C145 — [6.11– Strange Tales of Fengjia Town]
by UntamedSThe fog in the town was getting wetter and colder.
The sky was dense and dark; looking out from the interior of the town, the whole sky was covered in a thick gray-white fog, and the buildings lined up in the town were also hidden in the fog, making it look particularly old and gloomy.
It was the morning, which should be the most active time for the people of Fengjia Town, but there were very few people on the streets.
The abnormal foggy weather of the last few days had finally made the townspeople fearful, and they didn’t dare to go out any more.
In particular, many people had seen that in the dense fog, some strange slender ghosts often appeared; they were like people yet they weren’t; it was as if they were long-buried vengeful souls from the underground of a small town that were revived and were now seeking their lives, which was chilling to look at.
Not to mention that there were a lot of paranormal events that couldn’t be explained by science.
For example, other people’s breathing sounds in a room, heavy footsteps in the attic, and even feeling someone standing shoulder to shoulder on the road with no one around.
Even the Feng family ancestral hall, which used to be the most authoritative, was closed and suffered a great disaster. It was said that in just two or three days, coffins had been placed all over the Feng family’s courtyard, and an unknown number of clan elders had died.
The town, which was already feudal and closed, was like a ghost town about to fall into a quagmire, scaring the people into a state of panic.
The townspeople, who were already extremely superstitious, became more and more neurotic, thinking that they must not have been pious enough in their sacrifices to the gods in the past, which led to such a result.
They became more and more obsessed with praying to the gods, and as if they were grasping for a lifeline, they looked to their beliefs for help, becoming even more devout and fervent than ever before.
As a result, the church under Jiu Shu’s command had many more believers who used to believe in other gods and monsters.
Thus, in this atmosphere of ignorance, which was alien to modern society, the incense from the rituals in Fengjia Town brought in a misty, pungent odor, splashing the twisted fears and fanatical beliefs of the mortals into a thick fog.
Nourishing more and more bizarre things where no one knew.
“It’s the ghost; it’s the ghost! Everywhere are its eyes, its arms.”
In the mist, someone was running around madly and carelessly; it was the bearded man who had disappeared from the church.
Bloo-d continued to ooze from the bearded man’s stitched eyelids and mouth.
As he ran, he continued to stitch up his wounds that kept tearing up due to his shouting; the scene was bizarre to the extreme.
“Run, run, run! Don’t look at it! Don’t look at it, hahahaha.”
The voice gradually faded away, and in the mist, the staggering figure of the bearded man and his insane screams were creepy to watch.
The bearded man was also one of the recent bizarre incidents in Fengjia Town.
Inexplicably, he went crazy, and his mouth netted out some borderline creepy words, which chilled people to the bones.
And just after the bearded man ran away.
There was a vague movement coming from the dilapidated house by the roadside.
At a closer look, it was a bald old man, who was disliked and hated by the dogs and people in the town, who was grasping the window and looking hard at the direction where the bearded man left.
It was as if he were extremely reluctant to let go of the bearded man.
At this time his hands were holding a slightly outdated mobile phone; the screen already had many cracks, but the camera aimed at the window outside the heavy mist.
Apparently it had just been recording Bearded Man’s every move.
“Family, this is the current state of affairs here lately; see for yourselves; I’m not lying to you!”
The bald old man revealed a fawning smile to the camera.
After seeing the gift special effects appear in the live broadcast room, he even laughed, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth.
As an old bachelor with a family of four, the income from the live broadcast in the past two days was something he couldn’t even think of before.
Looking at the increasing audience popularity on the screen, the old man couldn’t help but regret that he hadn’t started live broadcasting earlier.
He felt that he was a live broadcasting genius, and if he had gone live earlier, he would have definitely made a lot more money.
There would have been no chance of not being able to get a wife and enduring the gossip in the town for so long.
In the feudal and backward Fengjia town, before the founding of the country, they could still rely on k-illing passing merchants and blocking the road to rob and other businesses to make a living, but now, with the development of the times, the Fengjia town, which could no longer rob families, had become more and more impoverished and unable to keep up with the times.
