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The cold glint of the scissors and the puppet's icy fingers lunged at me simultaneously! At the critical moment, I did not retreat but instead made a move that surprised everyone—I swung the Sophora Flower Inkstone not at the proprietress or the puppet, but with all my strength, I smashed it down onto the central Altar Table, targeting the oldest-looking male Paper Figurine in a dark robe!
This was inferred from Granduncle San's notes, as it was likely to represent the Lin Family Guardian itself and bore the most "suppression" power as a "substitute"!
“Bang!”
The Inkstone shattered! The specially made ink splattered everywhere!
The leading Paper Figurine trembled violently and then collapsed as if it had lost all support!
Almost simultaneously, a new change occurred!
The remaining six Paper Figurines suddenly stopped obstructing the proprietress and turned in unison towards the puppet descending the stairs, their eyes flickering with a ghostly red light! It was as if they had received new orders or had lost their last restraint, and they lunged at the puppet!
“No—!” The puppet let out a piercing scream, its hand that had been reaching for me now turned to fend off the attacking Paper Figurines. Although these Paper Figurines were made of paper, their movements were swift and powerful, as if infused with some tangible resentment or force, binding the puppet tightly!
The proprietress A Ling was also stunned by this sudden turn of events, her attack with the scissors halted mid-air.
The puppet and the Paper Figurines were locked in a fierce struggle, producing sounds of tearing and friction that made one’s teeth ache. The attic puppet clearly had greater strength, but the Paper Figurines were undeterred, charging forward one after another. The puppet's Blue Robe was soon torn to shreds, revealing its inner Wooden Body glimmering with an eerie sheen.
At that moment, the cloth that had covered the puppet's face fell away amidst the chaotic struggle!
What was revealed was an extraordinarily beautiful yet lifeless wooden face. Its features were exquisite and vaguely reminiscent of A Yu's blurred description in the diary, but its eyes were hollow, and its mouth curled into an extremely stiff and eerie smile!
However, at that instant when she saw this face, the crazed proprietress A Ling seemed to be struck by something, stumbling back a step with disbelief etched on her face—fear and... despair?
“No... it’s not Sister A... you’re not Sister A...” she muttered to herself, her gaze unfocused. “That look... that smile... is... is ‘it’...”
“It”? Could it be that this puppet’s consciousness was not born from A Yu’s obsession but rather... invaded by some ancient and more malevolent entity—the so-called “Huaishen” consciousness?! Was A Yu merely the initial medium and nourishment?!
This was the most terrifying truth! The proprietress A Ling, who had schemed so meticulously and might have even caused harm to Granduncle San, who sought to end the ritual and protect A Yu, ultimately discovered that what she awakened and intended to exploit was an ancient evil spirit beyond her control—one that could even consume her?!
As this truth was unveiled, the struggle reached its peak. The six Paper Figurines were nearly torn apart but successfully ensnared the puppet in place. The puppet let out one last unwilling roar as its surface sheen rapidly dimmed, its movements growing increasingly stiff. Finally, with a faint “crack,” its head tilted to one side and became completely still.
Like a shell drained of energy.
With the “death” of the puppet, the oppressive atmosphere in the old house receded like a tide. The strong scents of herbs, Ink Fragrance, and blood quickly dissipated, leaving only the musty smell of aged wood and dust.
On the Altar Table, only that initial representative guardian Paper Figurine, which I had smashed down, lay quietly. The other six had transformed into fluttering Paper Shreds.
Proprietress A Ling slumped to the ground in despair, staring blankly at the silent puppet before suddenly bursting into tears filled with regret and fear.
Everything... seemed to have come to an end.
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