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I recall the strange circumstances of that day. I encountered them at the elevator entrance on the seventh floor, and I immediately sensed something odd about them. After asking me a question, they hurriedly left, even more flustered.
Thinking back, if what he said was true, then their panic made sense.
Yet, I caught a crucial hint in his words and couldn't help but shudder as I asked, "You mean they..."
"Yes, besides the female ghost you mentioned, there was also that family of three. They were staring at me from the doorway. They are all ghosts," the man said, a bit agitated.
His words plunged me into silence again, and I couldn't help but confirm, "Do you really live across from us?"
"Absolutely," his girlfriend replied.
My face turned pale as I remained silent. During that time when I visited Mu Yan's house, I would see that family of three every day, whether getting off the elevator or leaving Mu Yan's place. They stood inside their open door, watching me.
Whenever I glanced at them, they smiled at me. It felt like an old black-and-white photograph, a group picture of three people standing together.
At that time, Mu Yan forbade me from talking to anyone else in the building, especially our neighbors across the hall. So I paid no mind to it then, but now that I think back, their smiles were indeed a bit unsettling.
However, as this thought crossed my mind, I furrowed my brow in confusion over one point.
If Mu Yan was afraid I'd learn from others that she wasn't human and thus prevented me from speaking to anyone else in the building, it was understandable.
But according to what these two said, that family of three across the hall wasn't human either; they were also ghosts. If they were all ghosts, then what was Mu Yan afraid of?
Another thing puzzled me: if what these two claimed was true and they were indeed the ones living across from Mu Yan, why had I never seen them before?
I looked at them with confusion. As if sensing my thoughts, his girlfriend explained, "We went on a trip a while ago and only returned the night before we encountered you. But just one night at home brought many terrifying events. Once we turned off the lights to sleep, we saw them standing at the foot of our bed staring at us. You have no idea how frightening that feels."
Even as she spoke about it now, I could still see the lingering fear on her face. This indirectly explained why they had left so hurriedly.
"Now that you know everything, what are you going to do?" Her girlfriend asked again as I was lost in thought.
I looked up at her and shook my head weakly. "What can I do? I just hope they stop bothering me."
"Do you think that's possible?"
As soon as I finished speaking, her boyfriend let out a cold laugh.
I frowned slightly and remained silent, because based on what had happened last night, it truly seemed impossible. That was an undeniable fact.
Just when I felt at a loss for what to do, her girlfriend brought it up again. She said, "There is someone who might be able to save you. Without him, you will definitely die, and you'll end up like my boyfriend, or even worse."
At her words, I shivered and couldn't help but glance at her boyfriend's mangled face again. A chill ran down my spine; sometimes death might not seem so terrifying.
But what was truly frightening was the unknown—the bizarre and uncontrollable way of dying that sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
I quickly asked, "Who? Can he really save me?"
"A master. My boyfriend's life was saved by him."
Taking a breath, she continued, "If you believe us, come with us to find him."
With my life on the line, I had no room for doubt. Upon hearing about the master, I nodded repeatedly and agreed to go with them to find this so-called master.
Through our conversation, I learned their names: the man was named Deng Kun and the woman was Wu Qian. As for the master they spoke of, his name was Master Yun.
Master Yun lived in the suburbs, not in City. It took us about half an hour by car to get there, and then Deng Kun and Wu Qian led me to a small courtyard where we stopped.
"Master Yun lives here."
"Yes, that's right," Wu Qian nodded.
Her gaze swept around, and I couldn't help but frown slightly. The desolation of the surroundings was striking; aside from the three houses where Master Yun lived, there was no one else here.
It could almost be described as a barren wasteland, but more importantly, the atmosphere felt lifeless, as if it lacked any vitality.
"Why is Master Yun living in such a remote place?" I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Wu Qian's expression remained unchanged as she quietly replied, "Perhaps those with great abilities prefer quieter places."
"That's true," I nodded. It made sense that someone extraordinary would enjoy tranquility, so I didn't dwell on it further.
I followed behind the two of them until we reached Master Yun's door. The entrance was a pair of wooden double doors reminiscent of a rural courtyard.
Wu Qian stepped forward and gently knocked on the door, but there was no response.
"Is Master Yun not home?" I asked.
She shook her head and said, "Just wait a moment."
After waiting for about two or three minutes with still no one answering, I grew a bit anxious and stepped forward to knock on the wooden door twice.
Suddenly, the door swung open from the inside, revealing a face that looked like a withered corpse. I let out a startled gasp and stumbled back a few steps.
"Master Yun."
To my surprise, Deng Kun and Wu Qian stepped forward at that moment, calling out with utmost respect.
Master Yun
I furrowed my brows, unable to believe what I was seeing. Even now, my expression was one of sheer terror; this person was indeed Master Yun.
The reason for my disarray was that the individual before me could hardly be described as human. He resembled nothing more than a dried-up skeleton, skin stretched tightly over bones.
Especially his face, which bore no semblance of a normal complexion. His skin was dark and wrinkled, clinging to his skull in a way that sent chills down my spine.
This frail figure, who looked as if a gust of wind could blow him away, was the very Master Yun known for his ability to exorcise spirits.
Honestly, judging by his appearance, it was difficult for me to associate him with the notion of a powerful exorcist.
But at that moment, Wu Qian and Deng Kun had already pulled me in front of Master Yun. Deng Kun spoke up, “Master Yun, he is like me; he has been affected by that place.”
“That place…”
Before Deng Kun could finish his sentence, Master Yun interrupted him. His gaze fell upon me, cold and unsettling, making me feel uncomfortable.
He stared at me, gradually furrowing his brow deeper and deeper until he waved his hand dismissively and said, “Your life is nearing its end. There’s nothing I can do; let him go.”
With that, Master Yun turned to close the door and avoid further visitors.
Upon hearing him say that my life was nearing its end, panic surged within me. I couldn’t afford to dwell on my fear any longer; as the door began to close, I rushed forward and grabbed Master Yun’s hand.
The moment I touched him, an icy sensation spread through my palm. Instinctively, I wanted to let go, but at that moment, Master Yun shot me a glare.
I quickly tightened my grip again and pleaded earnestly, “Master Yun, please help me! You can’t just stand by and watch me die!”
Ever since I learned from Zhang Chao about Mu Yan’s death, my nerves had been on edge. Coupled with the strange text messages and the words from Deng Kun and Wu Qian, I felt as if I were sitting on pins and needles.
Now, this mysterious Master Yun straightforwardly declared, "My life is not long for this world," leaving me to wonder if there was any point in living.
I couldn't afford to think too much about it; Master Yun seemed like my only lifeline, and I had to hold on tightly. The Sister of the Dark Wife was fierce.
I gripped Master Yun's hand tightly, and he frowned slightly, appearing somewhat angry, urging me to let go.
I said, "If you don't save me, I won't let go."
At that moment, Deng Kun and Wu Qian also pleaded, "Master Yun, please help him."
Only then did Master Yun sigh, sounding quite helpless as he said, "Fine, I don't know if I can save you, but I'll do my best." With that, he did not go back to close the door.
Hearing this, I finally felt a sense of relief and released my grip. I glanced gratefully at Deng Kun and Wu Qian before stepping inside together.
As we entered the courtyard, I noticed a large Old Huai Tree that could be embraced by a person; it had been there for quite some time. Other than that, there was nothing else. We followed Master Yun's footsteps into the house.
However, as soon as I stepped inside, I was startled again because right in the center of Master Yun's room stood a pitch-black coffin.
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