Ch49 - Trust me, it will appease your grievances

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In troubled times, people’s lives are like grass mustard. Even if they were to die unjustly, not everyone could turn into fierce ghosts after death.

Xuanmen village, on the other hand, had a unique geographical positioning and was a natural Feng Shui Bureau for accumulating Yin and cultivating evil spirits. The corpse of the tragic, rich child was tossed into the well, and his soul was unable to seek reincarnation. It had been submerged for hundreds of years. Naturally, it had fulfilled all the requirements for transforming into a ferocious ghost. It ideally should have only harmed the ones who had killed it but instead, it tormented the entire Xuanmen village, making it impossible for the people to live in peace.

However, this village had a peculiar tradition for ‘sending evil spirits’.

After the dead were buried in the village, the evil spirit would not be mentioned or spoken about. Every year, a festival would be held. Paper people and horses would be sacrificed in place of the villagers, along with a large amount of blood to ‘send’ away the evil spirits that had accumulated in the village for a year, ensuring the villagers’ safety. 

Although he didn’t know exactly when this sacrificial ceremony began, it very likely happened to ‘appease’ the grievances of the little child in the well.

The villagers stayed in a small mountain village with a fierce ghost. Unexpectedly, they were able to live in peace for a good hundred years.

Time flew. It was estimated that even the oldest old man in Xuanmen village didn’t know the immoral things his ancestors had done in those years.

Dong Chaoyang had died in the same dry well and the blood and his intense resentment at the time of his death had inevitably woken the suppressed spirit of the young child in the well.

“What a pity.” Bei Quan sighed, “They are all poor people. Why make their life even more difficult?”

Strictly speaking, the young child had been nurtured in the well for more than a hundred years and was nursed day and night by Yin energy and the evil spirits of Xuanmen Village. It was clearly not an easy task, judging by its capacity to hold up such a large fragmented space.

Furthermore, Dong Chaoyang, who had been murdered recently, had a vivid memory of his terrible demise. It was at this point when the animosity reached its pinnacle.

The two souls intersected. It wasn’t only about the simple calculation that one plus one equals two. Rather it was as if the scorching oil in a hot pot collided with boiling water and exploded. Bei Quan was scared thinking about how impossible it would be to safeguard such a large number of people against the both of them. 

——So, was there a way to settle this matter peacefully?

He tilted his head, thought carefully for a moment, and then asked the one person and one skeleton lying in front of the dry well, “Do you two wish to avenge yourselves?”

Bei Quan’s question stunned them for a while. Dong Chaoyang and the pile of bones on his back didn’t expect such a question.

After what felt like a century, Dong Chaoyang’s body’s mouth moved rigidly. 

Only a loud harsh sound came from his throat but Bei Quan, Wei Fuyuan, and even several students standing in the rear also ‘heard’ Dong Chaoyang’s voice.

[Revenge.]

He asked.

[Can I really… take revenge?] 

Bei Quan looked up and smiled sincerely, “Of course. I will meet your wishes and report as you want until you are satisfied.”

As he said this, his wrist turned over and summoned the Qingguang Vientiane Brush that instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.

“Trust me, it will appease your grievances.”

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In the mountain forest at night, a man was running.

The mountain road was rugged and steep and due to the rain, it had become muddy and arduous to travel through. 

But even so, the man did not dare to stop.

Holding his cell phone as a makeshift light, he kept turning back while running and yelled, “I’m sorry! Please spare me, spare me— ”

Before he could finish the plea, the man stumbled in his steps and lost his balance, rolling down the hillside.

The man was truly unlucky. The slope here happened to be very steep. He was like a billiard ball. He broke shrubs and small trees all the way and finally rolled to the bottom of the slope. His vision swirled with tiny specks floating around and his body hurt everywhere. 

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In this way, he touched the blood on his hand and a sharp stump that directly pierced his thigh from the bottom up. 

“Ah ah ah!”

The man screamed.

“M-my legs, my legs! Help! Help me!”

He instinctively wanted to struggle, but the stake nailed him firmly to the ground, and he was in excruciating pain. 

“I was wrong! I was wrong!”

He shouted hysterically at the silent forest, “Chaoyang, I wronged you! Please forgive me!”

[Are you calling me?]

A voice sounded faintly behind the man. At the same time, he held a shimmering object in one hand and handed it close to his neck. 

The man felt his hair stand on end.

That hand was pale and cold. It was the cell phone he had lost when he rolled down the cliff just now.

“I- ”

The man uttered a mournful cry like a dying animal. 

He was wedged in one thigh by a stake and could only raise his head.

With the help of the faint light on the mobile phone screen, the man barely distinguished the outline of each other.

Standing behind him was Dong Chaoyang, his student, his cheating object, his secret lover, who should have died long ago.

“Ah! ah!!!” 

