Chapter 545 Preparing for the Third Stage Performance!
The once full and plump face suddenly withered, turning into a skull!
In a daze, the rich kids saw countless ghosts walking towards them.
They could even hear the whispers:
"Look at that tender skin, it must be delicious!"
"I don't like tender meat, I want the older one, it's chewier!"
"Where should we start eating? Little feet, soles, ankles, calves, knees, thighs..."
No!
They weren't about to get devoured like some midnight snack!
One thought burned in their minds: Get the hell out of this nightmare!
Without hesitation, the rich kids bolted, heads down, sprinting like mad back the way they came.
Tyler also wanted to run away, but something yanked at his ankle.
He glanced down, and his blood ran cold!
A pair of blood-soaked hands had him in their grip!
Worse, he could feel countless other hands crawling all over his body, pulling him down!
"Get off! Get off me!"
This shout indeed worked!
The grip on him vanished, but he was alone—surrounded by the lifeless bodies of the workers.
Fear clawed at his chest.
Just then, two figures floated into view.
One was a hunched old man, his face smeared with blood.
The other was the same disheveled woman he'd seen before.
Tyler's heart raced.
He yanked the gun from his pocket and pointed it at them, his voice shaky but firm. "Back off, or I'll blow your heads off!"
His hand holding the gun was trembling violently.
The two continued to approach, leaving Tyler no choice but to shoot!
He fired more than a dozen shots, but apart from seeing red liquid seeping through the white clothes of the two, it didn't stop their movement.
They continued to float closer.
This was definitely not normal human behavior!
Tyler's face turned pale with fear, and he was so terrified that he dropped the gun.
Sweat kept pouring down his back!
Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees, begging for his life.
"Stay back! I'm the Young family heir, top dog in New York. Let me go, and I'll pray for you every damn day! Swear to God, I'll do charity, good deeds—anything! Just don't kill me, please!"
As he finished, the ghosts closed in on him.
But Tyler didn't dare to look, kneeling on the ground with his head almost buried in the dirt.
Naturally, he didn't see Ryan and Clara using the conveyor belt to "float" over and then walk up to him!
Clara squatted down and spoke, "Lift your head and look at me."
Her tone was authoritative and unquestionable!
Tyler immediately lifted his head.
Clara then sprinkled some powder on him.
She continued to speak, "Tyler, save those words for the Grim Reaper!"
With that, Tyler's eyelids drooped, and he fainted on the ground.
Seeing this, Ryan took out a gun from his pocket and kicked Tyler. "Fuck, good thing I switched the gun, or there would have been a real mess tonight!"
"The Youngs aren't pushovers," Clara said, pouting. She whipped out her phone and fired off a WhatsApp: "Ryder, phase two's done. Tyler's out cold. Should wake up in 30."
Ryder replied: "Well done! Now, all departments, prepare for the third phase of the performance!"
"Copy that!"
"Got it!"
"On it!"
Thirty minutes later, Tyler got woken up by a splash of warm liquid.
It was a big bowl of dog blood—squeezed from the Doberman that got shot earlier!
Tyler blinked hard, hoping it was all just a bad dream.
Hoping he was still in the hospital, that he never got Bethany's call, never invited those trust fund brats to the Rigal Distric Stadium, never ran into…
"Ah!"
He froze, staring at the horrifying sight before him.
A man, stripped naked and nailed to a cross, drenched in blood. Drops still fell from his matted hair.
He screamed, and the man across from him did the same, mouth gaping wide.
He clamped his mouth shut, and the man mirrored him, biting his lip.
When he tried to cover his mouth, he realized the man was struggling against the chains.
It hit him like a punch to the gut—the tortured figure was he himself!
While Tyler was in a daze, a booming voice cut through the silence. "The trial is now in session! Lord Grim Reaper, meet Tyler!"
The mirror in front of him exploded into shards.
Glass sliced across his skin, leaving trails of blood.
He let out a sharp cry, clutching at the wounds.
When the shock wore off, he looked around, his eyes wide with horror. "What the hell is going on?!"
Hundreds of freaky ghosts had him surrounded, and right in front of him stood a bunch of spirits with icy, bone-chilling stares!
Just then, the judge (Brandon) boomed, "Criminal Tyler, you died of a heart attack at midnight, aged 28! But thanks to your long list of sins, you're gonna face judgment—and eternal damnation!"
Tyler's eyes went wide with rage. "The hell you say! Who the hell are you to judge me? Who even are you?"
He was arguing, but inside, he was shitting bricks.
And he was like dead sure this was the real deal—the afterlife.
"Who allowed you to be so arrogant in front of the Grim Reaper!" the judge (Brandon) shouted sternly.
At this moment, the Grim Reaper (Ryder) in the center waved his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Alright, since you refuse to repent even in death, let me recount the evil deeds you committed in the mortal world!"
With another wave of his sleeve, a door in the distance opened.
A woman (Lily) in a dancer's outfit walked in, her clothes tattered, but all the important parts were covered.
Her face was a mess of scars, looking straight-up terrifying!
Lily walked up to Tyler and let out two chilling laughs.
Then she swung her hips and started pole dancing right there on the spot!
The DJ dropped the beat!
If you ignored her face, this woman was a total bombshell!
After the dance, Lily dropped to her knees, facing Ryder and the others, her voice breaking as she begged, "Grim Reaper, Your Honor! Please, I need justice! My name's Kimberly. I had to strip at a bar to pay for my brother's treatment, but this piece of trash Tyler ruined my life..."
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