Chapter 3, Once Again Enchantment

The shaman's face turned pale, her whole body trembled, and she kept muttering about how formidable it was. She threw a red envelope to Old Chen and swept us out the door, slamming it shut with a loud "bang"—this was the first time I realized that being a charlatan (shaman) also carries risks; one must be cautious when entering this line of work

When an ordinary person is "bewitched" by a demon, they can only maintain a slight sense of clarity, unable to think, as if in a dream or illusion. Upon waking, they vaguely remember that something had occurred. I do not know why I am different; after being affected last night, I had about 60 to 70 percent clarity, and today I am even 90 percent awake, feeling clear-headed and my thoughts complete, which makes me even more anxious and fearful. Due to this fear, the little brother, who had just become excited, quickly wilted.

What? Old Chen jolted, his eyes wide open, while Aunt Hua's expression also changed.

At ten o'clock that night, Old Chen invited a tall, thin old woman to the back of the school to conduct a worship ceremony with incense, paper money, and offerings. The choice to go at night was to avoid causing any disturbance, as it was not permitted for cadres to engage in such practices.

I was taken aback and instinctively turned to run, only to hear the footsteps behind me incessantly, almost stepping on my heels, which frightened me to the point that I felt as if I had lost my wits.

With my father's swimming skills, how could he possibly drown by the calm river just a few meters deep, even amidst raging waves? Yet, he left and never returned, and not even a body was found. After that, our family faced difficulties, and out of necessity, we moved to a small mountain village at the junction of Fujian and Zhejiang, which was my grandmother's hometown. To support my education, my mother worked excessively hard, which took a toll on her health. I chose to attend a teacher training college to better care for her, but unexpectedly, fate did not align with my wishes, and I was assigned to this dreadful place.

As the "master," I, of course, accompanied them. I saw the "shaman" arrange the offerings and light the incense candles. While burning paper money, she quickly recited something in a dialect, presumably asking the female ghost not to disturb the school. The last few sentences seemed somewhat stern, possibly warning the ghost not to go too far. Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, extinguishing both candles. At the same time, her eyes rolled back, and she fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. The last few sentences seemed somewhat stern, possibly warning the ghost not to go too far. Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, extinguishing both candles. At the same time, her eyes rolled back, and she fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

I shook off his hand: "Tell me honestly, was there ever a young woman who hanged herself there?"

The woman in my first dream resembled the legendary hanging ghost, seemingly intent on causing me harm. However, a cat that had transformed into a spirit, or perhaps something else, drove the ghost away at a critical moment, waking me up. In the second dream, the girl appeared to be a supernatural being, as she possessed body heat. She was likely the one who had previously stolen apples, returned the apple cores, and frightened away the female ghost.

There are actually two evil entities in a school, is this a concentration camp for fierce ghosts? I truly feel a sense of helplessness, how can one possibly live like this

The creature that transformed into a girl quickly stripped me of my clothes (in fact, on a hot day, it was just a T-shirt, shorts, and underwear, which were easily removed). Then she lay on top of me, and to my surprise, she was also completely unclothed. Our skin touched, our ears brushed against each other, and I could hear her breathing. This was truly the first time in my life that I was so close to a girl, and she was a fragrant and smooth beauty; how could I not feel something? What made it even harder for me to accept was that she took my hand and guided it to caress her body, her skin felt like creamy jade, warm and slippery, captivating my soul. At the same time, her body was rubbing against mine, our skin touching, our ears brushing against each other, and I could hear her breathing. This was truly the first time in my life that I was so close to a girl, and she was a fragrant and smooth beauty; how could I not feel something? What made it even harder for me to accept was that she took my hand and guided it to caress her body, her skin felt like creamy jade, warm and slippery, captivating my soul. Meanwhile, her body was also rubbing against mine; this kind of stimulation would make even the most steadfast person stir with desire.

I do not know how much time has passed, but I once again felt that state of being neither fully awake nor asleep, my body completely unable to move. A pair of delicate hands was exploring my body, the same enchanting fragrance as the night before, equally intoxicating and soul-stirring, and my body quickly responded like a man's.

