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Although I was angry at the time, the thought of returning to the dorm made my scalp tingle. Demons, I would rather believe they exist than not. Besides, I had truly encountered one, a terrifying Evil Spirit!
My Second Uncle is a forensic doctor, and my Third Uncle is a Funeral Home Director. I've heard them talk about these supernatural matters, which has left me with some psychological scars. A story from my grandmother's past suddenly came to mind.
Years ago, an Outsider came to Rongcheng and bought an Ancient House, making a living as a blacksmith. Not long after moving in, all the chickens, ducks, and livestock in the house died in droves! Eventually, three or four people in the family also died, and several went insane. Just when it seemed like a good family was about to be ruined, only a stubborn old grandfather and his grandson were left; the neighbors spread rumors that the house was haunted.
An Old Taoist passed by and walked around the house, concluding that it was the restless spirits seeking vengeance. Those in the know revealed that a Concubine had hanged herself in that house and had transformed into an Evil Spirit seeking retribution. The Outsider thought he got a bargain on the house but ended up losing everything. That night, the Old Taoist performed a ritual to capture the Evil Spirit and advised the family to hold twelve ceremonies; only then did they find peace.
I didn't know what this story had to do with me. At that time, I was just attracted by the low price of the apartment—only 800 yuan for a one-bedroom—and didn't pay much attention to the landlord's strange gaze.
So far, it was clear that what was haunting me was a Hanged Ghost looking for a substitute. And I was that victim. Terrified, I thought of my classmate Zhou Daming and quickly called him.
My classmate Zhou Daming, who calls himself Zhou Bansian, has a particular fondness for ancient texts like the Book of Changes. He has considerable knowledge of divination techniques and has researched Ma Yi Shen Xiang and Purple Star Astrology extensively. He claims to have an uncle who is a Taoist priest from Maoshan—a Real Person of sorts. This guy often laments his lack of practical use for his studies; fortunately for him, he found me, a history enthusiast, to chat with!
With just one phone call from me, he would rush over immediately.
"Hello! Is this Ji Xie? What's up? Are you inviting me to your wedding?" Zhou Daming is quite an unserious person, always carefree!
"Half Immortal! I've encountered a Hanged Ghost! An old man gave me a talisman to subdue her!" I briefly explained what had happened. On the other end of the line, he burst into laughter, clearly excited: "That's fantastic! You have such luck? Hurry home; I'll be right there!" With that, he hung up. After hearing his words, my face turned pale as I thought, "Damn it! Who wants such luck?"
As I walked down the street, I felt an unsettling sensation creeping over me—a feeling of being watched that was downright eerie!
Humans have instincts like other animals; it's just that after Evolution, our sensitivity to external dangers has diminished significantly, leading to a gradual decline in our sixth sense. For instance, when someone suddenly feels uneasy or their heart skips a beat—these are manifestations of that sixth sense still existing!
I quickened my pace as the alleys of Urban Village were narrower here, with some places piled high with garbage. At this time of day, there should have been no one around. However, I spotted a strange, skinny old woman rummaging through the trash with a cane. When I approached for a closer look, she vanished. I reassured myself that it was just an illusion.
Suddenly, a chill crept up from my feet to my head. An inexplicable anxiety washed over me, prompting me to walk even faster.
“Xia Ji!”
A voice called out from behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. The sound echoed in my ears. I heard it clearly; someone was definitely calling my name. I had heard many ghostly tales before. Ironically, those who engaged in scientific pursuits often held superstitions, and my family was no exception. We knew that if someone called your name at night, you must never respond.
The hungry spirits by the roadside could not discern the strength of a person's Yang Qi. If they encountered someone with strong Yang Qi, they generally wouldn’t dare to harm them. Instead, they would resort to “calling names” as a way to test their luck. Those who could hear such ghostly whispers were usually individuals with weak Yang Qi; if they responded, they would expose their vulnerabilities and immediately be dragged away by the spirits to become substitutes for the dead!
