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The scene was fleeting, like a fragment of memory that suddenly flashed in my mind, causing my pupils to dilate and my eyes to snap open.
In that moment, I trembled all over, overwhelmed by an indescribable fear.
Because in that brief glimpse, I saw a woman.
She was throwing a thick yellow rope over a sturdy tree trunk, the end of the rope tied in a live knot, and her head was slipping into it, tightening around her neck. Her gaze was eerily fixed on me, a chilling smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
That person was none other than my aunt.
Recalling the earlier experiences of Zhang Chao and Liu Bo, I quickly took out my phone and called my dad, asking where my aunt was.
My dad told me over the phone that she had gone home earlier that morning.
When I heard those words, it felt as if all my strength had been drained away in an instant, leaving me slumped in my chair.
I then urged my dad to hurry over to my aunt's house and call me back later. I didn’t elaborate on the reasons.
Zhou Zhen sat beside me, his gaze fixed on me. Seeing me calm down, he finally asked, "Did you see something again?"
I nodded and recounted the scene that had suddenly flashed through my mind.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhen's expression changed to one of concern. He sighed helplessly and said, "I'm afraid your aunt is in grave danger now."
What?
Even though I knew deep down that once such a scene appeared in my mind, it would inevitably come true.
But when Zhou Zhen said that, I still found it hard to accept, feeling an overwhelming sense of discomfort.
If Aunt really had an accident, it must be because of me.
Sure enough, Aunt's house wasn't far from mine, just in the neighboring village. Soon, my dad's call came back.
His tone was somewhat sorrowful as he told me that my aunt had passed away, hanging from the Pomegranate Tree in her own yard.
By the time he arrived, it was already too late. Aunt's tongue had already protruded nearly half a foot, her eyes wide open, her face pale, devoid of any signs of life.
I sat helplessly in a chair, my eyes moist and filled with deep self-reproach.
How could a good person suddenly commit suicide without any reason?
The others in the car didn’t understand what had happened and looked at me with strange expressions. I couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Zhou Zhen didn’t know what to say either; he just offered me some words of comfort, telling me to take care of myself.
When we got home, Aunt's body was already laid out at the entrance. My cousin and Uncle were there, crying sorrowfully. My dad stood nearby, sighing heavily.
As for my mom, she hadn’t recovered yet and was lying alone in bed at home. She probably didn’t even know the terrible news about my aunt’s passing.
From a distance, I looked at the body lying on the ground and didn’t dare to approach. I didn’t know how to face my cousin and Uncle; I could only cry silently.
After standing there for a while, I turned and walked away. Zhou Zhen followed me back to my house.
My mother's complexion had improved significantly, and indeed, no one had informed her of the terrible news that my Aunt had passed away—not even me. I simply engaged her in a brief conversation.
Then Zhou Zhen called me aside. I sensed he had something important to discuss, so I asked, "Uncle Zhou, do you have something to say?"
"Mm."
Zhou Zhen nodded, his gaze fixed on me as he spoke seriously, "Do you trust me?"
Although I was unsure why he was asking such a serious question, I nodded in response. At that moment, I realized I had no other choice but to trust him.
Seeing my nod, Zhou Zhen seemed satisfied and continued with a grave tone, "Since you trust me, I want to take you to a place, and the sooner, the better."
I frowned slightly, feeling puzzled. "Uncle Zhou, where are you taking me?"
"We need to go to Jiangsu. Your situation can no longer be delayed."
Zhou Zhen's tone was serious as he added, "Not only is the Yin Qi within you growing stronger by the day—which is already a significant problem—but if this continues, you could lose your life at any moment. Also, there's that strange curse; I'm having difficulty understanding it, so we need to find someone who can help you."
"And as you've seen, if you don't leave soon, it could endanger those around you."
I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I understood the reasoning behind Zhou Zhen's words. After considering everything during our journey together, I said nothing more and simply nodded indifferently. "So when do we leave?"
Zhou Zhen replied calmly, "The sooner, the better."
I fell into a brief silence, but still, with some concern, I asked, "Uncle Zhou, will my parents face any trouble after we leave?"
My mother's condition had just improved a bit, and with Zhang Chao, Liu Bo, and my aunt passing away one after another, I was worried that once we left, my parents might be haunted by something sinister.
Zhou Zhen frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow at me as he said, "Actually, all of this stems from you. As long as you leave, they shouldn't have any issues."
His words pierced through me like a thorn, filling me with guilt.
But it was undeniable that what he said was true. I nodded and replied, "If that's the case, then I can relax."
This departure could be described as hasty; I hadn't even attended my aunt's funeral. As for Zhang Chao and Liu Bo's funerals, I hadn't gone to those either and didn't dare to face them.
After notifying my dad and mom, Zhou Zhen took me away.
However, just to be safe, Zhou Zhen made some adjustments to the feng shui layout of my home before we left. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand any of it.
We left home at two o'clock that afternoon and boarded a bus on the highway at five. Zhou Zhen said we were heading to Jiangsu Jintan.
From where we were, we estimated that we would arrive in Jiangsu Jintan around five or six o'clock the next morning.
The air conditioning on the bus was running, making it feel particularly refreshing. Leaning back in my seat, I began to relax.
Zhou Zhen mentioned he wanted to take me to meet someone. I was curious—could this person be even more powerful than Zhou Zhen?
Just as I was about to ask him who this person was, I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. Immediately after, an uncontrollable scene flashed in my mind.
The scene was as clear as before, flashing through my mind like lightning, the sensation akin to being fast-forwarded by someone.
I quickly regained my composure, but my forehead was already drenched in sweat.
I suddenly stood up from my seat, panic-stricken, and shouted, "Stop the car! Quickly, stop the car! I need to get out!"
Whenever I acted out of character, it meant something was wrong, and Zhou Zhen understood this well. He could already sense that something was off in the atmosphere.
He stood up too, placing his hands on my shoulders to signal me to calm down. Then he asked, "Xiao Lin, what’s going on? Did you see something again?"
"Get out of the car! If we don’t get out now, we’re all going to die! We’re going to die!"
"Xiao Lin, be clear about what you’re saying."
Zhou Zhen's face had turned pale by now.
I said with a ghostly complexion, "Uncle Zhou, you have to believe me. This car is about to explode!"
"Driver, stop the car!"
Zhou Zhen had no doubt about what I said; his face instantly turned grim as he shouted at the driver.
My sudden outburst left the others in the car bewildered. They looked at me with a mix of anger, disdain, and the kind of gaze one might reserve for an idiot.
But I paid no attention to them; I kept repeating that everyone needed to get out and that the driver should stop the car.
The driver finally parked the car by the roadside, but when my gaze fell upon a gas station nearby, I froze in place, trembling all over.
A black Honda sedan was refueling, the driver engaged in conversation with the gas station attendant. However, beside them, I spotted two other figures.
Deng Kun, Wu Qian, Sister Suo, Yin Wife—ferocious.
Seeing ghosts in broad daylight, I couldn't even begin to describe the fear that gripped my heart.
Zhou Zhen's eyes instantly darted over as well; it was clear he sensed something was off.
Yet it seemed too late. A faint purple Will-o'-the-wisp eerily drifted toward the gas tank of that black sedan. Neither the attendant nor the driver appeared to notice this strange purple flame.
They continued their lighthearted conversation, blissfully unaware that death had quietly arrived at that moment.
What terrified me even more was the sudden chill that enveloped me; a grotesque Withered Face silently appeared before my eyes.
Mu Yan—she had come, standing just inches away from me.
The only difference this time was that she looked as if she were in great pain.
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