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"I don't know either, but that monk is not a good person. He practices dark arts. I'm already dead, so I’m not afraid of anything. My main concern is for my aunt; I worry she might be deceived."
As Chen Siyuan's body became increasingly transparent, I anxiously asked, "Where's your ring?"
"I gave it to Qiao Lianjiu."
"What? You've already met him? Where is he? How could you give him the ring? That’s the thing that protects your soul!"
"He’s already gone. I was supposed to leave this world long ago; I’m just a dead person now. The ring is the heirloom of the Qiao Family. I can't be selfish."
"Enough! Leave this to me; don’t say anything else. Wheat, extend your hand."
"What for?" I stretched out my left hand in front of him.
Without saying a word, he grabbed my right hand. "Let her stay in your ring for now. I'll explain later." Su Anrong said as he pulled Chen Siyuan's fading figure into my ring, and just like that, Chen Siyuan's soul vanished into thin air.
I was speechless, shocked that my ring had such a function. I had thought it was merely decorative.
While my thoughts were still drifting, Su Anrong suddenly pulled me in and kissed me. I felt my body lighten, and in the next moment, I found myself on the ground. Not far away stood a small circular altar with the monk in a long robe at its center, flanked by two crosses, each tied with Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan.
Meanwhile, Chen Siyuan's aunt lay motionless at the monk's feet.
"Le Wu," I almost blurted out, but thankfully Su Anrong covered my mouth; otherwise, it would have been disastrous.
"Let’s see what they intend to do first."
The monk held a Silver Staff, chanting as he walked around the altar, scattering ashes made from Chen Siyuan's belongings and birth date around it. Finally, he filled a basin with water and prepared to pour it into Aunt Siyuan's mouth.
What kind of dark magic is this?
I was desperate to rush out, but Su Anrong held my hand and gently blew towards the altar. Suddenly, the basin in the monk's hands fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into pieces and splashing water everywhere.
The monk was startled and immediately knelt down on the ground. "Please spare me, Master! I didn’t hold it steady just now; I'll get you another basin of holy water right away!"
The monk raised his Silver Staff and fiercely thrust it toward Aunt Siyuan's chest.
"Be careful!" A life was at stake, and I could no longer wait. I dashed forward, but after just two steps, I was frozen in shock.
Before the monk could strike, he seemed to be swept up by a tornado, soaring into the air until he reached several dozen meters high. His screams echoed through the air, and before I could react, he plummeted headfirst onto the altar. I could even see brain matter mixed with blood splattering out.
However, during all this chaos, Aunt Siyuan, Gao Lele, and Fang Xiaonan remained completely still, as if they were dead. Even when blood splattered onto them, they showed no signs of movement.
"Lele! Xiaonan!" I could no longer heed Su Anrong's warnings. Coming back to my senses, I sprinted toward the altar.
They lay there with their eyes closed and heads drooping. I checked for their pulses; they were still breathing.
"Lele! Xiaonan! Wake up!" I ran back and forth, shaking Gao Lele one moment and then Fang Xiaonan the next. But they remained unresponsive.
The entire altar felt strange. How could there be an altar in this small grove? Just moments ago, I had been too anxious to notice, but now that I looked closely at the altar, it resembled a giant human skin stretched out before me.
Thinking of this made my legs feel weak. Su Anrong stood anxiously beneath the altar, watching me. Why wasn’t he coming up?
"Wheat, come down!" He paced around the altar, waving at me but not taking a step closer.
A sense of foreboding washed over me. Was it not that he didn’t want to come up but rather that he couldn’t?
"Wheat!" His mouth formed the words clearly, yet his voice grew fainter.
Something was wrong.
I stopped worrying about Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan and hurried down, but no matter how hard I tried to run, I remained on the altar. What was happening?
Suddenly, a sharp and piercing laugh echoed through the air. My scalp tingled; that sound came from Aunt Siyuan.
I quickly stepped back as she rose from the ground like a mass of flesh with broken bones, swaying unsteadily. "Giggling..."
Her eyes remained closed, but her mouth was wide open, laughter spilling forth from within.
I retreated to the edge of the altar, realizing there was nowhere left to go. It felt as if a layer of glass separated me from behind. I pounded against that invisible barrier, seeing Su Anrong pacing outside, casting spells at the altar, but to no avail.
The laughter echoed around the altar like a curse, lingering in the air, truly bone-chilling.
“Auntie,” I foolishly attempted to wake her, but it was utterly useless. She approached me step by step, her laughter growing more sinister. The ground was slick with the monk's sticky blood and splattered brain matter. I felt like meat laid out on a chopping board, and a knife was about to come flying toward me.
Fear gnawed at my sanity, and I began to cry. “Garlic Paste, save me! Garlic Paste!” In that moment, I realized how desperately I wanted him by my side; only with him there could I feel at ease.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a fierce wind whipped up as if it were about to rain.
“Garlic Paste!”
“Giggling, giggling, it's raining now! The dead will rise, the ghosts will come out! Giggling, giggling!”
Auntie sang a song I couldn't understand with her eyes still shut. Her voice was sometimes piercingly sorrowful, sometimes filled with resentment, and bit by bit it transformed into fear that seeped into every inch of my skin.
Suddenly, I felt something hanging down above me; I sensed something approaching my forehead but couldn't see what it was. In the next moment, I felt something bite down on my shoulder.
“Ah!” Pain surged from my shoulder throughout my body. Surprisingly, there was no blood flowing from the bite; instead, two rows of dark teeth marks appeared.
“Who?” I shouted but couldn’t move forward; Auntie loomed menacingly ahead. I had no choice but to run toward Gao Lele. “Lele! Wake up!” I called out while running, glancing back to see several gray shadows trailing behind me.
I pinched and bit at Gao Lele, but she showed no response. If it weren't for her still breathing, I would have doubted she was alive. I was on the verge of tears. “Lele! Please wake up!”
No matter how much I called out, she wouldn’t wake.
With gritted teeth, I stepped on the monk's brain matter and picked up his Silver Staff while also tearing off the blood-soaked prayer beads from around his neck. It seemed I had to rely on myself now; I refused to believe that I would truly be afraid of these things.
Auntie continued to laugh with her mouth wide open, singing that same song: “It's raining now! The dead will rise; the ghosts will come out! Giggling, giggling!”
As her singing filled the air, I felt as if the atmosphere was being drained away. My vision blurred, and I suddenly saw a dozen figures emerging from the altar, though I couldn't tell when they had appeared.
Where did they come from?
Before I could process it, those figures—no, they were ghosts—charged toward me with laughter.
"Ah!" I shouted, not caring about anything else. With all my strength, I swung the Silver Staff, mimicking the movements of Sun Wukong with his Golden Staff. Even if I had never seen a pig run, I knew how to flail around.
Surprisingly, this tactic seemed to work; the ghosts hesitated to approach me.
Feeling a surge of confidence, I yanked at the Buddhist beads until they broke apart, then hurled them like bullets at the ghosts. It felt like I was on a roll today; each throw hit its mark, and every ghost struck let out a shriek before vanishing into thin air.
"Hahaha! You think you can take me on? You're still too green!" Victorious time and again, my confidence soared. I placed my hands on my hips and jabbed the Silver Staff into the ground. "Come on! If you have what it takes, come at me again!"
Just as the words left my mouth, I felt a pair of icy hands slowly creeping into my collar. Gao Lele's cold voice drifted over to me lazily: "Wheat."
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