: Ravings

Friday, July 16th, the third day of the incident.

“I have seen this mark.”

Lu Xiaohe showed them the analysis report. Today, she was wearing a t-shirt that said [Community Animal Land*].

*It’s a homonym for the idiom “put yourself in (other people’s shoes)” (设身处地), which means empathize with other people’s situation.

“The physical manifestation of the mark is similar to that of an indentation, which is why Xiao Zhong could observe it with the naked eye. As for the cause, it’s most likely the effect of anomalous phenomena… As for the meaning of the mark itself, there’s no record of it in Shian’s database.”

Yin Ren also didn’t recognize the mark. It was rare that his expression was as serious as Zhong Chengshuo’s—as long as he didn’t have to fight with Excel, he was willing to listen to whatever Lu Xiaohe said.

Zhong Chengshuo spoke with resignation. “If only there were a few more observers. Lu Jie, does your drone have a camera function?”

“No,” Lu Xiaohe said. “Even if there is, it’s unlikely Shian will let me use it.”


“Some concepts are quite important. As a veteran employee, it’s necessary for me to emphasize this with you two. Do you know why the rear command must be a science post?”

Yin Ren meekly shook his head.

Thousands of years ago, mortals were more or less superstitious. There were very few people like the “science post”, let alone forming a large organization. To him, every rule of the science post was brand new.

Zhong Chengshuo answered as if he were reacting to something. “In order to stay as sober and objective as possible?”

“Correct.” Lu Xiaohe put away her smile, and her expression became serious.

“As the rear commander, I cannot access conventional visual and auditory information. In my case, they will be converted into infrared imaging, data text, or waveforms. Coupled with the innate resistance of the science post, this will block ‘unknown influences’ to the max.”

Zhong Chengshuo remained silent.

Lu Xiaohe normally acted casually. However, in an actual situation, data, text, charts, and images would flood in over a short period of time. To make an accurate judgment, the rear commander had to have strong computing power, concentration, and excellent reaction speed.

This job really wasn’t something a newcomer could do.

Lu Xiaohe continued, “In case the field science post loses their judgment for various reasons, the rear commander is the last line of defense. Once the rear commander also falls…”

She didn’t continue, but both of them understood. If the last line of defense also collapsed, the field team would be in dire straits.

“Well, that’s the gist.” Lu Xiaohe clapped her hands. “And Xiao Zhong, I heard people say you seem to be quite reckless all the time, eh?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Uh…”

“This is the second point I want to make. Your indicators are very good, but don’t think you’re absolutely safe from anomalies.”

Zhong Chengshuo sat upright with his knees together, pretending to be listening attentively. With interest, Yin Ren drew his feet together and slid closer with his swivel chair.

Lu Xiaohe: “The principle of this thing isn’t easy to explain, so let me give you an analogy.”

“You can think of everyone as a computer, and your thinking patterns as the system. In this way, ‘non-science posts’ and ‘science posts’ are two types of systems. Do you get it?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Yes.”

Yin Ren: “Uh… Yes.” He actually couldn’t quite wrap his head around the concept, so he felt a bit guilty.

Lu Xiaohe nodded. “The ‘influence of unknown phenomena’ can be compared to a pile of data—for some systems, it’s equivalent to a computer virus, which can damage or paralyze the system; but for incompatible systems, it’s just junk data and won’t cause much damage.”

“Of course, everyone sees the world differently. The ‘two major systems’ are only roughly divided. In actual situations, everyone is affected to different degrees.”

“But Zhong Ge’s indicators are top-notch,” Yin Ren interrupted.

As long as he was proactive enough, no one could tell whether he really understood or not, Lord Ghost King thought confidently.

Lu Xiaohe rubbed her face and smiled gloomily. “It’s true that Xiao Zhong brand computer will not be affected by the virus at all, but if it were smashed by a mallet, thrown into the bottom of the river, burned into pieces… Do you think this computer can still turn on?”

Zhong Chengshuo, Yin Ren: “……”

“Listen, according to Shian’s records, even in abnormal cases, more than 90% of them have living people intervening behind the scenes.”

“It’s true that Xiao Zhong won’t be possessed by evil spirits, but he could also be attacked by villains with ulterior motives. The number of records of people harming people is tens of millions of times more than that of evil things harming people… I know he’s young and strong and can fight, but what about this?”

Lu Xiaohe stretched out her right hand and made a gun gesture. The “gun muzzle” was pointed directly at the spot right in the middle between Zhong Chengshuo’s brows.

“Bang!” She mouthed the word.

Zhong Chengshuo leaned back cooperatively. “I’m dead.”

Lu Xiaohe: “See?”

Yin Ren: “……” Is this guy still a kid? How enthusiastic.

Yin Ren changed the subject. “Xiaohe Jie, how are your indicators?”

“Well, it’s barely in the upper middle level. So, about average.” Lu Xiaohe scratched her head and resumed her lively tone. “I used to burn incense and pray for luck before my entrance exam, so I don’t have a steel will like Xiao Zhong.”

“Isn’t this job quite troublesome for you?” Yin Ren was a little confused.

Regardless of the intensity of work, Lu Xiaohe had limited mobility, so it was difficult for her to escape if she encountered danger. She wasn’t as durable as Zhong Chengshuo either, so the possibility of her being affected by anomalies was higher.

If she wasn’t careful, she would lose her life.

Lu Xiaohe answered straightforwardly. “Shian has a high salary, and it’s close to my home. I need a lot of money.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Why?”

“Xiao Zhong, this is private. You shouldn’t just ask so casually.” Lu Xiaohe gave him a sideways glance. “Forget it. We’re in the same boat, so it’s best we get to know each other.”

She moved her gaze back to the complicated operating table.

“It’s not a profound reason. My mother is ill, and I just want her to live better. Because of this, I also… believe in it a little. I want to believe that there’s something after death.”


When it was almost time for them to get off work, Zhong Chengshuo’s phone vibrated. Seeing the name “Sun Qinghui” on the notification, Yin Ren’s hair almost exploded.

However, when the call was connected, Officer Sun’s voice was like heavenly music.

Sun Qinghui: “It’s the weekend. Let’s have a meal together after you get off work. My treat.”

Zhong Chengshuo quickly glanced at Yin Ren. “Uncle Sun doesn’t need to. We can pay for ourselves.”

Sun Qinghui picked a Sichuan restaurant close to Shian.

The decoration of the restaurant was a bit old-fashioned. It focused on Jianghu cuisine, which attracted mostly middle-aged and elderly people in the neighborhood. Sun Qinghui wore the same black leather jacket as usual. When he saw the two people enter, a smile appeared on his straight face, and his brows relaxed quite a bit.

Like Liang Shan, Officer Sun also booked a private room in advance.

“Hope you’re hungry. The food here is great. It’s the weekend, so it’s time for rest and relaxation.” Though Sun Qinghui said this, he didn’t order any alcoholic beverages for himself but instead stuck with cans of coconut juice.

Zhong Chengshuo was holding a menu in his hand, but his mind wasn’t on ordering food. “Uncle Sun, have you found anything yet?”

“Hey, so quick? Let’s chat while we eat.” Sun Qinghui checked the fresh pepper chicken. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not here to have a meeting with you two. I just want to hear Shian’s opinion.”

“Shian submits case analysis reports regularly,” Zhong Chengshuo said suspiciously.

Sun Qinghui chuckled. “Reading reports is different from chatting with living people. Don’t worry. You two have authority, so don’t stress about breaking the rules.”

Yin Ren, who was sitting next to Zhong Chengshuo, was busy ordering a few more dishes—he was witnessing a Hongmen Banquet* while discovering new dishes! Lord Ghost King was crying tears of joy and pain.

*It’s a metaphor nowadays used to describe superficially inviting someone to a meal, but the host has some ulterior motives. It comes from the historical event of the Hongmen Banquet where Xiang Yu tried to have his rival Liu Bang killed during a feast. || In this context he’s happy because he gets to try new food but in pain because Sun Qinghui’s invitation to a meal was all a ruse to discuss work (which he hates).

The restaurant quickly served their orders. All kinds of small pots and plates were quickly filled in front of the three of them.

