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Chapter Sixty Evil Spirit Malice
The scene shrouded in mist disappeared, and the entire underground parking lot became visible with the flashlight. Then I saw the security guard, Old Zhang, who was trapped here. At that moment, he seemed to be quite frightened by the earlier commotion, trembling as he clung to a concrete pillar, about ten steps away from us.
Although it was only ten steps away, we hadn’t seen him before, nor had he heard our voices.
Upon discovering Old Zhang, we hurried over. When he saw us coming, he immediately burst into tears and laughter, his face wet with tears; it was hard to tell whether he was excited or terrified.
When Old Zhang saw us, his first question wasn’t about his fear but rather if Old Li was really dead.
Yes, the death of security guard Old Li was indeed strange. To this day, I still can’t figure out how he died in a room on the fourteenth floor while his spirit came to deliver keys to us.
I simply nodded and didn’t say much because at that moment the mist had cleared, and the spirits of those who died in the building appeared before us, including the deceased Old Li!
The spirits also noticed us and consciously stepped back in fear. I wouldn’t let them escape again, so I stepped forward and questioned them: “You all are already dead; do you still want to linger here?”
Seeing that I was questioning them, the spirits stopped and looked at me without speaking, their faces full of innocence.
Noticing their silence, I continued: “No matter how you died, there are paths for both the living and the dead. Now that you are free, you should let go of everything in this world and move on peacefully; otherwise, you will become wandering souls. Don’t blame me for being rude then.”
At this moment, the little girl who had played hide-and-seek with us began to cry. She said she wanted to find her mother and had been searching in the building for a long time but couldn’t find her.
Although I didn’t know how these people died, I knew they all died unjustly. Especially this little girl; her sorrowful expression made me feel pity for her. I didn’t know how to explain to her that she was already dead and could no longer be with her mother.
Perhaps influenced by the little girl’s distress, the other spirits began to weep uncontrollably, tears streaming down their faces as they realized they were dead. Previously they were trapped by a soul-locking formation and thought they were still alive but just couldn’t leave the building. Now that everything was clear to them, how could they not be sad? Indeed, throughout life, one always has people they care about and matters they cannot let go of; it’s not something one can simply dismiss.
I sighed helplessly and urged them to see things differently. There’s a saying that goes: life is planned while death is random; no one knows when they will die. Only after death do we realize how many attachments and regrets remain in our hearts. But by then it’s too late; reality is reality—once a person dies, they cannot come back to life. I told them it would be better to move on sooner rather than later; any grievances could be brought up before King Yama!
After my efforts to persuade them, they finally accepted reality and nodded helplessly in agreement to let go of everything and go where they needed to be. However, the little girl was unwilling to go with them, crying out: “Sister, come save me! They want to take me away! Sister…”
Upon hearing this, I was immediately confused. The Woman Who Hanged Herself, the Master, the little girl, the woman in the elevator, and Old Li—weren't all five of them dead in this building? Why was the little girl still calling out for her sister? Could it be that there was another ghost in this building?
Thinking of this, I became alert because I recalled my previous suspicions. When the feng shui master set up the soul-locking formation, he must have ensured that a ghost was trapped inside the building so that it could continuously collect souls and turn the place into a haunted house. Could the sister that the little girl was calling out to be the first ghost trapped in the building?
Just as I was pondering this, a sudden gust of cold wind rushed towards me. I was startled because this wind carried a malevolent aura, clearly indicating it was an Evil Spirit!
I quickly made a gesture to prepare for any eventuality, but to my surprise, the cold wind did not rush directly at me. I was certain that an Evil Spirit had arrived just now, but why couldn't I see it?
While I was feeling puzzled, something serious happened to Mr. Zhu behind me! I suddenly heard Security Guard Old Zhang shout, "Mr. Zhu, what’s wrong with you?"
I hurriedly turned around and saw Mr. Zhu rolling on the ground as if possessed. Then he jumped high into the air like a martial arts star from a movie, leaping two or three meters high and hitting his head against the ceiling before crashing down onto the ground. He knelt there repeatedly banging his head against the floor with a loud thud; it echoed like "thump thump," and soon blood began to flow from his head.