After the young people in the town left, there were some bachelor men left who couldn’t get married.
They had no belongings, their homes were empty, no one cared if they lived or died, and the shrine in charge treated them as if they didn’t exist.
In the past, people like them could more or less get a wife if they squeezed some money out, and they’d live a good life, but now they were so poor that even trying to buy a wife had become a luxury.
The old man was originally one of them; he stayed in the town without ambition; he just ate and waited for death, ready to die alone.
However, he never thought that recently, Fengjia Town suddenly gained some fame on the Internet and became a strange story on the Internet recently.
Speaking of this strange story, the old man’s palms got sweaty, and he was a bit scared.
It was said that initially a little famous ghost detector anchorwoman came to Fengjia town to do live broadcast. As a result, after entering the Fengjia town primary school, some strange things appeared on the live broadcast screen; the anchorwoman and her companion got scared and fled from the school.
Later, the female anchor named Ai Lan entered the church to avoid the strange things, but unexpectedly changed her expression after a short video. In front of tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room, she was suspected to have been possessed by a ghost, and the scene was truly eerie.
As a result, this video quickly became popular on the internet, at least among the group of paranormal enthusiasts who were aware of it.
The old man watched as the audience in the live broadcast room kept mentioning the ghost live event; recalling the horror he felt when he saw the replay of the live broadcast, he felt a chill in his back.
As a member of Fengjia Town, he naturally believed in gods and ghosts, and although he hadn’t seen ghosts with his own eyes, he still had an innate fear of them.
If it weren’t for the fact that live streaming was too profitable, he wouldn’t have participated; after all, it was a suspected fierce ghost.
In fact, Fengjia Town had long had rules that didn’t allow townspeople to post things about the town on the Internet for fear of attracting attention from the outside world.
But the old man didn’t care; anyway, he was already almost out of food; how could he care about the ancestral rules?
Besides, with the current situation of the Ancestral Hall being pressed by the church’s side lately, there were already a lot of people in the town who were starting to act foolishly and disobey the Ancestral Hall.
He was merely going along with the trend.
In the old man’s opinion, the Feng family ancestral hall, as the main vein of Fengjia Town, had taken all the benefits. It was reasonable for him to live stream and earn some money as compensation from the ancestral hall.
The only thing that made him fearful was the fierce ghost that appeared in the strange talk.
It would be disastrous if it came to his door.
He only hoped that it was just a made-up story and not a real ghost.
That was all the old man could do to reassure himself.
However, if he thought about it carefully, it seemed that from the day the anchorwoman had an accident, Fengjia Town had been shrouded in a thick fog. Did this mean that all the weird phenomena in Fengjia Town lately, ah, had something to do with the ghost attracted by the anchorwoman?
As a town person who believed in the Earth Bodhisattva, the old man could recite the doctrinal reading book; although he had accomplished nothing, he still knew quite a lot about ghosts and gods.
However, he had never seen a real ghost before, and at this moment, he was also in disbelief.
If this was really the case, then this fierce ghost must be a vengeful and terrifying demon. Once they started k-illing, the entire town wouldn’t be able to escape.
As the saying went, the ferociousness of ghosts bred ghost domains.
Anyone who appeared in the ghost domain would die without a chance of survival.
If it was really like the doctrine of the Earth Bodhisattva’s teaching about ghosts and gods, the ferocious ghost that was able to change the signs of the heavens would inevitably breed ghost domains.
Once an ordinary human was caught up in it, he or she would have many grudges and hatred out of thin air, unable to see through the obstacles, like the ghost was covering his or her eyes, and they’d be at the mercy of the ghost, becoming the nourishment for its ghost domain.
At this thought, the old man subconsciously began to re-observe everything around him. Suddenly, as if in a trance, he felt that Fengjia Town, which was blocked by fog from the outside world, was a gradually falling ghost city.
Where he couldn’t see, the horrible ghost was eerily watching every human being in the ghost area, waiting for people to be driven crazy in this horrible ghost area, die in pain and despair and become the rations of the ghosts.
Souls that would never be born again.
Thinking about it, the old man scared himself into a cold sweat, and it took him a while to get over it.
