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"Water Ghost"
I was startled, and the long hair that had been wrapped around my arm quickly dispersed in fear.
Suddenly, I remembered that half of Mu Xuanche's Primordial Spirit was in my blood, which meant my blood could deal with ghostly entities.
In order to protect myself, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. I raised the gun and took the opportunity to press the trigger with a single finger.
"Bang!" A muffled sound echoed.
I felt a jolt through my body, my arm shook, and the bullet shot out of the barrel, piercing through my left arm like a bolt of lightning.
I tried my best to avoid hitting a vein, raising the gun higher to just graze the skin. But the subsequent impact made my chest lurch.
Suddenly, a torrent of fresh blood spread from the wound, and my face turned pale as that mass of long hair instantly scattered in terror.
The Water Ghost's face revealed a twisted expression that seemed like a smile for just a moment before it detached from me and gradually sank back into the endless abyss below.
Blood continued to rise with the river, and I widened my eyes.
I could feel my strength waning; suddenly, my vision blurred, and my arm clung tightly to the riverbank, sinking into the thick, swampy mud.
I felt the pain gradually numb as I lost too much blood, causing my head to spin. Thinking about my current predicament, I forced myself to push up. I struggled to swim ashore.
As I thrust my head above water, I felt a rush of fresh air fill my throat, allowing me to breathe again.
I grabbed onto a large rock at the bank and coughed up a mouth ful of water. The foul stench in my mouth and nose seemed impossible to shake off. Blood continued to ooze from my arm, but there was no longer any discomfort beneath me; it seemed that the Water Ghost had fled far away.
I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that my blood had the ability to ward off ghosts and thankful for Mu Xuanche's wise decision.
After pausing for a moment, I rolled onto the shore and looked around but saw no sign of Mu Xuanche. I could only sigh lightly and lay down on the ground, feeling somewhat exhausted.
I didn’t dare rest for long; Mu Xuanche must be searching for me since I hadn’t blown his Bone Whistle. He must be very anxious right now.
I had shot myself in the river with the gun, using bullets to graze my skin.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't serious; I only felt a bit of pain, but it didn't seem to be deep, so I didn't bother to find anything to bandage it.
I had no idea where Mu Xuanche was now, and in this strange village, I didn't dare to blow the Bone Whistle casually. If Mu Xuanche was busy at that moment, I would only be interrupting him.
After thinking for a moment, I decided to head back to the old man's house since that was where we had started after entering the village.
I hurried towards the old man's home, moving quickly. Upon arriving, I found that aside from the old man mumbling about not being caught, there was no sign of Mu Xuanche; even the village chief was absent.
I calmed my thoughts. If Mu Xuanche realized I wasn't following him, he would definitely come looking for me.
If he was searching for me, he would likely think of this place just like I did. So all I needed to do was wait patiently.
I sat quietly on the threshold of the old man's house, waiting for Mu Xuanche. At that moment, the old man approached me. I looked up at him and gently asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"
Unlike before when he was agitated and begged me not to catch him, he now stared blankly at me and said, "Young lady, you should leave this place quickly. I've seen it. I've seen that 'thing.' Even if you're a police officer, you won't be able to do anything about it."
At first, I was confused by the old man's words, but upon hearing him say this, my heart leaped with joy. It seemed that there might be some clues about the strange happenings in this village!
I quickly stood up and asked, "Sir, you've seen it? Can you tell me what it looks like?"
The old man sighed and said, "Why won't you listen? Hurry and go! You're still so young; don't waste your life here!"
I spoke urgently, "Please, sir. I'm not hiding anything from you. I'm a ghost hunter. I have ways to bring peace back to this village! But right now, I need some clues about this thing; otherwise, I won't know where to start!"
Fearing that he wouldn't believe me, I took out some talismans I'd drawn and a few essential tools.
The old man was taken aback and then suddenly knelt before me, crying out, "Master! You must eliminate this disaster and avenge my daughter and son-in-law! My grandson is so young; he has been taken away too! What meaning does my old life have if I'm left trembling in fear?"
I hurriedly helped the old man up and comforted him. "Don't worry, sir. It's my duty to catch ghosts and deal with evil entities. I will definitely capture and eliminate it. Please tell me in detail about what you've encountered and what you saw of that 'thing.'"
The old man wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said, "After my son-in-law and daughter left us, I cherished my grandson even more. The villagers knew about their situation and took good care of us. One afternoon after lunch, my grandson went out to play with friends while I stayed home sorting grains. By dinner time, he still hadn't returned. So I took some of the glutinous rice I had cooked to find him; he might be hungry. I planned to look for him under the big willow tree at the village entrance since they usually played games there."
But when I got there, I saw no one. Usually, the villagers were very helpful to us grandfather and grandson duo.
It was late, and I felt embarrassed to ask them for help, so I decided to search by myself at the entrance of the village, thinking that the children might have gone to play by the river.
As I approached within five or six meters of the river, I noticed someone squatting there. Being old, my eyesight wasn't great, and I couldn't quite tell what he was doing. I called out, "Hey there, have you seen any friends playing around here?"
He didn't respond, and I felt hesitant to disturb him. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I caught a glimpse of him turning his head.
A pair of crimson eyes startled me. At my age, I've seen many things, but that sight made me turn and run without knowing why he didn't chase after me.
I went to ask a few friends of my grandson who often played together. They said they couldn't find him while playing hide-and-seek, and when it got dark, they assumed he had gone home and dispersed.
At that moment, I felt anxious; having seen such a filthy thing last night made me uneasy. Deep down, I had a premonition that something had happened to my grandson.
The villagers helped me search for him, and eventually, we found my grandson's Longevity Lock at the very spot where I had seen that 'thing.' I hadn't protected him well! If I hadn't run away, perhaps my grandson would still be alive!
Why am I still alive? I'm sorry to my daughter!
The old man cried inconsolably, and all I could do was comfort him: "Sir, please don't be like this. What's done is done; all you can do now is live well. The deceased are gone; try to think positively!"
But he continued to cry, walking back into his room without acknowledging me.
I really didn't know how to comfort someone, especially in such a situation. I was at a loss for how to make the old man feel better. All I could do was stand there with furrowed brows.
I noticed that the old man had taken Glutinous Rice with him to find his grandson and had encountered that "thing" without being harmed. This detail struck me. What kind of being fears Glutinous Rice?
The answer came to me: Drought Corpse!
Drought Corpse is the scientific name for Zombie. Also known as Corpse Spirit, a Drought Corpse is a type of Zombie that can only be classified as such after a thousand years.
Typically, Zombies arise when a person dies with Resentment trapped in their throat, unable to breathe their last breath.
However, Zombies come in different levels. Since the old man was out at night and his eyesight wasn't good, he likely didn't see the appearance of this Drought Corpse.
As I pondered what magical tools and talismans would be most effective against this Drought Corpse, Mu Xuanche arrived!
Mu Xuanche rushed up to me, excitement evident in his eyes as he hugged me tightly. "Yan Xi, you really scared me! Why didn't you blow my Bone Whistle when something happened?"
I felt a bit taken aback, resting my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that much. I was afraid blowing your Bone Whistle would affect you."
Mu Xuanche held my shoulders firmly, concern etched on his face as he looked at the scabs on my arms. "How can I be at ease with you like this?"
He gently touched my wounds, and I noticed they were slowly healing. I realized Mu Xuanche was using his spiritual energy to mend my injuries.
His spiritual energy could temporarily suppress the wounds, but for more serious ones, I would need to find Bai Qiling.
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