Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 94 - 35 Actually I am a Demon_1

Chapter 94: Chapter 35 Actually I am a Demon_1

"I merely wanted to stop and ask you something, why did you run?" Yan Fei waited for the person he’d already pegged as a thief to approach him, heart steady, breath calm, and asked.

"Ghost..." The man screamed in terror and turned to run again.

You’re calling me a ghost? Yan Fei snickered to himself as he looked over the adjacent wheat fields.

With Yan Fei orchestrating these ghostly antics, the man ran around within the wheat fields, inexplicably dashing towards a group of graves. Next moment, there was yet another figure appearing in front of him, from behind the mound of graves.

Frightened beyond belief, the man could run no more. His legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground. "Spare me, honorable spirit! I would never steal oil again! I shouldn’t have driven my motorcycle around and disturbed you. Please forgive me this one time!" He begged for his life.

Hearing the man’s plea, Yan Fei realized something. This was indeed a thief! A rather dumb thief at that, for mistaking him for a ghost. A super dumb thief!

"Don’t blame yourself. You just happened to come into my house; it’s a twist of fate. I just wanted to strike up a conversation with you." Yan Fei said, trying hard to suppress his laughter and maintain a stern face.

"I’ve done wrong, venerable spirit. I shouldn’t have invaded your home. Please spare me! I will never do it again! I’ll never come back! If I ever go back, I’ll burn you money offerings daily!" On hearing Yan Fei’s words, the man cowered and faltered, his voice shaky from fear.

Is this man stealing with such a weak heart? Am I not alive? Why does he want to burn me offerings?

Yan Fei laughed so hard he could barely stand. "Ah, I died young and don’t need much money. I just wanted someone to talk to and pass the time with."

"Great spirit, I have parents and children to feed. I’ll burn more offerings for you! Please spare me..." The man was so terrified, he was shaking uncontrollably and collapsed onto the ground, begging for mercy persistently.

Seems like the first time Yan Fei appeared, the thief mistook him for a mere pedestrian hitching a ride. But seeing him reappear right before danger struck, the thief started to panick.

The third time Yan Fei was seen standing in front of his motorcycle, the thief was utterly frightened, almost wetting his pants.

What else could a person be, who continually appears and disappears in the dark night while chased by a roaring motorcycle, if not a ghost?

The thief had run into the midst of a graveyard fearing a mistake, he would be dead for sure if not for his immense bravery.

"Don’t be scared, it’s all good. Actually, it’s quite comfortable down here. It’s just that the neighbors are far off, so it can get quite lonely not having anyone to talk to. If you could chat with me a bit, that’d be great. I only absorb a bit of yang energy now, which doesn’t hurt anyone!" Yan Fei continued his prank, remaining dedicated to his ghost disguise.

According to rural folklore, spirits stay ’alive’ by absorbing people’s yang energy. Yan Fei had heard of it, and now he was using it.

Ding...ding ding...

The thief was so scared that he couldn’t even talk, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

This was Yan Fei’s first time seeing someone being scared to this extent in his life. Unable to resist, he moved closer, which made the thief tremble even harder.

"Don’t be afraid, I truly just want someone to chat with. Can you tell me if we’ve driven out the Japanese invaders yet?" he asked with feigned seriousness. "I died so unfairly... so many people died at that time, there was nowhere for us to reincarnate into. I’ve been waiting here ever since, I haven’t seen a living soul in such a long time!"

"Ah... you... really?" Yan Fei sighed slowly. He was about to continue speaking when he noticed the man was silent and motionless. He was startled for a moment.

Did the thief just die from the scare? Yan Fei hurriedly checked for breath, relieved to find that he was still breathing!

If he wasn’t dead, then it was all good. To be honest, even Yan Fei himself was getting scared, standing in the midst of the graves at this dark hour.

After trying to revive the man by slapping his face and pinching the man’s philtrum for a while, Yan Fei was left with no option when the man didn’t stir.

He thought for a moment, gathered some firewood from the Vegetable Garden Island, and lit a fire.

As the fire illuminated the surroundings, he felt much better. He filled a bowl with water and splashed it onto the thief’s face.

Considering the thief’s fearfulness, Yan Fei felt slightly guilty about scaring him to the point of fainting. He decided it would be better to awaken him and send him to the police station!

Sure enough, cold water worked wonders. The thief woke up dazedly and asked, "Am I dead?"

"Come on, get up. I’m not a ghost, just messing with you." Yan Fei gave him a light kick and gestured towards him. "Look, I have a shadow, I’m not a ghost."

