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A cold gust of wind slipped through the cracks of the window, lifting a corner of the curtain like a ghostly tendril, gently brushing against my cheek.
I shivered and tightened my coat around me.
Su Wan's words echoed in my ears—the family curse, the grudges and entanglements of the Republic of China—everything felt like a thick fog, suffocating my heart and making it hard to breathe.
I felt as if I were trapped in a massive whirlpool, being pulled by an invisible force, unable to break free.
The family curse was like a heavy shackle, binding me tightly and leaving me gasping for air.
Su Wan had told me that to break the curse, I needed to find Jiang Yao's Vengeful Spirit and understand her inner pain and desires.
But the Vengeful Spirit was elusive; how could I possibly find her?
I looked at Su Wan in confusion, hoping to receive an answer from her, like a child lost in darkness yearning for a glimmer of light.
It seemed she could see through my thoughts. She spoke slowly, "The deepest resentment of Jiang Yao lies in the place she was most attached to in life."
Her voice was low and hoarse, like an ancient bell tolling against my heart.
She paused, gazing deeply into my eyes before continuing, "You must find that place to locate her Vengeful Spirit."
I strained to recall everything about the old house, hoping to uncover even a faint clue that could guide me forward.
My mind raced as fragments of childhood memories in the old house flashed before me like scenes from a movie.
Suddenly, an image struck me—a room I had stumbled upon while playing there as a child.
It was a sunny afternoon, and I had flitted around the old house like a joyful little bird.
I stumbled upon a tightly closed door, hidden deep within the old mansion, locked for years as if guarding some unspeakable secret.
Out of curiosity, I had once peered through the crack, only to be met with suffocating darkness and a chilling, bone-deep cold.
Could this be the place where Jiang Yao's resentment ran deepest?
My heart raced, an inexplicable premonition washing over me.
I shared my thoughts with Su Wan. After a moment of contemplation, her brow furrowed, and she slowly nodded. "It's very possible. Let's take a look."
Her tone carried a mix of determination and unease.
We traversed the long corridor until we reached the innermost part of the mansion, finding that very room.
The door remained locked, covered in a thick layer of dust, as if no one had visited in ages. Time seemed to stand still here, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.
I took out the key my grandmother had left behind, trembling hands attempting to unlock the door.
As the key slid into the lock, it emitted a crisp sound that shattered years of silence, as if opening a gateway to another world.
The lock clicked open.
Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed the door ajar. A wave of icy cold rushed at me, making me shiver as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.
The room was engulfed in darkness; I could not see my hand in front of my face. I groped along the cold wall until I found the light switch.
As the light flickered on, the scene before me unfolded like an ancient scroll being unveiled after years of dust.
It was an elegantly antiquated room, furnished with pieces that exuded the essence of the Republic of China, filled with traces of time long past.
In the center of the room stood an ancient guqin, its strings covered in dust, as if it had not been played in a long time. It lay there quietly, telling a story that remained unknown to all.
I approached the guqin and gently brushed away the dust from its strings. A faint, ethereal fragrance wafted through the air, like the breath of a ghost, lingering at the tip of my nose.
Suddenly, I felt a chilling presence behind me, like a ghostly touch that made the hair on my neck stand on end.
I turned around abruptly but saw nothing—only an empty room and flickering lights.
“Jiang Yao?” I asked tentatively, my voice trembling as if it were squeezed from deep within my throat.
The room was silent; no one answered. Only the sound of my own heartbeat echoed in the stillness, making it seem unnaturally loud.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and continued, “I know you’re here. I know you still resent my ancestors. But I hope you can let go of your hatred and break this curse.”
As soon as I finished speaking, the lights in the room began to flicker violently, dimming and brightening as if they might extinguish at any moment, plunging me back into darkness.
A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, lifting the curtains and creating a rustling sound that resembled a ghost's weeping, sending chills down my spine.
I tightly grasped Su Wan's hand; her hand was cold and trembling. My heart was filled with fear, as if I were falling into an abyss.
Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed through the room—piercing and filled with resentment. “Let go of hatred? What gives you the right to ask me to let go of my hatred?”
The voice was like a call from hell, sending shivers down my spine.
I turned toward the source of the voice and saw a woman dressed in Republic of China attire standing in the corner of the room. Her figure was hazy, shrouded in a thin mist.
A blood-red mark adorned her brow, resembling a blooming spider lily—bewitching and eerie.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders; her face was pale, her gaze cold and filled with resentment like ancient ice, radiating an unbearable chill.
It is Jiang Yao!
I finally found her!
Jiang Yao slowly walked up to me, her steps light and silent, drifting like a ghost.
Her gaze was cold and filled with resentment, as if she intended to swallow me whole. I felt like a prey ensnared by a venomous snake, unable to move.
"Are you Lin Xia?" Jiang Yao's voice was icy and piercing, like a sharp knife stabbing at my heart.
I nodded, forcing back my inner fear as I said, "I am Lin Xia, your descendant."
Jiang Yao let out a cold laugh and replied, "Descendant? What right do you have to call yourself my descendant? Your ancestors destroyed my life and ruined my family. Why should I let go of my hatred?"
Her voice was filled with resentment and anger, like a wounded beast ready to pounce and tear me apart.
My heart was filled with fear and helplessness. I didn't know how to face Jiang Yao's fury and hatred. I felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, powerless to resist her wrath.
(End of chapter)
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