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I struggled desperately, but it was futile; my body felt soft and limp, as if paralyzed. A powerless panic spread within me, and I deeply understood that the person pressing down on me with the blanket or pillow would never let go easily. His strength had already proven his determination to kill me.
Instinctively, I wanted to call out for Second Uncle, hoping that the man who had protected me since childhood would come to my aid, but that was just a wishful thought. Second Uncle had long since returned to Thailand with Ajan Nick; even if he hadn’t gone back, he should be enjoying a night out at some hotel.
Who could help me?
The suffocating feeling grew stronger, and my once-clear consciousness began to blur. My lungs burned as if someone had sprinkled pepper inside them, but I couldn’t cough it out. The weight of the person on top of me was immense, heavy like a small mountain. My nose felt like it was about to collapse under the pressure, and I could faintly hear the sound of my nasal bones creaking under the strain.
The fear of death suddenly turned into anger. I didn’t understand who wanted to kill me and why!
Even if I were to die, it should be clear and straightforward! This resentment seemed to awaken a hidden power within me. Whether it was an illusion or something real, I saw those shattered Black Snowflakes swirling before my eyes again.
They surrounded me, constantly hitting my face. I could sense their thoughts; they were trying to invade my body. My body instinctively resisted them, while at the same time, a warm force also repelled them.
The black snowflakes couldn’t find their way in; they spun faster and gradually became sharper. I felt a stabbing pain as if being pierced by knives; amidst the swirling snowflakes, intense resentment continuously battered my mental defenses.
The physical pain made my will to resist fade further. Although I knew those Black Snowflakes were not good for me, in order to survive and before suffocating completely, I chose them.
Instinct and warmth could not withstand my consciousness; the Black Snowflakes surged in like a windstorm. They penetrated my body, bringing an overwhelming chill. Along with this chill came a power that did not belong to me.
I felt my body moving; my arms lifted up and grasped something.
The electric-like stimulation was somewhat addictive. I heard an extremely piercing scream, like a cry of shock from someone startled. Suddenly, the weight on me lightened; instinctively, I swiped away whatever was covering my face, and everything before me turned pitch black.
Turning my head, I only caught a glimpse of a figure fleeing in panic.
The fear and anger of nearly being smothered left no room for hesitation; I sprang up without caring whether wearing only underwear would expose me and chased after the figure out the door. However, that person ran too fast; by the time I reached the staircase, they had already disappeared without a trace.
I slammed my fist against the wall in anger, the pain in my hand jolting me back to reality. In this pitch-black world, a chilling aura suddenly emerged, as if something was opening its mouth wide to attack me.
At that moment, warmth spread across my chest, dispelling the cold and my fear of the darkness. However, that feeling of weakness surged back again, and my legs buckled beneath me, causing me to collapse onto the ground.
It was truly baffling; just moments ago, I had been full of energy while chasing someone, and now I felt utterly drained. For a brief instant, I thought I had become disabled and nearly fainted from fright. Fortunately, after a few minutes, my strength gradually returned. I struggled to get up and leaned against the wall as I made my way back to my dorm.
When I turned on the light, the dorm was empty. Not seeing Liang Xi made me both angry and confused. Was it really Liang Xi who tried to suffocate me? The shadow that had fled earlier was unrecognizable; I hadn’t even gotten a good look at its shape. The only thing I remembered was that sharp voice.
No matter how I thought about it, that voice didn’t sound much like Liang Xi. Even if he pinched his nose, his voice couldn’t be that high-pitched. If it were Hu Xiaoyi, there might be some possibility.
I sat in the dorm all night, and the next morning, Hu Xiaoyi came looking for me. When he saw me sitting on the bed in a daze, he peeked into the room first. After confirming that Liang Xi wasn’t there, he stepped inside. He patted my shoulder and asked why I hadn’t gone to class yet. In that instant, I felt Yin Qi transferring from his palm. Hu Xiaoyi didn’t seem to notice anything unusual; his expression was just as usual.
