A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 22

Far away in the middle of the hidden altar, a black figure looked deep into the air. His eyes did not look like they were staring at people, becoming animals like pigs and dogs.

He propped up his cheeks with one hand, tilted his head, and looked at them like that, while the shadows of the people in his eyes were just rebellious tumbags.

They look very scared.

He then looked towards the direction where Akbar and Arman were walking.

“What will we do?” ask Arman.

Both of them are running, stopping, do not dare to move, speak or hear.

Arman and Akbar saw the missing students being hung on a wooden pole with their hands tied.

Akbar glanced at the torture device, his face turned pale green and immediately shook his head as a code for Arman to not make a sound.

They looked at the tortured student, and saw an iron shackle hanging on the beam in the room, with a dagger-sized blade beside it. At first glance, they realized that this was a torture device, to hang with both hands, and then scrape the meat with a knife.

The small knife was taken by a ghostly white creature, and its knife fell onto the thigh of one of the students.

"Aaaaaaa—! Help!!."

The knife was like sawing meat, cutting bit by bit, and cutting a piece of meat from his thigh. Another ghost saw with a mouth wiry wanting to immediately taste the blood flowing from it.

Don't say this as a joke, the torment, the phantom blade skill is really the first level. The meat is sliced as thin as a cricket wing and is almost transparent, which can be compared to top chefs.

"Aaaaaaaa—! Kill me immediately! Please kill me!!."

This cutting method is only one part. The student's painful face was pale, the wound was still bleeding, and there wasn't much flesh cut off, but it was extremely painful. The knife continued to cut again, but slowly he cut off a piece of meat.

"This is really outrageous, what do they consider the human soul to be?." Arman looked upset.

Sweat drenched their foreheads and bodies.

"I don't think they're leaders, but they're still a long way to the center of the altar."

Both could only close their eyes because they could not see the torment, they wanted to close their ears but hesitated to provoke the attention of the demon.

The ghost cut the flesh with a knife, twenty-three parts were scraped in a row, and the blood of the student flowed profusely, he finally shouted, "May god forgive me!."

It was his last word before he died.

With just one voice!

"Hey, I'm afraid we won't die before we can solve all these mystery cases."

Akbar shook his head with great certainty: "There is no other way."

Arman cursed, "This village is truly damned! Doesn't that not give us a way of life at all. How can a man be punished like this? Tortured is death, not tortured is death, what's in it?."

As Akbar and Arman were about to move places in search of the surviving students, a strange scene suddenly occurred.

On the dead student's body, a flower suddenly grew in the position of his skull.

"What is that for ?."

"As for the flower of death, it will grow to eat the soul of the fallen that has been handed over."

Sure enough, the flower buds slowly grew.

It was as beautiful as it was so white as snow, and the light of an electric flash flowed over it, like a flower from lightning but it seemed to be very much awaited by the ghosts.

"For heaven's sake! Can't we get out of this village soon?."

The flower grew rapidly, and it changed from a bud to a blooming state almost in an instant. As the flower bloomed the student's spirit seemed to be plucked out and their blood was sucked out by the flower.

"Can, of course you can, your friends just stay a little. Hurry along!."

In the blink of an eye, the flower changed, from as white as snow to as red as blood and looked terrifying. The student's body was shrunken dry skin looking like a mummy that had been dead for a very long time.

The two then ran as far away from that location as possible.