usatvline Chapter 447 [The Train] Crying
Chapter 447 [The Train] Crying
This is......
Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat. He immediately rushed to the bathroom and looked at himself in the half-broken mirror!
He looked like he had a high fever in the mirror.
His entire face was red, and on his left cheek, where he had just touched, there were several small, fingernail-sized cuts.
The skin on top was easily rubbed off and stuck to Chen Ji's palm.
He looked solemnly at his palms, and after a long while, he wiped away the burning patches of skin from his face.
The pen marks gradually faded.
But those two sentences kept echoing in Chen Ji's mind.
When you find a cockroach
[Everything you can't see is already there.]
The meaning of the fountain pen is subtle; it cannot be expressed explicitly, nor can it be written directly. It can only indirectly answer Chen Ji's question:
The biggest difference between the Creator Ghosts is perhaps...
In its area, once a ghost appears, there can never be only one.
But Chen Ji had no time to worry about that now. Chen Yuetan's worst fears had come true. The monks had already made their move, but he hadn't noticed!
It's like a slow-acting poison.
With too little information available, Chen Ji can only conclude that this is perhaps a temporary curse, and that this is just the beginning.
After thinking for a moment, he unlocked his phone and dialed Wan Xiaoshuang's number.
"Dududu..."
Half a minute later.
The call was connected.
Wan Xiaoshuang's familiar voice rang out from the other end of the phone:
"Hey."
"It's me, Chen Ji."
"What's wrong?" Wan Xiaoshuang seemed to be outside; the background noise was very loud, and a gurgling sound could be heard.
"Your A-level ability can break curses, right?" Chen Ji asked directly.
"What happened?" Wan Xiaoshuang's tone changed slightly.
"To make a long story short," Chen Ji said, "I'm being haunted by a ghost, and I need your help to sever my connection with it."
Wan Xiaoshuang remained silent for a while on the other end of the phone.
“I can’t use the pen right now,” Chen Ji explained. “Once it’s activated, the pen will go into hibernation and I won’t be able to open the Netherworld again.”
Those two lines of text set off alarm bells in his mind. He was likely to encounter many more ghosts in the future, and this was far from the most dangerous moment.
He only needs to borrow Wan Xiaoshuang's trick, and he will bear the side effects himself.
A few seconds later, Wan Xiaoshuang said:
"Row."
"how do you want to do it?"
"I'm coming to find you now," Chen Ji said. "I'm near Tianhai, it's just over an hour's drive to the city center."
“No need,” Wan Xiaoshuang said immediately. “It’s not convenient for me here.”
"I'm coming to find you. Don't move from there."
Chen Ji was taken aback and was about to stop him when the other party hung up the phone.
"...I didn't even have time to give you the address, what exactly is Wan Xiaoshuang doing?"
Chen Ji felt something was off, but without saying much, he sent over the location of Zhangzhai.
After he went outside, he briefly explained to everyone that a solution had been found for the matter.
Han Bing gave him a strange look, not expecting him to break the ghost's curse so easily.
This makes their previous worries seem silly.
But only Chen Ji knew that this was merely choosing the lesser of two evils, and Wan Xiaoshuang's A-level trick would come at a great cost.
And it doesn't really solve the root of the curse at all...
Looking at the faces of the others, Chen Ji felt a slight unease.
Before we knew it, it was evening.
The moon was setting in the west.
Chen Ji stood outside the courtyard gate, his brows furrowed.
It was already 9 p.m., and Wan Xiaoshuang still hadn't contacted him.
Although the curse spread slowly and did not cause any substantial harm, Chen Ji himself would not have felt anything unusual if he hadn't looked in the mirror.
But soon they will have to go out and look for a railway.
It is very likely that he will not be able to contact Wan Xiaoshuang again.
Gazing at the pitch-black night, Chen Ji was filled with turmoil, but just then, the ringing of the telephone broke the silence of the village.
Chen Ji immediately unlocked his phone; it was Wan Xiaoshuang!
"I have arrived."
Wan Xiaoshuang's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Chen Ji felt a sense of relief: "Where are you now?"
"Let me see... There's a bus up ahead, is that the one you drove here?"
"Correct."
"Then I'll wait for you here."
After a brief conversation, Chen Ji hung up the phone.
He glanced at his bright red hands, feeling a bit nauseous, and called Du Tingfeng to walk towards the village entrance together.
The countryside was quiet and still at night.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed.
pat.
pat.
Chen Ji was walking along when he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Du Tingfeng asked, startled.
Something feels off...
Chen Ji frowned; his heart had been pounding with anxiety ever since.
Something must have gone wrong, but he didn't realize it.
What is it?
Looking around, he suddenly felt a chill.
And it was at this moment...
A faint sobbing sound drifted through the night breeze.
Very weak.
Intermittent.
If they hadn't stopped, they wouldn't have heard a thing.
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously hid in a dilapidated courtyard by the roadside.
"Ugh..."
The crying grew clearer.
Gradually, you can tell that it's a woman's voice.
The cries were shrill and mournful, interspersed with indistinct mutterings, sounding erratic and sending chills down one's spine.
woman......
But there were only two living people in the village, an old man and a young boy, both of them men.
Therefore, there is only one possibility: the one making the crying sound... is a ghost.
The woman who went mad after her husband's death became a ghost.
The crying gradually weakened, and soon it could no longer be heard.
Instead, a strange sound of footsteps could be heard.
stab-
stab-
It sounds like something that makes your teeth ache.
It looked like someone was walking while dragging something along.
Chen Ji hid in the shadows and listened for a while. The footsteps seemed to be heading towards the village entrance along the main road.
Wan Xiaoshuang is right there!
He immediately turned his phone's light down to the lowest setting and quickly sent a message to Wan Xiaoshuang:
Don't get out of the car, just drive away.
He turned off his phone and waited silently for the engine to start—
One minute.
Two minutes.
There was silence.
Just then, Chen Ji's phone screen lit up.
It's news about Wan Xiaoshuang.
Just as Chen Ji was about to slide away, his hand suddenly stopped, and he looked sharply towards the outside of the courtyard.
The footsteps stopped.
It stopped outside the courtyard.
He immediately turned off his phone, held his breath, and a few seconds later, he heard a strange noise.
Squeak—Ah—
Chen Ji's heart raced. The ghost pushed open the courtyard gate and went straight into the small courtyard where they were hiding!
Under the moonlight, a deformed figure stood in the center of the courtyard.
It's an old woman.
With their backs almost bent at a ninety-degree angle, carrying a huge coffin on their backs, the creaking sound they heard was the sound of the coffin's bottom rubbing against the ground.
Bang!
The old woman placed the coffin heavily on the ground, then turned her head straight to look in the shadows at Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng.
Chen Ji made up his mind at that moment.
Her target was never Wan Xiaoshuang.
It was the two of them.
The old woman's wrinkled face contorted into a grimace. She opened her mouth, revealing no teeth, and wailed loudly:
"I'm exhausted!"
Almost at the same moment, the coffin door opened.
There was a corpse inside.
A corpse that should have decomposed long ago.
A corpse, just like his wife's, with its back bent at a ninety-degree angle—
He opened his eyes, his face pale, and stared intently at Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng.