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His tone was very natural, but to my ears, it was more terrifying than any words. What could you discuss while holding a knife? Maybe how to cut a tongue more conveniently? In such a situation, I could only curse to relieve my psychological pressure: "Damn you! I have nothing to say to you!"
Zheng Xuezhang ignored me and kept banging on the door. His voice escalated from calm to intense, finally turning into a roar. I became increasingly certain that this guy must have been disturbed by the Spirit Child; otherwise, how could he behave so strangely?
Outside the bedroom, I could hear the hurried footsteps of three people. I could almost imagine them moving around like a pack of Evil Spirits ready to devour someone. Just thinking about that scene sent chills down my spine.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" as the door panel cracked. I watched as the tip of a dagger pierced through and then slowly withdrew, cold sweat streaming down my nose. I dared not stay at the door any longer and quickly ran to the window, hoping to escape. But after pushing against the window several times, I realized it had already been nailed shut from the outside. The two boards above and below mocked me like grinning mouths.
I cursed in frustration, just as I was about to grab something to smash the glass when suddenly, a face appeared at the window.
It was Zheng's Father, his face pressed so close against the glass that it was distorted. The shadow cast by the backlight combined with the brutal expression in his eyes made it look like a scene from an extremely terrifying Ghost Movie. I was so scared that I stumbled backward until I found myself back by the door.
The glass window creaked ominously, as if it were about to shatter due to the excessive pressure from outside. I felt a mix of regret and despair; had I known this family was already under the control of the Spirit Child, I wouldn't have bothered with them! Now here I was, trapped between a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
Zheng's Father was desperately pressing his face against the window; his nose was bent from the force, blood trickling down the glass, yet he wore an eerie smile instead of showing any pain.
I didn't know what to do and noticed that there seemed to be no more footsteps outside. Could it be that these three knew it would be difficult to come in through the door and were trying to enter through the window instead? The thought startled me, but then I realized this might be a good opportunity for escape.
However, out of caution, I didn't immediately open the door. Instead, I pressed my eye against the gap where the dagger had pierced through, trying to see what was happening outside. But all I saw was darkness; nothing was visible.
I was puzzled; even though I was inside, it was broad daylight—there shouldn't be anything blocking my view.
Just as I was lost in thought, light suddenly illuminated outside through the gap. I saw an eye filled with blood vessels, almost bulging out of its socket, retreating backward. Following that, Zheng Xuezhang's ferocious face appeared as well. It dawned on me that it wasn't that I couldn't see; rather, when I looked out, Zheng Xuezhang had also been peering in through the gap.
Our eyes met under these circumstances for a few seconds. The realization that just moments ago I had been standing almost face-to-face with Zheng Xuezhang made my heart race at double its usual speed. At that moment, I saw Zheng Xuezhang's arm swing back before he thrust that dagger forward with force.
My mind went blank as instinctively I stepped back. There was a loud "bang" as the dagger pierced through the door panel. If I hadn't moved away just now, it would have surely impaled my face!
I was so frightened that my legs felt weak. Before I could calm myself down, there were loud kicks against the door. Zheng Xuezhang and his mother seemed completely insane now, relentlessly attacking the bedroom door. The joints of the doorframe creaked ominously; no one could guarantee how long it would hold up.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I vaguely heard Second Uncle shouting from my phone, his voice loud enough to almost deafen me. I quickly brought the phone to my ear, and after hearing a response, Second Uncle paused for a moment before cursing, "You little brat, I've been shouting for ages and you don't respond? Can’t you take a breath without dying?"
I leaned against the bed in my bedroom, staring at Zheng's Father's twisted face outside the window, and anxiously asked, "What should I do now? I'm trapped in here with them. This whole family has gone mad; they're attacking people with knives!"
"Of course! They even smashed Ling Tong Gui's statue; it's no surprise that Spirit Child wants revenge," Second Uncle said. "You need to avoid direct contact with them at all costs to prevent Spirit Child from possessing you. And if you really can't escape, take out the White Olive Amulet. It might help. I'm already on my way with Ajan; tell me your exact address quickly."
I let out a bitter laugh and said, "Even if you fly over directly, it would take six or seven hours from Thailand to get here. I'd be dead by then."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Second Uncle sounded increasingly anxious; I could tell he was genuinely worried about this situation. "You're lucky and have a strong fate; how could anything happen to you? Ajan and I are working on the mainland. Just hold on for two or three more hours; we will definitely make it!"
