Murlin Tristan became increasingly astonished as he witnessed the scene on the road. The usually bustling highway was now devoid of any vehicles or pedestrians.
The wind grew stronger, kicking up sand and stones. The street trees groaned pitifully in the gale. A large raindrop hit Murlin Tristan on the head, followed by two, then three... In an instant, a downpour arrived, soaking Murlin Tristan's clothes almost immediately. The small bus stop sign offered no shelter from the rain at all.
"Damn it! What rotten luck!" Murlin Tristan couldn't help but curse. After waiting at the bus stop for nearly ten minutes without seeing a single bus, he finally gave up his futile efforts. The buses for tonight had surely stopped running early.
The rain grew heavier and more intense. Murlin Tristan could barely keep his eyes open. The rainwater streamed down his hair, eyebrows, nose bridge, and neck, making him extremely uncomfortable. The world was filled with a curtain of rain, boundless and vast. There were no buses, trucks, cars, bicycles, or even tractors. In such bad weather with visibility less than a meter even with the headlights on, no driver would risk their life. They had long parked their vehicles in safe places to avoid the rainstorm, and the owners had either gone home or were enjoying themselves elsewhere.
In a fit of anger, Murlin Tristan walked straight out. There was no point in taking shelter anymore since his clothes were already soaked. With no cars on the road, he might as well strut in the middle of the highway and act tough for once. He comforted himself, thinking, "Well, I'm probably the first one to be this cool on this road since it was completed." His Forrest Gump spirit allowed him to put aside his annoyance for the moment, and he felt quite proud.
The sky was pitch - black, terrifyingly so, like a huge beast with its mouth wide open, ready to devour people. Lightning flashed across the night sky like silver snakes, and the rumbling thunder never ceased. The gale howled, and the thick branches of the street trees were snapped off unwillingly amidst their cries of agony. The ground was littered with broken branches and leaves. Small streams quickly formed on the street, and garbage such as peels, paper bags, lunch boxes, and drink cans swirled in them. The wind - driven raindrops stung as they hit his body. Murlin Tristan was secretly shocked. What a powerful rainstorm! It might even be recorded in the history of Shangjing City.
With a "pop," the streetlights along the street went out one by one, like toppling dominoes. Then, the brightly lit urban area gradually fell into darkness, and this situation spread to every corner in less than half a minute. Finally, the entire city was plunged into complete darkness! This was the first time Murlin Tristan had encountered a city - wide power outage since he came to Shangjing City. There were no cars or pedestrians on the street. All the shops were closed. The usually busy street had become empty, just like the desolate dead city in the famous horror movie *Resident Evil*. Even the bold - as - brass Murlin Tristan felt a bit creepy.
At this moment, faint footsteps came from behind. Murlin Tristan was startled. Who would be this crazy to be out in this weather? Judging from the light footsteps, Murlin Tristan was sure that they didn't belong to a human. And he hadn't noticed anyone beside him before.
The power outage, loneliness, the deathly silence, and the inexplicable phenomenon made a strange word pop up in Murlin Tristan's mind: ghost? Summoning up his courage, he walked a few steps, his hair standing on end, and the faint footsteps followed closely behind.
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The old man who adopted Murlin Tristan firmly believed in ghosts and gods. His ideas had influenced Murlin Tristan to some extent. He had once told Murlin Tristan about ghost possession. A ghost that wanted to possess someone would follow the victim closely in a particularly dark and deserted place, ready to give a terrifying scare at any moment. Driven by fear, the victim would keep running forward, trying to get rid of the ghost. If lucky, they might just be toyed with by the ghost and manage to escape. But if unlucky, they would be confused and keep running back to the same place no matter how hard they tried. This would repeat until the victim's mental state collapsed, and then the ghost would take advantage of the situation and seize their body.
The current deserted and dark scene was exactly the same as the situation of ghost possession. Murlin Tristan's scalp tingled, and he shouted, "My god!" Then he turned around and started running like crazy. When life is at stake, human potential is limitless. Murlin Tristan ran at a speed close to that of a world - class long - distance running champion for five minutes. His breathing was heavier than a bull's. He might even die of sudden death if he kept running. So he stopped. Before he could even catch his breath, the faint footsteps came again.
Murlin Tristan was filled with dread, and he was more certain of his guess. The run just now, which was beyond his limits to save his life, was probably beyond the reach of most people. But the "thing" behind him not only caught up but seemed to do it with ease. It seemed that this evil ghost wasn't going to let him go.
After all, he was a very bold person. Knowing that he couldn't escape, a fierce thought came to him. His mind worked quickly, and he immediately came up with a battle plan. "Whether it's a human or a ghost, I won't just sit here and wait to die. Hmm, I'll suddenly turn around and shock it. While it's stunned, I'll hit it with a left uppercut and then use my right hand to... 'Steal the peach' and crush its balls... Ouch, what if it's a female ghost?"
This was Murlin Tristan's most common fighting tricks since childhood. Just like Cheng Yaojin's three - move fighting style, it was simple but always effective. However, all his opponents were men. Murlin Tristan would never stoop to using such a move on a weak woman. But in horror movies, the most common and ferocious ghosts were usually female ghosts full of resentment. The one behind him was very likely to be female, so this "peach - stealing" move wouldn't work. Murlin Tristan was in a difficult situation. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and thought, "Damn it! I'll treat male and female ghosts the same. I'll just change it to the 'Dragon Claw Hand' and crush her... "
After formulating the plan, Murlin Tristan let out a loud shout and turned around. His left uppercut shot out with great force, but unfortunately, this sure - to - hit punch missed. There was nothing in front of him but countless raindrops like dense arrows. There wasn't a single figure - or ghost figure.
Murlin Tristan's fierce heart suddenly sank like it had fallen into an ice cellar. If he couldn't even touch the ghost, how could he fight back? Since he couldn't escape or fight, he had to think of another way. Murlin Tristan immediately knelt down on the ground, his whole body trembling, and pleaded, "Ghost master, please be magnanimous and spare this poor guy. I have an elderly mother in her eighties and a baby waiting to be fed. I can't leave them! At most, you can leave your address, and I'll burn more money for you during the Qingming Festival."
Murlin Tristan really had a thick skin. To save his life, he made up stories on the spot, suddenly having an old and a young relative. He even tried to bribe the ghost with money. As the saying goes, "Money can make the ghost turn the millstone." It seemed that money was very useful to ghosts.