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Chapter 06: Dark Demon
Zhu Gang brought this upon himself.
Lao Luo wanted to find out how Zhu Gang encountered Yin Yin, and then cruelly kill her and dismember her body, leaving only her head to suppress her soul within it. This was intended to tame her spirit for his own use, but he miscalculated. Instead of enacting a revenge plan for his sister, he inadvertently caused her to suffer a backlash from the spirit. Although Lao Luo controlled the ghost, he was severely injured with broken bones all over his body, leaving him in a state where he could hardly survive, enduring each moment until death.
Fear!
Have I ever been afraid?
No.
It’s just sharing a coffin with the dead.
I said I wasn’t afraid, but my legs couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
When Fatty turned the coffin to another position, my heart jolted suddenly.
Damn, the head of the coffin was facing south. It was indeed where the dead lay, but I was very much alive.
“Can you do this?”
Fatty grinned like he had just won five hundred thousand in the lottery and nodded at me. “No problem. With me and Lao Luo here, you can go without worry.”
Nonsense, it sounded like a farewell message.
I glanced at Fatty again. His eyes were sunken into his flesh, glinting with a cunning and satisfied expression as if he were saying, “Ma Qi, do you know where you’re going? That’s hell. There are man-eating Dark Demons there. If you want to get close to Yin Yin, who lies buried in the Dark Realm, you’ll have to pay a hefty price.”
Filled with doubts, I hesitated as Lao Luo handed me a package and briefly explained a few things before I slowly stepped into the coffin.
Hmm—
"Damn, it stinks," I said as I propped myself up, instinctively stretching my arms out and shouting, "Don't close it too tight, or someone will die."
Lao Luo stood to the side with a smile, slowly closing the Coffin Lid. A sliver of precious light seeped in, and I stared at that beam, suddenly feeling very anxious. My heart raced, and it felt like I couldn't breathe.
"The Dark Realm Demon will wait for you at the entrance. Remember to satisfy all her needs, and don't forget the way back. If you get lost, you'll never return."
I recalled my grandfather's stories about the Dark Realm. The Dark Realm Demon was said to have no facial features. Those who sought her help had to bring paper facial features with them. She would guide you to find the soul you were looking for, but along the way, you had to offer her something precious—those missing facial features.
Lao Luo seemed to know all this too; it appeared his relationship with my grandfather was quite deep.
After a series of dull thuds, that last sliver of light vanished. Lao Luo's voice faded outside as well. My fingers fumbled along the slick coffin walls. I decided to go all in; no matter what, I had to give it a try.
Lao Luo instructed me not to alert the family until we uncovered the details surrounding Yin Yin's death. Finding the body would take time, and both of us held onto a glimmer of hope that this head wasn't Yin Yin's. After all, it was bald and lacked muscle tissue, with only sparse strands of hair. Until we conducted a DNA test, we couldn't be sure this was indeed Yin Yin's head.
Lao Luo wanted me to use my abilities to immerse myself in the situation and feel what had happened to Yin Yin, hoping to verify whether this truly was her.
The coffin was damp; everything felt wet to the touch, so I placed my hands flat against my chest. To my left lay the Ghost Head. It remained still; Lao Luo must have taken away the evil spirit, leaving what remained harmless to me.
The stench filled the small space. Although the coffin wasn't sealed tightly, that foul odor still lingered.
I occasionally pinched my nose.
I couldn't control the various speculations and fearful thoughts bubbling up from within me about what might happen next.
My eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness.
Lao Luo had warned me not to activate my Demon Eyes inside the coffin; doing so would attract many evil entities.
Why was there still no movement?
I felt a bit breathless, wondering if I would suffocate in the coffin. Unintentionally, I recalled the smile that lingered at the corner of those plump lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. No, I didn’t want to stay here; it was impossible to witness what was happening to Yin Yin. I screamed, flailing my arms and trying to lift the Coffin Lid.
I stretched out my hand, every single one of my 600 trillion cells tensing up and working hard.
Before I could lift the Coffin Lid, a wave of icy air rushed in. A hand—definitely not my own—reached in from the side of the coffin while my hands were in front of me.
This hand was groping around as if searching for something.
It was covered in a sticky, foul-smelling liquid that smeared all over my face and mouth.
What on earth is this?
I pushed back with my head forcefully and felt that hand disappear. The top of my head loosened slightly. My body involuntarily moved backward, and at the same time, the Ghost Head rolled over, heading toward the opening at the top of my head.
I couldn’t lose that Ghost Head.
Instinctively, I pressed against the top of my head.
My body shifted from lying on my back to crawling on my stomach, propping myself up with my elbows as I made my way toward the hollow space.
The side of the coffin was hollow; that was something I hadn’t anticipated.
As I crawled out of the coffin, an open area appeared before me, surrounded by a gray haze devoid of any hint of nature's colors.
The sound of rushing water echoed around me, but I couldn't see the Ghost Head. Instead, I noticed a solitary trail of footprints stretching far into the distance.
I had completely emerged from the coffin and turned to look back, only to find that it had vanished, leaving behind a dark door.
The space beyond the door was so surreal that I could hardly believe I had crawled out from such a place.
It resembled a dog hole.
How could I, Ma Qi, possibly crawl out of a dog hole?
There was no turning back now; I aimlessly followed the trail of footprints.
With each step, the impressions grew deeper, and I felt an overwhelming sense of fearlessness. Ahead lay mountains of blades and seas of fire, yet I wondered if this trail of footprints was guiding me forward.
In any case, I pressed on.
Under the dim sky, I spotted a river with a girl standing by its edge.
She faced away from me, gazing at the riverbank.
Her long hair danced in the wind.
From her silhouette, she bore a slight resemblance to Yin Yin.
I approached her and called out, "Yin Yin."
She heard me and turned to look at me.
Damn—her appearance startled me.
Under the black hair, a face as white as paper, devoid of features.
A face without any features stared straight at me.
She was not Yin Yin, but she was the one who could lead me to find Yin Yin. No, she should be the Dark Realm Demon.
Honestly, I felt an overwhelming urge to run away.
But where could I go?
This was what I had come to do: help her find her features and uncover the truth.
I approached her, unable to look at her face.
From the bag that Lao Luo had handed me, I took out a pair of paper eyes.
She embedded the paper eyes into her featureless face, and suddenly, it had eyes.
I took her cold hand, and she led me toward the increasingly soft mud.
My legs sank deeper; it felt just like the nightmare I had last time.
Caught in fear, unable to escape.
Lao Luo had to fulfill all her needs and speak to her as little as possible.
We walked on, feeling the mud pulling us deeper, my movements growing weaker.
Suddenly, she stopped moving.
She reached out her hand to me.
I hurriedly rummaged through my bag and pulled out my nose.
She took it and carefully attached it to her face. With two features in place, this bizarre and strange face broke into a smile. The barely visible grin flashed and disappeared, and then I continued walking with her.
Finally, I could not move anymore.
Not that I couldn't walk, but there was simply no way to continue.
A bubble of murky air wafted toward me, and she stared at me unblinkingly. I still dared not look at her, deliberately turning my head to gaze elsewhere.
The mud was rising, while we were sinking.
When the mud completely buried us, I entered a dark, sunless space.
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