Hearing this gave me a glimmer of hope. Since Second Uncle was already in the country, perhaps he really could arrive in time. Without hesitation, I told him the detailed location. After he noted it down, he reminded me that Spirit Child's spiritual power was very strong, and if the White Olive Amulet couldn't hold it off, I must keep my senses sharp and not give it any opportunity to invade!
As I listened to Second Uncle continuously instructing me on how to guard against Spirit Child's possession, I felt increasingly tense instead of relieved. By the end, I was nearly in tears: "Second Uncle, please come save me! I don’t want to die..."
Second Uncle fell silent for two seconds before saying, "Child, hang in there; your uncle will come to rescue you!"
Just then, the glass window finally couldn't withstand the pressure from Zheng's Father, shattering with a crash. Glass shards fell onto the table, scattering everywhere. Zheng's Father's nose had already been pushed crooked, hanging limply against his face in a bizarre manner. His face was covered in blood from sharp glass cuts. Pieces of glass were embedded haphazardly into his skin like something out of a Western horror film.
If he were a normal person, he would have been screaming in pain by now, but Zheng's Father showed no signs of feeling anything. He kept staring at me with an eerie smile that never changed. Seeing me pressed against the wall, he chuckled and said, "Classmate, come help me out."
I grabbed a small stool from beside my feet and threw it at him while cursing, "Help your mother! Get away from here!"
The stool hit him squarely in the face, blood splattering everywhere and even causing his forehead to cave in slightly. Yet he continued to chuckle without saying another word and slowly began to climb up using the window ledge.
I considered kicking him away but hesitated when suddenly there was a loud bang at the door followed by it becoming crooked. Clearly, this door could no longer hold back the two crazies outside. Through the gap at the door, I saw Zheng Xuezhang and his mother covered in blood; it seemed they hadn't kicked down the door but rather used their faces instead. Their expressions were twisted and ferocious; upon noticing my gaze, they immediately turned their heads and put on that same strange smile as if they meant no harm.
What great actors!
From outside the window came creaking sounds as Zheng's Father crawled up like an old cat. His hands gripped the table while glass shards dug into his fingernails. I remembered how back in school, teachers had said that spies would use bamboo sticks to pry open the mouths of great party members by inserting them under their nails and then prying them off. It was one of the most brutal tortures known, supposedly a specialty of Zhazidong.
Zheng's Father Now, it was no different from suffering that kind of torture, yet he remained unfazed. My face turned pale with fear, and I thought to myself, why doesn’t this tough guy join the party? Bullying a student is hardly impressive!
Over there, Zheng's Father crawled over, and finally, the door on this side crashed down with a loud bang, hitting the ground. Zheng Xuezhang and his mother walked in with blood on their faces and smiles, gently saying, “Junior, you’re not listening, are your ears not working anymore?”
His eyes scanned my ears while the dagger in his hand was poised as if ready to cut flesh at any moment. I had no doubt that if I fell into their hands, I would suffer unimaginable torment.
The words of Second Uncle echoed in my ears. Without hesitation, I pulled out the White Olive Amulet hanging around my neck and shouted at the three of them, “Don’t come any closer! I have an Amulet! This was made by the Holy Monk himself; if you come any closer, I’ll kill you!”
Perhaps my fierce tone had an effect, or maybe that White Olive Amulet truly intimidated Spirit Child. Whether it was His Father, who climbed in through the window with his face full of glass shards and whom I labeled as a scumbag, or Zheng Xuezhang and his mother, they all stopped in their tracks.
Their expressions kept changing—one moment they laughed, the next they cried—before slowly twisting into something grotesque.
At that moment, Zheng Xuezhang suddenly took two steps forward. I was startled, thinking that the White Olive Amulet had lost its power. Just as I was about to scream, I saw Zheng Xuezhang plunge the dagger deep into his own thigh and then collapse in front of me, screaming in agony.
I stood frozen in place, not understanding why he would do such a thing. Could self-harm break the protection of the Amulet?
At the same time, I heard a woman’s panicked voice: “Son, what happened to you!”
Looking up, I saw that Zheng's Mother had regained her senses at some point. She rushed to Zheng Xuezhang’s side in shock, completely oblivious to why she was covered in blood. Instead, she cried as she held Zheng Xuezhang, shouting, “My poor son! How could this happen? Who could be so cruel?”
Zheng Xuezhang trembled as he raised his right arm and pointed a finger at me. He shivered violently, looking as if he were about to breathe his last: “It was him. He did it.”
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