The duck blood was steaming hot, the fatty intestines and taro chicken were dyed bright with red oil, and the boiled pork slices were sizzling in the heat. Classic laziji, twice-cooked pork, and other Sichuan dishes weren’t missing; they filled up the entire large table.

Sun Qinghui’s eyes almost popped out when he saw all the dishes that could feed up to 10 people.

He resisted the urge to delve deeper into the matter and said, “Do you have any ideas about this case?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “At the time of the crime, in addition to Wu Tao, who’s deceased, and Wu Pengpeng, there should be two more people at the scene. One of the two is a woman, but we haven’t determined the relationship between these two people.”

“I see. Good points. We also thought this too. The ‘target woman’ who was attacked by Wu Tao is somewhat suspicious, but it’s difficult to dismember an adult male in such a short period of time if she was alone.”

Officer Sun’s thinking was obviously more logical.

“On the other hand, we also visited all of Wu Tao’s enemies. They either have an alibi or didn’t meet the conditions to commit the crime. However, during the investigation process, we found some clues about the ‘target woman’, but we haven’t conducted an in-depth investigation… Ah, let me tell you first.”

Zhong Chengshuo paused the motion of his chopsticks. “What clue?”

Yin Ren, who was gnawing on a bone in his hand, also slowed down.

“Wu Tao sometimes publishes women’s private information on a hidden forum.”

When he said this, the corner of Sun Qinghui’s mouth slightly frowned, and the disgust on his face couldn’t be concealed.

“He’s very cunning. He only goes to that forum at internet cafes and always uses other people’s ID to register. If it weren’t for us carefully checking surveillance and internet records, we would have probably missed this… Here, take a look, you two.”

Sun Qinghui took out his phone and handed it to them.

Wu Tao’s ID on the forum was “Emperor Wanxing”. He was very active in this hidden forum that was called “The Emperor” by others.

He posted photos and short videos of women, mostly with their faces exposed. They were young and looked confused, some delirious, and the surrounding environment was dirty and dim.

Just a few days before he was killed, Wu Tao was still interacting with people on the forum.

On July 8th, he replied to a photo in a post called “Haigu Women Appreciation”, with the comment: [Look, dear friends. What score would you give her?]

The photo was taken from a candid perspective and was very blurry. Many people clamored that they couldn’t see it clearly, so they asked him for more “HD uncensored”.

That night, Wu Tao posted a few more photos. The photos were still from candid angles, without a clear picture of the girl’s face. Only a tiny bit could be seen.

The following reply was as unsightly as expected.

[New harem? When will you be spoiled?] [It’s alright, but tender enough, junior high maybe high school.] [Your Majesty, get it done soon and share more. A good man lives a safe life.]…

Zhong Chengshuo furrowed his brows while Yin Ren slowly put down his hand and scratched the meat bones. For the first time after waking up, Yin Ren suddenly lost his appetite.

The girl in that group of photos was less than 1.6 meters tall, with shoulder-length hair and a thin body. Her face was beautiful and dainty, with a pair of phoenix eyes that didn’t look too bright.

The clothes she was wearing didn’t look like they fit her, and she lacked youthful vigor between her brows. It looked as if she suffered a lot.

“Our comrades from the anti-pornography and anti-illegal activities department are following up on that forum. We also found the internet café registration of the little girl in the photos.”

Sun Qinghui took back his phone and looked for something for a while before handing it over again.

“According to the background of the photo, it was located in a small internet café on Wanxing Road. The internet café owner had some impressions of her, but unfortunately, the ID card she used wasn’t her own.”

According to the ID number, the police found the information of the relevant person…

Ge Jiaojiao, 19 years old. Born in Gejazhuang, Shouguan County, Haigu.

In the photo of Ge Jiaojiao, she had a long face and a large mole on her chin. Her appearance was about half as similar to the girl in question, but it was obvious they weren’t the same person.

“Can you contact Ge Jiaojiao?”

“It took a lot of effort, but we did. This Ge Jiaojiao is working in Province F. She hasn’t returned to Haigu in over three years. She said she had lost her ID once.”

Sun Qinghui scratched his head, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Ge Jiaojiao’s parents passed away more than ten years ago. Her family lives on subsidies, and only her grandmother and younger sister are left.”

Yin Ren took the initiative and inquired, “Sister?”

“Yes, named Ge Tingting, from listen obediently1. She said her parents wanted to name her Ge Tingting2, but they had a heavy accent and were illiterate, so they registered her name wrong.” Officer Sun forced a smile. “Although the evidence isn’t sufficient, Wu Tao’s target was most likely Ge Tingting.”

1Her name [Tīngtīng] (听听) derives from listen obediently (听话的听).
2Clarity: Her parents actually wanted to name her [Tíngtíng] (婷婷) which means graceful. Since her parents had heavy accents (the first and second Tingting have different accent marks in them) and were illiterate, they registered her name as [Tīngtīng] (听听) instead of [Tíngtíng] (婷婷).

“I see. We’ll also pay attention to this person.”

“Our people are already looking for her. It stands to reason that this child shouldn’t be difficult to find.”

Sun Qinghui sighed heavily. “Ge Tingting is actually only 16 years old, with only a middle school education… and she’s deaf and mute.”


The next day, the two ushered in their first weekend after entering Shian.

Zhong Chengshuo was busy in the kitchen, as there were, in a rare event, leftovers heating in the pan.

“It’s surprising you didn’t finish eating everything.” Zhong Chengshuo served the laziji as he glanced at Yin Ren on the sofa.

Lord Ghost King glanced back at him. “I felt like vomiting after seeing all those disgusting people.”

“Oh.” Zhong Chengshuo thoughtfully looked at Yin Ren for a while, then turned back to the kitchen. “As far as finding someone, the police are more authoritative than Shian. Don’t worry too much about it.”

“I know. Sun Qinghui is a good policeman.”

Yin Ren was able to “see” this in a literal sense based on the righteous aura around Officer Sun.

Smelling the aroma of food, Yin Ren rolled in a half circle around the sofa, changed to a lying position, and continued to watch his show on the tablet—Zhong Chengshuo had completely given up on the idea of taking back his tablet, and silently bought a new one.

“What are your plans for today?”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Eight hours of sleep, five hours of reading, three hours of entertainment, three hours of housework, two hours of exercise, two hours of cooking, and one hour of laundry. How about you?”

Yin Ren: “……”

Yin Ren: “…I plan to lie down all day.”

Originally, he wanted to ask this person to go out for a stroll so he could get a feel of the city in a new era, but after hearing Zhong Chengshuo’s terrifying arrangement, Yin Ren decided to reconsider.

“Three hours of entertainment.” He tried to pick the least scary part. “What entertainment?”

Zhong Chengshuo paused his movement of serving rice. “I’m going to play a game. Do you want to join me?”

“Yes!!!” Yin Ren let go of the tablet and did a kip-up on the spot.

After their meal, Zhong Chengshuo struggled for a bit before handing Yin Ren a controller. Yin Ren sat on the soft cushion as he excitedly pressed it.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t played simple mobile games, but this was Zhong Chengshuo’s collection, so the play style should be more interesting than those small games.

Zhong Chengshuo pulled over a cushion and sat next to Yin Ren after finishing his struggle.

It didn’t take long for a movie-like picture to appear on the big screen. The antiquate Yin Ren exclaimed loudly, clucking with excitement.

“This game is called <It Takes Two>, and it requires two people to play,” Zhong Chengshuo explained patiently. “It’s a cooperative game, which is good for us to work on our teamwork and understand each other better.”

Yin Ren stared at him suspiciously.

“…Also, I didn’t have someone to play with before,” Zhong Chengshuo looked away as he added solemnly.

To Yin Ren’s surprise, the game style was quite childlike but interesting. He thought Zhong Chengshuo would like the style of a scientific disaster movie, but he didn’t expect such a fresh side to this person.

Unfortunately, with Zhong Chengshuo’s explanation, the cute style of the game changed a bit.

“In terms of setting, we’re a couple preparing to divorce, and we have to find love through various levels.”

Zhong Chengshuo said in a serious tone, “Do you want to be the wife or the husband?”

Yin Ren: “…You mean which one to ‘choose’? Why not choose the one with glasses? It’s easier to recognize.”

“Okay, then you’re the husband.”

“Partner. Partner is fine. No need to stick too closely to the setting.”


