The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 123 Stay safe
Little Ghost excels at tracking and finding his way, and has never disappointed Detective Li so far.

It wasn't long before they found Wong Kam-sing's car.

Standing by the roadside, Li Zhen closed his eyes and saw the car Huang Jinshen was driving from Xiao Gui's perspective.

His gaze shifted, and his vision "leaped" into the car.

Suddenly, the little devil cried out in surprise.

Li Zhen's vision was immediately ejected from inside the car.

Li Zhen, who was standing by the street, suddenly opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully in the direction where the car had disappeared: "This aura, is it the work of a sorcerer? Strange..."

A few breaths later, the little devil returned to Li Zhen's side in a bit of fear, and after a blink, it hid inside the jar on the vampire's back.

"How scary! He's carrying something, it's very evil, I can't get close to him." The little devil's shrill voice reached Li Zhen's ears.

"Did you remember his scent?"

"I'll remember that. As long as it's not too far away, I can smell his scent."

"Well done."

Li Zhen bit open the wound on his finger, reached inside the vampire's cloak, and dripped a drop of blood into the jar containing the little devil's heart.

He put down his apron and looked at a taxi parked on the side of the road.

The taxi stopped on its own, and a middle-aged bald man leaned out of the window: "Sir, hailing a taxi?"

Li Zhen nodded.

He opened the back door of the taxi, stuffed the vampire inside, and then went to the passenger seat, opened the door, and sat down.

The bald driver glanced at the vampire in the rearview mirror and joked, "That guy's frozen, he looks like a mannequin. Where are you going, sir? My car is pretty fast."

"Go straight ahead and turn right at the next intersection," Li Zhen instructed the driver, based on the little ghost's intuition.

……

Huang Jinshen got into the car with several colleagues, chatting and laughing.

As the driver, he sat in the driver's seat.

He hadn't driven for long when he suddenly felt a chill in the air.

Touching his arm, Wong Kam-sing suddenly heard someone call his name from behind.

The voice was very clear and crisp, like a child calling him.

Startled, Wong Kam-sing turned his head but saw nothing.

There were two colleagues sitting in the back of his car, not any children.

"What's wrong, Bobby? You look a little off." A colleague noticed Huang Jinshen's unusual expression.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Huang Jinshen shook his head absentmindedly.

He reached his left hand into his pocket and took out a blue talisman folded into a triangle.

The note was covered with strange runes, and it looked rather eerie.

At this moment, one corner of the blue talisman had turned to ashes and fell from Huang Jinshen's hand.

Upon looking down and seeing this scene, Wong Kam-sing's expression changed slightly.

Sure enough, something unclean had come looking for him...

Feeling uneasy, Wong Kam-sing stepped on the gas and drove the car even faster.

When they arrived at the agreed-upon place for drinks, he suddenly said he wasn't feeling well and told the two of them to go drink on their own, promising to treat them to a meal another time.

Seeing that Wong Kam-sing's expression was off, the two of them didn't bother him and got out of the car directly.

Wong Kam-sing drove his car to the entrance of his wife Fanny's company.

After picking up his wife, Fanny, Wong Kam-sing started the car without saying a word.

Fanny noticed something was wrong with him and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? You seem very flustered? Is the case not going well? Last night you said you were going to have a celebration drink."

Wong Kam-sing said, "The talisman has reacted."

Fanny's expression changed, and she glanced ahead: "Shall we go find that mage now?"

Wong Kam-sing nodded: "The monk told me that day that if the talisman reacts, it means someone wants to harm me. Now I can only go to the monk and ask him to save me."

A year ago, after returning to Hong Kong Island from Southeast Asia, his life returned to normal.

He thought he might never encounter anything strange again, but just a month ago, while tracking a suspect, he suddenly felt a splitting headache and almost let the suspect escape.

The pain came on quickly and went away quickly.

By the time his colleagues took him to the hospital, the pain had subsided.

After no problems were found at the hospital, Wong Kam-sing quickly returned to his demanding work.

But a few days later, his headache returned, tormenting him to the point of wishing he were dead.

After that incident, some strange things started happening to him.

He occasionally hallucinates, seeing people who are not real.

He, who originally disliked the smell of blood, gradually came to like steak with bloodstains.

One night, his wife Fanny found him gnawing on raw meat by the refrigerator, his mouth covered in blood.

