The King of Curses

Chapter 210: Voice in the Wall

The burning and enchanting red light flowing all over the mountains is like a sea of ​​blooming flowers on the other shore, making people want to stare at it intently.

Under the cover of night, all unusual things happened quietly, no one could hear any sound, the mountains and forests shrouded in darkness cast swaying and deep shadows on the village, and the wind blew the fence gate.

The village was still as quiet as usual, with only a few houses lit up, and most of the rest were pitch black. No one heard the noise from the back hill, or came out to appreciate the strange scenery in front of them. I wonder if they were all asleep and didn't see it, or if they were just used to it?
"Sure enough, it's here."

The man's expression remained unchanged as he quietly stared at the brilliant light on the top of the mountain.

Cen Dongsheng opened the thermos, and inside was the tea bag that his elder sister had specially prepared for him. He took a sip of the still warm wolfberry tea and thought to himself.

He didn't feel nervous. Instead, he felt relieved after seeing the clues willing to come forward.

I'm not afraid of people doing bad things, I'm just afraid of good things being hidden and refusing to come out.

Cen Dongsheng even had the mood to take out his Polaroid camera and take a picture of the scene in front of him, as if he were a real tourist who came to see the scenery.

……

After waiting for about ten minutes, the red light that burned all over the mountain slowly faded.

After a moment, everything returned to silence.

It seems like nothing has changed, and yet it seems like...

Some earth-shaking changes have been completed quietly.

Even though his spiritual perception was not very sharp, he could still feel something at this moment.

“The atmosphere of the village has become different.”

Cen Dongsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the village in the distance.

"It's not my illusion."

*
the other side.

Ten minutes ago, Song Yutang and Jiang Yunmei had already changed into pajamas, but they showed no intention of going to bed to rest.

They sat in a row in the corner, looking at the wall in front of them with interest, and were not in a hurry to take action; before the truth was revealed, it was a pleasure to imagine what kind of secrets were hidden behind it.

"Aha……"

Jiang Yunmei yawned and hugged her shoulders.

"I feel a little cold. Wait, I'll go put on a coat..."

When she stood up, she heard her companion suddenly say:
"I suggest you change your skirt and shoes and socks."

"?"

Jiang Yunmei turned around with a confused look on her face.

"Are we going out?"

“It’s just a hunch.”

Song Yutang said.

"I don't think we will have a peaceful night tonight. We haven't even had time to go to bed and you've already noticed something strange. I wonder what else is waiting for us next."

"...Really, you're a crow's mouth."

Having said that, Jiang Yunmei still obediently dressed herself and came back.

She is self-aware. Although she believes that her special ability will be of great help to the team, as the weakest member of the team, it can easily become a weakness.

Well, at least make sure you're cautious enough not to fall behind.

"So, can we open it or not?"

Jiang Yunmei adjusted her skirt and sat upright, looking full of anticipation.

"...Senior seems very excited? Have you guessed what's inside?"

“I don’t know.” She shook her head with a smile on her face. “It’s because I don’t know that I’m excited. This feeling is just like opening an unknown treasure chest in a game.”

"Yeah……"

Song Yutang didn't quite understand her analogy, but the girl was also looking forward to the secrets behind the wall being exposed. Her reason was simply that she hoped the incident would make progress.

After all, this was the team's first official operation, and Song Yutang didn't want to disappoint his master.

"Then I won't be polite."

Although she could smash the wall with one punch, she still used long-range attacks cautiously - pure true energy shot out from her fingertips like a sharp arrow, and the girl flicked her fingers and smashed the wall in front of her that had been painted with new paint.

It was indeed hollow inside, with a hole dug out specially for it...

A stench mixed with the smell of damp soil hit my nose, almost making me nauseous. With a dull sound, the bricks fell, revealing a horrifying scene inside:

Inside the wall, there were three bodies frozen like plaster sculptures, two large and one small. The two large bodies were hugging each other tightly, while the small one was sandwiched in between.

