On the empty night street, a short and dark figure was burying his head and running wildly.
The mist exhaled from his lungs dissipated in the freezing cold night. Except for when District Three was annihilated, Old Man Ding had never run this hard in his entire life. That pair of feet that hadn't done much heavy work felt like they were filled with lead at this moment, fundamentally not listening to orders.
"Ghost... there's a ghost!" Old Man Ding muttered to himself weakly and powerlessly while running.
He didn't know the roads of Aurora City, so he could only drill back and forth in the Alleyways like a headless fly. His brain, messed up into paste, also didn't know where to run. He only thought about risking his life to escape from that ghost, the farther the better;
Even up until now he didn't dare to turn his head to take a look, deeply afraid that once he turned his head, Fang Lichang's face would appear behind him.
Finally, Old Man Ding couldn't run anymore.
His whole person sat down weakly leaning against the edge of the wall, sweating like rain. He held his breath and cautiously glanced back. There weren't any traces of people on the empty street. He finally let out a long sigh of relief...
"If I had known earlier that I would encounter that kind of eerie plaything, beat me to death and I also wouldn't have given him whatever crappy testimony!" Old Man Ding cursed secretly.
But when his gaze searched past the ordinary and low residential buildings around him, and saw that luxurious hotel standing tall in the center of the city again, within those narrow eyes, greed and desire still defeated the temporary terror.
Old Man Ding slowly got up. Just at this time, a figure draped in a black windbreaker swept past the street, rapidly arriving in front of him.
"Old Man Ding, why are you here? Where are the rest of them?"
The moment he saw that face, Old Man Ding's complexion changed greatly. With a plop, he sat down on the ground again, his face incomparably pale!
"Old Man Ding, what are you doing?" Fang Lichang frowned and spoke. "I'm asking you a question!"
"Y-y-y-you... who exactly are you??"
Old Man Ding was completely dumbfounded. He had just escaped from the hotel, and encountered this demon-like face again... A color of despair that was hard to conceal emerged in his eyes.
Seeing this, Fang Lichang walked straight forward. Grabbing his collar, he lifted his whole person up, and whipped a slap onto Old Man Ding's face, emitting a crisp sound.
"Sober up a bit, I am Prosecutor Fang Lichang! I ask you, what exactly happened in the hotel just now??" Fang Lichang's tone was incomparably stern.
This slap fanned Old Man Ding's brain a bit clearer. He stared blankly at Fang Lichang before him. He suddenly felt that the other party's tone and expression seemed somewhat different from the one in the hotel just now... This one before his eyes was more like the Lord Prosecutor in his memory.
"Are you really Lord Prosecutor?" Old Man Ding asked probing. "You're not possessed by a ghost anymore?"
"What possession or not, what are you talking about?"
Hearing this, Old Man Ding finally confirmed his judgment. He almost hugged Fang Lichang and cried out loud on the spot. He hurriedly and flusteredly retold everything that happened in the hotel just now. And as Fang Lichang listened to Old Man Ding's description, his complexion also became increasingly ugly.
"What [Six of Spades], it's merely a rat playing god and acting like ghosts." Fang Lichang coldly snorted. "I chased out and searched for a long time just now, and didn't see his shadow either. I thought it was probably luring the tiger away from the mountain... Now it seems, it's indeed so."
"Then, then he is now..."
"Rest assured. With you following by my side, he doesn't dare to do anything to you."
Old Man Ding instantly swallowed a tranquilizer pill. With this Lord protecting by the side, the terror in his heart had already dissipated mostly. He leaned beside Fang Lichang, a flattering smile revealing on his face.
"Okay, okay, Lord Prosecutor is wise and martial! In front of you, that whatever Spades definitely won't even dare to let out a fart."
"Follow me. Before the court opens, I'll take you to a safe place first."
Fang Lichang turned around and walked towards the end of the Alleyway. Seeing this, Old Man Ding hurriedly followed, deeply afraid of falling behind by half a step.
The two just walked like this for a long time, finally arriving in front of an abandoned Warehouse. The dim Warehouse stood tall in an Unregarded corner. The closest street around was also several kilometers away. Old Man Ding asked in confusion:
"Lord, this... this is the safe place you spoke of?"
Just now he was still living in the luxurious and high-end Meili Hotel, and now he suddenly arrived in front of an abandoned Warehouse again... This huge disparity made Old Man Ding's heart extremely uncomfortable, his brows tightly furrowing together.
"The Meili Hotel is too high-profile, so it was targeted by someone. The location here is remote, it's absolutely safe."
"This... sigh." Old Man Ding tangled for a long time, feeling that what the Lord Prosecutor said also made sense. Just as he was about to agree, he heard a series of continuous lip-smacking sounds coming from the side.
He only saw that in the dim and deathly silent Wilderness, Fang Lichang suddenly started moving his mouth continuously. It was as if there was something inside about to crawl out. His tongue continuously sucked the gaps between his teeth, emitting bursts of strange sounds.
"Lord, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing... just suddenly felt there's something in my mouth." Fang Lichang turned around, speaking with a somewhat uncomfortable expression. "Help me take a look."
Old Man Ding leaned his face in front of Fang Lichang's mouth, barely looking inside using the dim moonlight.
As the mouth continuously squirmed, something stuck onto the tip of the scarlet tongue suddenly stretched out like a snake...
It was a [Six of Spades].
The moment he saw this Playing Card, Old Man Ding only felt a peal of thunder explosively sounding in his mind. He stiffly and astonishingly raised his head slowly.
Under the pale moonlight, an exaggerated and bizarre smile gradually hooked up on "Fang Lichang's" face:
"Guess... who am I?"
"Ah... ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Old Man Ding screamed until he almost lost his voice. There was no longer the slightest trace of blood color on his face. At this moment he had the illusion that even his brain marrow had been frightened into boiling and churning... His last bit of rationality was thoroughly pierced through by a smile.
Old Man Ding arduously strode out his shivering legs, turning around and running wildly towards the distance. He already didn't know what he should do. The only thought in his mind was to stay as far away from that monster as possible!
As Old Man Ding went further away, a formless python slid off from "Fang Lichang's" body. Flexibly and agilely, it climbed onto Old Man Ding's neck, sucking greedily.
Under the pale moonlight, Chen Ling plucked off the [Six of Spades] at the tip of his tongue. With a gentle shake, he turned it back into the appearance of chewing gum, stuffed it back into his mouth, and chewed leisurely and comfortably.
"Run, fear... Immerse into The Role that belongs to you."
"We have enough time... to complete this Performance together."
With his hands tucked in his pockets and chewing gum, Chen Ling unhurriedly continued to chase towards the direction Old Man Ding left.