The game started.

Even when it came to entertainment, Zhong Chengshuo’s expression was still unusually serious. He sat cross-legged, motionless. If it weren’t for the controller in his hand, this person would look like a monk meditating in a temple.

Yin Ren was different—this was the first time he came into contact with a large-scale game. Lord Ghost King was extremely excited.

“Is this ability real?” He clenched the controller tightly, and his body staggered with his character’s movements. “Can a fuse really run away with long legs? …Ah, what does this prompt mean?”

Zhong Chengshuo tilted his body and stretched out his hand. “Press this button.”

“You pulled my hair,” Yin Ren hissed.



Except for the initial hiccup, the cooperation between the two was quite good. Since they needed to work together, the room was livelier than usual with dialogue.

Yin Ren had to admit that he hadn’t been this happy for a long time. Even Zhong Chengshuo’s brows were stretched out, and a faint smile hung on his face.

During the game, Yin Ren peeked at the bookcase filled with games and wished he could stick himself there seven days a week. This kid, Zhong Chengshuo, seemed quite ascetic, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot.

Time seemed to disappear in an instant. When Zhong Chengshuo stopped, Yin Ren hadn’t even reacted.

“It’s already three hours?” Yin Ren looked at the sky in shock.

“Yes, I have to go clean.”

“But where in this room is it dirty?” Yin Ren continued in surprise. Zhong Chengshuo would simply clean up every day. In his opinion, their residence could be photographed right now and be an illustration in a magazine.

“Potted plants have to be maintained, the floors have to be mopped, and the bathroom and kitchen have to be cleaned carefully.” Zhong Chengshuo had already started wiping down the controllers and the game console. “There’s still a lot to be done, such as the carpets, towels, and the like. The mites need to be removed…”

Back in the day, Yin Ren would casually lay down in the wilderness or on mountains of corpses or a pool of blood, so hearing this made him at a loss—before hearing what Zhong Chengshuo said, he had never considered the existence of such a problem as ‘removing mites’.

Speaking of which, what was a ‘mite’? Sure enough, he still had many things he needed to learn.

Yin Ren nestled back on the sofa. “Continue tomorrow?” He really liked these new toys called “games” very much.

“Okay. I’ll play for another three hours tomorrow.”

“Are the ones in your bookshelf all fun? I didn’t know you had this kind of hobby.”

“Well, they’re all kind of similar games.”

Zhong Chengshuo slowly closed the cabinet.

“Choose an identity, go on an adventure, and finally get an answer. They have fixed goals and endings and are more likely to bring satisfaction than the uncertainty of reality.”

“Fixed goals and endings…”

Yin Ren stretched out on the sofa and narrowed his eyes. The afterglow of the setting sun poured diagonally into the window and trickled down from the ceiling, causing the walls to reflect a faint golden red.

“I thought people didn’t like things like ‘destiny’,” he murmured softly.

“What did you say?” Zhong Chengshuo looked up when he heard Yin Ren’s voice. He was busy tinkering with the vacuum cleaner, so the room was full of mechanical rumbling.

“…Nothing.” Yin Ren picked up the tablet again. He touched the fried chicken box on the table, grabbed a drumstick, and bit into it as he replied vaguely.


In the corner of the city, a narrow, dark internet café.

A girl sneaked back into the cubicle. She ducked down and took out a small, braised chicken leg from a plastic bag and two pieces of bread.

“I’ve tasted it. The chicken’s a bit sour, but it can still be eaten,” she whispered, carefully tearing off the meat from the bone and stuffing it into the dried bread. “Let’s make do. We have to keep up our strength.”

“I’m sorry.”

The girl didn’t raise her head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”


“Okay, hurry up and eat.”

“I never thought we would run out of money so quickly. If I had known, we should have taken those things…”

“Shhh.” The girl glared at the other. “It’s not right to take it. Trust me.”

“…I see. I’ll listen to you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” the girl said. “Didn’t we agree that I’ll help you to the end?”

“Thank you.”

“What’s all that noise?!” There was a loud shout from not far away. “You’re annoying me with all your gibberish! Fucking creepy!”

Soon a clerk came running over. “What’s wrong, brother? What happened?”

“The two of them!” The young man who scolded them stood up and spat. “Why did you let psychos in here? Do you know how to do business?”

“This… Haa, how about I give you a bottle of coke? Don’t worry about them.”

“Not worry? Listen, they’re saying weird shit again! Listen to it yourself. Isn’t it creepy?”

The girl looked coldly at the young man. She turned to her companion, slightly moved her lips, and softly uttered some words.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine,” she whispered.

“Burn the meat to death and seize the oil from the mud,” they heard her say.

“Did you hear that? Those two have been like this all this time. The stuff they say is all full of crazy nonsense.” The young man pointed to the girl’s nose. “They might have escaped from a mental hospital. You may not care, but I’m going to call the police.”

He even dialed 110 on the interface and deliberately shook the phone in front of the girl.

The girl stood up silently and bowed her head at the young man. She raised her hand and showed her phone screen, which had a line typed on it.

[Sorry for disturbing you.]

“Tch, can’t even open your mouth to apologize.” The young man rolled his eyes and sat back down while muttering.

The girl’s shirt was loose. When she bowed her head, the collar slid down slightly, revealing a little dark mark below her collarbone, like the corner of some kind of mark.

The author has something to say:

There is a part in here that makes me uncomfortable. I hope that all Wu Tao throughout the world is cleaned up as soon as possible.


Xiao Zhong and Xiao Yin are playing <It Takes Two>, a very cute game.

Because of the same reason as Xiao Zhong, I haven’t played it yet…_(:з”∠)_

Kinky Thoughts:

Well, 0 sympathy for what happened to Wu Tao.

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Evil As Humans Ch31

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 31: The Number of Murderers

The sun was setting, making the factory building dimmer. The window behind Peng Ge gradually became stained with night, making the head without any bumps look like an actor dressed up as a monster in a haunted house.

The unrealistic head looked as if it were forcibly connected to a living body.

A twisted smile showing eight teeth was painted on his head, and his moist eyeballs became even more bloodshot.

Peng Ge seemed to want to sit down or throw himself forward. He was swaying back and forth, but unfortunately his feet didn’t seem to work and he was stuck firmly to the ground. He looked like a clown in a box, springing back and forth.

This was something a living person couldn’t do.

“Haha.” He sputtered intermittently. His voice was to the point of almost wailing. “Haha…!”

Seeing this unusual scene, several policemen became nervous, but none of them backed away. They watched with bated breath as Zhong Chengshuo, the “professional,” prepared to rush up and save them if there was any trouble.

Peng Ge swayed and wobbled back and forth until he got within two meters and stopped in his tracks.

He stopped almost face-to-face in front of Zhong Chengshuo, still repeating that sentence over and over again. His voice was high but also low, hoarse, and distorted, like a broken, repeating soundtrack.

“Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back? Haha…”

Zhong Chengshuo remained still. “Actually, I plan to go home after getting off work in half an hour.”

“Also, please don’t swear,” he added belatedly.

Peng Ge: “……”

He stopped raving and his body froze, as if he didn’t know how to react to this.

Yin Ren didn’t hold back and laughed out loud. “Hey, Zhong Ge, what does that person look like in your eyes?”

“In his twenties. Face is pretty bad, looks a bit dehydrated. It’s best to send him to a hospital for rehydration as soon as possible,” Zhong Chengshuo said succinctly, as if he were only speaking facts.

He didn’t seem to see the abnormality on Peng Ge’s face.

At the same time, Lu Xiaohe’s drone popped up. “The concentration of evil qi around the target is 0.24~0.28fR and it’s increasing. There are no signs of evil qi spreading. Preliminarily, it’s judged to be a non-infectious anomaly so personnel from the science post can approach normally.”

As soon as Lu Xiaohe’s voice fell, Zhong Chengshuo’s figure flashed.

Like a panther jumping on its prey, Zhong Chengshuo’s sense of oppression exploded in an instant. He completed a set of attacks within the blink of an eye. After being kicked in the knee, Peng Ge let out a sharp “ha!” sound. The unknown force failed to support his body this time—Zhong Chengshuo took him down and kneeled on both his knees.

