Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Evil Ghost Baek Dong-su (8)
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A sleek beauty was straddling the thigh of the man in the driver's seat, facing him.
She was perched on him like she was embracing him, whispering something into the ear of the man who was driving, giggling, then rubbing her lips against his forehead.
"He's really into it. Hope he doesn't cause an accident. Damn, that body's insane."
Just like Nosehair said, it was a figure you didn't see every day.
Slim waist, big chest—exactly Nosehair's type. Her miniskirt was barely palm-sized, impossible to look away from.
"He's super pumped! Totally pumped!"
Nosehair's gaze was locked on the driver's seat of the car next to them.
Woosong glanced at Nosehair through the rearview mirror and shook his head.
"Hey, Song! You see that?"
Nosehair always called Woosong "Song."
For three years straight, he'd never once used Woosong's real name properly.
"The car next to us? Looks over thirty years old."
Nosehair leaned right up to the back of Woosong's head and spoke.
"You see it? He's loving it, right? That woman's just... And the guy's impressive too. Driving steady with a babe like that on his lap. Buddha himself."
"Isn't he a monk? Bro, where's the woman?"
Woosong glanced at the car beside them, then looked at Nosehair in the rearview mirror.
Nosehair replied in disbelief at Woosong's words.
"Hey! You can't see her? She's sitting facing him on his lap. Hugging, biting, sucking him up? You blind?"
He pointed at the woman like he was telling him to look closely.
The woman in the other car, seeing Nosehair point at her, spoke toward him.
"It's about to start now."
Her voice was soft, barely audible, but it was definitely directed at Nosehair.
'Start what?'
Woosong said cautiously.
"Bro, there's no woman."
"What? Bullshit! You saying you can't see that woman? She just talked to me!"
Nosehair smacked the back of Woosong's head and pointed at the other car again.
'She's not there!'
The other car had no woman—just a monk in his robes driving alone.
Nosehair pulled back his pointing finger and silently rolled up the window.
* * *
Nosehair's car left the highway and entered a narrow national road.
A small car ahead had been bugging Nosehair for a while now.
"That thing—they don't make 'em anymore, right? Looks like it'd tip over if you nudged it. It's crawling along. Just pass it!"
It was a two-lane road, but with no other traffic, passing seemed easy.
No rush on this road, but that cocky little car up front was getting on his nerves.
"You think so, bro?"
Woosong passed leisurely, peering into the small car.
As they overtook it, Nosehair said,
"Owner tinted the hell out of that small car. Tacky as shit."
Woosong didn't respond, like he hadn't heard.
Nosehair wasn't thrilled with the lack of reply but let it slide.
A bit later.
A horn blared from behind.
"What the hell?"
Nosehair snapped, turning to look back.
The small car's front windshield was tinted too—pitch black, couldn't see inside at all.
"Crazy bastard— who tints the front windshield like that?"
Like he couldn't hear, Woosong kept driving forward without a word.
'Is this guy's ears deaf?'
Nosehair was starting to get pissed at Woosong's behavior.
The honking small car charged up and rammed the rear bumper of Nosehair's car.
"What the fuck! Why's this asshole doing that? Hey! Song, pull over! That prick."
Ignoring him, Woosong sped up instead.
"Bro, can't stop right now."
"What're you talking about? That car hit us! We gotta get repair money or ram 'em back, right?"
Even as Nosehair yelled, Woosong accelerated more.
As Woosong sped up, the small car matched pace and followed.
"Hey! Song, you gonna pull over or not? What's wrong with you?"
Nosehair couldn't understand Woosong's actions.
"Bro, feels like we can't stop the car right now."
Woosong spoke without looking back.
'What's with this guy? Wait, was that car always that fast?'
Looking at the small car thrashing to ram them, Nosehair recalled the traffic accident that had befallen the demon.
'No way something happens just from getting rear-ended by that. But how many can fit in there? Hmm... Probably not smart to stop now.'
Thinking of the accident that killed Demon Bang Il-seok, wariness grew toward the pursuing car.
'If I stop here, they might sabotage me. Better head to a safe spot like this.'
He figured someone had put a hit on him.
"Song, can't shake that thing? How's it so fast?"
The speed of the car chasing Nosehair's luxury foreign import was unbelievably quick.
'If they catch me, I'm demon chow. Demon faction sent it?'
"Road's too rough—we can't go faster, bro."
Woosong sounded urgent now, glancing back.
"Hey, that gas station ahead! Pull in there!"
Nosehair shouted urgently upon spotting the station ahead.
Nosehair's car slammed the brakes and veered right into the station.
Screeech—
The car skidded dramatically, scraping the station wall with tire marks before stopping.
Gas station attendants rushed out at the flashy foreign car arrival.
It was a quiet rural station—no other cars fueling.
"You okay?"
A college-aged attendant asked Woosong, who was slumped over the wheel, breathing heavily.
Nosehair collected himself and looked back—the small car was casually slowing and stopping at the entrance.
"That motherfucker!"
Nosehair rubbed his neck, rolled his shoulders, then got out.
Muscles jarred but no real damage.
