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Possessed by a ghost? That means I would be controlled by it, and I absolutely refuse to let that happen.
"Impossible," I replied firmly.
As soon as the words left my mouth, the hand gripping my neck tightened even more.
I struggled desperately, using all my strength to pry its hand away from me.
Its grip was too strong; I couldn't reach it at all.
I looked up, trying to kick it, but in the darkness, there was nothing to hit.
"Let go of me!" I strained to extend my tongue, attempting to spit saliva onto its face.
The ghost seemed angered by my actions. Its Dark Eyes burned with fury, and its voice became much sharper. "Today will be the end of your life."
The grip around my neck tightened further, and the air around me grew thinner. My head felt like it was about to burst. I began to feel lightheaded, my consciousness fading.
The ghost's laughter echoed in my ears, growing louder and sounding quite pleased with itself.
Suddenly, a flash of golden light appeared, and a powerful shout pierced through the darkness.
"Vile creature, cease your actions!"
Then came a horrific scream, and the large hand around my neck finally loosened.
I helplessly slid down the wall, desperately gasping for the hard-won air.
After taking a few deep breaths, I finally had the strength to lift my head and observe my surroundings.
As soon as I looked up, I saw my parents with anxious expressions; my mother's eyes were red from worry.
Seeing my family, I could no longer contain the fear inside me. I stood up and threw myself into my mother's arms, crying out loudly, "Mom, there's a ghost trying to kill me!"
My mother patted my back, softening her voice to comfort me. "It's okay, don't be afraid. Don't worry, Mom has brought someone skilled to help you. You don't have to be scared with him around."
Someone skilled?
I popped my head out from my mother's embrace, and through my tear-filled eyes, I saw a figure.
I recognized him, but how did he end up in my house?
He was wearing a tattered robe, almost covered in patches; I couldn't understand why he didn't change it. He had an ordinary appearance and was quite thin, his face resembling little more than skin stretched over bones.
This man was Liu Qingfeng, a well-known eccentric Taoist in our area.
He was considered a Taoist partly because of his robe and partly because the village elders said he had followed a Mao Shan Taoist in his youth.
Seeing me staring at him, the Taoist grinned widely and shook the gourd he held in his hand toward me.
Not understanding his meaning, I could only turn to ask my mother.
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Daughter, you were just being haunted by a ghost that wanted your life, but fortunately, the Daoist arrived in time to save you. Quickly thank the Daoist."
At my mother's urging gaze, I hurriedly bowed to the Daoist and said, "Thank you for saving my life."
The Daoist stroked his beard and replied, "Saving people is my duty."
Help me, please save me...
That voice seemed to be coming from the gourd in the Daoist's hand. Gathering my courage, I asked him, "Daoist, what do you have in that gourd?"
"It's the female ghost that tried to kill you just now."
Female ghost? What female ghost?
A voice kept crashing into my mind, and I felt like I was about to break down. The voice continued.
"Grab the gourd and smash it."
"Smash the gourd..."
"Hurry..."
It felt as if my body was no longer under my control; in an instant, I charged forward.
I snatched the gourd from Liu Daozhang's hands and with all my strength, smashed it to the ground.
Boom!
The shattered gourd exploded like a bomb, sending debris flying throughout the entire hall.
Everyone except me was dead, all dead!
My vision darkened, and I fainted.
...
Gu Yanxi...
Wake up!
In the boundless darkness, I heard someone calling my name. I opened my eyes slowly. A bright light pierced my pupils, and after a moment, I could finally see clearly.
Standing before me was Liu Daozhang, with my parents right behind him.
"What happened? Why did I just see you all die?" I asked them in a daze.
Liu Daozhang replied, "That ghost had bewitched your mind, wanting you to release her."
My gaze shifted to the gourd in Liu Daozhang's hand; it was the very thing that the ghost trapped inside wanted to use against me.
"Daoist, why does this female ghost want to harm me?" I pointed at the gourd and asked Liu Qingfeng.
"Because your body is yin, and the female ghost desires it."
Although I didn't fully understand Liu Qingfeng's meaning, after witnessing his abilities earlier, I had gained a considerable amount of trust in him. Without time to seek further clarification, I hurriedly asked, "Daoist, what should I do?"
"Wait until nightfall, then come to my house. Remember to stop by the Coffin Shop in the village and ask them for some wood to burn for me. If you don't have wood, don't come looking for me."
With that, I quickly agreed.
That evening, my mother prepared dinner for me, and as soon as it was dark, I set out.
Liu Qingfeng lived at the edge of the village. Since he wasn't from our village, he was considered an outsider. Therefore, the village chief wouldn't allow him to live within the village itself, and he had to buy a dilapidated hut at the entrance.
Following his instructions, I also needed to take a detour to the end of the village to get some firewood from the coffin shop.
