Chapter 10, No Way to Escape

I have found a job, and I am also uplifting myself, cleaning, tidying up the room, doing laundry, and so on, to greet a new life with a fresh appearance. Zhou Jian and Fang Liping are watching television in their room, occasionally exchanging a few words, which is not much different from usual

Ah... Zhou Jian and Fang Liping let out hysterical screams one after another, rushing over to tightly embrace me. In moments of great shock, a person can exhibit incredible strength; I was pressed against the wall and tightly held, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe

I was so frightened that my heart seemed to stop beating; I wanted to run, but where could I move my feet? Zhou Jian and Fang Liping were even more terrified, directly rolling their eyes and collapsing, producing two dull thuds as their bodies hit the ground. Now it was just me facing the female ghost alone; why didn't I faint?

The stench in the room has intensified. I am wearing slippers and feel as though the tainted blood has already surged to my feet, soaking them. I can no longer afford to dwell on this; I force myself to remain calm and begin reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, moving forward along the wall in search of the main door.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed, as if a colossal axe had split the darkness, accompanied by a deafening explosion. In that instant of the strong light, I saw a woman standing a few steps in front of me, her long hair cascading down. Her face, which should have been dignified and beautiful, was severely deformed, resembling a crushed boiled egg, smeared with dirt, blood, and brain matter. Only her eyes remained intact, dark and hazy, filled with resentment. In that instant of the strong light, I saw a woman standing a few steps in front of me, her long hair cascading down. Her face, which should have been dignified and beautiful, was severely deformed, resembling a crushed boiled egg, smeared with dirt, blood, and brain matter. Only her eyes remained intact, dark and hazy, filled with resentment

What should we do, what should we do? Zhou Jian and Fang Liping were completely panicked

Since childhood, I have often heard the elders tell ghost stories, and I have frequently come across the term "ghost hitting the wall," which refers to a person being confused by a ghost and unable to find their way, continuously going in circles. I never expected that today I would encounter this in a book.

The good times did not last long, and soon a more sinister aura approached, filling the entire room with a stench of blood and decay. The hall became incredibly dark and oppressive once again. I could no longer concentrate on my chanting; this malevolent energy could induce severe negative emotions, leading to restlessness, impatience, impulsiveness, and irritability, as I had experienced a few days prior. Now, the malevolent energy was much denser than what I had encountered before, and it quickly began to have a noticeable effect on me, causing dizziness and shortness of breath, making it difficult to maintain a calm mind and focus on my chanting.

When I entered the room, Zhou Jian and Fang Liping were having takeout in the living room, not home-cooked meals. Both of them looked rather unwell, probably because they had partied too hard last night. Heh, if you have the ability, why not try to pull an all-nighter again and see if you can achieve nine victories?

I quickly walked to the door, reaching out to touch it, but instead, I encountered a wall. As I groped around, all I felt was the same wall; there was no door. Before the lighter went out, I could see clearly that the door was right here, only five or six steps away. It was impossible to have strayed too far. Where has the door gone?

Zhou Jian and I kept pressing the lighter, and the flint emitted tiny sparks. The hall was very dark, almost devoid of any light. After our eyes adjusted to the darkness, in the fleeting moment when the tiny sparks flashed, we could vaguely see a figure. Indeed, there was another figure behind Fang Liping!

"This is absolutely unbelievable," Zhou Jian cursed.

I did not know where I could escape to; in any case, I needed to leave this terrifying place. I shouted, "Hurry up!" and started moving towards the door. Zhou Jian and Fang Liping were terrified and hurriedly followed me. Suddenly, everything went dark again, and the lighter went out.

Fang Liping's terrified voice rang out: "Who is behind me, the picture book or the illustration?"

I asked: "Why do you hate me?"

Fang Liping tightly grasped his arm: "Please don't scold me, I'm scared, I'm scared..."

A chill ran through my heart; it was indeed as if I had seen a ghost, but I could not voice this thought. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind rose, and the sinister atmosphere intensified, carrying a certain malevolent aura that even the two of them sensed, both exclaiming: "Why is the ghostly aura so thick?" "Indeed, it wouldn't be this dark even if the weather changed, would it?"

"Let me go, quickly find the door!" I shouted, and the two finally relaxed a bit, but they still clung tightly to me, one on each side. Perhaps they thought I would chant some incantation for a sense of security? This little flirt was not wearing a bra, her chest pressed against my arm, soft and delicate, but unfortunately, it was not the right time; at this moment, I had no mood to indulge in such distractions.

Ghost hitting the wall

The young couple also encountered the same situation, further proving that I am in a state of awareness. We are in the same environment; has the female ghost come to hate them as well

There is no doubt that the strength of the female ghost has significantly increased. Last night, it did not absorb any yang energy from me, but instead possessed Fang Liping to absorb her and Zhou Jian's vital energy. No wonder they were unusually restless for so long last night and look so unwell today. The female ghost's power has increased by an unknown number of times, and I cannot suppress it with the "Great Compassion Mantra" at all. Plans cannot keep up with changes, so I can only escape from here for now.

Here she comes again! In the past, I would sense the arrival of the female ghost only in my dreams, but this time she appeared while I was fully awake. How could I not be astonished? The female ghost has become even more powerful!

I pressed the lighter repeatedly, five or six times, and saw the flint spark, but the flame did not ignite. Zhou Jian kept pressing the lighter as well, but like me, he was unable to light it.

