I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 628 - 449 Solution_2
The high beams were off. Director Wu sat in the driver’s seat, watching Wu Jiasheng with a cold gaze.
Wu Jiasheng knew he couldn’t hide what happened any longer. He could have just fled on his motorcycle, but with Director Wu’s influence in Xiangjiang, he would be captured and brought back within a day. Thinking this, Wu Jiasheng slowly walked toward Director Wu’s car. The others watching guessed what was happening; after all, things like this were a common occurrence for them.
After getting into the car, Director Wu didn’t say a word. He simply started the engine and drove away from the pier. Not long after they left, dozens of cars swarmed the area, and anyone who hadn’t managed to leave in time was captured.
"Where is Wu Jiasheng?" a voice called out from one of the cars.
"His dad just picked him up," someone in the crowd answered.
After a moment of silence, a second voice spoke slowly from within the car.
"Let him live a few more days."
「Meanwhile, on the other side.」
"B-Boss... where are you guys?"
The figure who had just fled the parking lot stumbled into the center of the Mass Burial Mound. Strangely, no matter how loud he shouted, he received no response. It was as if he were the only person left in the entire burial ground. But he clearly remembered his boss leading dozens of their men into this place from all directions not long ago. Why did it seem like they had all vanished into thin air?
Recalling the monster from the parking lot, the man shivered. His face filled with terror as he stared into the surrounding darkness, feeling as if it hid countless creatures just like the one he had seen.
Could it be... Boss and the others? The thought made him shudder again, trapping him in a dilemma. Back in the parking lot, there was a monster of unknown origin. But here in the Mass Burial Mound, he couldn’t find a single living soul. Although nothing strange had appeared yet, the oppressive atmosphere of being alone in this place was becoming unbearable.
Just as he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and prepared to leave, he suddenly saw a figure standing not far ahead. It was by a gravestone, seemingly digging at something.
"Brother! I finally found you!"
Seeing the figure, the man nearly wept with relief and immediately started walking toward it. Strangely, the figure paid him no mind and just kept digging. In his excitement, the man didn’t think anything of it. But after taking a couple more steps, he realized something was wrong. Why are his clothes so tattered? And what’s that horrible smell?
He stopped and called out again, but still got no answer. The next second, the figure suddenly leaped forward and vanished from sight. The man froze for a moment before a possibility struck him. Could it be that Boss and the others dug a tunnel? Or maybe there’s a tomb down there, and they all went in to hunt for treasure?
The Mass Burial Mound was located on a hillside with supposedly excellent feng shui. Rumor had it that centuries ago, many wealthy families had buried their dead here in hidden tombs. Finding just one could make a man rich for life. Of course, he’d always dismissed these as mere folk tales, but seeing the figure vanish had made him a believer. Maybe there really is a tomb up ahead, and my boss and everyone else is down there.
The thought made him excited, even making him forget about the monster in the parking lot. Without wasting a moment, he ran toward the spot where the figure had disappeared. But after just a few steps, the smile on his face froze.
There was no tomb here at all, only a large, freshly dug pit. The realization twisted his expression into an ugly one. He cautiously took a few more steps and peered into the pit. His face instantly turned deathly pale.
In the pit lay a corpse, its head mostly shattered. At first, he thought he must have been mistaken about where the figure had jumped. But he dismissed that thought the very next second, because the clothes on the corpse were identical to those worn by the figure he’d just seen.
It was as if the corpse had crawled out of the ground, only to climb back in. Was it... digging its own grave just now? At that thought, his legs gave out, and he collapsed backward onto the ground.
As he fell, his hand brushed against something. He picked it up and saw it was a severed limb.
「At the same time.」
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning tore across the sky, instantly illuminating the center of the Mass Burial Mound. And he saw it all. Around him, countless grotesque, incomplete skeletons were digging their own graves. Many other corpses had already laid themselves down in their newly dug graves. The rest of the ground was strewn with innumerable, familiar bodies—the very men he had arrived with not long ago. Now, it seemed he was the only one left alive. An immense, all-consuming fear swallowed him whole.
The next second, a scream of pure terror echoed from the Mass Burial Mound.
Not long after, in the parking lot outside the Mass Burial Mound, the sound of sirens filled the air.
WEE-WOO. WEE-WOO.
Countless Protectors arrived in vehicles from the Protectorate.
「The next day.」 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Inside a briefing room at the Xiangjiang Protectorate.
"Have the identities of the deceased been confirmed?" someone at the head of the conference table asked.
"Confirmed. It’s Fang Liwen and his men."
Hearing this, the person at the head of the table fell silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the numerous photos from the Mass Burial Mound spread across the table. "And the cause of death?"
"Well..." The speaker hesitated before continuing. "The majority of them died of fright. Even Fang Liwen, who had some strange wounds, died with his eyes wide open. He was literally scared to death."
An eerie silence fell over the conference room. Everyone present knew what kind of man Fang Liwen was. He had dozens of lives on his conscience and was afraid of nothing. That’s why there was a saying that circulated around the Protectorate: "They say that if even an Immortal stood in the way of his money, Fang Liwen would pull out a knife and cut him down."
Yet this very tyrant, who kept all of Xiangjiang on edge, had been frightened to death.
"Any survivors?"
"Two. One went into the Mass Burial Mound with Fang Liwen; he’s the only one who made it out alive. The other was stationed in the parking lot and went in later. However, both of them..." The speaker paused for a moment. "Their mental states are... highly unstable. They’ve been driven completely insane."
Hearing this, the figure at the head of the table frowned slightly. The speaker noticed the change in expression and quickly added, "But in their incoherent rambling, they’ve mentioned a few clues. We believe we can get more information with the help of some hypnotists."
The figure at the head of the table was quiet for a moment. "Did they say who the killer was?"
"They both said the same thing. The killer... is a ghost."
A strange chill filled the room, and for a moment, nobody spoke. Strangely, nobody questioned it, either. The case itself was shrouded in mystery. Dozens of ruthless thugs, all scared to death in the Mass Burial Mound. Anyone would suspect that something supernatural was at play.