Completely bewildered, Wong Kam-sing was unaware of what he was doing until he was awakened by Fanny's shouts.

Wong Kam-sing suspected that he had contracted some strange disease, but he was more suspicious that someone wanted to harm him.

In the period immediately following his return from Southeast Asia, he dreamt of disgusting scenes related to black magic for several nights in a row, which frightened him so much that he could not fall asleep.

When such a strange thing suddenly happened to him, he naturally suspected that he had been under some kind of evil spell.

So Wong Kam-sing went to a fortune teller, hoping she could help him.

The sorceress used some methods on him, and finally, exhausted, told him that she was powerless to help him with his problems.

Disappointed, Wong Kam-sing returned home.

Upon hearing his description, a friend introduced him to a highly skilled sorcerer.

The sorcerer's methods were indeed skillful. After performing a ritual, he resolved Huang Jinshen's problem, preventing him from waking up in the middle of the night to eat raw meat.

This did not completely resolve the problems facing Wong Kam-sing.

The sorcerer told him that he had only temporarily suppressed his problem with magic, and that he would need to find a way to completely solve it.

These past two days, Wong Kam-sing has occasionally felt something unusual, but nothing as terrible as what he experienced this time.

The car was parked in front of an ordinary residential building.

Wong Kam-sun and his wife got out of the car and hurried upstairs.

He arrived at the innermost room and knocked on the dilapidated door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man wearing a red headscarf.

The man's face was deathly pale, but his eyes were red-rimmed, making him look rather strange.

"Master, the talisman you gave me is working!" Upon seeing this man, Huang Jinshen felt a sense of security.

The monk glanced at Wong Kam-sing, then stepped aside to let Wong Kam-sing and Fanny into the house.

"Come in first, I sensed the reaction when the talisman started to work."

Wong Kam-sing and Fanny entered the house.

There were no electric lights in the room, only a row of candles, making it somewhat dim.

Huang Jinshen keenly sensed a pungent odor in the room, somewhat like the smell of something rotting.

He smelled this scent the last time he came.

The monk told him that he needed to use the meat of certain animals when making some medicines, and over time the house developed a strange smell.

Seeing the monk pound the beef into meatballs and add them to the medicinal herbs, Huang Jinshen's doubts were largely dispelled.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the candle, the sorcerer stretched out his hand: "Take out the talisman and let me see it."

Wong Kam-sing took out the strange talisman that had one corner turned to ashes.

The sorcerer opened the talisman, examined the runes inside, and said solemnly, "You've been targeted by something unclean. This thing is very powerful; even my talisman couldn't defend against it for the time being."

Standing next to Wong Kam-sing, Fanny quickly asked, "Master, what should we do now?"

The monk pondered for a moment, but did not answer the question directly. Instead, he said to Huang Jinshen, "The problem you have has the shadow of black magic. I told you before, this may be related to your trip to Southeast Asia a year ago."

"If you can find the friend who went with you back then, you can see from him whether he has any problems. In that case, I can use my magic to solve your problems in a targeted way."

"Without finding him, I have no way to completely solve your problem."

"I've been thinking about this for the past two days. Unless you find him, forcibly casting the spell would be too dangerous for you."

After experiencing health problems, Wong Kam-sing himself suspected that it might be related to something that happened a year ago.

He had only encountered such strange things a year ago, and for a long time after he returned, he did not see any strange occurrences.

When the monk asked him about his experiences, he gave a general account of his experiences in Southeast Asia.

After listening, the sorcerer asked him to find Li Zhen, who had killed Ma Gusu with him, saying that if he found Li Zhen, he would have a way to completely solve his problem.

Huang Jinshen immediately tried every means to find Li Zhen.

But no matter what method he used, he couldn't find any trace of Li Zhen.

Since his sudden disappearance at the hospital, Li Zhen has not been seen again.

A year has passed, and Wong Kam-sing still hasn't received a call from Lee Chan, having no idea where to look for him.

He even worried that something might have happened to Li Zhen, or that he might have already died from his terminal illness.

While in Southeast Asia, Li Zhen's illness was already very serious, and it was not impossible that he would have died if no cure had been found.

After the handover to Hong Kong Island, Wong Kam-sing connected Lee Chan with some influential figures.

Unfortunately, he never saw Li Zhen again.

Wong Kam-sing said in a muffled voice, "I don't know where my friend is either, or even if he's still alive."