He kept reassuring himself that he must be overthinking.
How could it really be a ghost town?
That was the most terrifying ghost that Bodhisattvas mentioned, capable of k-illing all living people, leaving corpses scattered everywhere and bloo-d flowing everywhere, creating a hell on earth. It could also lay down its butcher’s knife and become a Buddha, transforming the ghost realm into a Buddhist kingdom on earth.
Such a fierce ghost could be called a ghost king, and it may not appear for thousands of years. It had the potential for becoming a Buddha in the eyes of Bodhisattvas and also a nightmare in the eyes of ordinary people.
Their Fengjia Town was just a small village; how could they possibly give birth to this kind of fierce ghost?
Moreover, if there was really such a ghost, they should have been ki-lled a long time ago; why wait until now?
Thinking like this, the old man finally calmed down.
He concluded that he was probably suffocated at home by this foggy weather; when the fog cleared up, he’d take the money from the live broadcast and go out for a walk.
And in the midst of the old man’s terrifying thoughts, comments were constantly refreshing in the live broadcast room.
[Old man, can you go out and shoot? It’s too blurry through the glass. Look at how your glass looks.]
[This old man is pretending, there is no ghost; it’s just a foggy day].
[That’s right, I don’t know which marketing genius designed it; an ordinary live broadcast was designed to be such a hit; there are still so many fools that believe…]
[Don’t be so nonchalant. If there is really a ghost, you won’t have time to regret it. It’s better to believe in its existence than to believe in its absence.]
[I just want to see the priest again; when will the priest come out?]
[Anchor, don’t turn the camera on yourself; we don’t want to see your ugly face.]
The comments in the live broadcast room kept brushing past the screen, making a lot of noise in the silent room.
The old man who came back to his senses was too late to reply before the comment had already passed.
Seeing this, he didn’t know what to do about it and could only force himself to pay attention and smile at the screen to maintain the popularity of the live room.
But the popularity was still dropping.
Without the novelty hook, the unchanging foggy scenery on the streets had already made the audience lose interest.
Just as the live broadcast room was becoming more and more boring, the old man suddenly heard movement coming from outside the house.
He raised his eyes and found a young man dressed in a priest’s robe, and it was clearly the Father Jiu Shu, who had recently become a popular figure in Fengjia Town.
The old man quickly pointed his camera at the street outside the window, and the tall and thin figure of the black-haired youth appeared in the live feed.
The fair-complexioned priest didn’t notice the old man’s observation in the shadows, walking slowly through the fog.
Under the thick fog barrier, his figure could only be seen vaguely.
Everything looked sparse and normal.
Only the old man knew that the comments in his live broadcast room began to explode the moment the priest appeared.
Seeing this, the old man’s emotions instantly rose; he was overjoyed.
However, before he could be happy for long, the expression on his face suddenly stiffened.
Was it his illusion? It felt as if there was something following behind that priest.
The old man looked at the handsome priest in the mobile phone’s camera and then raised his head to look at the priest in reality.
In contrast, in the mobile phone camera, there seemed to be a strange shadow looming on the side of the priest.
It was impossible to see exactly what it looked like, only that the shadow was extremely close to the priest.
So close that it seemed as if it would bite off the priest’s head in the next second.
It was like the slender ghostly shadows that had recently appeared in the mist, but intuition told the old man that it wasn’t; it was something even more terrifying.
Gulp-
The old man gulped, his protruding eyes staring fixedly at the priest on the street as his face paled.
[It’s good that the priest is fine; that video before was too scary; I thought something had happened to the priest!]
[Anchor, can you do it? Quickly go out and strike up a conversation with the priest; you don’t really think that your trick of pretending to see a ghost is as attractive as the priest, right?]
The crowd in the live studio didn’t seem to notice that something was wrong; they were still commenting the priest’s name, not realizing that the old man’s face had turned as white as paper and his fingers were shaking like chaff.
[The camera is so shaky, ah, can’t you place the phone on the windowsill? It’s too fu-cking annoying; I can’t see anything!]
