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A chill wind swept through the hall, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground and producing a rustling sound that resembled the whispers of ghosts, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt a wave of cold surge from my feet to the top of my head, as if I were trapped in an ice cellar. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and my hair stood on end, while my clothes clung uncomfortably to my skin.
Chen Mo's expression turned grave as she grabbed my hand tightly, her knuckles turning white with the pressure, almost crushing my bones.
She pulled me upstairs, her footsteps hurried as she nearly dragged me along.
"Quick! To my room!" Chen Mo's voice was urgent and low, laced with an unmistakable fear, as if something terrifying was chasing us from behind.
I stumbled after her up the stairs, my heart racing as if it would leap out of my chest. My mind was blank, consumed by the instinct to flee, while the rushing wind outside sounded like the breath of death itself.
We burst into Chen Mo's room, and she locked the door behind us with a swift motion. The metallic click echoed sharply in the silence of the room.
Then she quickly drew the heavy curtains, shrouding the entire space in darkness, as if that could shield us from any danger lurking outside.
Still shaken, I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The fright had nearly suffocated me, and my lungs burned painfully.
My body trembled slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes, clinging to me like a second skin.
"What’s happening?" I asked tremulously, my voice hoarse and weak, my throat dry as if it were on fire.
"The Vengeful Spirit... it's here..." Chen Mo's voice quivered with fear; her face was pale as paper, devoid of color.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, reflecting a faint glow in the dim light.
The room was silent except for our rapid breathing and the rustling leaves outside.
That fragmented sound seemed unnaturally clear in the stillness of the room, chilling me to the bone as if countless ghosts were whispering secrets.
Suddenly, a cold presence seeped in from outside the door, as if something were pressed against it, peering in at us with a heavy scent of decay and death.
My heart sank sharply, an ominous premonition washing over me. My stomach churned violently as if I might be sick.
"It... it's outside the door..." I said in terror, my voice barely a whisper, my lips trembling violently, and my teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Chen Mo held me tightly, her body also quivering slightly. I could feel her fear, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.
She pulled an ancient talisman from her pocket, its surface cold to the touch, intricately carved with complex patterns and exuding a faint scent of sandalwood.
She clutched it tightly in her hand, murmuring softly, as if praying or reciting some ancient incantation.
I grasped her hand firmly, feeling the warmth of her palm. This faint warmth brought me a sliver of comfort, like clutching a lifeline in the abyss of fear, preventing me from being completely engulfed.
Suddenly, a violent banging echoed from the door. "Bang!" A loud crash reverberated as if something were trying to break in. My heart raced, and the wave of fear crashed over me once more, drowning me like a tide.
"Bang!" Another loud noise followed, the wooden planks of the door creaking ominously as if they might splinter at any moment. Wood chips flew through the air in eerie arcs.
I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid to look. In my mind's eye appeared Jiang Yao's face, twisted with hatred; her gaze was cold and filled with murderous intent, as if she wanted to devour me. I could almost feel her icy fingers brushing against my skin.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but scream. My voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the silent room. Fear gripped me like an invisible hand around my throat, making it hard to breathe.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. She wore a simple yet elegant outfit from the Republic of China, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. A blood-red mark adorned her forehead like a droplet of congealed blood, appearing particularly enchanting in the dim light.
Her eyes were deep and melancholic, emanating a faint fragrance that contrasted starkly with the eerie atmosphere of the old house—like a glimmer of starlight in the darkness, bringing a hint of hope and warmth.
"Su Wan..." Chen Mo's voice held both surprise and hope, as if a drowning person had grasped onto a piece of driftwood.
Su Wan—a mysterious medium—was a helper from the spirit world and our beacon of hope. She descended upon us like a savior from above, offering us the promise of life.
She approached us with gentle concern in her gaze, as if she could see through our fear and unease. Her presence was like a lighthouse emerging amidst turbulent seas, guiding us toward safety.
"Don't be afraid; I will protect you," Su Wan said softly yet firmly. Her voice flowed into my heart like a warm current, dispelling my fear. It was like a ray of sunshine on a winter day—warm and comforting—chasing away the shadows within me.
She reached out and gently stroked my hair. Her fingertips were cool yet brought immense reassurance, akin to a mother's touch that instilled profound calmness and peace within me.
"You must be Lin Xia," Su Wan asked gently. Her voice was soft and melodious like a gentle breeze brushing against my face—clear and purifying like spring water washing over my soul.
I nodded, my eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. She was like a benevolent elder, bringing me infinite hope and strength.
"I know you have many questions, and I will help you find the answers," Su Wan said, her tone firm and powerful. "I will help you unravel the secrets of the old mansion and discover your true identity." Her promise was like a calming pill, easing my feelings of confusion and helplessness.
My heart swelled with hope, as if I had caught a glimpse of light in the darkness. Su Wan's presence reignited my belief that she could help me solve all the mysteries and uncover the ultimate truth hidden behind the old mansion.
Su Wan turned to look out the door, her gaze sharpening like a drawn sword, glinting with cold light. She murmured incantations, as if reciting some ancient and mysterious spell imbued with powerful energy.
Suddenly, the banging from outside ceased, and the room fell silent, as if nothing had happened. The fear and tension from moments ago felt like a mere nightmare.
Turning back to us, Su Wan smiled gently and said, "It's all right; the Vengeful Spirit has left." Her smile was like a rainbow after rain—beautiful and radiant, dispelling all shadows.
My heart finally relaxed as I let out a long sigh. The earlier fear and anxiety had drained me completely; I felt as if I had just survived a life-and-death struggle.
Yet, new questions filled my mind. Who exactly was Su Wan? Why was she here? What powers did she possess? All of this remained an unsolved mystery, waiting for me to explore it—like a vast riddle yearning to be unraveled.
Su Wan's gaze fell upon the diary in my hands. She reached out and gently stroked its cover, saying, "This diary holds a sorrowful story and conceals an important secret." Her tone was laden with meaning, as if she knew something but chose not to reveal it outright. This only heightened my curiosity; I was eager to uncover what secrets lay within its pages and whether they were connected to my identity.
Her gaze returned to me, deep and mysterious as if she could see into my soul. Slowly, she asked, "Lin Xia, are you ready to face the truth?"
(End of chapter)
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