Peng Ge squirmed, and his joints twisted and clicked. His head flopped around frantically as he struggled to escape, creating an extremely unsightly scene. Zhong Chengshuo ignored it and just held him firmly in place. Peng Ge was a little over 1.8 meters tall and looked quite strong, yet he didn’t know how Zhong Chengshuo could hold him down with so much force.

Officer Sun spoke up hesitantly. “That man’s face…”

Zhong Chengshuo: “I don’t see anything wrong. If you think something’s off, there may be hallucinogenic gas or mold nearby.”

Officer Sun suddenly reached an epiphany and gave quick instructions. “Go up and help! Listen, the environment is unsanitary, so pay careful attention.”

Two minutes later, all three gangsters were taken to the police car.

Peng Ge was restrained and taken by 120 to Haigu People’s Hospital. It seemed there were people in the hospital who were aware of Shian, as when the medical staff came to pick him up, their expression was unusually calm as they looked at the flat face.

“Send him directly to the security zone.” He ignored Peng Ge, who was frantically struggling, and made a quick decision. After saying this, he also skillfully performed a special disinfection.

When everything was wrapped up, it wasn’t even dark yet.

As Zhong Chengshuo expected, they got off work on time. Yin Ren stopped by and bought some roujiamos recommended by the local ghost. With each holding one, they found a secluded corner on the side of Wanxing Street and ate dinner face-to-face.

The bun was crispy and fragrant, and when the sauce hit the tongue, it burst into a mouthful of flavor. The roujiamo went straight to his belly, causing Yin Ren’s remaining unhappiness to dissipate with the night wind.

He really hadn’t tried this kind of life before. Now he was busy with his work, but he didn’t have to worry about food or clothing, and he even had someone he was close to.

It was quite novel. Lord Ghost King, who remembered eating but not beating, was satisfied and decided to buy two more roujiamos later as a midnight snack.

Since it was a while after dinner time, Zhong Chengshuo was quite hungry and ate faster than usual, which was unusual since he didn’t like this kind of thing. Zhong Chengshuo suddenly froze as he was eating and began to pant quickly.

Lord Ghost King didn’t hold back and smiled gloatingly at him. Zhong Chengshuo glared at him reproachfully and silently turned his back to him.

Yin Ren didn’t mind. “Do you want to eat mung bean shaved ice? It’s just a few steps away, and I heard it’s very healthy.”

Miss Hu Tao sincerely recommended it. She said that she often ate it when she was trying to lose weight. Being a calorie control fanatic, Zhong Chengshuo shouldn’t resist this.

Sure enough, hearing this suggestion, Zhong Chengshuo turned back around. “Okay.”


The next day. Haigu People’s Hospital. Shian Area.

After a night of treatment, Orange Head finally regained some sanity. Seeing Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo talking at the door, he subconsciously shrank to the corner, but thankfully didn’t try to escape.

Orange Head’s name was Qian Zhicheng. He was nineteen and had just muddled through high school. He currently worked in the back kitchen of a restaurant.

According to Qian Zhicheng, he hadn’t “mixed in with society for long”, and he was still at the initial stage of feeling it was “cool” to be unemployed. He was taken in by Wu Tao and learned many bad things. Now that this kind of thing happened, Qian Zhicheng didn’t even bother to take care of his hair. He let his orange hair stick to his scalp, making him look like a drenched Pomeranian.

“The police just left,” he said timidly.

“The focus of our inquiry is different from that of the police.” Yin Ren gave him a kind smile.

Seeing that beautiful, smiling face, Qian Zhicheng froze for a moment and became a bit tongue-tied. “Ah, okay. You can ask.”

After confirming the question, Qian Zhicheng wrapped himself in a blanket and started to tell the story in a stumbling manner…

On the night of Wu Tao’s death, Qian Zhicheng was indeed in the closed area, but they didn’t act together.

At the time of the incident, Wu Tao only had Peng Ge by his side.

“Peng Ge”, whose real name was Wu Pengpeng, was related by blood. In terms of seniority, he was Wu Tao’s nephew. This pair of uncle and nephew were famous gangsters on Wangxing Street and were considered “partners” in a sense.

“Peng Ge is young, so he’s not as courageous as Tao Ge… Ahem, not as courageous as Wu Tao.” Qian Zhicheng’s face turned bitter. “That night, Wu Tao said he wanted to take Peng Ge to ‘taste some excitement and open his eyes’. He said he had been watching someone who was clean and wasn’t troublesome.”

Yin Ren: “When the two of them left, they didn’t take you?”

“No, he does that often when he goes and does his thing. Wu Tao suspected that we were too young and was afraid that if we were questioned by cops, we would spill everything.”

“What is ‘doing his thing’?”

“I already told… the police! It’s looking for women to play with, but I wasn’t there, so I’m just guessing. I don’t know anything else. I really don’t!”

Qian Zhicheng hesitated and became a little emotional. As if he remembered something, he began to tremble violently again.

“Peng Ge ran back alone in the second half of the night, looking ghastly like that. Who the hell would dare go up and ask questions?! A few of us wanted to run, but no matter where we ran, we would always return to the vicinity of the factory… Thankfully the factory had some food and drinks left, so we stayed there and as far away from him as possible until the police came.”

He scratched his hair hard as his eyes darted around. He started to mumble frantically, “I don’t know anything”, “Why aren’t you afraid” and so on.

If this guy were to see Wu Tao’s death, he might actually collapse on the spot.

“That’s good.” Zhong Chengshuo stood up and said, “Have a good rest and drink plenty of hot water.”

Qian Zhicheng: “?”

Yin Ren knew this person’s “Art of Communication” illness had struck again. He glanced at Qian Zhicheng sympathetically as he dragged Zhong Chengshuo out the ward.

Next door to Qian Zhicheng was “Peng Ge” Wu Pengpeng.

Wu Pengpeng was fixed to a special patient restraint bed. There were several IV bags hanging from the infusion rack around him. In Yin Ren’s eyes, his facial features were still flat, and this “strange disease” seemed to be spreading—Wu Pengpeng’s nails had become flat, like they were painted on his fingertips.

There was a cold-eyed nurse in the ward who had a black seal on her clothes, unlike the other nurses.

“Fifteen minutes.” She waved her hand at them. “This person shows no signs that the evil qi is weakening. He’s very weak and isn’t suitable for long-term inquiries.”

Wu Pengpeng turned his head with difficulty as he tried to move his fingers. “…Ha…”

Zhong Chengshuo: “His literacy?”

“Not normal. Right now, he can’t understand words or drawings, let alone be actively writing.”

The nurse frowned slightly.

“He responds to sounds but will only answer in the same sentence. Be careful, you guys. The patient is emotionally unstable and can’t be stimulated too much.”

She skillfully changed the IV bags and took away the empty bags. Her right ear had a Shian headset, which Yin Ren could hear the call inside: [1103, 1103. Ward 4 Guo Laifu self-harming behavior suddenly appeared. Please deal with it immediately…]

“I’ll leave for a while and come back in fifteen minutes.” The nurse’s eyes were still cold as she pushed away her medical trolley. She left quickly, leaving only the sound of the bedside machine beeping softly. The smell of medicine in the ward had faded a bit.

“I have a few questions I want to ask you. Can you understand what I’m saying?” Zhong Chengshuo opened the notepad app on his phone.

Wu Pengpeng cranked his neck, looking as if he was about to nod, but that movement only turned into a weird twitch in the end. He tried to blink again, but unfortunately, his “flat eyelids” didn’t listen.

“…Ha…Ha…Bitch…” Wu Pengpeng’s voice was full of despair.

Zhong Chengshuo was unmoved by the tragic image. He continued calmly, “It seems that you can still make noise, so one ‘ha’ means yes, and two ‘ha’ means no. Let me ask again, can you understand me?”

Wu Pengpeng: “……”

Wu Pengpeng: “Ha.”

“Are you twelve years old this year?”

“Ha ha.”

“Very good.” Zhong Chengshuo nodded. “In the early morning of July 13th, did you walk around in the closed area with Wu Tao?”


“Were you planning to attack women? As far as we understand, Wu Tao claimed to have been watching someone who was ‘clean and not troublesome’.” Zhong Chengshuo was direct. “Wu Pengpeng, you’d better not lie. Between the ‘status quo’ and ‘going to jail’ you should know which one is worse.”