Song Qi cried hysterically.

But two hands as cold as ice clung to his throat.

Song Qi’s scream suddenly stopped.

He was like a chicken with his neck pinched. His eyes were wide open and protruding. His handsome face turned from white to red, from red to green, and finally turned into crimson purple. 

‘Crack’

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear.

Dong Chaoyang released Song Qi.

Teacher Song’s head tilted to one side and fell heavily onto the ground. 

He had a fractured cervical spine, and he couldn’t be any more dead than now.

…… ……

……

“Once isn’t enough, right?” 

Bei Quan suddenly appeared beside Dong Chaoyang.

He saw the young man lowering his head and staring at his hands, so he smiled and asked in a low voice, “Want to try another scene?”

Dong Chaoyang turned his head to look at him and moved his lips.

[How do I change?] 

Bei Quan smiled and gestured.

When Dong Chaoyang lifted his head up again, he found that he had returned to a familiar school.

“Go.”

Bei Quan pushed Dong Chaoyang’s shoulder. 

“Until you feel good.”

—————————-

Song Qi walked into the familiar corridor on the third floor of the teaching building. Somehow, he always had a nagging feeling that there were a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

Classes were going on. The whole corridor was empty except for him.

Song Qi turned back several times but didn’t see anyone.

“… It’s just my imagination.” Teacher Song murmured, “… He’s dead… he’s long gone… Don’t worry…” 

Although he comforted himself so much, his right hand clasped on his left wrist was still nervously pinching and rubbing his skin.

Song Qi walked to the stairs. As soon as he looked up, he saw a figure. Suddenly, he let out a terrified scream. “Aahhhh!”.

But then he saw that it was a simple decorative mirror pasted on the stairs. What reflected on the mirror was just his own figure.

Song Qi stopped to face himself in the mirror and breathed a long sigh of relief. 

“It was just an illusion.”

He repeated to reassure himself while looking at the mirror.

After saying that, Song Qi turned and prepared to go downstairs.

But, when he had turned his head just now, he vaguely noticed something from the corner of his eye. 

Song Qi stopped in his tracks and looked back.

This time, he was able to see it clearly.

The mirror did reflect his appearance, but the ‘he’ in the mirror maintained a straight posture, which was not in sync with his actions at all.

“! ! !” 

Song Qi made sure that he wasn’t imagining things.

His hair stood up, and cold air crawled along the back of his neck. His feet went soft and he almost knelt on the spot.

The ‘Song Qi’ in the mirror slowly turned his head.

“AH!!!” 

Song Qi shrieked and ran towards the stairs.

Because he saw that the person in the mirror clearly had a face he was extremely familiar with- Dong Chaoyang, who had been pushed down the dry well by him!

“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

Song Qi ran and shouted. 

“I didn’t mean to! Don’t kill me! Please! Don’t kill me!”

However, his appeal for mercy was of no use.

No matter how much Song Qi ran, as long as he passed anything that reflected light, whether it was a mirror, glass, a pool, or even a clean and polished ceramic tile, he could see the image of that person.

Teacher Song Qi, who was killed by him, stared at him through every reflection. No matter where he fled, he couldn’t escape this evil creature. 

“Spare me! Spare me!”

Song Qi ran out of the teaching building in a frenzy.

In the astonished eyes of other teachers and students, he shouted and ran like a mad man. He didn’t even know where he was going.

At this time, the Teacher Song’s mind was blank. He just wanted to avoid the omnipresent figure of Dong Chaoyang. 

“Squeak- !”

A sharp brake sound.

“Dong- ”

The sound of heavy objects colliding. 

Accompanied by the screams around, Song Qi bounced upwards like a ball and then flew ahead three meters before smashing into the ground.

On the back of his skull, there was a fist-size hole and blood was gushing out of the wound copiously.

In the last few moments before his consciousness faded away, Song Qi saw a faint reflection in his pool of blood, belonging to Dong Chaoyang’s face.

…… …… 

……

“What do you think?”

Bei Quan asked some customers for feedback.

[Boring…] 

Around him stood a translucent figure, the soul of Dong Chaoyang.

The young man glanced at the body of his teacher lying in the middle of the road, and the emotions running through his eyes were very complex.

The despair, pain and unwillingness in the face of a brutal death were still deeply engraved in his three souls but the feeling of vengeance was far from satisfying as he imagined.

[It’s boring…] 

Dong Chaoyang said again.

Bei Quan smiled.

He comforted his heart, “It’s going to be alright. Seems like my plan has worked. No, I can save all of them.”

“Then, do you wish to continue?” 

He asked Dong Chaoyang.

[No…]

Dong Chaoyang shook his head slowly.

[I’m tired of…] 

He understood that this kind of scum was not worth it.

So, Dong Chaoyang replied,

[I don’t want to see that man ever again.]