After having breakfast at Old Chen's house, I wandered around the village and the area surrounding the school. The conditions here are worse than I imagined last night, extremely impoverished and backward. The entire village has only one telephone at the village office and just one grocery store at the village entrance, with a pitifully small selection of goods. The faces of the villagers are all marked by sorrow and despair, and the reform and opening-up have really had no impact here

Although coastal cities have developed well in recent years, and more and more people are going out to work, some teachers have also ventured into the private sector. However, resigning from a public position means breaking the iron rice bowl, resulting in no fixed salary and no pension in the future. Therefore, I must make a careful decision. Before making a final decision, I need to live here and cannot truly offend Old Chen, so I cannot push him too hard.

The woman guided my body forward, but perhaps due to the narrow entrance, I failed to get in after several attempts, instead letting out a painful "hmph" sound, possibly because I had never experienced such matters before

Since I have come, I shall make the best of it; I can only resign myself to fate. I will muddle through for a year and then find a way to transfer. This afternoon, I unceremoniously brought my change of clothes and daily necessities to Old Chen's house. I will not leave until the problem is thoroughly resolved. Originally, this matter should have been addressed with the principal, but since the principal is not available, I can only turn to the village officials. When faced with difficulties, one must seek assistance from the leaders

I only realized after running quite a distance that the person behind me was Old Chen

Neither of us saw the shaman following us as we rushed into the village. Old Chen, fearing for a life, hurried to the shaman's home for assistance, calling upon her family and friends to help carry the unconscious shaman back home. They applied talismans, pressed her acupoints, and fed her ginger soup, and after much effort, they finally managed to wake her up

The one who opened the door was Old Chen's wife, a woman of mature charm, still retaining some of her former grace. People referred to her as Aunt Hua. She looked at me with some surprise, sizing me up from head to toe, and asked, "You came so early, is there something you need?"

I have nothing more to say, after all, Old Chen did not know that the evil entity was so powerful, and he promised to invite an expert again, so he deserves a little time

Old Chen hurriedly pulled me and the books inside, saying: "Let's talk inside, let's talk inside. It's not as serious as you say. The school is just a bit old and dark; there are no ghosts in the world..."

Aunt Hua was intimidated by my presence and did not dare to speak. She immediately went inside and pulled Old Chen up from the bed. When they reached the door, Old Chen was still staggering, his eyes bleary with drunkenness: "Uh, Xiao Zhang, good morning, good morning..."

I do not understand why I am so peculiar, as I often encounter supernatural events. Since childhood, I have repeatedly encountered things that others cannot see, and each time I experienced such encounters, I would fall ill with a high fever. Although I encountered them less frequently after the age of ten, when I did, the experiences were even more shocking.

I am looking for Old Chen! I am filled with anger, and my expression is unfriendly

During my time at the normal school, I encountered a life-threatening supernatural event. One time, a roommate went out for a trip and returned late at night, finding a handbag by the roadside. Inside was a neatly stacked amount of cash, totaling five thousand yuan. This was in the early 1990s, and in small towns, it was rare to see households with ten thousand yuan; five thousand yuan was undoubtedly a fortune. He was extremely excited and bought a large quantity of snacks and drinks to treat everyone. At that time, the other roommates had all seen it, and no one noticed anything wrong. I also leaned over to take a look, only to see that it was paper money for the deceased. The excitement was palpable, but when others took a closer look, they found that it was indeed all paper money for the deceased, with only the change from the convenience store being real cash, which terrified everyone on the spot. ... What was even more unexpected was that the next evening, the student who had found the money suddenly collapsed while taking a shower and never got back up. Ultimately, the school concluded that it was a myocardial infarction.

Before six o'clock, I went to knock on Old Chen's door. Old Chen's house is located on the main road in the center of the village, and it is one of the few three-story buildings in the village that has tiles. The policy of allowing a portion of the people to become prosperous first, initiated by Grandpa Deng, has been well implemented here

Old Chen was taken aback, peering out the door to see that no one was around. He withdrew his head and asked in a lowered voice, "What exactly did you see?"