Naturally, I did not want to be a scapegoat, so I pretended not to hear anything! I hurried forward, but the voice called out again several times, and when it saw I was ignoring it, footsteps began to echo behind me—rustling sounds that made cold sweat trickle down my back. What started as a brisk walk turned into a run, yet the voice grew closer.
Suddenly—
A hand slapped onto my shoulder, startling me so much that I yelped. It was only later that I realized my shout had caused my Yang Qi to diminish. Every person has three flames: one on their head and two on their shoulders. The stronger these flames burn, the further away the ghosts stay. My shout extinguished one of those flames that were already weak. Immediately after that, I felt something slithery crawl onto my back; no matter how much I shook, it wouldn’t come off. When I reached back to touch it, there was nothing there!
Upon reaching downstairs, I saw an old man in a Zhongshan Suit at the entrance. His face was ashen as he stared intently at my back, his expression clearly one of terror. I had never seen this old man before. When I climbed up to the second-floor window and glanced down again, he had disappeared.
What usually took seven or eight minutes took me a full ten minutes of walking and running combined. The stairs that should have been easy to ascend felt particularly strenuous this time; I was panting heavily and took five or six minutes just to reach my dormitory. The door was open, and inside was pitch black—nothing at all. I turned on all the lights in the living room, bedroom, and bathroom, hoping that the brightness would calm my nerves!
After finishing these tasks and sweating profusely, I peeked outside to see if anything had followed me but found nothing. Leaning against the sofa, I pressed a talisman against my chest and breathed heavily. Just as I settled down for a moment, Zhou Daming arrived.
“Xia Ji! I'm here!” he called out. I glanced at him and felt something was off.
Zhou Daming stared intently at my back, sending chills down my spine. Suddenly he shouted, “Demon! Is this where you belong?” Although Zhou Daming had some knowledge of Daoist Arts, his skills were only enough to deliver fast food to ghosts. His sudden shout startled me as well!
As soon as his roar faded, I felt a lightness in my back, and my entire body relaxed, no longer gasping for breath. A chill swept through the room, and a middle-aged woman's voice echoed, "Are you trying to ruin my good fortune?" Zhou Daming chuckled coldly, "There's always a first come, first served. What makes you any different from a bandit?" The voice replied, "Heh heh! Since you're looking for death, I'll grant you that!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room felt heavy, and the lights flickered ominously. Zhou Daming seemed to transform into a different person; his body became rigid and upright, his heels lifted off the ground. His arms flailed like iron hooks, striking at the air with wild abandon, punctuated by bursts of laughter that sounded like "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Indeed, those eyes occasionally darted toward me. I felt a chill run down my spine, goosebumps rising all over my body. Leaning against the sofa, I dared not move. At that moment, the middle-aged woman's voice rang out again, "This matter with Liangzi is settled; I'll be back later!"
A gust of wind whooshed by as a shadow flashed past my eyes. Though it moved at lightning speed, I managed to catch a glimpse. It was a woman with bangs, her eyes blood-red with hardly any whites visible, and she bore a pair of glistening fangs in her mouth. Later on, I learned that if it weren't for the old man's Yellow Talisman, I would have been bitten to death by this Demon that night!
No wonder I felt so heavy; it turned out I had been possessed by the Demon and had even brought her home. Thankfully, Zhou Daming drove her away. I sighed deeply as I looked out the window.
Zhou Daming chased her all the way downstairs before returning to the dormitory. With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut.
I hadn't slept well all night and felt utterly exhausted. I closed my eyes, intending to rest properly for a while!
Suddenly, a faint eerie laughter echoed through the air. Although it was soft, it reached my ears—like the clucking of a hen about to lay an egg; it sent shivers down my spine.
Before long, there came a series of knocks at the door: knock! knock! knock! "Aji! Open up! It's Half Immortal!" I knew that Zhou Daming had a particular fondness for this nickname and even referred to himself as Half Immortal later on!
My heart raced at once; another Zhou Daming was outside my room—what was inside?
At that moment, another round of eerie laughter filled the air!
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