The family that sold coffins had the surname Wang. Because they dealt in death-related business, the villagers found it unlucky and had driven them to the outskirts. Their house stood alone on a large plot of land, giving it an eerie atmosphere.
I knocked on the door of the Wang family. An elderly voice came from inside.
"Who is knocking?"
I addressed him according to our village's hierarchy: "Uncle Wang, I'm Old Gu's daughter. Please open the door."
My father specialized in building houses in the village, so everyone knew him to some extent. Upon hearing that I was Old Gu's daughter, Uncle Wang told me to wait, indicating that he would be coming to open the door.
The heavy door creaked open, revealing an elderly man's head peering out. His face was dark and worn, bearing a grim expression that made him look quite aged.
Not wanting to offend, I quickly put on a smile and politely said, "Uncle Wang, I need some firewood. Could you spare me some?"
Upon hearing my request for firewood, Uncle Wang's face darkened instantly. With a cold demeanor, he replied, "I don't have any. Go ask someone else."
This family made coffins; they might not have other things, but surely they had some firewood lying around? His outright refusal was clearly dismissive. Firewood wasn't valuable; it was normal for neighbors in the village to ask for a bit. His attitude left me feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
But since I was the one asking for help, I had no choice but to soften my tone and plead with him, "Uncle Wang, please, just a little firewood. It's very important to me. I can even pay for it."
Surely he couldn't refuse me this time, especially since I was willing to buy it. To my surprise, he asked, "Who sent you to ask me for this?"
I told him that Liu Daozhang had sent me to get some for him. As soon as I mentioned Liu Daozhang's name, I noticed a flash of malice in Uncle Wang's eyes.
In an instant, his gaze turned cold and hostile, as if he were looking at an enemy. What had started as a chilly conversation now felt like he was gritting his teeth in anger.
"Fine, if you want firewood, follow me," he said.
I initially thought Uncle Wang would take me to his house to fetch some firewood. Instead, he handed me an axe and led me up the mountain.
After trudging along the steep path for quite some time, I could barely keep going. Leaning against a nearby tree, I called out to the briskly walking Uncle Wang ahead of me, "Uncle, where are we going? I can't walk anymore."
Uncle Wang stopped in his tracks and turned around, grinning at me with an eerie smile.
"There's no need to leave. Just take your knife and strike this tree three times, and I'll give you some firewood."
The tree he pointed to was as thick as my arms, and I wondered if I could even manage three strikes with my limbs.
Something felt off, so I asked Uncle Wang, "Why do I have to strike it three times?"
Uncle Wang looked at me with impatience and snapped, "If I say to strike, then strike! If you don't want the firewood, then don't bother."
I was the one asking for his help, so I held back my frustration.
With a huff of annoyance, I raised the machete and brought it down hard on the center of the tree.
The tree was incredibly tough; the impact sent pain shooting through my hand.
The leaves rustled ominously above me, making a sound that eerily resembled a baby laughing—soft yet unsettling.
I glanced back at Uncle Wang. He glared at me with irritation, ready to walk away at any moment.
With no other choice, I lifted the machete again and struck the tree once more.
This time, something strange happened; a dark substance began to ooze from where I had struck.
In the moonlight, it was unmistakably red—blood.
The tree was bleeding. My pupils dilated in shock as I turned to look at Uncle Wang in disbelief.
He stood behind me, looking at me with a smug expression, his smile oddly sinister.
When I paused my actions, his face twisted into a snarl as he shouted at me, "Hurry up and strike again! If you don't, I'll take your life!"
I wasn't a fool; it was obvious something was wrong. How could I possibly strike a third blow?
I tossed the Machete aside and cautiously scanned my surroundings, ready to flee at any moment.
It seemed that my action of throwing away the knife provoked Uncle Wang. He charged at me, drawing a knife from his waist and pressing it against my throat. By the time my brain registered what was happening, he already had my life in his hands.
"Hurry up and strike that third blow, or this knife will make a big hole in your neck," he said, his voice dark and menacing, as if it came from the depths of hell.
There was no hint of a joke in his demeanor. With no other choice, I bent down to pick up the Machete from the ground, trembling as I gripped it with both hands. Under his threat, I raised the knife and aimed for the large tree to deliver my third strike.
As the blade rose and fell, I could distinctly feel the temperature around me dropping.
The leaves surrounding us shook violently, producing a deafening noise.
Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced through the night, laced with intense malice.
"You have some nerve to come after me."
Blood began to spurt from the wound I had inflicted on the tree, pooling together until it formed a humanoid shape.
I was taken aback by the scene before me and stumbled backward. The Uncle Wang who had threatened me just moments ago vanished without a trace.
I turned to run, but my body felt as if it were frozen in place, unable to move. I could only watch helplessly as the Blood Man drew closer to me.
A pair of bloodied hands enveloped my entire face, and I felt something burrowing into my body.
Slowly, I began to realize that my body was no longer under my control. A dark voice echoed within me.
"Give me your life!"
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