It was already past 11 o'clock when I took a shower and went to bed. Aunt Hua is a diligent person; the room is very tidy and clean, and the sheets and pillows exude the scent of sunlight exposure, giving me a feeling somewhat akin to being home. I was quite satisfied and fell asleep shortly after lying down

I will be direct and unreserved: "There are ghosts in the school, and you must resolve this issue"

I said with a grim face: "Last night, I was almost taken away by that hanging ghost. I won't say more about it. I will sleep at your house tonight, but you still need to resolve the issue, because I can't stay at your place forever, and you wouldn't want anything to happen to others at school in the future, would you?"

You clearly know that the school is haunted, so why didn't you say anything earlier? Are you really going to wait until someone loses their life before taking it seriously? If a life were to be lost, it would probably be difficult for you as well! Although I haven't officially attended a single class yet, I am a qualified teacher, and I do have some skills in rhetoric; I can be quite aggressive when I speak.

At that time, many people were watching. Some elderly individuals remarked that the fish had already become a spirit and should not be eaten. My father was also concerned that the person who shot the fish might cause him trouble, so he pushed the fish back into the deep water. However, by that time, the black fish was already dead. From that moment on, he appeared somewhat distracted. Three days later, someone saw him jump straight into the water, and he sank without ever resurfacing. That was precisely the spot where he had caught the black fish.

The Chen family home has three floors. The first floor consists of a large living room, a kitchen, and the bedroom of his elderly parents. The second floor features a small living room and three bedrooms; the couple occupies one, their teenage son Chen Jiqiang has another, and the vacant room has been offered to me for sleeping. The third floor should have more rooms, but they did not invite me to visit, and I did not inquire further.

Of course, of course! Old Chen repeatedly agreed, hesitantly saying, "A long, long time ago, there was indeed a female educated youth who hanged herself in the classroom, but no one really saw it back then... In any case, do not worry, do not be anxious, I will definitely handle it."

In the year I turned ten, a once-in-twelve-years flood broke out. My father discovered a super gigantic black fish floating in the water, seemingly injured. He then paddled a bamboo raft to pursue it and ultimately plunged a bamboo pole with a barbed hook deep into the fish's body. The other end of the pole was tied with a rope, and my father swam back to the shore to secure the rope to a large rock, using the force of the current to push the black fish to the bank, where he continued to poke it with a long bamboo pole tipped with a sharp iron point. When the giant fish surfaced, it measured over three meters in length and had a row of bullet holes on its body, appearing to have been shot by a submachine gun or automatic rifle.

The sky had not yet brightened, but there should be no more apparitions. I let out a sigh, completely relaxed, lying in bed and carefully recalling the two dreams from the night.

After returning home, Old Chen said to me, "You can stay at my house with peace of mind for now; tomorrow I will go find someone else"

No, I absolutely cannot be controlled by the fairy! I endure with great willpower, imagining the person in my arms as nothing more than a skeleton or a corpse oozing with pus. However, through the contact of our bodies and hands, it becomes evident that the person in my embrace is a young girl, with a slender and delicate figure, skin that is exceptionally smooth and tender, firm and elastic, ample where it should be and petite where it should be, her curves are nothing short of perfect. This leaves me feeling helpless; no matter how much I try to imagine in a grotesque manner, the "reality" is simply too wonderful. My body reacts instinctively to the intense stimulation, and like a wildfire, it becomes uncontrollable, leading to a surge of excitement and anger.

It is precisely because I have encountered supernatural events multiple times and often have very vivid strange dreams that I have a rather thick skin. However, I can no longer dare to live here.

My family originally lived at the urban-rural junction of the county town. My father is an expert fisherman, skilled in swimming, and his daily catch is sufficient to cover our household expenses. Every year during the flood season in Yuxi, some timber, furniture, and livestock are washed down from upstream. At this time, my father, with his swimming skills, has the opportunity to showcase his talents, and he always manages to retrieve some valuable items.