This frightened me greatly. Old Zhang tried to pull Mr. Zhu away, but Mr. Zhu suddenly jumped from the ground, glared at Old Zhang, and kicked him away with such force that he flew three or four meters and crashed hard against a cement pillar, unable to get up for a while due to pain.
After kicking Old Zhang away, Mr. Zhu fell back to his knees on the ground and began banging his head again as if it were not his own. While doing so, he muttered angrily to himself, "I'll smash you, you wicked ghost! I'll smash you, you great evil! You forced me into this corner; I'll smash my head..."
The words coming out of Mr. Zhu's mouth were not his own voice; they belonged to a woman. The tone was harsh and filled with resentment.
Seeing this, I realized that Mr. Zhu had been possessed by a ghost!
The ghosts of those who died in the building were standing not far away. Clearly, Mr. Zhu had been taken over by that Evil Spirit I sensed earlier.
Seeing him like this, I knew that if I didn't stop it quickly, it wouldn't be long before Mr. Zhu would either die or suffer a concussion and become an idiot.
So I rushed towards Mr. Zhu to try to hold him back. However, once possessed by the evil spirit, Mr. Zhu's strength suddenly increased tremendously. Just as I lunged forward to grab him, he broke free from my grasp and kicked me away two meters.
I felt as if I had been struck by a heavy hammer; my entire body flew backward in pain.
Of course, if this were a scene from a TV drama, I would have spat out blood right now. But this wasn't a TV show; blood doesn't come out that easily. After taking that hit, I genuinely felt as if my body no longer belonged to me.
Everything happened too quickly for me to react. After taking such a hit, I dared not approach easily. However, I knew that Mr. Zhu must have offended the evil spirit that possessed him, which was why it tormented Mr. Zhu like this.
I got up from the Ground and shouted at the possessed Mr. Zhu: "Stop it, you Evil Spirit! This is too much. If you keep causing trouble, don't blame me for being rude!"
My shout actually had some effect; at least the possessed Mr. Zhu stopped banging his head against the ground. However, his face was already ashen, and his eyes were filled with resentment. He glared at me and said, "You little Yin-Yang master, mind your own business. I don't want to deal with you; this is my private matter with him. If you don't want to end up like him, you'd better get lost!"
I forced a smile; it seemed this evil spirit was indeed a tough character and quite troublesome. However, given the situation, I couldn't just leave Mr. Zhu behind to escape on my own. Regardless of the terrible things Mr. Zhu had done in the past, a ghost taking a life without due process was against the righteous path. Since I encountered this situation, I naturally couldn't ignore it.
I said to her, "Sister, I don't care how deep your grudge is with him, but there are rules in the living world and laws in the underworld. Even if Mr. Zhu has committed heinous acts, there are still Underworld and Heavenly Father to deal with him. Taking matters into your own hands like this goes against the laws of hell. As a Yin-Yang master, how can I turn a blind eye? I hope you will heed my advice and let him go; if he truly deserves punishment, he will receive it in due time."
"Call me 'Sister,' who are you calling 'big sister'? Do you want to play with fire?" At that moment, Mr. Zhu glared at me with fury as if I had some deep-seated grudge against her.
I certainly didn't want to go against her wishes; I quickly corrected myself and addressed her as 'Sister,' asking if she could listen to my advice and spare Mr. Zhu. Let's talk things over calmly.
Although I changed my wording, the possessed Mr. Zhu remained filled with resentment and told me to stop rambling and get lost quickly. She had deep-seated hatred towards Zhu and could not let him off easily.
I felt helpless; I wanted to get angry but feared harming Mr. Zhu, who was already possessed at that moment. Reluctantly, I said, "Sister, even if you have deep grievances with him, you've already hit and cursed him enough. Whether he is alive or dead is uncertain now; if you really kill him, your life will be over too. You know the punishments of hell—do you not fear the pain of being flayed alive?"
Upon hearing this, perhaps thinking of the terrifying punishments of hell, she actually showed some fear for a moment. However, that fear quickly vanished and was soon replaced by hatred as she angrily declared, "No way! He caused my death! Even if I can't be reborn forever, he must die!"
Hearing her say this reminded me of what Mr. Zhu had told me before, so I asked, "Sister, could it be that you used to live here and were forced to hang yourself due to relocation?"
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