The live broadcast room was full of viewers constantly complaining, but the old man, who was originally fawning and trying to please them, could no longer care about them.
“Ghost, ghost, there’s a ghost.”
The old man’s trembling voice was as thin as a mosquito nag, and if it wasn’t for the proximity of the mobile phone, it was almost not included.
And after hearing the voice, the comments in the live broadcast couldn’t help but stop for a moment, and then began to refresh even faster, inquiring as to what set-up the old man was playing again.
[Wasn’t he already saying that there were ghosts? Why did it start again?]
The old man sitting next to the window sill stiffened, his pupils dilated, he looked at the priest’s fading figure in his mobile phone, his face as white as paper, and only after a long time did he squeeze out a few words from his throat.
“Shoulder—his shoulder!”
Upon hearing this, the crowd in the live broadcast room subconsciously placed their eyes on the priest’s shoulder through the shaky camera.
It seemed like there was nothing.
But they didn’t know whether it was an illusion or not, but the crowd seemed to see a trace of something meandering and swimming behind the priest, and the mist floated with it.
But the trace was fleeting, so they just thought it was an illusion and didn’t take it seriously.
Unlike them, the old man, however, seemed as if he had actually seen something unbelievable or terrifying, his throat dry and hoarse as he let out an airy sound, seemingly unable to breathe.
“Hands, so many hands—why-ah!!!”
The shaking of the camera became even more violent; witnessing something he shouldn’t have seen, the old man’s spirit was so shaken that he trembled, and his pupils seemed to reflect the arms wrapped around the young priest.
Pale and thin female arms, bronze-colored robust arms, enveloped the youth’s side like an embrace, but somehow only vaguely enveloping, not daring to get further close to the priest’s body, as if in fear of being discovered.
Fierce ghost, it was a fierce ghost!
Looking at the horrifyingly huge body of the ghost with the extremely horrifying ghost aura, the old man’s intuition told him that this might be the source of the mist, the brutal and murderous ghost.
But why didn’t he ki-ll the priest? Why did it haunt him?
Before he could think of an answer, the next moment, a pair of cold vertical pupils in the distance seemed to glance at him.
Full of k-illing intent and tyranny that made one cold to the bone marrow, it was the most common emotion of a fierce ghost and it was enough to break the spirit of anyone who locked eyes with it.
The old man instantly clutched his head and screamed, shrinking in the corner of the wall in a state of insanity, constantly muttering, “Why? I don’t know, why? I don’t know…”
The viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned by this scene, not knowing exactly what was happening, only finding it bizarre to the extreme.
The live broadcast continued; the broken footage was just enough to record the old man in it.
The viewers just watched the madman go crazy for a long time, during which many left, and there were also those who kept watching, trying to figure out what was going on from the old man’s crazy words, but they were never able to figure it out.
All that could be heard were more strange words in his later mumblings.
“It likes? No, it hates, it wants to k-ill, and no… likes… it likes… ”
The old man seemed to discern in the unnameable fierce ghost’s emotions that even the ghost itself didn’t know, and then again, he seemed to be just babbling.
On the other side of the street, as if sensing something, Jiu Shu stopped and glanced back in the direction of the old man for a moment before averting his eyes.
He continued on his way, rubbing his somewhat sore shoulders from time to time.
It seemed normal in the mist.
When Jiu Shu looked around, he could only see white; it looked like a perfectly normal foggy day, but Jiu Shu knew it wasn’t.
At least for ordinary humans, this fog wasn’t simple.
It had been almost an hour since they had come out of the church, and Jiu Shu was a little tired after having wandered most of the town, so he sat down on a curb chair and rested his chin on his palm as he stared out at the empty streets.
Now that the two objects of discipline had come together, the situation wasn’t too well resolved.
Although he had just convinced the object of discipline to stop engaging in self-division, in this world, he had returned to his old ways…
Perhaps the systems were causing trouble again, and that was why it had become what it was now.
Jiu Shu sighed as he found an excuse for the object of discipline.
And compared to before, this world’s object of discipline’s personality was even more twisted and paranoid; both of them were like that, making it slightly difficult to deal with.