The skin, which had long been dried, clung to the skeleton, presenting a "mummified" appearance; the corpses' hollow eye sockets were deep, their expressions were extremely distorted, and their open mouths seemed to be screaming silently, frozen in the despair of the last moment of life; the knuckles of one of the corpses were pale as wax, stretched stiffly, as if still struggling to grab something, or trying to scratch the surrounding cement to escape this horrible imprisonment...

The girls were not frightened, but their expressions looked a little ugly.

After all, they were almost going to sleep in this room and become roommates with the dead people built into the walls; what's more, as newcomers, they were not yet accustomed to witnessing the miserable plight of living people with their own eyes.

"This looks like a family of three." Song Yutang's eyebrows were knitted tightly, and a little anger was brewing in his pupils. "What a cruel method."

"Do you remember what Jiang Dafu said when he introduced this house to us? This was originally a village store. Later, the family left and left the house to the village committee... In the end, they didn't move to another place, but were killed."

Jiang Yunmei sighed.

"After he died, he was actually buried in his own house. It was just like the TV shows I watched when I was a kid that told all kinds of bizarre crimes."

"…So what should we do now? We can't call the police."

She made a joke that wasn't very funny.

"Are you asking how this case is related to our goal?"

The girl groaned.

"At least now we can confirm that this village is not as peaceful as it appears to be. It is not a paradise where no serious crimes have ever occurred. On the contrary, three lives of a family of three, including a child, disappeared silently in this village."

Song Yutang continued the conversation.

"And the village secretary Jiang Dafu. He was the one who introduced us to live here. Did he know about the body in the wall? Assuming he knew about it, did he want us to investigate and uncover the truth, or did he..."

“We had fallen into some kind of trap and had no idea.”

The room fell silent for a while. After a while, Jiang Yunmei said:
"Actually, the reason I was able to find them was because I heard voices. Ever since I entered this room, they have been making rustling sounds in my ears, but the content was quite fragmented and vague. It was not until just now that I realized that it was trying to communicate with a living person like me."

"The voice of the dead..." Song Yutang murmured.

After the revival of spiritual energy, all kinds of supernatural beings hostile to humans that appeared in the world are collectively referred to as "ghosts"; and the so-called "ghosts" among them are actually ghosts in the traditional sense, the remnants of thoughts after death.

From the lowest level of ignorant floating spirits that can only move in groups, to those that can move independently and possess intelligence, they are no different from living creatures and are more like the owners and evil spirits of "another form of life."

Of course, there are some thoughts that are even weaker than the level of floating spirits. They are not strong enough to gather Yin Qi into shape, but in the form of a message, like a vague and unstable radio wave, weakly and stubbornly remaining in this world...

Normally, even a spell-binding master with the ability to see Yin and Yang may not be able to detect their existence. Only those who are perceptive enough can detect the signs.

"So you heard it directly."

Song Yutang then remembered her senior's reaction just now and couldn't help but complain.

"Then why are you pretending to be a rocking chair detective?"

"You might as well say that every curse-master who is as good at spiritual perception as me is a natural detective."

Jiang Yunmei laughed.

"...Anyway, since there's a death, the nature of the matter has changed. I'm going to ask that guy what his purpose is in assigning us a house where a murder had happened."

Song Yutang is a quick-tempered person who does what she says. To a certain extent, she has been influenced by her master's swift and decisive nature. She doesn't plan to wait until tomorrow, so she stands up and prepares to set off.

"Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Jiang Yunmei grabbed her arm.

"Have you forgotten what I said just now? At first, I didn't recognize this sound. I only discovered it later. I was paying attention to this sound until half an hour ago, and confirmed one thing..."

She said in a deep voice:

"The voices of the dead are actually slowly getting louder. Unfortunately, until now, I still can't understand what they are saying. It seems that this part of the 'memory' is indeed irretrievable, otherwise I would know the truth."

Song Yutang was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but based on my limited knowledge, I guess it feels like... the 'yin qi' content in the air is increasing."

