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Chapter 6: Fish and Dragon Mixed Together
I grabbed a talisman and rushed towards him, my other hand clutching the Copper Coin Sword. I silently recited the incantation, "Five Thunder Three Thousand Generals, countless thunder soldiers, open the door, close the earth's gate, leave the human door, cut the ghost path, summon Six Ding and Six Jia, Southern Dipper Six Stars, Big Dipper Seven Stars. I invoke Nine Responses of the Primordial Thunder Sound Universal Decree and Taishang Laojun's Urgent Command!" Immediately, the talisman and the Copper Coin Sword struck simultaneously. A flash of light was followed by a cacophony of strange sounds as the Copper Coin Sword and the talisman embedded themselves into an empty shell. The shell fell down, and at that moment, the space filled with a series of bizarre noises as thousands of bats formed a swirling black vortex in unison.
This scene was too bizarre; I gasped in shock, trembling all over.
In an instant, the room was filled with bats—a dense mass of them—chattering incessantly.
I quickly pulled out a plastic glove I had taken from Zhu Gang's house and put it on. With a leap, I firmly grasped one bat in my palm. Strangely enough, while holding the bat, I felt something solid in my hand.
Slowly, I began to open my palm bit by bit. After a wisp of brown smoke dissipated, where had the bat gone? There wasn't even a single hair left; just moments ago, I had clearly caught one. I stood there dumbfounded, feeling like a child who had lost its freshly caught prey, overwhelmed by a sense of loss and frustration as I stared upwards in shock.
In just a few seconds, not only had the bat in my palm vanished into thin air, but all the bats in the room had also disappeared without a trace. A faint odor lingered in the air; there was no sign of bats anywhere. This only reinforced my conviction about one thing.
The shell undoubtedly belonged to my grandfather; it was just a dry shell that made me think of a pupa. Those thousands of bats must have been nurtured within this shell, growing by feeding on my grandfather's internal organs before breaking free to become terrifying carnivorous bats. My heart trembled at the thought.
Fat appeared weakly at the door of the dark room and looked at me in surprise. "Brother Qi, what are you looking at?" he asked. I hurriedly shielded the shell on the ground with my body and urged him to sit on the sofa. As he turned to sit down, I quickly grabbed the shell; its coldness seeped into my fingers, making me shiver involuntarily.
I swiftly took the shell into the dark room and placed it in the coffin on the second layer before carefully inspecting it again. The mechanisms of the coffin seemed fine before I turned around and strode back to the living room. Approaching Fat, I asked, "Do you want some water?" Even as I asked this question, I couldn't help but glance around the room in disbelief at how so many bats could vanish without a trace in such a short span of time.
Fat's face still looked pale as he followed my gaze around the room and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Bats."
"I don't see any bats; I'm just watching what you're looking at on the floor."
"Nothing much," I replied, not wanting to tell Fat that our grandfather had turned into a monster. However, there were some things he needed to know. Without mentioning Grandfather, I continued on the topic of the Bat: "They exist for real, yet slip away right under my nose. It's not a Bat, but more like a Monster."
"Bat only comes out at night, just one of them. In reality, they exist too, and they can't become a Monster. Brother Qi, are you losing your mind?" Fat showed little interest in the topic; perhaps he simply didn't believe that such things as Monsters existed in this world. After a few dismissive remarks, I noticed him frowning in thought before he looked up and asked in confusion, "Brother Qi, how did I end up lying in a coffin?"
I helped him sit on the sofa and handed him a cup of hot water, asking, "Do you remember what happened before? If you do, please tell me quickly."
Fat took a sip of water and fell into contemplation, as if trying to recall something. Then he slowly began to speak: "I remember our agreement—three knocks is the signal to open the door. When I got home, I was busy preparing the paper offerings needed for Zhu Gui's funeral when I suddenly heard knocking. It was exactly three knocks, just like we agreed. I went to open the door..."
As Fat delved deeper into his memories, I could imagine his surprise at that moment. Standing at the door was the creature that impersonated me—a monster that could change its form at will, capable of becoming a Bat or taking on a human shape.
I sensed that this matter was not so simple. This monster knew everything about us as if it were one of us. This had to be related to our deceased grandfather.
Grandfather wasn't returning from the dead; he had been cursed with the most malicious Evil Arts spell.
A rare Evil Arts Curse had been gestating within Grandfather's body until it broke free. The one responsible for casting this evil curse was none other than Li Gui. From start to finish, neither Fat nor anyone else had the chance to approach the dark room; only Li Gui impersonated me at Ma Wu Funeral Home and activated the mechanisms of the dark room before placing the Curse on Grandfather's corpse.
Fat couldn't know about this.
Our deceased grandfather had transformed into this state, knowing everything about me and using my name to lure in prey.
Not long ago, Mi witnessed what happened—it was all real. She was heavy with Yin Qi, saw those hands reaching out from the wall, and was invaded by Evil Energy, losing her mind, which led to her standing dazed in front of the wall of the dark room.
Fat continued to recall deeply; when he saw me appear, he was also quite surprised. However, the monster impersonating me was cunning—every move and word mirrored mine perfectly.
And after taking a pill pretending to be my monster, I was put into a coffin unconscious. If I hadn't come back in time, my fatness would have really become a source of nourishment and I would have died. But in this case, I really can’t blame Fat Eyes for being unable to recognize the real thing from the fake one. Maybe that fake Ma Qi is standing in front of me, and I will be confused as to whether I am real or fake. I comforted Fatty and remembered the agreement with Qin Ye. Seeing that it was almost time, I settled Fatty down and arranged Bagua Formation in his room. With Bagua Formation, even if the monster wants to do anything to Fatty, it won't be so easy to succeed, at least it can keep his thoroughness in a short period of time. I went to the place where Qin Ye agreed to meet. It is also the forbidden area of Zhu Gang in the village, and it is also the Underworld where Fatty and I first stepped into. The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind blew on the road. I didn’t turn on Demon Eyes. Even if there are ghosts rushing to Underworld at night, they will not conflict with me. The screeching noise of the motorcycle and the shaking of the car body were very harsh, and could be heard far away in the dead of night. Under the illumination of the car lights, the mist was thickening. In the autumn season, when the fog is so heavy, there must be something fishy. Yin Qi is also very heavy. I put on two extra layers of clothes when I went out, but I still feel chilly now. Soul Stone is integrated with me, and with Qin Ye's Mediumship mobile phone, I believe that ordinary ghosts will not be stupid enough to provoke me at the risk of being beaten to death.
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