Chapter 194
Chapter 194
This line of work was way too dangerous.
The money I made was practically paid for with my life.
“Are you okay?”
Anning rushed over, her face full of worry as she helped me up.
It took me a long while to recover. If she had woken up even a second or two later, what fell from up there wouldn’t have been me alive-it would have been my corpse.
“How do you… have a Vajra Pestle?” I asked her.
And I had seen this Vajra Pestle before. It was something used by people from The Organization.
Before we came here, Anning had gone home for a bit. She had probably gone to get this.
“I stole it…”
“Stole it?”
My eyes widened. “Where did you steal it from?”
“From Seventh Master’s place,” Anning said. “When I took my nephew to his house, I hadn’t eaten for two days and I was hungry… so I went in and ate some food. Then I saw this in his house, so I stole it.”
She said it with a perfectly justified air.
Of course, stealing was wrong, but luckily she had stolen this thing. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to save me just now.
“Thanks. If it weren’t for you today, Meng Yifan would have had to pay compensation.” I was extremely grateful to Anning.
She said, “The boss wouldn’t have to pay. Who would he pay it to? Your whole family is gone.”
Me: “…”
I decided to take back my gratitude.
What I found strange was that Anning had clearly been possessed by a Ghost just now. How had she managed to wake up halfway through?
With a Ghost attached to her body, she could actually retain her own consciousness.
I asked her about it, but she said she didn’t know either. If she wanted to wake up, she just woke up.
“I’ve never run into a situation like yours before. It’s pretty amazing. I’ll have to ask Seventh Master about it later.”
Today’s negotiation had failed. This Liu Jing was completely impervious to reason. I had said so much to her, but she hadn’t listened to a single word.
Then it occurred to me: if something had happened on our side, what about Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian?
I was a little worried about them, so I quickly pulled out my phone, ready to call and check in.
But after I lit up the screen, I realized there was no signal.
That was bizarre. When I sent Seventh Master a message earlier, I still had signal. How had it suddenly disappeared?
There was no way the call would go through, but I did see the message Seventh Master had sent me in reply.
In the message, Seventh Master said that Talisman was a Yin Gathering Talisman. Most people who used this Talisman had crooked intentions, because after it was used, the surrounding yin energy would gather toward it. If it was already a place with heavy yin energy, then it would definitely become even worse.
If this Talisman was used inside a residence, then most likely the occupants had been deceived and were using it as a Peace Talisman or an evil-warding Talisman.
After explaining that, Seventh Master asked me where the Talisman had been posted, but I had only just seen the message and had never replied.
Now that I had no signal, I couldn’t reply even if I wanted to.
I planned to pack up first, take Anning out of here, go back and discuss things with Seventh Master, then ask Seventh Master to come help us.
But just as we finished gathering the things on the floor and went to take down the blackout curtains, Anning and I both froze in place. Cold sweat broke out over us with a swish.
I clearly remembered that when we came here, it had been Shen Hour, around a little after one in the afternoon.
The time we had spent in here couldn’t have been more than two or three hours. Maybe not even that long.
But now, through the window glass, as we looked outside, it was already dark.
“Have we… been here that long?” Anning looked at me.
The nerves I had just relaxed snapped taut again.
“It’s summer right now. It doesn’t get dark until eight at night. We stayed here for three hours at most…”
I took out my phone and checked. The time was only two in the afternoon.
I was stunned.
How could only one hour have passed?
By my calculations, two o’clock should have been right when we performed the Soul Summoning.
Had time… frozen?
But if time had frozen, why had the sky gone dark?
The more I thought about it, the creepier it felt. I quickly folded up the blackout curtains, stuffed them into my backpack, and called for Anning to get ready so we could leave this damned place first.
But when we reached the door, it wouldn’t open no matter what we did.
The lock seemed broken. The switch on it had actually stopped working.
I took out the key and tried it several times, but it still wouldn’t open.
In a panic, I kicked the door more than a dozen times, then slammed into it another dozen times, but the damn thing was built too well. It was like a steel door. Even with all my strength, I couldn’t force it open.
“We’re trapped!”
Anning’s expression changed too. She hurriedly pulled the Vajra Pestle out of her backpack again.
Judging by her stance, it looked like she was planning to use the Vajra Pestle to smash the door open.
But after she jabbed at it several times, all she managed to do was make a lot of noise. The door didn’t budge an inch.
“Sis, that Pestle is for ghosts.”
I scratched at my scalp, starting to panic.
Liu Jing clearly hadn’t left. She was still in this house.
She didn’t want to let us go.
Not only could we not get out now, our phones had no signal either. There was no way to contact Seventh Master and have him come save us.
“She wants to trap us here until we die.”
I frowned and shouted at the empty room, “Liu Jing, you’re being completely unreasonable! We came here out of kindness to persuade you to reincarnate, and now you want to kill us? Just you wait, you stubborn, unreasonable woman. When Seventh Master gets here, he’ll finish you off!”
Anning quickly asked, “What do we do? Are we supposed to just wait for someone to save us?”
I said that since we couldn’t get out, all we could do was wait for rescue-but the prerequisite was that someone had to know we were trapped here.
Unless Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian went back, realized we still hadn’t returned, and came to save us.
But during that time, who knew whether Liu Jing would make a move against us?
Waiting for rescue was the worst option. Saving ourselves was the better one.
I took the Vajra Pestle from Anning’s hand, walked to the window, and smashed it down at the glass.
We might not be able to break the door, but surely we could at least break the glass, right?
But in the next second, I was dumbfounded. We really couldn’t break it!
When Anning saw that, her face turned even paler.
“It’s an illusion,” I said. “There’s no way glass can’t be broken. The door lock is fine too, so there’s no way it can’t open. What we’re smashing might not be glass at all, and what we’re trying to open might not be the door lock either.”
This kind of illusion was also called a Ghost Wall.
A so-called Ghost Wall was actually when a Ghost influenced a person’s cranial nerves. This influence could cause visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, tactile hallucinations, and possibly even olfactory hallucinations-in other words, smelling strange, inexplicable odors.
We had already fallen into the illusion Liu Jing had created.
“Let’s search the house first and see if there are any clues.”
The Talisman I had found earlier behind the door of the Master Bedroom was a Yin Gathering Talisman.
There was no way Liu Jing had pasted a Yin Gathering Talisman in her own home. She might not have known what kind of Talisman it was at all, which meant she had been tricked by someone.
Besides, the Feng Shui of this house had problems to begin with. Few people lived here, resulting in weak human presence, while the yin energy was very heavy. When human presence couldn’t suppress yin energy, problems would arise. Under circumstances like that, adding a Yin Gathering Talisman was no different from making things worse.
So although Liu Jing had committed suicide, it was very likely that someone had guided her into it, or tampered with things behind the scenes to hasten her death.
This was a murder case!