The monk said, "Find him as soon as possible. This is Hong Kong Island, and your identity provides you with great convenience. As long as he has appeared in Hong Kong Island, you will definitely be able to find him." "Once his identity is confirmed, let me see him. Even if he has turned into a skeleton, I will still be able to see some clues."

Wong Kam-sing was unwilling to discuss this topic further, and frowned as he asked, "What does this have to do with what's happening now?"

The monk explained, "If the problems within you are not resolved, they will continue to attract evil spirits. Even if no one harms you, you will still attract their attention."

Wong Kam-sing said in a deep voice: "So this time, someone didn't deliberately try to harm me?"

"I can't tell," the sorcerer shook his head. "I can only tell that a ghost tried to approach you, but was repelled by my talisman."

"Fortunately, this ghost isn't strong, otherwise you might not have made it to see me alive this time. You still need to find that person as soon as possible."

"I will cast a spell on you this time and provide you with protection. But if you encounter stronger ghosts in the future, I may not be able to help you."

"Thank you, Venerable Master." Huang Jinshen knelt down on the prayer mat in front of the Venerable Master.

The monk picked up a handful of straw, dipped it in an unidentified liquid from a nearby jar, and while chanting incantations, sprinkled the liquid around Huang Jinshen.

For some reason, after the liquid was poured on him, Wong Kam-sing felt his tense body relax.

The wind chimes hanging around the house started to ring.

The monk's face darkened, and his chanting became even more rapid.

He flicked the liquid-soaked straw behind Huang Jinshen's back.

The ejected liquid landed on the ground and formed a small human shape.

The monk stared at the human figure, frowning and remaining silent.

Wong Kam-sing and Fanny also saw the human figure, and their hearts skipped a beat.

"Master, what's going on?" Fanny asked.

"That thing has caught up," the mage said coldly. "A mere ghost dares to be so bold as to come right up to me."

He stood up, took out some powder with a pungent smell from another jar, and sprinkled it out. The powder that landed on the ground caught fire and emitted an even more pungent odor.

Stimulated, Wong Kam-sun and Fanny coughed repeatedly and retreated to a corner of the house.

The monk stood up, walked barefoot into the smoke, and forcefully flung the straw he was holding in his hands around.

Each strike produced a cracking sound, as if the object being struck was some kind of physical object.

Even after experiencing the strange events in Southeast Asia, Wong Kam-sing's heart couldn't help but race as he watched the bizarre scenes unfolding before him.

Even more terrified, Fanny grabbed Wong Kam-sing's hand and buried her head in his arms.

Once the smoke inside the house dissipated, the monk, sweating profusely, stopped his somewhat strange spellcasting process.

"Master, how is it?" Huang Jinshen asked.

"He was just a nobody, and I've already..."

The straw in his hand suddenly exploded, and the monk was sent flying backward, crashing into the coffee table behind him.

Huang Jinshen was startled and quickly helped the monk up.

The monk shoved Huang Jinshen aside, gritting his teeth as he said, "Huang Jinshen, who have you offended?!"

Seeing the monk's ferocious expression, Wong Kam-sing was taken aback.

Having met him so many times, this was the first time he had seen the monk display such a terrifying appearance.

He scrambled to his altar, his expression extremely grim. He ripped off the yellow cloth covering the altar and took out a jar from it.

He roughly opened the jar, scooped out the intestine-like thing inside, and stuffed it into his mouth without a second thought.

Upon witnessing this disgusting scene, Wong Kam-sing's eyes narrowed, and he quickly retreated, creating a safe distance between himself and the monk.

Fanny gasped and hid behind Wong Kam-sing.

The monk glared at Huang Jinshen with resentment, stuffing his internal organs into his mouth as he mumbled, "You... have offended... someone you shouldn't have offended. You're going to die."

Seeing all this, how could Wong Kam-sing not know that this monk had a problem?
He instinctively reached for his waist, only to find it empty, and then realized that he wasn't on a mission and hadn't brought a gun.

Just then, a strange sound of footsteps came from outside the house.

"Crack... Crack..."

It's like someone dragging their feet while walking outside.

A cool, damp atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire room, giving Wong Kam-sing goosebumps.

“Bobby…” Fanny trembled all over from the unusual cold.

Wong Kam-sing grabbed Fanny and took a few steps back.

It seems there's an even more terrifying creature coming from outside.

