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Gravekeeper
There was a slope ahead, and Ting's Father was riding the motorcycle too fast. At that moment, I was thrown off, flying through the air before crashing into a tree, which caused a sharp pain as I hit the ground.
I continued to roll down the slope, tumbling several times before finally colliding with a large tree, which brought me to a stop.
My entire body felt like it was on fire.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed, bewildered by the situation.
Rubbing my head, I got up and looked around.
The surroundings were shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly.
"Ouch..." A groan came from not far away.
I stood up and walked over to take a look. Ting's Father had blood all over his face.
"Are you okay, Uncle?" I asked as I approached him.
Ting's Father had already gotten to his feet. "I'm fine, I'm fine. We need to hurry back and find Ting."
Seeing that Ting's Father didn't seem seriously injured, I decided not to press further. I glanced around and said, "Let's head back up first. Where are we? Why is there so much fog?"
"I don't know either," he replied.
We started walking back up the slope, with a river flowing down beside us. The mist was thick around us, obscuring our view of the distance.
I felt uneasy; something didn't seem right. Just moments ago on the motorcycle, there had been no fog at all. Now that we had fallen down the slope, it was as if we had entered a completely different world. Was the weather in these mountains really so unpredictable?
We walked upstream along the river for more than ten minutes, and my unease grew stronger. We had fallen off the Main Road, tumbling and rolling down the slope for just a few hundred meters, yet now, after walking uphill for over ten minutes, we still couldn't see the Main Road.
Could it be that we were going in the wrong direction?
That couldn't be possible; we had been moving upward all along.
I took out my knife and carved a Pentagram symbol on a large tree that looked familiar, then continued on. As I walked, I finally confirmed that something was indeed wrong; we had encountered the Wall of Ghosts!
"Uncle! Don't go any further!" I stopped beside the tree, panting.
"What’s wrong?" Ting's Father asked without turning back.
"I've encountered the Wall of Ghosts! Damn it, how could this happen!" I cursed as I pulled out the Peach Wood Sword from my backpack.
Standing next to the tree, I thought quickly. I had only heard about this before but had never actually faced it. To me, the so-called Wall of Ghosts was merely a manifestation of spirits influencing human thoughts.
I wasn't afraid of these at all; even in broad daylight, it would be difficult for ghosts to control my mind. Even super-ghosts like Ghost Fetuses wouldn't easily be able to manipulate me. So why were we encountering the Wall of Ghosts now?
I rubbed my head, feeling that something was off.
"Let's hurry; I'm worried about Ting," Ting's Father said ahead of me, looking anxious. He ignored my concerns and moved forward again.
"Uncle, wait! This isn't right," I called after him.
Ting's Father paid no attention to me.
I hurried to catch up.
At that moment, a woman wearing a floral headscarf and carrying a bamboo basket approached from a distance. She was looking down at the ground as she walked, seemingly searching for firewood or mushrooms.
I was relieved to see someone and quickly ran over.
I called out to her loudly, "Hey! Miss, hello!"
The woman with the basket suddenly looked up, gasping in shock as she exclaimed, "Ah! A ghost!" She dropped the firewood she was carrying and immediately turned to run away.
"Wait! Miss! Miss!" I hurried after her, completely confused. I hadn’t even thought of her as a ghost; it was absurd that she thought I was one!
"Miss! I'm not a ghost, I'm a person! Slow down! Money! You dropped some money!" Seeing that I couldn't get her to stop, I quickly mentioned money.
"Ah!" The woman indeed seemed to value money over her life; she paused and turned to look at me.
I pointed to the ground. "Oh? One Hundred Yuan? Did you drop this?" I bent down and picked up the One Hundred Yuan bill.
Of course, I had pulled the money from my own pocket.
The woman hesitated for a moment before turning back towards me. She looked at me and then at the money in my hand, swallowing hard.
I spoke up, "Of course I'm not a ghost, Miss. I wanted to ask you what’s going on. We got lost by the river earlier and couldn’t find our way out. We couldn’t go upstream or downstream, and going sideways didn’t work either. What’s happening?"
The woman sighed in relief. She slowly approached me, scrutinizing my face. Finally, she reached out and touched my cheek. "Oh my goodness, you scared me! You’re really not a ghost; you’re warm."
The woman took the One Hundred Yuan bill from my hand.
I asked, puzzled, "Sister, why did you run away when you saw us? Is this place haunted often?"
She tucked the money into her pocket and replied, "Oh dear, you two are really lucky. Do you know that river? The spot where you came from? There have been frequent incidents there. I heard about a woman who, after a breakup, was dumped by a man and ended up committing suicide by jumping into the river. The police came several times but couldn't find her body. That’s one thing, but you see, this place is quite beautiful and remote, so students and couples often come here for picnics. Strangely enough, there seems to be a murder almost every month. Not long ago, a couple set up a tent to camp overnight, and the next day they found that the woman had stabbed the man with a knife and thrown him into the water. There have also been cases involving students picnicking here. In short, it’s very dangerous. So when I suddenly saw you two coming through the fog, of course, I thought you were ghosts."
She laughed awkwardly and added, "Well... this money is definitely mine now." She clutched the cash tightly in her pocket and quickly slung her Bamboo Basket over her shoulder before hurrying away, clearly afraid I might ask for the One Hundred Yuan back.
I frowned. According to this woman’s story, it seemed like the river was haunted by water ghosts; however, I didn’t feel any Ghostly Energy around.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. I called out to Ting's Father, "Uncle, hurry up! Let’s follow that lady!"
"Huh? Okay," Ting's Father replied as he approached with a pale face, moving slowly.
I felt anxious. "Uncle, hurry!"
I urged him on and chased after the woman, but after running for several dozen meters, she had vanished into the mist.
Frowning in frustration, I continued to quicken my pace. Suddenly, I heard the sound of flowing water ahead. I looked up and exclaimed, "What the hell!" I had somehow returned to the riverbank!
This time my head was spinning.
I had clearly run in the opposite direction; how did I end up back here? This made no geographical sense!
Ting's Father caught up to me, panting heavily. "What happened? Is everything okay? Wait... isn’t this... isn’t this the river we just saw?"
Just then, a splash erupted from the water as a woman in white emerged from the river. Her long hair flowed down like dark tendrils, covering the entire surface of the water!
"Men! I hate men!" The woman’s eyes were completely white, devoid of pupils, and she stared at us with an eerie intensity.
I immediately realized that this was the work of that bastard. I pulled out the Corpse-Subduing Bell, shaking it as it buzzed loudly, and then I stepped back.
"You can't escape!" The female corpse suddenly flew towards us, her long hair swirling around to form a massive circle, trapping me and Ting's Father inside.
I swallowed hard. I had never expected that the Corpse-Subduing Bell would be ineffective! This water ghost was completely unaffected by my bell!
"I hate men! If you want to leave, you must become eunuchs!" the Water Ghost Female Corpse snarled.
"Alright! Alright! We'll become eunuchs," Ting's Father hurriedly replied. "Please don't kill us, we are willing to become eunuchs." With that, he pulled out a fruit knife and aimed it at his own groin.
My head throbbed; something felt terribly wrong. Everything was so irrational!
"Ah!" Ting's Father was now not only red in the face but also stained with blood below. He staggered towards me, handing me the knife. "Hurry up and do it! If we don't become eunuchs, we'll die here..."
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