Not long after, around nine o'clock in the evening, the lights suddenly began to flicker, flashing a few times before going out completely. The room was extraordinarily dark, with even the light from outside the window obscured. I felt a chilling and malevolent presence surge in like a tide, filling the entire room, causing me to involuntarily shiver.

Fang Liping murmured: "There might really be... last night, I..."

I felt a chill run down my spine. I bumped into Zhou Jian, and she was following behind him. There could not be anyone behind her, so who was following her?

It feels like I have been walking along the wall for a long time, yet I still have not encountered a door. This is truly unbelievable. The living room has a large door, a bathroom door, and three small doors leading to the rooms, as well as a passageway to the kitchen. It is impossible to have walked this far along the wall without encountering anything.

I lit the lighter and walked towards the living room, preparing to meet with Zhou Jian and the others. Having two more living people around would surely increase our sense of security. Zhou Jian also held a lighter and was pulling Fang Liping out of the room. Unexpectedly, a sudden cold wind blew in, extinguishing the lighters in both our hands

The sounds in the bathroom were incessant, and the stench grew increasingly unbearable, as if liquid was flowing out from the restroom. Both of us kept pressing the lighter, and finally, mine ignited again, but the two around us let out terrifying screams—thick, dark blood was oozing out from the bathroom, a shocking sight of red mixed with purple, the smell of blood and foulness emanating from it

What lingers in my mind is still that meaning: I hate you, I hate you...

The smell of blood has become more intense, accompanied by a foul stench, reminiscent of the odor from a blocked sewer that has been stagnant for decades, combined with the putrid scent of a dead rat. Perhaps the decay of a human body emits a similar odor, though I have not encountered such a situation with books, so I cannot be certain

I instinctively stepped back, my back pressed against the wall. I could not see the female ghost, but I knew she was within my reach. Perhaps the fear had reached its peak; instead of breaking down, I calmed myself. After all, there was no escape, so whatever would happen, would happen. However, I felt very unwilling; I shouted frantically: "Why are you targeting me? I have not offended you, and I am not the one who made promises to you. You have the wrong person!"

In the pitch darkness where one cannot see their own hand, there is no way out. The air is filled with a foul stench, and beneath our feet flows tainted blood. Moreover, a female ghost follows closely behind us. Who would not feel a chill of fear?

I do not believe in this evil; I leaned against the wall and walked forward, taking at least ten steps without feeling the door. Could it be that I had turned in the wrong direction? I turned around and felt along the wall, only to touch a hand, which startled me so much that I quickly withdrew my own hand, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.

I also do not know what to do, I am not a professional. Just a few days ago, I did not believe that there were ghosts in this world. Now, apart from reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, I have no other means to restrain malevolent spirits, especially considering that it is a female ghost that has become very powerful.

Strange cries came from the next room: "What the hell, why is there a power outage?"

It seems that it is filled only with hatred, lacking any other thoughts. Judging from the terrifying appearance of this female ghost, it must be someone who died from a fall; could it be that the fall damaged her head, leading to her madness? A madman is already frightening enough, but a mad ghost is certainly more deadly, and yet I happen to encounter one. What kind of terrible luck is this

Ah! Zhou Jian exclaimed, "Xu Chengye, is that your hand?"

Nothing is omnipotent; the effects of scriptures are limited. Moreover, I am merely a novice, and the effects of reciting the Great Compassion Mantra are quite limited. Now, the female ghost has become very powerful, using the foul energy of polluted blood and stench, along with diagrams and texts, to counteract the sacred light of the chanting. I am being suppressed, and it is almost completely ineffective.

I immediately began to recite the Great Compassion Mantra aloud. Practice makes perfect; at this moment, my pronunciation was quite accurate and my tone solemn and dignified. The dark atmosphere in the hall dissipated significantly. Zhou Jian lit a lighter, and the two of them quickly walked over to my side. Fang Liping asked in surprise, "So you can chant scriptures. What happened?"

It is me, there is no door here

Zhou Jian erupted in a furious tirade, cursing the power supply bureau for its erratic power outages, lamenting the foul smell from the sewage system due to lack of maintenance. After a while, feeling unsatisfied, he even began to curse the ghosts: "What demons and monsters, pretending to be divine and mysterious, I am not afraid of you, I fear nothing at all. If you have the ability, show yourselves, and I will chop you down with a single stroke."

Zhou Jian's lighter suddenly went out without warning, and the conversation between the two immediately ceased. Aside from the sound of my chanting, it seemed there were other noises. Although I was trying my best to concentrate on my chanting, I still heard sounds coming from the bathroom, "gudong, gudong," as if the drain had just been cleared but was still blocked, or as if water was bubbling up from the drain.

The female ghost did not speak, but I sensed a voice or an intention in my mind, a profound resentment: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...

Zhou Jiandao: "The door should be here, right?"

Fang Liping's voice then sounded: "Why has it suddenly become cold, ah... ah-choo."

Zhou Jian angrily said: "What is there to be afraid of, afraid of what? Who has really seen a ghost? There are no ghosts in this world, it's just scaring oneself!"

I have no time to answer her, so I continue to recite loudly. The sound of the mantra acts like an air freshener, purifying and dispelling the cold, dark atmosphere. Coupled with the lighter in Zhou Jian's hand, the hall becomes much brighter, yet in the distance, there remains an infinite darkness