I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 624 - 447: Terror Like This_2

In the next moment, he composed himself, cast aside all doubt, and roared once again in Xia Liang’s direction.

"Kid, are you deaf? This is a robbery!"

And this time, Xia Liang finally turned around slowly, smiling at the group.

Only then did the others get a clear look at him. Xia Liang was leaning against a tombstone, a faint smile on his face. His eyes held not a shred of fear, which, combined with the dark surroundings, was unnervingly eerie.

Xia Liang then spoke casually, "In this bright and clear universe, under the broad daylight... a robbery?"

Upon hearing his words, many of the men instinctively looked up at the sky, which was not bright and clear at all, but a pitch-black night.

Is this kid blind? Or does this night seem like daytime to him? What on earth is wrong with this person?

At this thought, several of the men swallowed nervously.

This kid seems like a complete lunatic, running to the Mass Burial Mound alone in the middle of the night. He isn’t even afraid of us robbing him... could it be?

As murmurs of doubt spread through the group, Xia Liang noticed the shift in their mood. He found it amusing that no one dared to respond to him. He decided to continue the act.

"You all... can see me?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His chilling words slowly rose in the air of the Mass Burial Mound. As they landed, Xia Liang saw many of the men’s faces turn pale in an instant, clearly frightened. Although they were ruthless killers, they still feared ghosts and gods. After all, as the saying goes, only those with a guilty conscience fear a ghost’s knock at the door. Many of them worried that the people they had killed would come back for revenge.

Fang Liwen noticed the drop in his men’s morale. Cursing his bad luck, he switched on his flashlight. A bright beam suddenly cut through the center of the Mass Burial Mound, illuminating the entire area.

"Look, this kid has a shadow! He’s not a ghost at all. He’s just pretending. What are you scared of?" Fang Liwen laughed. But he suddenly realized that the expressions of the men around him hadn’t improved; they had turned even paler.

Fang Liwen was taken aback and took another look at Xia Liang. The next instant, his own face grew grim. On the ground around Xia Liang lay more than a dozen corpses. They were mangled and decomposed, some clearly having been dead for a very long time. The corpses were covered in fresh mud, as if they had just been dug up from their graves.

And the young man before them stood in the center of this carnage, a faint smile playing on his lips, completely unfazed by the scene.

Even Fang Liwen, who had killed countless people, couldn’t help but gasp upon seeing so many bodies littering the ground. The next second, he couldn’t stop himself from cursing, "You little shit, what the hell are you doing at the Mass Burial Mound so late?"

Simultaneously, Fang Liwen’s underlings regained their composure after a few deep breaths. They had just been startled by the sudden appearance of so many bodies. Once calm, they were fine. The Xia Liang before them still had a shadow, which meant he was a living person. As long as he was alive, they had nothing to fear.

In response to Fang Liwen’s pressing question, Xia Liang chuckled lightly and gestured to the surrounding corpses.

"Can’t you see? I’m here to dig up bodies."

Hearing Xia Liang’s words, the others exchanged confused glances, their eyes filled with uncertainty. Fang Liwen drew his gun and pointed it at Xia Liang.

"What are you digging up bodies for?"

"To make zombies," Xia Liang replied slowly, his voice carrying a hint of eeriness.

"You’re full of shit! Who the hell are you?" Fang Liwen had already chambered a round, but Xia Liang seemed completely unconcerned. He continued, "Me?"

Xia Liang chuckled.

"I’m now a Daoist?"

Hearing this, everyone paused. Then, someone murmured reflexively, "A Taoist."

"That’s right." Xia Liang nodded with a smile, then pointed to the dozen or so corpses around him. "I can control these corpses, even skeletons. You all still have time to run."

At this, the previously skeptical men burst into laughter.

"That’s hilarious! Kid, you’ve seen too many movies! Controlling corpses? Don’t worry, we’re about to turn you into one."

"Boss, don’t waste words with him. I think this kid’s just a lunatic. Let’s just tie him up and see if he has anything valuable on him."

Upon hearing Xia Liang claim he was a Taoist, all of Fang Liwen’s doubt vanished. He, too, now saw Xia Liang as nothing more than a lunatic. That explained everything.

He nodded and said to the others, "Alright, get him for This Master! Tie that lunatic up!"

"Yes, sir!"

The moment he spoke, Fang Liwen’s subordinates began to surround Xia Liang.

Watching the crowd draw closer, Xia Liang simply chuckled softly and pulled a strange bell from his robes, then slowly began to shake it.

JINGLE. JINGLE.

The eerie sound of the bell gradually filled the center of the Mass Burial Mound. The already sinister graveyard, now accompanied by the strange ringing, seemed to grow even colder. Many of the men froze for a moment. Several pairs of eyes darted around nervously. In the pitch-black distance, it felt as if countless shadows were watching them.

It was this sudden, unsettling bell that made everyone halt. For a moment, no one dared to approach Xia Liang.

Fang Liwen was the first to snap out of it. He pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

BANG!

If they weren’t planning on kidnapping Xia Liang and keeping him alive for leverage, he would have shot the boy right then and there.

The gunshot snapped everyone’s attention back to the task at hand. Fang Liwen cursed loudly, "Useless bunch of trash! A ringing bell scares you? What use are you to me? Hurry up and tie that kid up!"

At his words, the others snapped back to reality.

That’s right. What are we afraid of? He’s just a lunatic shaking a bell. There’s nothing to be scared of.

Meanwhile, the bell in Xia Liang’s hand continued to ring. A smirk slowly formed on his lips.

"Let the bells ring... just a little longer."

"Kid, quit your games! Throw that damn bell away for This Master!" one of the men snarled, pressing a knife to Xia Liang’s neck. Although he knew the ringing bell couldn’t actually do anything, the eerie atmosphere still made him afraid.

At the same time, one of Fang Liwen’s subordinates noticed something was wrong. He tapped Fang Liwen on the shoulder and pointed behind them.

"Big Brother Fang, look! Why is someone coming over there?"

Hearing this, Fang Liwen and the others all turned to look. At the far edge of their flashlight beams, a lone figure stood watching them.

"Who’s there!" Fang Liwen yelled. He didn’t recognize the person. He raised his handgun and aimed it at the figure.

"Speak up or I’ll shoot!"

The figure remained motionless.

Fang Liwen cursed under his breath.

"Damn it, one lunatic wasn’t enough, now another one shows up looking to die? Fine. I’ve got plenty of pent-up anger. I don’t care who you are, you’re not leaving here today."

After speaking, he fired.

BANG!

The bullet hit the figure square in the chest. Fang Liwen let out a cold sneer.