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I sneaked out of the house and found Granny A-Lan's little cottage once again. As soon as I stepped inside, a strong fragrance hit me, making me cough uncontrollably.
“ Granny A-Lan, please save my mother!” I cried, my voice trembling and on the verge of breaking.
She slowly turned around, her murky eyes glinting with an unusual light in the candlelight. “Speak, child.”
Gasping for breath, I recounted everything my grandmother had prepared. When I mentioned the chicken blood and silver needles, Granny A-Lan's expression suddenly darkened.
“That old woman dares to use the Soul Locking technique!”
She stood up shakily, leaning on her cane as she walked to the altar. From a hidden compartment, she retrieved a small copper mirror.
The mirror was only the size of a palm, its surface dull and lifeless, with strange runes etched along the edges. Granny A-Lan wiped the mirror with her sleeve, and when she handed it to me, her hands trembled.
“Your grandmother intends to forcibly reverse the yin and yang, using blood as a guide to harness the yin energy of the Qingming Festival to tear apart two souls and reassemble them.”
Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist, her nails digging deep into my flesh, causing me to gasp in pain. “If this is done, either your mother will be lost forever or your father will perish completely. Do you understand? One of them will never return!”
The cold touch of the copper mirror against my palm sent a shiver down my spine. Granny A-Lan held onto my wrist tightly. “Remember, when your grandmother finishes chanting and is about to strike with the knife, point the mirror at the center of the formation to break it. The timing is crucial; too early or too late won’t work.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
At noon on Qingming Festival, the sky was overcast with dark clouds threatening a torrential downpour at any moment. My grandmother was dressed in black, her hair pinned up high with a blackwood hairpin.
Her gaze was frighteningly fervent, a strange smile playing at the corners of her mouth that I had never seen before.
My father was bound to a grand chair at the center of the formation; his face was pale, lips purple, eyes filled with despair.
On the other end of the formation, my mother was tied to a pillar in the courtyard. She did not struggle but quietly watched my father with an unsettling excitement in her eyes.
I hid in a corner, my palms slick with cold sweat as I clutched the copper mirror tightly; its icy touch was my only source of comfort.
Grandmother lit the black candles surrounding the formation, ignoring my father's trembling pleas for mercy, and splashed chicken blood over both of them. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, sharp and nauseating. I covered my mouth, desperately trying to stifle any sound.
Holding a peach wood sword, Grandmother began to chant incantations. Both my father and mother let out simultaneous cries of agony, as if an invisible force was tearing at their souls. My heart raced, nearly leaping from my chest, fear and despair threatening to engulf me. I wanted to rush out and stop everything, but the warning from Granny A-Lan kept me rooted in place.
I watched as Grandmother picked up a dagger smeared with cinnabar, a sinister grin spreading across her face as she approached my father. Her eyes glowed with an eerie red light. "Come back! My son! Let this wretch's soul scatter!" My palms were slick with cold sweat as I clutched the copper mirror tightly. Granny A-Lan had said that the timing was crucial. But when was the right moment? What would happen if I used it incorrectly?
I fixed my gaze on Grandmother's movements. Just as her dagger was about to plunge into my father's chest, I suddenly burst forth from the shadows. I hurled the copper mirror with all my might towards the strange rune at the center of the formation.
With a loud clang, the mirror struck the ground. The once dim surface erupted in blinding azure light, enveloping the entire courtyard in its strange glow. "No!" Grandmother screamed in a piercing wail. All the candles extinguished simultaneously, and the runes on the ground began to twist and contort, writhing like snakes come to life, intertwining until they transformed into a chaotic mass of black mist.
A powerful force sent Grandmother flying; she crashed heavily against the wall, dropping both her dagger and peach wood sword. Suddenly, my father threw his head back and let out a horrific scream, his body convulsing unnaturally, eyes rolling back as black froth spilled from his mouth.
Meanwhile, my mother, bound to the pillar, began to struggle frantically, the ropes digging deeply into her flesh.
"Ah!"
My grandmother clutched her chest in pain, her face visibly withering away, deep wrinkles forming on her skin. Her half-white hair turned completely white in mere seconds, cascading down from her hairpin and spilling over her shoulders.
"Damn you little beast..." she managed to lift her head, her voice filled with venom, "Who gave you the mirror... that ruined my... my son..."
I saw blood tears welling in the corners of her eyes, her entire being seeming drained of spirit as she hunched over and curled up on the ground.
She opened her mouth to say something but could only emit a hissing sound.
A chilling wind swept through the courtyard, stirring up dust and blood from the ground, while dark clouds loomed overhead as if the entire sky were about to collapse.
I stood at the center of this chaos, watching everything unfold before me, unsure if I was doing right or wrong.
"Boom—!"
A blinding flash of lightning tore through the sky, followed by torrential raindrops that pelted down like bullets, instantly merging into a downpour.
The rain washed over the runes on the ground, mixing with blood and flowing in winding streams.
Those runes gradually blurred under the relentless rain until they completely vanished, as if they had never existed at all.
I heard my parents' anguished cries rising and falling amidst the sound of the rain, yet I dared not step forward. I didn't know whom to approach or what I could do.
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