Wu Pengpeng’s lips trembled. “Ha…”

“Did you act with Wu Tao the entire time?”


“Did you come into contact with Wu Tao’s goal?”


“There are no other traces at the scene. Wu Tao’s attack should have been unsuccessful. Let me change the question. Did you witness Wu Tao’s death—”

“Wait, don’t—” Yin Ren didn’t have time to cover Zhong Chengshuo’s mouth.

Hearing the words “Wu Tao’s death”, Wu Pengpeng convulsed and started struggling frantically. He trembled as he tugged on the restraints, moving so fast that he even left afterimages. There were gurgling sounds coming from his throat at exact intervals, as if he had been wound up by someone. The heavy hospital bed started to shake, knocking on the floor loudly.

“Hahahahaha!” His grin became wider and wider as he cackled madly at the ceiling. “Hahahahaha, bitch!”

The evil qi around Wu Pengpeng became disordered.

“Alright, there’s no need to ask.” Yin Ren sighed. “Didn’t the nurse say he couldn’t be stimulated?”

Zhong Chengshuo blinked in confusion. “But I didn’t stimulate him.”

Yin Ren faintly glanced at him with eyes full of regret. He shook his head and walked to the hospital bed.


Something being torn sounded as Wu Pengpeng’s hospital gown was ripped open by Yin Ren.

Zhong Chengshuo was stunned. “What—?!”

Even Wu Pengpeng, who was going crazy, was also dumbfounded by this act. He froze naked on the hospital bed, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Yin Ren didn’t care. He loosened the shackles on Wu Pengpeng’s side, lowered his body, and carefully observed Wu Pengpeng’s back.

“I’ll hold him down. Go and take a picture of what’s on his back.” Yin Ren gestured to Zhong Chengshuo.

Zhong Chengshuo: “…How do you know there’s something there?”

Yin Ren: “By observing the flow of evil qi. Chapter one of the Book of Exorcism. While this man was in a frenzy, there was something collecting behind his waist. Move quickly. We can’t let this thing disappear.”

Zhong Chengshuo hurriedly acted and took dozens of photos in a row.

Yin Ren’s judgment was correct.

There was a weird palm-sized mark on Wu Pengpeng’s back. As Wu Pengpeng calmed down, it rapidly faded.

While one was holding down Wu Pengpeng, the other was frantically taking pictures. At this terrible juncture, the cold-eyed nurse opened the door.

Nurse: “…” This seemed to be different from the “inquiry” she imagined.

She was expressionless and said nothing as she cracked her knuckles.

The next moment, Zhong Chengshuo and Yin Ren felt something tight wrapped around their necks and then saw their vision spinning as they were dragged out of the ward by their collars. They both fell to the ground, and before they could speak, the door to the ward was slammed shut.

Yin Ren gazed at the ceiling and slowly spread out his arms. “Not bad for a Black Seal of Shian. They certainly have a few tricks up their sleeves.”

Zhong Chengshuo was trying to get up. “We have to send the image to Lu Xiaohe.”

“No rush.” Lord Ghost King slowly and methodically got up. “Let’s check something else and submit it together before the end of the day. Right, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Five minutes later, in an empty ward.

Zhong Chengshuo assumed a standard stand-up pose. When he spoke, his voice was cramped. “…Help with what?”

In front of Zhong Chengshuo, Yin Ren was sitting in a hospital bed. He had already untied his shirt and had his back turned to Zhong Chengshuo.

After the Gao Mengyu incident, Yin Ren fell in love with loose black shirts. The way he was undressing was a bit different from the norm—right now, Yin Ren didn’t take off his shirt completely, but only took off one sleeve, leaving the sleeve to hang loosely slanted across his skin.

A large part of his back was exposed, allowing the shimmering sunlight to bask his white skin. Yin Ren had beautiful back lines that fit his muscles perfectly; delicate and smooth like a swimming fish.

To make sure his back was exposed, Yin Ren lifted his long hair and pulled it to the front of his shoulders, faintly revealing the slender back of his neck.

The faint fragrance that made people slightly drunk reappeared, but it was more obvious than last time.

Zhong Chengshuo held his breath as he asked again, “…What do you want me to do?”

“I need you to poke at the location of the mark just now,” Yin Ren said casually. “It’s one thing to see it, but it’s different to feel it.”

“…Why do you need to feel it?”

“To study the flow of evil qi when he goes berserk,” Yin Ren answered sincerely. “Since we were driven out, I can only analyze it using myself.”

Wu Pengpeng had poor proportions. He was tall but short-legged. Yin Ren couldn’t figure out the exact location of the mark because of this. Given that he was currently surrounded by people of Shian, it wasn’t convenient for him to use one of his extra-long arms to poke himself.

Lord Ghost King didn’t want to take his work home, and it wouldn’t be a loss to ask his partner for help.

Zhong Chengshuo pursed his lips and walked over slowly. He stretched out his index finger, hesitated for a few seconds, and gently tapped Yin Ren somewhere in the back of his waist.

“Wu Pengpeng’s mark is here.”

Yin Ren’s skin was cool and smooth to the touch, but Zhong Chengshuo felt as if his fingertip had contracted a fever. A wave of numbness rippled through him.

“Sure enough, it’s really a bit off.” Yin Ren hummed in response and started to calculate the flow of evil qi in his head. “Draw to the lower left a little bit. Move slowly and try to follow the muscles.”

“……Okay.” Zhong Chengshuo moved his fingers imperceptibly.

His fingertip movements were slow, like a drop of warm water sliding on skin.

The room was quiet. Yin Ren had missed a few strands of hair that were still hanging around his back, which shook slightly with his movements.

“Actually, we’ve asked a lot of things already,” Zhong Chengshuo suddenly said.

Yin Ren divided his attention from his calculations and responded, “What?”

“The murderer’s behavior is somewhat inconsistent,” Zhong Chengshuo whispered. “Wu Tao was choked to death by insect corpses. This was due to the hand of a corpse servant, but looking at Wu Tao’s death, his murder seems ritualistic, and his corpse was handled very delicately.”


“Assuming that the clues provided by Wu Pengpeng are correct, Wu Tao attacked a woman that night, but the police had checked surveillance records and found nothing.”

“If she was a simple victim, there’s no need to avoid surveillance… The possibility of her being killed by the murderer is also very low. After all, Wu Pengpeng is still alive as a witness.”

“I understand what you want to say.” Yin Ren let out a low laugh. “If she’s a corpse servant, this matter doesn’t make sense.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes flashed. “Yes.”

“Let’s see. If she was really attacked suddenly, it’s understandable that she would fight back with the insect corpses. Her first reaction should be to flee rather than remain in that location and cut up human flesh.”

Yin Ren adjusted his sitting posture, and his tone became more relaxed.

“Either that, or she has long been eyeing Wu Tao and wanted to use his corpse as a background, but then she didn’t need to use insect corpses and leave clues behind to reveal her identity.” They had all entered a new era. Wasn’t a stun gun just as good?

“You sound like you have your own guess,” Zhong Chengshuo stopped his movements.

“Probably the same as yours.”

Yin Ren turned his head. His eyes were glowing faintly red in the sun. He curved them as he smiled slyly.

“…There may be two murderers. At least when Wu Tao was killed, there were at least two people at the scene, excluding Wu Pengpeng.”

“Nn.” Zhong Chengshuo began to slide his fingertips again. “The woman who was attacked was most likely an unregistered corpse servant. When she was attacked by Wu Tao, those insect corpses were her self-defense in a moment of panic.”

“When Wu Tao was struggling, another person intervened and divided his body up by some means. It’s very likely that Wu Pengpeng witnessed all this and was affected by it, showing mental abnormalities.”

“In this way, that inexplicable sense of division made sense. The problem is, what’s the intention of the corpse splitter… It’s not clear to me why the death scene was set up like that. I can’t draw any conclusions from it.”

“It’s only been two days. Don’t worry.” Yin Ren became a bit drowsy from the sun and yawned. “Hey, hey. Stop. Where you were just now, remember to take a picture for me.

“What? Oh, this—”

Before Zhong Chengshuo could finish, the door to the ward was opened. The cold-eyed nurse was staring at the two of them expressionlessly.