I looked up in shock; how could this guy also have Yin Qi? He hadn’t been offering sacrifices to any spirits, and more importantly, I had never sensed this kind of aura from him before. Clearly, this Yin Qi was something new today.
Perhaps my expression was strange; Hu Xiaoyi instinctively took half a step back and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
I stood up and stared at him, wanting to clarify the truth but unsure where to start. After a long pause, I finally managed to speak: “Do you feel anything different about your body compared to usual?”
Hu Xiaoyi looked at me with confusion and replied, “Nope. Why do you ask?”
I shook my head and didn’t press further; instead, I casually brushed it off with a few words. Hu Xiaoyi then asked how I had been these past couple of days and whether Liang Xi had caused any trouble for me. Remembering the terrifying encounter from last night, I asked him where he had been.
Hu Xiaoyi said he stayed in another dorm with roommates named so-and-so. He provided details that didn’t require verification; it was clear there was no need for him to lie about this matter.
A series of strange questions led Hu Xiaoyi to sense something was off; he asked what was going on and if something had happened.
I didn’t know how to explain it to him, so I made up an excuse about possibly hitting my head and having a headache. Hu Xiaoyi looked startled and said not to turn into an idiot; maybe I should go get a CT scan at the hospital.
I shook my head in refusal and asked him to help me take another day off from class. After Hu Xiaoyi left, I closed the door and called Second Uncle.
Upon learning that I had been pushed down the stairs and was badly injured, Second Uncle nearly exploded with rage over the phone. He roared like an enraged lion, "Who did it? Are they tired of living?"
I had no idea who was responsible, so I asked him if there was a way to determine if someone was under some kind of influence. For instance, whether they had been cursed or affected by a spirit. Second Uncle, suspicious, asked why I wanted to know this—had something strange happened? Previously, he had firmly stated that Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying would not be a problem, but now I wasn't sure how credible that statement was. To maintain Second Uncle's dignity, I couldn't casually voice my doubts.
Having walked through the gates of hell, everything felt uncertain.
I wanted to verify for myself whether Liang Xi had been affected and whether Hu Xiaoyi's Yin Qi was also suspicious.
When I explained to Second Uncle that I was curious, he didn't think much of it and said, "The simplest way to determine if someone has been affected by Evil Arts is to look at their eyes. The whites of a person's eyes should be pure; if there are abnormalities, then there's a problem. For example, if there's a straight line in the middle of the upper white part, that indicates they have been affected by Evil Arts. A dark gray color represents talismanic arts, while deep black indicates Voodoo. If there are no straight lines but instead a bunch of black dots, that means they have fallen victim to Gu Technique."
After hearing this, I picked up a round mirror from the table to check my own eyes and then asked, "What if there are bloodshot lines in the whites?"
Second Uncle replied, "Have you lost your mind? Bloodshot eyes clearly mean you need sleep."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I asked him again, "What about other signs? How can one tell if they are influenced by spirits?"
Second Uncle said, "That's more complicated. Spirits are essentially a type of Yin entity; they carry Yin Qi along with resentment. However, resentment is invisible and intangible—only those practicing as Ajan Masters can discern it."
I felt somewhat disappointed. Although I sensed Yin Qi from Hu Xiaoyi and Liang Xi, I couldn't feel any resentment at all. I really couldn't understand how those Ajan could perceive such vague and elusive matters. Afterward, I asked if there was any way to dispel potential curses or spirit influences. Second Uncle irritably replied that if there were simple methods for that, what would be the point of having Ajan Masters or someone like him as a Dealer?
Seeing that Second Uncle was getting impatient, I dared not ask more questions on that topic. However, recalling the bizarre Black Snowflakes from last night that left me puzzled, I casually brought it up. Second Uncle wasn't very clear on that either; he said he would consult with an Ajan and let me know if he found out anything. Finally, he once again asked me who had pushed me down the stairs.
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