My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 132

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But now? What was one more murder on their hands? They were already deep in it. Might as well bet it all on this chance. It was worth it.

Right then, a tall skinny guy walking next to Scarface frowned and glanced ahead at the two people. "Brother, what do we do? Those two have been sticking together the whole time, we don't have a chance to make a move."

"Shut up!" Scarface snapped.

He was starting to get annoyed too. They'd originally planned to take down just one of them, keep things simple. But the other guy refused to leave. Fine then—he'd go down too.

"Screw it. Guess it's just his unlucky day. Take them both," Scarface said bluntly, spitting on the ground.

These fugitives weren't scared of anything. Some of them were even cracking their knuckles, ready to go. They followed Scarface, speeding up, seven or eight of them in total.

But then they noticed—the two people ahead of them sped up too. They'd been spotted!

Scarface cursed under his breath. They had to succeed this time. If they blew it, they might never get another shot. "After them!"

No more hiding. The group took off running. But no matter how fast they ran, the two ahead twisted and turned through the alleys, and they just couldn't catch up.

And the surroundings were getting more and more deserted. It was summer, and though the nights weren't as hot as the days, the temperature was still high—but suddenly, they all felt a chill creeping over them.

Someone was starting to lose their nerve, but no one dared say anything—not while Scarface was still going.

They were just about to catch up when—bam—the two people ahead vanished. Gone, just like that. The group refused to believe it. They searched around, circling the area, but found nothing. Not a trace.

Scarface spat again. "They were just here. They can't have gone far. Keep looking!"

He turned his head—and realized two of their guys were gone. Scarface frowned. "Where'd they go?!"

The others seemed to only now realize something was off. Their teammates were missing, and uneasiness spread through the group. "I... I don't know, boss. I've got a bad feeling about this. Maybe we should get out of here."

"Shut the hell up! You really think there's such a thing as ghosts?" Scarface still sounded calm. "Someone's messing with us. Keep searching!"

But as they kept looking, two more guys vanished. Now there were only three left besides Scarface—and they were losing it. "B-Boss, they just disappeared... just like that."

Scarface's eyelid twitched. Before he could say anything, he turned—and two more were gone.

Now it was just him and the tall skinny guy.

The tall one was practically shaking with fear, voice cracking as he cried out, "Boss, we gotta run!"

Scarface didn't respond. He knew—they weren't getting out of this.

Just then, both Scarface and the tall guy felt a tap on their shoulders. They turned—and saw a woman.

Her voice was soft and ghostly. "Hey, big brother... are you looking for someone?"

Scarface's eyelid twitched hard. His clothes were drenched in sweat. The tall guy was even worse—he could barely stand.

He stammered, "B-Boss... sh-she just appeared out of nowhere..."

Scarface didn't need to be told—he could tell this woman was off. And then, they finally saw her face.

Pale as paper. A stiff expression. Bright red blush on her cheeks.

She smiled at them.

Even in broad daylight, that face would've made someone jump—let alone now, in the dead of night, when Scarface and the tall skinny guy were already on the edge of breaking down.

The tall guy let out a high-pitched scream, rolled his eyes back, and straight-up fainted from fear.

Scarface, at least, didn't pass out. He gripped his knife tighter, roared, and stabbed forward.

The woman in front of him instantly collapsed like a deflated balloon, crumpling to the ground. Scarface, heart pounding, bent down to check—and realized there was no woman at all. It was just a paper effigy.

A cold sweat broke out all over his body. His scalp tingled. He reached out to shake the tall guy awake—when suddenly something wet hit his face.

Something smacked right into him, and his face was instantly soaked. He instinctively reached up to touch it—his hand came away covered in black, sticky gunk that stank to high heaven. He gagged on the spot and vomited.

The culprit, Pang Pang, had spat the nasty stuff all over Scarface's face. When Scarface actually threw up, Pang Pang got pissed. "You dare to puke? Tch, tch, tch!"

Now Scarface wasn't just covered in black goo on his face—his whole body was a mess.

He heard a voice, looked up—and saw a piglet.

A piglet. Talking.

Pigs weren't supposed to talk. Pigs couldn't talk.

Choking back the stench, Scarface muttered to himself, "This... this has to be a dream..."

Pang Pang walked closer—and in a flash, the tiny piglet ballooned up to dozens of times its original size. Its once-cute face twisted into something monstrous. Then, without warning, it charged right at Scarface.

Scarface felt a rush of heat down his legs, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed, completely out cold.

Pang Pang stomped the ground in frustration. "What the heck? I didn't even touch him yet!"

No physical damage, but the mental trauma? Top tier.

Jiang Yiqing had been watching the whole thing, excitedly dragging Wen Xiuyan along to enjoy the show. This group? Total lightweights. He thought they'd be tough, but they all passed out from a paper effigy.

Well, except for Scarface—he held on a bit longer, only to get taken down by Pang Pang.

Jiang Yiqing clicked his tongue twice. "Lame. These guys are seriously soft."

Wen Xiuyan stood silently beside him: "......"

At this point, Pang Pang had already shoved all the fainted guys together in a pile.

"Hey, uh... Pang Pang, maybe change back now," Jiang Yiqing said, clearing his throat, trying to sound tactful.

That massive, terrifying version of Pang Pang was ugly as hell. The piglet form was way cuter.

"So annoying. Ungrateful little human brat!" Pang Pang had learned some idioms lately, and now used them to roast Jiang Yiqing. Of course it knew why Jiang Yiqing wanted it to change back. After throwing some shade, it finally shrank back into its cute piglet form.

Jiang Yiqing walked over to check on Scarface. That guy was clearly the leader.

But as he got close, a horrible stench hit him and he gagged on the spot. "God, what is that smell?!"

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