Jiu Shu contemplated the solution, his beautiful eyes half-narrowed; he seemed a little cold, so cold that it seemed like it was yesterday all over again.
He still seemed angry.
The ghost looked at the priest sitting in the chair and thought so, but it felt a throbbing, depressing pain in its heart.
But it had obviously lost its heart a long time ago.
No, no, what it had was the heart of this body it had snatched.
Now that it thought about it, it seemed that from the time it took over Gu Yin’s body, it had become strange.
It even began to care about the thoughts of a mere human and felt like the sky was falling just because of his cold expression.
It was obviously determined to grind this human down so that Gu Yin would completely collapse, but it ended up shrinking in a corner and it didn’t move for the night, and just now it even followed him the whole way cautiously, not even daring to touch him.
Recalling what it had done in the past two days, the expression of the fierce ghost slowly sank, restoring some of the ferocious and violent aura that fierce ghosts should have.
That shouldn’t be an emotion that belonged to it; it was definitely Gu Yin at work.
That’s right, it definitely was!
It only wanted to treat this human as a plaything; how could it have gotten into this ridiculous state of being played with by a human?
There was only one possibility, Gu Yin.
It wasn’t trash like Gu Yin, who was stupid enough to fall in love with a human; there was no way it would fall for him!
It was all Gu Yin’s fault!
[It’s you, isn’t it, Gu Yin? You punk who can only pull this kind of petty tricks!]
Gu Yin, who was suppressed in his shell, looked at the ghost gloomily without uttering a word.
Since last night he had also become much more silent, no longer having the previous look of being irritated by the ghost to the point of near madness.
But perhaps this silent look was the manifestation of madness to the extreme.
Seeing the situation, the ghost tilted his head; its cold and blo-odthirsty eyes had no ripples; only the corners of its mouth revealed a seemingly childish smile, as if it were going to play a game with Gu Yin.
The wide smile looked particularly hideous on the blo-odless face of the ghost.
[Looks like you’re the one who isn’t desperate enough; the priest doesn’t hate you enough, ho ho ho.]
[Let me give you a hand!]
Let the priest completely loathe Gu Yin; let Gu Yin completely lose the possibility of being liked again by the priest.
And then he’d die completely.
The ghost’s voice caused Gu Yin’s numb eyes to move, seemingly realizing something, he looked towards Jiu Shu.
Bang-!!!
The sound of a chair being viciously smashed came. Gu Yin saw that the priest was stunned for a moment; his beautifully discerning eyes slowly widened, his pupils reflecting the ugly face full of stitches that originally belonged to Gu Yin.
Ugly pale fingers tugged at the priest’s clean collar, actually dragging the priest in front of it in an extremely nasty and insulting gesture, with his toes not being able to get next to the ground.
“Ho ho ho!”
Hissing—the fierce ghost hissed and let out hoarse and horrible laughter, as if it wanted to let out some harsh words and use unpleasant swear words to humiliate the human in front of it.
But after two seconds of silence, the ghost failed to say anything, only pulling the corners of its mouth out of habit, its smile as ghastly as when it took revenge in its last life.
It was waiting for Jiu Shu to show an expression of fear and cowardice like those humans in its previous life.
It would be delicious.
Delicious enough that it could imagine the spine-tingling euphoria.
“Didn’t I tell you not to like me last time? Seeing as you still seem to like me, the command I said before doesn’t seem to be working too well for you~”
Looking at the fierce ghost in front of him, who seemed to be threatening and complacent, Jiu Shu was somewhat speechless. “……”
“It can’t be that you still don’t know that you’re under a love compulsion?!”
“How about unlocking it for you?”
After unraveling the love compulsion, the ghost dared to be sure that the priest would never fall in love with a low self-esteem and cowardly waste like Gu Yin, who could only use love compulsion to control his beloved like a gutter rat.
As for whether the unraveling would be accompanied by a dislike for it after being untied, it didn’t even think about this situation. He was just a plaything, and it wouldn’t care what a plaything thought. When it completely occupied this body, it would no longer lose control due to the emotions left by Gu Yin.
This human would no longer be able to escape from the palm of its hand.
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