The girls did not notice the red light burning all over the mountains, but Jiang Yunmei was here.

So, when the atmosphere in Jiangtun Village changed, she was the first person to notice it.

"And now, I am almost sure of my guess."

Jiang Yunmei walked to the window and opened it. A familiar cold wind rushed in. She turned around and asked her companion:
"Can you feel it?"

The chilly air was not suitable for this season, and the appearance of the village was quietly changing...

At first glance, the scene outside the window doesn't seem to have changed significantly, but it makes people feel uneasy everywhere:

The trees swayed gently in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if whispering unknown secrets; the doors of every household were closed, and a faint candlelight shone from behind the windows of the house opposite, but that light was not the common bright yellow, but red.

It was like groups of ghosts passing through the cobblestone roads of the village. The creaking sound of footsteps sometimes echoed in the empty streets; the occasional barking of dogs from the corners of the village seemed particularly harsh.

Further away, out of sight of the girls—

……

The antique building of the village ancestral hall looked eerie and majestic under the moonlight. The people who came to burn incense in the morning had naturally left by now, but the remaining incense ash in the incense burner in front of the ancestral hall was still emitting thin green smoke, and the faint flame seemed to be a bridge connecting the yin and yang worlds.

……

The Jiang family's ancestral home was surrounded by creepers and lush weeds. The color of the plaque changed from being dull and blurred after being weathered to bright again. The red lanterns swaying in the wind actually glowed like candlelight again.
The deserted main hall, wing rooms and the garden at the back, the dilapidated flower beds, the dried-up pond and the collapsed pavilion... Soon, this originally deserted place gradually became filled with noisy voices, and blurry figures walked among them, as if a banquet was being held.

All this is like going back a hundred years in time——

……

The eerie atmosphere spread to the entire Jiangtun Village, but so far no villager seemed to have noticed anything unusual. No human voice was heard, and no one came out, as if everyone had locked themselves inside.

"Ah... ah ah..."

When the cold air flowing in from the window gaps filled the house and touched the space inside the wall that was broken by Song Yutang's true Qi, one of the three miserable corpses sealed in the wall actually began to move slightly.

They were once pitiful victims; but now they are ghosts who were forced to stay in this world because of resentment. Their rotten eyeballs reveal malice towards all living beings.

"It was originally just a remnant of thought, but under the influence of the environment, it slowly transformed into a true 'ghost'..."

Song Yutang sighed.

"You are right. From just now on, the amount of Yin Qi in the air seems to be rising rapidly. Anyway, let's get the teacher over here first."

"Ah."

As soon as Jiang Yunmei agreed, the two dried corpses began to "revive", and even the fingers of the child held in the middle of the dead couple began to tremble slightly.

Indigo electric light wrapped around Song Yutang's hands.

"Please rest in peace. If I knew who killed you..."

The girl muttered to herself and flicked her fingers again. A hot electric current cut through the air, sweeping away the turbid aura, and the corpse in the wall became completely motionless.

After finishing this part, she looked at Jiang Yunmei and found that her teammate was holding a mobile phone with an expression of "as expected".

"I just tried to contact Teacher Cen on my cell phone. Guess what? I couldn't get through."

Communication signal is cut off...

Although they had never experienced it personally, Cen Dongsheng naturally introduced to them some of the most famous features of entering the supernatural space.

"I have already used the 'Heavenly Ears' to notify Teacher Cen, and he will be here soon. Also..."

Next, Cen Dongsheng’s words rang in their ears.

"You stay where you are, Yutang, and protect Yunmei. We may have been sucked into the 'haunted house' now."

"clear."

Song Yutang agreed, with the corners of her mouth rising slightly unconsciously.

"What are you happy about?"

"…I was just thinking that after a whole day of preparation, I can finally move my body."

Hearing the expected answer, Jiang Yunmei couldn't help but shook her head.

"You two are really master and disciple."

(End of this chapter)