Chapter 98 My Name is Ye Shangming (2nd Update)

Su Luoluo looked at today’s sycophant strangely, who, forsaking his usual suit and leather shoes, was clad in casual clothes, exuding a laid-back freedom.Feeling Su Luoluo’s gaze, the sycophant turned his head to look at her again, then his eyes moved up to look at the surveillance camera inside the elevator.

Su Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly retreated to the corner of the elevator and frantically pressed the floor button for her department.

Is this Ren Qiang so infuriated by rejection that he’s planning to overpower me in the elevator??

Ding-dong.

The Advertising Department was on the fifth floor, which was reached faster than the eighth floor where the Sales Department was.

As the elevator arrived, Su Luoluo rushed out, her heart pounding fiercely.

Looking back, the elevator door had closed and gone up, with Ren Qiang inside showing no reaction whatsoever.

Strange! I always find something extremely odd about Ren Qiang today, giving off a bizarre and thrilling vibe.

This was a woman’s intuition. When her colleagues arrived, Su Luoluo immediately gossiped with them, but no one paid it any mind.

"Maybe he has just had an epiphany."

"You, maybe you feel let down because he’s not pursuing you anymore?"

"People are like that; when someone pursues you, you ignore them. Now, the moment they stop chasing, you start to care."

What kind of nonsense is that!

Su Luoluo, somewhat annoyed, decided not to talk about it anymore.

Focused on work.

The morning passed by in a flash, and come noon, a series of police cars gradually arrived downstairs of the company, the sirens blaring incessantly.

What’s going on?

What’s going on?

Opening the company’s internal group chat, the gossip had already exploded.

Su Luoluo just took one look and suddenly widened her eyes in horror, covering her mouth with a pale face.

"The entire Sales Department of 33 people, all dead."

"The scene was like a slaughterhouse, blood splattered up to the ceiling, and blood pooled on the floor, seeping down to the lower levels."

"Humans’ internal organs, body parts, and limbs scattered all around the room, the photos taken were gruesomely terrifying."

Opening the photos, every single one was like a homicide scene from a movie, shocking to the eye.

The most terrifying part was that these people from the Sales Department, they were all people around us, living and breathing people we had contact with, and just like that, suddenly all dead!

"Latest news! Latest news! There is one person from the Sales Department still alive!"

"Who?"

"The missing Ren Qiang!"

Ren Qiang?!

Su Luoluo widened her eyes, her mind flashing back to the changed Ren Qiang in the elevator.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

After devouring a streetwalker, ’Ren Qiang’s’ body transformed, taking on the appearance of the streetwalker.

Warming up his joints and getting used to the body, ’Ren Qiang’ revealed a smile.

"This world is too interesting."

"Humans are like food on a plate, casually eaten, with absolutely no one able to stop it!"

"But that thing with a loud voice, the handgun, it’s somewhat intriguing. But that’s all, not even comparable to an ordinary Martial Artist’s punch."

Having eaten so many people, ’Ren Qiang’ felt that his strength had somewhat recovered.

"It’s time."

"So, who will be the lucky one?"

’Ren Qiang’ walked out onto the street with a smile, now holding a notebook in his hand.

The notebook had only two pages; all his efforts and feeding in the past few days had only yielded these two pages.

’Ren Qiang’ tore off one of the pages and threw it out into the air.

Whoosh—

The wind blew over, lifting the parchment high.

It flew over the streets, across the road, and smack — it stuck to the face of a young man riding an electric scooter.

"Fuck!!"

The young man braked hard in panic, ripping the parchment off his face.

"What the hell is this?! Who throws things around on the street like this??"

Picking up the parchment, the young man first thought it was some sort of gym flyer, but it turned out to be a piece of parchment with a strange texture, inscribed with text.

Just at a glance, the young man’s eyes widened, frozen on the spot.

"What the... is this some kind of prank??"

Ye Shangming was confused, mainly because the damn thing mentioned his name, his current situation.

Yet the vicious death curse on it was quite discomforting.

Ye Shangming raised his hand to throw the parchment away when a truck suddenly roared past him, splashing half his body with dirty water.

"Damn!"

Ye Shangming glared at the truck, his mind inexplicably recalling the words on the parchment.

As if possessed, he slipped the parchment into his pocket.

Nine minutes later, he arrived at Nengda Industrial Company.

But Ye Shangming didn’t go in, didn’t even dare to stand at the entrance, just watching from afar across the street.

He inexplicably felt a bit afraid.

Afraid that the content of the parchment was true, yet also afraid that it was false.

It was a very contradictory feeling.

In a few more seconds, he would be late and miss this job interview opportunity.

Any interviewer would have a bad impression of a candidate who is late for an interview.

But... Ye Shangming’s heart felt somewhat apprehensive.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep—

Just as Ye Shangming was contemplating, a succession of urgent horn blasts suddenly echoed on the street.

Ye Shangming turned his head like a startled cat.

He saw a large truck rounding a corner at over eighty miles an hour, heading straight for Nengda Industrial Company.

Boom!!!

The whole building shook violently!

The entrance was smashed to pieces, the truck’s front plowed inside, instantly turning two ladies at the reception into pulp, and wreaking havoc as it plowed through, causing untold destruction and an unknown number of fatalities.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Thick smoke and flames billowed from within, screams and cries for help pierced the air.

And Ye Shangming, standing across the street, clutched the parchment in his hand, completely dumbfounded, his mind going blank.

At that moment.

New words appeared on the parchment.

"The fish has taken the bait."

The Sheepskin Demon, having devoured a client while in the guise of a streetwalker, adopted the client’s appearance and left the red-light district.

"Misfortune and foresight often go hand in hand."

"Predicting a short future is enough to make anyone lose their way."

"Hurry and get into the game. In this world, there’s only me, a single demon, and it’s decidedly dull."