Perhaps it was the light from the fire that emboldened him, having already been scared unconscious once, this thief seemed to become braver than before. He was looking around, even managed to reach out his trembling hand to touch Yan Fei’s calf.

It took him a while, but he finally believed that Yan Fei was not a ghost.

"Okay, get up quickly and come with me. I’ll take you to the police station." Yan Fei, seeing him convinced that he was not a ghost, started to urge him to move.

"Why should I go to the police station with you?" The man wiped his face, shakily stood up, and after steadying himself, he began to laugh sinisterly. "Kid, you scared me witless, and now you want to drag me to the police station? Wait till I show you what’s what, then you will know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

Yan Fei underestimated the complexity of human nature. He was not expecting that a man so easily spooked by a non-existent ghost could change his tune so soon after realizing that he wasn’t a ghost. "I just saved you, and you’re trying to attack me... I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he didn’t need to.

While he was speaking, the man pulled out a dagger from his waist and swung it in the firelight, creating two bright cold beams. "Enough chatter. You’ve been scaring me all night. Now it’s time for you to die!"

Yan Fei dodged quickly and moved backward, avoiding the man’s upward swing. If he had not been so fast, wouldn’t his belly have been slashed open?

This devious and ruthless attack immediately sparked his anger.

When he saw Yan Fei dodge his attack, he chuckled again. "So, you’re some martial artist. I was wondering why you were out here making a spectacle of yourself all night. Too bad you ran into me today. That’s your bad luck!"

By now, Yan Fei had steadied himself and was standing on a grave mound looking down on the man. He seethed with anger. "Even without the theatrics, I can easily kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body swelled up, a pair of black bat wings spread out, and he let out a strange cry.

At this moment, he was truly filled with murderous rage. The man was merely a thief, and yet he had made an attempt on Yan Fei’s life. He had initially saved him out of goodwill, but now he was simply asking for death.

Just as he was about to end the thief’s life, the man suddenly froze, his eyes wide open. He let out a couple of ’gurgles’ and then collapsed.

Yan Fei paused for a moment, considered his options, then reverted back to his human form. He looked down at his pants, which had burst at the seams during his transformation, cursed, and ducked into a cave on Vegetable Garden Island to grab a couple of clothes from his collection.

Upon his return, he checked the man’s breathing, only to find that his foe had a rather robust constitution and hadn’t been scared to death.

Should he kill the man and bury the body? After all, the man had seen him transform.

Just as he was about to act, Yan Fei felt a tinge of hesitation.

If he killed the fellow, he’d never solve the mystery of the motorcycle, right? From the beginning, he had concluded that the man was a thief and had claimed the motorcycle as his own. Why else would he have extinguished its flames out of kindness?

Moreover, even if the man told his story, who would believe him? Many people in the towns claimed to have seen ghosts and goblins, and despite their tales, life went on as usual. After a few seconds, he decided to take the man to the police station.

Mainly because he was engrossed in playing with the thief’s dagger, which he had picked up and found quite appealing. He figured he would name it after himself. Although it was not easy for the thief to have traversed such a distance to deliver the motorcycle and the dagger to him, the thought of that lightened his mood.

The thief, given his trigger-happy nature, wouldn’t have a good time of it at the police station.

This was the excuse he gave himself. The key point was, he hadn’t killed anyone yet. Of course, he would never admit to it.

Just as he was about to find some rope to bind the thief and take him away, he turned the man over, and a sudden stench nearly knocked him unconscious.

Yan Fei glanced at it and cursed profusely, "Even unconscious, you set traps for me!"

He kicked the thief and went to fetch some water to splash on his face. This time, the man didn’t regain consciousness even after two rounds of dousing.

Yan Fei didn’t want anything more to do with him. Aside from being covered in dirt from rolling and crawling in the wheat field, the thought of touching him, covered in feces and urine, was too disgusting.

After some thought, Yan Fei found a mat from inside the cave, a discarded one used to sell watermelons, that was made of finely woven wheat straw. After a bit of searching, he found the most deteriorated one, and used it to wrap and bind the man, then he carried him over to the motorcycle.

Conveniently, when the motorcycle had fallen over, two bags had broken. Although the cycle was marred by black sticky oil, there was just enough room for the thief.

Without missing a beat, he drove straight to the police station, dropped the man and the bag of oil at the door, then hammered on it. As soon as the police acknowledged, Yan Fei jumped onto the motorcycle and zoomed off without waiting for the door to open — he feared they would question him about the motorcycle, so he made sure to deliver his message about the thief while holding his nose.