I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 626 - 448: Solution_2

A phrase suddenly appeared in Fang Liwen’s mind: *The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. The living must flee.*

Fang Liwen’s mind was already filled with terror. As he watched Xia Liang gradually approach, his face turned deathly pale. His men were also surrounded by these monsters, unable to break free. Many of them had even been scared to death on the spot.

In their eyes, Xia Liang was like the Living King Yama descending upon the mortal world. The hundreds of twitching corpses around him were his spectral army. In reality, Xia Liang could have controlled these corpses to walk or even run normally; there was no need to make them hop. But he figured this was more shocking. The sight of hundreds of corpses twitching toward someone like zombies would probably scare any ordinary person to death.

As for Fang Liwen, he was only now beginning to understand what kind of person they had provoked.

But despite having the blood of dozens on his hands, Fang Liwen still managed to control his trembling body in this horrifying situation. He slowly raised his pistol and aimed it at Xia Liang. In his view, the revival of these corpses was all because of the young man before him. If he could just eliminate him, the surrounding corpses would naturally vanish. This was his last and only chance.

He aimed the trembling pistol at Xia Liang, who stopped less than two meters away. A smile played on Xia Liang’s lips, as if he weren’t afraid of the gun at all.

Fang Liwen roared and pulled the trigger with all his might.

BANG!

The pistol fired, but Fang Liwen’s face only grew paler. The man before him, Xia Liang, was completely unharmed. He had aimed his gun directly at him, yet the bullet seemed to have swerved in mid-air, hitting the ground nearby.

Immense fear once again engulfed Fang Liwen. He gripped his gun and fired again and again. He was less than two meters from Xia Liang and had his head dead in his sights. But the bullets seemed to have minds of their own; they simply couldn’t hit the man opposite him!

Finally, Xia Liang made his move. He glanced at Fang Liwen, chuckled softly, and simply walked past him.

The pistol in Fang Liwen’s hand, now held by a powerless grip, finally clattered to the ground. Behind Xia Liang, several corpses that were already little more than white bones instantly swarmed forward.

「At the same time.」

While Xia Liang was dealing with Fang Liwen at the Mass Burial Mound, on the other side of Xiangjiang, at South Bay No.9 Pier...

Director Wu sat in his car, hidden in the shadows of the pier. He chain-smoked one cigarette after another, the feeling that he had been played by Xia Liang growing stronger by the minute.

My son has always been a model student, how could he possibly be hanging out with riffraff? Let alone getting into trouble recently. And Xia Liang even said I’d die old and alone with no one to perform my rites. I think this Xia Liang is just trying to fool me with nonsense. But I haven’t provoked him, so why would he want to mess with me?

Could it be... because of one of my movies? Thinking of this, Director Wu couldn’t help but nod, feeling it made perfect sense. His movies generally had a strong tragic flavor. Sometimes, he would even kill off the main character. Because of this, he had encountered many irrational fans who demanded he reshoot the ending. How absurd.

After pondering for another moment, Director Wu became increasingly convinced. Xia Liang is doing this because he’s dissatisfied with the ending of one of my movies and wants to get back at me. All that talk about my son being a delinquent who was nearly expelled and got into trouble is completely fake. And the part about me dying old and alone is also a fabrication.

Realizing this, Director Wu felt quite indignant and immediately dialed Xia Liang’s number.

RING... RING...

"Hello, Director Wu? Why are you calling so late? What’s the matter?"

Xia Liang had just left the Mass Burial Mound and was walking toward the parking lot. The entire area had returned to its eerie quiet, as if nothing had happened. Only under the moonlight, two strange figures could occasionally be seen moving about, doing something.

Meanwhile, the voice on the other end of the phone spoke. "Master Xia, I’m already giving you a lot of respect by calling you that. Why did you have to deceive me? You made me come to South Bay No.9 Pier in the middle of the night, and I’ve been waiting for ages without seeing a soul!"

"Hold on," Xia Liang said, then lowered the hand holding his phone.

Hearing this, Director Wu was stunned. I’m here to take you to task, and you’re telling me to wait?!

Ignoring Xia Liang’s words, Director Wu tried to press on with his questions. But the other end of the line was silent, so he had no choice but to give up and wait for Xia Liang to speak.

On the other side, Xia Liang had just reached the parking lot when he saw a man posing for pictures on the hood of his sports car. So, after telling Director Wu to wait, he spoke to the man.

"Get off my car."

The man on the hood of the sports car was startled when Xia Liang appeared. His gaze kept darting behind Xia Liang, toward the Mass burial Mound.

I remember it clearly. Not long ago, our boss led dozens of men into the Mass Burial Mound specifically to stop the owner of this sports car from escaping. But why is the Mass Burial Mound so quiet now? It’s as if nothing happened, as if the dozens of men who went in all vanished. There were a few gunshots just now... Could this punk have actually escaped from our boss’s encirclement? If that’s the case, and if I take this kid down now, won’t I be today’s biggest hero?!

At this thought, the man’s face flushed crimson with excitement. He pulled a pistol from his coat and pointed it at Xia Liang. "Kid, kneel down right where you are, or I’ll blow your head off."

Hearing this, Xia Liang laughed twice, looking a little annoyed. He took out a small bell and shook it a couple of times. Then, he walked straight toward his sports car, paying no attention to the man on top of it.

Seeing Xia Liang walk toward him, the man was momentarily stunned. Is this guy asking to die?

"Kid, stop right there, or I’m gonna shoot!"

Xia Liang didn’t slow his pace, his expression never changing. The man found this strange and opened fire, but bizarrely, his bullets couldn’t hit Xia Liang. Just as he was about to draw a knife and charge, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He spun around instantly, only to see a corpse, almost completely reduced to a skeleton, standing less than three meters behind him.

"A ghost!" he shrieked, turning and bolting toward the Mass Burial Mound. The area around the mound was desolate and empty; he figured it was better to rush in and find his boss.

Watching his retreating figure, Xia Liang couldn’t help but chuckle. I gave you a chance to run, and you didn’t even know which way to go.

After the man disappeared into the Mass Burial Mound, Xia Liang got into his car. He connected his phone to his Bluetooth headset and started the engine. Only then did he slowly speak to Director Wu, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Director Wu, we can talk now."

"Hmph! In all my years in Xiangjiang, no one has ever left me hanging on a call like this. If it weren’t for your good relationship with Elder He, I would have lost my temper by now. And on top of that, you fed me all this nonsense to deceive me. What exactly is your motive?"

Hearing Director Wu’s words, Xia Liang just smiled faintly.