Yin Ren glanced at himself, who was exposed, and quickly laughed. “Uh, I can explain…”

Bang, bang.

This time, the two of them were thrown directly into the elevator.

“…Zhong Ge, now we can submit our work report.” Yin Ren casually pulled on his shirt and checked the time on his phone.

Zhong Chengshuo continued to struggle to get up, finally showing a trace of grievance on his face.


That night. Room 601, Building 4, Ping’an Manor, Zhong Chenghuo’s home.

“Night run?” Yin Ren was holding a large bucket of rum ice cream with a spoon in his mouth.

“Yes. I run at least three times a week.” Zhong Chengshuo replied while changing into his running shoes. “I’ll be home before eleven. My dad made braised knuckles with rock sugar, so I’ll bring some back when I return.”

“Thank uncle for me.” Yin Ren’s tone was extremely sincere.

“Do you want to go for a run together?”

“No.” Lord Ghost King climbed back to the sofa and continued hugging his ice cream bucket. “Leave me and let me gain weight alone.”

He was really too lazy to move but had to put on a show for it. In fact, even if Yin Ren ate all the people of Haigu, he wouldn’t even gain a single pound.

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t try to persuade him and went out by himself.

It was just that his night run deviated a little bit from the normal route.

More than an hour later, Zhong Chengshuo was standing in front of the warehouse again. He wiped his sweat and entered the basement. He rummaged through a box at the top of the shelf, picked up a glass tube carved with runes, and took out a case of sample protectant.

After finishing his preparations, he took out a small bag from his pocket.

The bag was similar to the glass tube and was also painted in dazzling runes. It wasn’t until Zhong Chengshuo opened the bag that the contents inside were revealed.

It was a handful of dark hair.

Zhong Chengshuo sealed them up, pulled out a pen, and quickly wrote a line on the label.

[Yin Ren (?), July 13, 20xx]

The broken hair lay quietly in the sample protectant, as black as the bottom of the abyss.

Zhong Chengshuo carefully examined it for a moment, then put it in the sample basket on a certain level of the shelf. Under the pale light, countless strange specimens floated and sank in glass tubes.

A trace of minced meat, a tooth, a piece of strange-colored skin… Roughly speaking, the contents weren’t the same.

However, at the moment he was about to leave, Zhong Chengshuo hesitated.

After a few seconds of stagnation, he turned back to the shelf and picked out the hair sample again.

He stared at it quietly.

After a long time, Zhong Chengshuo let out a soft sigh. He removed it from the computer desk and placed it in the most conspicuous position.

With a click, the lights went out.

Everything sank back into darkness.

The author has something to say:

Nurse 1103, at this moment, surpassed Fu Xingchuan and became the strongest combat power in Haigu (×

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Evil As Humans Ch30

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 30: Strange Disease

Yin Ren didn’t intend to report his findings. What a joke! He was just an innocent entry-level ghost master, and such a rookie wouldn’t be able to see such exciting information.

Before the smell of the Evil Spirit completely dissipated, Yin Ren deliberately placed the insect corpse on his phone.

His phone instantly became excited. “Woof woof woof!”

…It was no coincidence that the phone responded to him back then.

It was strange. He didn’t know how to feel after sleeping for a thousand years, and now there were Evil Spirits and detectors for them everywhere. Of the six sealed evil Evil Spirits plus Yin Ren himself, only seven had emerged in a thousand years. Could it be that an eighth would come soon?

Yin Ren decided to reserve his opinion.

Evil qi wasn’t easy to hide. As soon as he emerged from the seal, the metaphysical institutions within a radius of 800 miles were completely under martial law. This was the result of his deliberate suppression of power.

If a new Evil Spirit were born, it would be impossible for Shian to remain silent. There could be no other secrets in it.

Considering that it was time to get off work, Lord Ghost King didn’t want to think too much about it. He chewed on the milk tart as he knocked on Zhong Chengshuo’s bedroom door.

“What’s the matter?”

“Do you have scissors? I want to trim my hair,” Yin Ren said.

His hair really needed a touch-up. His bangs and sideburns were long, which was fine a thousand years ago, but now the rate of people turning heads to look at him was too high.

Yin Ren could theoretically shorten his hair on his own, but that would be a bit too suspicious. Taking a step back, Zhong Chengshuo was monitoring his spending. Not only that, if “parts” of an Evil Spirit were to land inside a barbershop, the owner and subsequent customers would suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck.

Thus, he could only do this himself.

As usual, Zhong Chengshuo didn’t let him down. “I have special scissors. I can help you cut your hair, but you have to wash it first.”

“You know how to cut hair?”

“I don’t like barber shops.” Zhong Chengshuo stood up and grabbed a small toolbox. When he opened it, there were a myriad of hair scissors, clippers, and an old-fashioned shear inside.

“Why don’t you like the barber shops?” When Yin Ren asked this, Zhong Chengshuo had already put on disposable gloves and tied a bib on Yin Ren.

“Haircuts are getting more expensive, and the hairdressers often talk a lot.” Zhong Chengshuo held a hand of Yin Ren’s long hair and said, “Do you want to cut it short? How short?”

“Not short. I just want to trim the front.”

Yin Ren liked his long hair dearly. They could ensure that even when he was lying on the sofa, the tips of his hair could reach food on the coffee table, which was quite convenient.

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t say anything else.

He adjusted his glasses and started to cut Yin Ren’s hair. The cold metal occasionally would touch Yin Ren’s face, giving a feeling of coolness that was covered by warm breath, which felt wonderful.

Yin Ren suddenly realized that this was the first time in his life that he had “cut his hair”.

At some point, Zhong Chengshuo replaced the scissors with a sharp razor. He drew the razor close to Yin Ren’s face in a smooth, clean motion. The blade scraped against the black hair, making a soft rustle. It seemed as if the razor came to life in his hands. The light of the blade was like a dense, cold rain, creating a faint chilling air that slid down the blade.

This kid is really good with knives. Yin Ren lowered his eyes.

The piece of metal brushed against Yin Ren’s long hair and lightly rubbed against his skin. Then it followed Yin Ren’s cheek all the way down to his neck. In the mirror stained with water mist, the contrast between metallic gray and pale skin was quite conspicuous.

Yin Ren didn’t seem to notice that he was staring calmly at the mirror as his body moved up and down to the rhythm of his breathing.

The delicate blade rubbed against his skin; the touch was cold and thin, like a light kiss. Finally, the sharp blade became like a steel butterfly and gently rested on Yin Ren’s neck.

That was the location closest to the artery.

In the mirror, Zhong Chengshuo’s face was hidden by the mist; only a pair of black eyes were extremely dazzling.

Both of them were motionless, and neither of them spoke.

Yin Ren narrowed his eyes. He didn’t have the slightest anxiety in his heart—even if this kid cut off his head on the spot, he could instantly grow three back. If things really came to that point, the one who would die wouldn’t be him.

More than being nervous, Yin Ren was more curious about the next development.

The small room was silent for more than twenty seconds.

“…Is it okay to have your sideburns in this position?” Zhong Chengshuo asked softly.

“Yes,” Yin Ren replied casually.

Zhong Chengshuo hummed and started to move his hand again. After a while, the razor was replaced by a hair dryer.

Yin Ren had to admit that Comrade Zhong Chengshuo’s skills were quite good. Though he still had long hair up to his waist, as long as it was tied up in a ponytail, the heterogeneous feeling of being out of time disappeared instantly. Now, with his bangs and sideburns cut just right, he looked light and sprightly.

“Done. Personally, I suggest you take a shower and wash away all the hair debris.” Zhong Chengshuo nodded and took off his disposable gloves. “I’ll clean the place. Remember to take out the trash tonight.”

“Nn.” Yin Ren tied up his long hair with satisfaction, ruffling through the freshly trimmed strands.

There was no need to take out the trash. The excess hair would decompose into evil spirits and be recycled by him. After all, the garbage men were innocent, and these hairs were still dangerous goods…

And much more.

Yin Ren picked up a pinch of wet, broken hair.

Perhaps because of the separation from his body, the evil qi in the broken hair was extremely weak, and the degree of vitality had also decreased.

Yin Ren was actively suppressing it at the moment. The evil qi in the broken hair hadn’t been exposed. This subtle difference in “freshness” could only be vaguely noticed by Yin Ren, the owner.