What's terrifying is that it was all for him...

Wong Kam-sing's heart sank deeper and deeper.

The only mage who might be able to deal with the strange being is in big trouble; judging from his attitude, he won't help him at all.

What can he do now?
As a police officer, Wong Kam-sing has faced countless dangerous situations and was well prepared for such circumstances.

His biggest regret was that this incident had implicated his wife.

Despite his panic, Huang Jinshen remained calm. His gaze swept across the window, trying to use his professional expertise to find a way to escape.

The wind chimes swayed, making a jarring sound.

The monk devoured the internal organs even more frantically.

After shoving all his internal organs back into his throat with his fingers, he couldn't help but gag, almost vomiting them up again.

He forced himself to shut up, ran to the altar, and took out a skull from under the altar.

He rubbed the skull with his hand, and the skull's eyes flashed with an eerie light.

"Is it a ghost or a person?"

The mage, whose face had regained some color, suddenly looked up at the door.

With a loud bang, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.

A large figure shrouded in a black robe appeared outside the door.

A cold draft blowing in from outside almost blew out the candle.

The wind chimes hanging in the four corners of the room began to swing wildly, making an even more piercing sound.

The monk and Huang Jinshen stared intently at the figure.

Sensing the terrifying malevolent aura, the sorcerer managed to say, "I have no relation to... Huang Jinshen. Do whatever you wish."

Pulling his wife back slightly, Wong Kam-sun asked, "What grudge do you have against this friend?"

A figure walked into the house from beside the large figure blocking the doorway.

His gaze swept across the three faces, and he looked at Wong Kam-sing, a pale smile appearing on his face.

"Bobby, how have you been?"

Huang Jinshen stared intently at Li Zhen's face, asking incredulously, "Li Zhen?"

Upon seeing that face, he was immediately reminded of Detective Li.

Although he hadn't seen Li Zhen for a year, he had a deep memory of Li Zhen's pale face and would never mistake him for someone else whenever he saw him.

However, seeing Li Zhen in this situation was so shocking that he couldn't be sure that it was the terminally ill young man he had met in Southeast Asia.

It wasn't until Li Zhen greeted him that he was completely certain that the person who had suddenly appeared was indeed Li Zhen.

Hearing their conversation, the mage's right hand, which was rubbing the skull, trembled slightly. He forced a smile and said, "So it was all a misunderstanding. Well... then let's talk it over."

Li Zhen didn't look at him, but said to Huang Jinshen, "I took a taxi, but I haven't paid yet. Bobby, could you ask this lady to go downstairs and pay the fare for me?"

Upon hearing that sentence, Wong Kam-sing was both surprised and amused.

Back in Southeast Asia, Li Zhen claimed that he had lost all his belongings and then hitched a ride with him to find Master Wen Madamo.

Later, Li Zhen suddenly disappeared, and he was the one who paid the hospital bills.

Fanny glanced uneasily at Wong Kam-sing.

“He’s my friend. Go downstairs and check how much the fare is.” Huang Jinshen pushed Fanny out the door.

Fanny took a few steps forward and then looked back at Wong Kam-sing.

Wong Kam-sing nodded, encouraging her to keep moving forward.

Fanny carefully slipped past the vampire that terrified her and ran downstairs.

"A sorcerer? From Southeast Asia?" Li Zhen looked at the middle-aged man holding the skull.

The man's expression changed drastically: "Who exactly are you?"

Upon hearing Li Zhen mention "sorcerer," Huang Jinshen, who had already sensed something was amiss, changed his expression.

He was quick-witted and instantly gleaned a great deal from that statement.

Li Zhen smiled and said, "You wanted to find me, and now that I've appeared, you're asking me who I am?"

The sorcerer slammed the skull in his hand, then forcefully smashed it towards Li Zhen.

"Squeak!"

A huge black shadow flew out from behind Li Zhen, smashing the skull to pieces, and then pounced on the sorcerer.

The shadow seemed to merely brush past, and the sorcerer was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

He fell from the wall to the ground, gagging and vomiting a large amount of sticky internal organs.

Strangely, maggots were crawling on those internal organs.

"It's you...it's..."

The sorcerer vomited as he looked at the giant red-eyed bat resting on the sofa.

He looked shocked, as if he wanted to say something, but the red eyes of the red-eyed bat kept growing larger in his eyes, attracting all his attention.

(End of this chapter)