He went straight to the trunk and pulled out an aluminum baseball bat.
'Fine! Let's see how many and their faces. At this point, they're definitely targeting me. I'll strike first.'
Gritting his teeth, Nosehair dragged the bat toward the small car, sparks flying as it scraped the asphalt.
"Bro!"
Woosong jumped out and called after him.
"You, keep the engine running. Just check faces and we're out."
Nosehair didn't look back.
'Don't know who's behind the hit, but if I back down here, they'll keep coming. After all I've been through.'
Clutching the bat tight, Nosehair stood in front of the trailing car.
Inside was pitch black—nothing visible.
He tapped the driver's side window with the bat.
"Window down."
No response.
"Open the goddamn window!"
Nosehair smashed the driver's window with the bat.
Thwack!
The breaking glass sounded odd.
Something snagged on the bat that went through.
'What? Did I hit someone's head?'
As the windshield shattered, the inside became visible bit by bit.
The car was packed solid black.
A very familiar black.
No space for even one person—front seats to back, piled to the ceiling with black objects.
No driver.
Not even room to sit.
It wasn't tint making it black—these objects.
Packed so tight the glass burst.
Wind through the broken window made the black things dance.
'Hair?'
Nosehair looked at the bat.
'Red?'
Blood.
Blood smeared the bat.
Nosehair's eyes took in the car filled with headless torsos—no, heads without bodies.
Squelch, grind.
Flesh on flesh, bone on bone rubbing.
The bodiless heads ground against each other, turning their necks.
Hundreds of eyeballs stared at Nosehair; hundreds of mouths opened wide, screaming.
"Get your ass to Seoul and kneel!"
The thunderous roar from hundreds of mouths knocked Nosehair flat on his butt.
No time to make out the simultaneous screams.
Nosehair crawled up and bolted back to the car blindly.
"You see that?"
He locked the door right after jumping in and asked Woosong.
Woosong answered by driving.
Small car blocking the entrance, so he plowed through the flower bed to the road.
Woosong floored it without stopping.
"When we passed earlier, I saw dozens of heads in the windshield turning to follow us. Figured you wouldn't believe me, so I didn't say and just kept going without stopping. Bro, those heads—Baek Dong-su's, right?"
Woosong had seen the heads stuck to the window during the pass.
"Whatever! Just drive fast."
Nosehair yelled, looking back.
The small car at the entrance was pulling onto the road.
"Smashed-up Dong-su bastard—his head."
Nosehair muttered, glancing back.
* * *
Night had deepened.
The moon hung large, good visibility.
Thanks to Woosong hammering the accelerator like a maniac, the small car was gone.
Tension easing, Nosehair suddenly needed to piss.
"What is this, America? No buildings along the road? Where's this in Korea? Why's the GPS acting up?"
At Nosehair's irritated grumble, Woosong cautiously suggested,
"Bro, there's a forest path up ahead. Park there and handle it."
Nosehair checked behind—no small car.
"Just in case, pull deep in."
Didn't want it spotting them passing.
He drove into a narrow path through the woods.
Pretty deep in now.
Nosehair got out, and Woosong followed.
Woosong needed to go too, apparently.
They left the doors open, ready to jump in anytime.
Nosehair stood in some bushes a bit from the car, side by side with Woosong, relieving themselves.
Come to think of it, no bathroom since leaving Seoul that afternoon.
As always, something showed up at the worst timing—the small car came barreling down the forest road and rammed Nosehair's foreign car.
Bam!
The impact sent bodiless heads pouring out the shattered driver's window.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Dozens of heads hit the ground like basketballs, bouncing toward Nosehair and Woosong.
All of them—the dead evil ghost Dong-su's heads.
"Argh! When'd that follow us? Song, run!"
Even in panic, Nosehair yelled verbosely as he bolted.
Nosehair and Woosong ran wildly, streams unbroken.
"Why so many of Dong-su's heads? Was that bastard the Hundred Twins? Heads doing split-body technique?"
As they ran, the things jiggled, splattering urine on their faces and bodies.
After running a while, Nosehair panted to Woosong,
"Song, hide in those bushes. Can't run more."
The spot Nosehair pointed to was a thicket of pampas grass as tall as a person.
No river nearby, just weirdly dense pampas.
Normally, hiding in suspicious thickets spells big trouble.
"Got it, bro."
Only after ducking into the grass could they tuck themselves away.
"We ran far—should be good? Heads bouncing won't make it here, right?"
"Probably, bro."
"Even just heads, the numbers make it scary as hell. Whew. Those heads said something—hear it?"
Zipping up, Nosehair asked Woosong.
"No clue. Too panicked. But bro, you got your phone?"
Woosong looked troubled.
"In the fishing vest... Why? You don't?"
Wallet and phone were in the vest left in the car.
"I was charging mine..."
Woosong was phoneless too.
"Phone's the issue now? Stay low and quiet."
Nosehair whispered, crouching.
They muffled breaths, hiding tight.
In the pampas grass, Nosehair and Woosong heard a woman's moan carried on the wind.
[Ah, aaa... Ack!]
"You hear that too?"
Nosehair poked Woosong quietly and whispered.