If Yin Ren didn’t control it, the evil qi in the broken hair would spread unscrupulously, contaminating everything it encountered.

For example, a small insect corpse.

Yin Ren let go of the hair causing it to fall back to the floor.

It seemed like it may be the birth of a new friend. He felt that there was something off with the smell on the insect corpse, and now it seemed that the evil qi wasn’t fresh and strong.

Most likely, the source wasn’t “original goods”.

Depending on the degree of change in the odor, the insect corpse could have come into contact with two kinds of things—either a small fragment of the Evil Spirit’s body or objects that were seriously contaminated by the Evil Spirit.

According to Shian’s information, there were six Evil Spirits still under seal. It was impossible for anyone to obtain fragments of their body, but if it was an object that was affected by an Evil Spirit, it could give off their smell… It was hard to say.

Unfortunately, after he became an Evil Spirit, he didn’t have time to smell his six predecessors, so he couldn’t tell which of them lost something in the garbage dump.

How unfortunate.’ Yin Ren couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

What about the promise that a newcomer’s work was similar to <Approaching Science>? First the gap, now a part of an Evil Spirit. It was more like “Approaching Hell” instead.


Facts proved that the overtime the police put in was more intense than that of Shian. The next day, a lot of information appeared on Lu Xiaohe’s display.

“Officer Sun has made some progress. On the night of the crime, Wu Tao deliberately avoided all the cameras and stayed at the edge of their blind spots in the closed area.”

Lu Xiaohe had changed into a t-shirt with “Hair comes back after it’s gone” printed on it. Her tone was full of energy.

“Wu Tao recently got very close to a few gangsters on Wanxing Road. According to the investigation, they often move around the closed area, so most likely they are doing something shady.”

After all, except for a few small numbers of homeless people, no one lived in the closed area.

“The preliminary analysis of the trace inspection has come out. There are traces of a fight scene that were fresh, but it didn’t look intense, and they were not able to find biological samples of another person.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Are there any new discoveries from forensics?”

“New discoveries? In order to figure out Wu Tao’s circumstances, forensics had to call in all their pathologists in the middle of the night. I have a few friends in that circle who were complaining about blood and tears, saying that their blood pressure will rise whenever they see minced meat now.”

 Zhong Chengshuo: “…” So that means there are no new clues.

“But Xiao Yin’s point yesterday was very good. I have made some metaphysical discoveries.”

Lu Xiaohe bent down and took out a large book from her backpack by the table.

The book looked older than everyone present combined. The pages were conspicuously yellow, as if they had been soaked in tea, and it was thick enough to be used as a murder weapon. The book cover was made of a dark yellow material, and on it was printed <The Book of Exorcism> by “Zhong Yi”.

Zhong Chengshuo: “This is?”

“A No. 1 must-read for senior cultivators.” Lu Xiaohe put the book on her lap and flipped through it. “For fear of missing details or miscommunication, there’s no vernacular book for this thing, so it’s not easy for me to check it.”

Zhong Chengshuo’s gaze stopped for a while on the word “Zhong Yi”.

“I have never heard of this author,” he said.

“I don’t know about other places, but the non-science posts in Shian call him the ‘Great Heavenly Master’. They say he’s a super fierce man who was able to seal six Evil Spirits alone. It’s said that many cultivators worship him at home, similar to merchants worshiping the god of wealth.”

Lu Xiaohe tapped on her keyboard, and an ancient painting filled the screen.

In the ancient painting, there was a black-faced man with big arms and a round waist. He was dressed in gold and jade battle armor, with a long beard, a fierce face, and muscles so swollen they were about to burst out. The painting portrayed him stepping on a headless ghost, holding a long-handled broadsword, as he glared angrily outside the painting.

Yin Ren exclaimed, “Wow.”

The glaring was so intense that it seemed as if his eyes were about to fall out.

“In the historical records, Zhong Yi hated evil with vengeance. He killed all the demons and ghosts in the world, leaving behind numerous records of evil beings for later generations. This person was loyal to the imperial court at the beginning and had the backing of the Huaji Division—you can regard them as the predecessor for Shian.”

Lu Xiaohe sighed.

Zhong Chengshuo: “Are we public* now?”

*Clarity: As in a part of the government that serves the public.

“Not exactly. The group has its own business. For example, a classmate of mine is engaged in technology in the department next door. They developed a new AR technology that’s selling pretty well this year. She’s also a neuroscientist and is a red seal here and has brought a lot of data on evil beings in the past.”

The same kind of neuroscientist, Ms. Lu, spoke full of admiration.

Zhong Chengshuo, Yin Ren: “……” It appears that using the experience of fighting ghosts to improve the realism of AR produced satisfactory results.

“Forget it. We’re getting off topic.” Lu Xiaohe patted the book. “Anyway, this book has been revised several times as many cultivators have added their own insights and experiences. You can think of it as an encyclopedia of the metaphysical world.”

She closed the imposing ancient painting and replaced it with a scanned page from the book filled with text.

The words in the article were extremely obscure. Being a top student, Zhong Chengshuo could handle it, but Yin Ren felt dizzy after reading it. God forbid, his literacy and reading skills were extremely limited, and he had never read any serious books before.

Lu Xiaohe thoughtfully translated it. “In the middle of the Gong Dynasty, Linzhou—now near Lincheng in Province V—had records of a rogue corpse servant. The person was a peasant woman who lived in the village. Her husband died young, leaving her with a blind sister and a son and daughter.”

“There was a drought in Linzhou in the past year. Seeing her situation, a kind neighbor came to deliver food, feeling pity for her young children, but discovered a faint smell coming from the house. When he went to check, he saw the woman eating at the same table with three mummified corpses.”

“The three corpses were shriveled and rotting, but they moved as flexibly as if they were living. Two of the corpses were children that clung to the woman silently, as if they were acting coquettishly. The woman looked as thin as a twig, but she left the food to the corpse children around her arms. The neighbor was so frightened that he dropped the bowl of food. When the woman noticed the guest, she hurriedly greeted him, but what she said was incomprehensible… Basically, the original text said ‘talking crazily in some ghost language that wasn’t human speech’.”

“What happened afterwards?” Yin Ren propped up his chin and listened with relish.

The version he heard was just “people went crazy”, and as far as how crazy, he didn’t know the details.

“Later, the people in the village were so scared that they beat the woman to death and burned all four bodies along with the house.”

Yin Ren: “…Isn’t that going a bit too far?”

“Who’s to say?” Lu Xiaohe shrugged. “Coupled with Qin Ge’s case, it’s very likely there has been a huge change around a rogue corpse servant, such as the death of a relative. This can be regarded as a direction for your investigation.”

“What about the dicing technique of the living?” Yin Ren was still brooding about this matter.

“No clue.” Lu Xiaohe laughed dryly.

“First, follow the clues we have. Today, you two don’t have to go out in the field. Let’s go dig through the deaths in Haigu in the past six months. I have divided it equally and sent it to your emails.”

Although he was mentally prepared for this kind of carpet investigation, Yin Ren became more shriveled as more time passed on his investigation. He wasn’t allowed to eat in the office area, which made him agitated that he had to maintain this human form.

“What a long table.” Yin Ren dragged his mouse painfully as he titled his head to lie on the table.

When his seal broke, he had imagined many possible opponents but didn’t think there would be one named “Excel“. He and Zhong Chengshuo sat for most of the day but didn’t even go through half the list. They saw all kinds of modern diseases and methods of death.

After lunch, even the tender lamb and fatty roasted goat failed to dispel the numbness in Yin Ren’s eyes.

Was this the legendary “easy civilian job”? Fortunately, he didn’t insist on choosing the civilian job. Yin Ren even thanked the stars that he managed to narrowly avoid a catastrophe.

Time passed, and with each minute, Lord Ghost King felt an imminent collapse. Just when Yin Ren was about to slide under the table, Zhong Chengshuo spoke up, seemingly unable to ignore his state any longer.

“Don’t bend your waist. Be careful that you might slip a disc and get a hernia.”

Despite it being almost the end of the day, Zhong Chengshuo’s sitting posture remained the same.

Yin Ren ignored him and wilted his head. “Just in time. Let me ask, I can understand drunk driving, but what’s drug driving? Can people still drive after eating poison*?”

*Clarity: The term used here is drug/poison (). This is why Yin Ren is confused, as the modern usage refers to something much different than in the past.

There were too many strange diseases and terms, and Yin Ren was too lazy to look them up one by one. He gave up the manual search and instead used his partner as a voice-activated search engine instead. Anyway, their mouths were idle, and Zhong Chengshuo didn’t mind answering his questions.

Unfortunately, Lord Ghost King had to wait for his answer as Zhong Chengshuo’s cellphone rang.

“Hello, Uncle Sun? ……I see. Let’s go now.”

Yin Ren groaned. “Spare me. There’s only half an hour left before work—”

“Emergency field work.”

“What kind of work?” Lu Xiaohe and Yin Ren asked at the same time, the former’s tone being curious while the latter’s was lifeless.

“Uncle Sun is trying to track down the few gangsters who are familiar with Wu Tao. So far, they’ve managed to track them to the closed area, but there’s something wrong with the police dogs—they seem to all go on collective strike and are unwilling to approach the closed area.”

Zhong Chengshuo adjusted his glasses and straightened the folds on his clothes.

“The detectors have also failed and can’t be used properly. If they were to solely rely on manual investigation, the workload would be too large. Uncle Sun hopes that Shian can provide technical support.”

Yin Ren: “…What’s the hurry? You’re a science post. It’s not like you can help much even if you go.”

“I’m your partner, and I must act with you. Aren’t you going to go?” Zhong Chengshuo said it with surprise.

Yin Ren: “……”

Yin Ren’s facial expression twisted. “I’ll go.”

While muttering, he quietly opened Coffin Nails: [@Hu Tao, Is there anything delicious near Wanxing Road? Urgently need 😫]

He even ding* her mercilessly.

*Basically, a reminder notification you send.


Fortunately, things weren’t as troublesome as Yin Ren had imagined.

Shian was experienced in dealing with such matters and had a complete set of existing plans. The group’s work roles were quickly assigned to everyone.

Yin Ren could detect the path of the evil qi, Zhong Chengshuo was frighteningly good with directions, and Lu Xiaohe’s drone had a strong anti-interference function. One checked for evil qi, one created a route, and the last scanned the premises. It could be that they didn’t want to work overtime, so all three of them cooperated very smoothly.

In less than two hours, the group found the gangsters.

Compared to the middle-aged and elderly homeless people who were usually alone, the four young men stood out conspicuously in the scan results.

The lookout had dyed orange hair, pimples on his face, and metal piercings on his ears, nose, and lip. He looked around with bloodshot eyes and an air of unruliness.

Looking at Officer Sun’s complicated expression, this was probably someone who regarded the detention center as his main home.

However, this time, seeing Sun Qinghui’s police badge, he didn’t show any resistance. As if meeting an old friend from thousands of miles away, Orange Head’s nose turned red, and tears gushed down his face.

“Comrade Policemen!!!”

Orange Head scrambled over and knelt down, clinging to Sun Qinghui’s legs, refusing to let go.

“Help, comrade policemen—!”

Seeing the gangster cooperate so enthusiastically for the first time, several police officers looked at each other in puzzlement.

“We’ve been trapped here for two days!” Orange Head was sobbing, with tears and snot flowing everywhere. “Our phones have no signal! I can’t walk out. No matter where I go in this shitty place, it’s like ghosts hitting the wall*. Wuwuwu… Peng Ge also has a strange illness. He’s so sick that it’s fucking scary. Wahhhhhhh—”

*(鬼打) Idiom referring to one’s self-perception getting blurred, so you don’t know where you’re going and end up walking in circles. When you tell someone about this experience, it’s difficult for them to understand, so it ends up being “ghost hitting the wall” (as in, a ghost is supposed to pass through a wall, but somehow ends up hitting it instead).

Sun Qinghui: “…You, get up first. Don’t panic and speak properly.”

Officer Sun took out the thermos cup he was carrying and poured a cup of tea for Orange Head. Orange Head was obviously thirsty. He swallowed the tea in three gulps and even licked the bottom of Sun Qinghui’s cup lid.

Sun Qinghui sighed and handed over the rest of the thermos. “Drink.”

“I, ahem, I was outside looking to see if there was anyone around, hoping to find someone to ask for help.” After he drank the entire thermos, Orange Head finally had the strength to speak. “There are three brothers inside, one of whom is very sick… Let me tell you, it’s really scary, but we dare not send Peng Ge out for fear that he will die, so we’ve been staying here…”

He spoke incoherently, and his eyes were full of fear.

Sun Qinghui frowned and turned to two young policemen. “Xiao Ai, Xiao Zhang, you two contact 120. The rest of you follow me. Young man, lead the way.”

Orange Head frantically nodded. He wiped the tears and snot from his face, shivered, then looked around for a while before he suddenly jumped.

“Can’t you guys see him?” He pointed to Yin Ren and screamed, “There someone there! That one! ……No, that long-haired enchantress*!”

*(妖精) Depending on context, it can be translated in different ways, but the overall meaning is a gorgeous supernatural being that’s very alluring.

Sun Qinghui: “……”

Sun Qinghui: “…Don’t be nervous. We can see him. He’s a third-party appraiser comrade who cooperates with us.”

It seemed that Orange Head’s spirit was on the verge of collapse. His eyes darted wildly as he kept nervously looking at Yin Ren from time to time. Yin Ren snorted and adjusted his work ID in the most conspicuous position.

After making sure that the people around him could indeed interact with Yin Ren, Orange Head was finally willing to lead the way.

These gangsters had found an empty factory building and established it as their base.

The factory building was spacious. The ground was full of ruins mixed in with crushed beer cans and to-go containers, which attracted dozens of flies that were buzzing around. The walls were painted with unsightly graffiti, and there were spray cans piled up in the corners.

The other two gangsters hid among the paint cans, where they nearly buried themselves in them. Even seeing that someone was coming in, the two didn’t dare to come out and just continued to stare in a certain direction…

It was near a window.

Below the window, a few camping mattresses were laid out in a mess. The mattresses were covered with suspicious stains, and there were a few dirty condoms lying around.

In the center of the pile of mattresses, a young man was lying upright.

The man was quiet. He faced the window with his back to the group, as if he were admiring the sunlight. Sun Qinghui shouted “hey” a few times, but the man remained motionless.

“Don’t go over there.” Seeing Officer Sun about to step forward, Orange Head hurriedly grabbed him. “Don’t. Don’t go over. There’s something seriously wrong with Peng Ge. None of us dared approach him… You, be careful!”

Zhong Chengshuo decisively gestured to Officer Sun. Before he could speak, Zhong Chengshuo had already taken the lead and stepped forward.

At first, the person lying down didn’t react at all, but when Zhong Chengshuo stepped within two meters of the man, the man’s body shook and he suddenly sat up, like a zombie.

He turned his head and looked at Zhong Chengshuo.

When Yin Ren saw the young man’s face clearly, he felt dizzy for a moment. It’s over. It’s impossible to get off work on time today.

The young man’s eyebrows, nose, and mouth were all “printed” on his face.

They were fine and vivid, but they lacked bumps, as if they were all on the same plane, like a ball wrapped around a poster of a human’s face. When the man blinked, Yin Ren saw the changes in the line without any undulation in his eyelids, giving him a sense of incongruity like a valley of terror.

Yin Ren felt that this feeling was a bit familiar. Thousands of years ago, craftsmen made puppets for children. Their facial features were carefully painted on the wooden balls used for their heads, which bore an uncanny resemblance to what he was seeing now.


“Peng Ge” turned to Zhong Chengshuo stiffly and took the initiative to speak. His voice was hoarse, and there was almost a desperate cry in his laugh.

Zhong Chengshuo subconsciously became vigilant and lowered his center of gravity. “What?”

“…Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back?”

Peng Ge’s eyes were bloodshot as he moved forward, crying and laughing.

“Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back?”

“Haha, bitch. You’re here now but want to go back?”

“…You’re here now but want to go back?”

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhong: ? I’m getting scolded again.

Xiao Yin: Damn it, I have to work overtime again.

Kinky Thoughts:

Wait until Yin Ren finds out about “PowerPoint”.

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