Chapter 12: The Family That Takes Care of All the Villains (6) “Let me try…
The moment Si Ling crushed Julian's heart, even the ghosts in the villa heard Julian's last scream.
Si Ling threw the remains of the heart aside in disgust, his body turned into a shadow, and the blood plasma on his hands fell off completely in an instant, splashing into a pool on the ground.
Tomorrow morning, the police will arrive to clean up this bloody crime scene. Si Ling guessed that they would be extremely puzzled by the cause of Julian's death for a long time, and ultimately they could only blame it on something like a wild animal attack.
In the cemetery, John and Henrik were so frightened that they felt weak all over. After Julian ran away, they sat back to back on the ground, shivering.
Until I heard Julian's screams.
"Julian!" Henrik jumped up. He looked in the direction of the scream, but all he saw was thick fog. In the night, the fog seemed to obscure the sky and earth. Henrik felt as if he were trapped in a sealed jar, feeling suffocated and unable to breathe.
"Something happened...something happened to Julian!" Henrik muttered to himself nervously.
John struggled to get up from the ground. His mind was already confused and he had no idea what to do. The horrific experience he had just had made him afraid to walk around in the thick fog.
The two brothers were anxious and at a loss. Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the cemetery. It was just a breeze at first, but it soon became stronger and the thick fog was blown away. The surrounding cemetery, the grass and branches on the ground, the forest in the distance, the street lights, and the villa opposite were all clearly visible.
John and Henrik's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and Henrik immediately headed towards the Black Forest: "Quick, let's go see what happened to Julian!"
"Wait!" John grabbed his wrist.
"What?" Henrik turned away and John fell silent.
He hoped Julian was alright, but he didn't want to set foot in that forest, where he didn't know what was hiding. John thought for a moment, then looked at Henrik seriously. "This place is too dangerous. The sooner we get out, the better. So we need to be efficient. So, how about this—you go check on Julian, and I'll get the police."
He wasn't lying, John thought to himself.
He did see a police booth on the way to the villa. It was only a few hundred meters away, so it was easy to find people.
John had convinced himself well. Henrik was terrified at the thought of going into the Black Forest alone, but John's words made sense, and he also hoped to escape from this haunted place as soon as possible.
So Henrik mustered up all his strength and nodded, "Okay, then..." He wanted to say, "See you at the villa," but the moment his peripheral vision caught sight of the villa, he backtracked and could only say, "See you on the roadside."
"Okay." Seeing that he agreed, John smiled slightly, patted Henrik on the shoulder and turned to leave.
A few dozen meters away, Si Ling and A Zhui were both suspended in the air in their normal spiritual state, visible only to ghosts, and they had a clear view of John and Henrik's movements.
Ah Zhui stared at Henrik as he walked towards the Black Forest, eager to try: "Let me give it a try... I have an idea!"
"Pfft..." Si Ling laughed out loud and looked at Ah Zhui with amusement, "You call this 'inspiration'?" Then she nodded, "Go ahead, if you can't solve it, just call me."
Ah Zhui took a deep breath and floated quietly behind Henryk.
She deliberately forced out a wave of Yin Qi, and Henrik felt a chill. He turned back suddenly, but everything behind him was normal. Ah Zhui chuckled, and when he turned around and continued walking, the Yin Qi attacked him again from behind.
Henrik didn't dare to let his guard down. He turned around again and again, but he didn't see anything. But he began to panic and hurried to the Black Forest to look for Julian.
As Azhu stepped into the Black Forest, he transformed.
Her cultivation was far inferior to Si Ling's, and she couldn't switch between men, women, young and old at will, so she chose the one she was best at, and transformed herself into a girl of fifteen or sixteen, wearing a white dress, and floated silently past Henrik.
Henrik turned around suddenly again, but still couldn't see anything clearly. Only the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Azhu's shadow passing by, and his hair stood on end.
A Zhui clearly remembered what Si Ling said: Sometimes if you only let them feel your presence and don't let them see you clearly, they will be more afraid.
——When Si Ling was only a few thousand years old as a ghost, she often used this trick to scare the hundreds-year-old ghosts who tried to provoke her.
Later, this trick became less and less useful because the Yin energy in her body was too heavy. As long as she did not deliberately suppress this Yin energy, even if she only released a little bit, the little ghosts would sense her presence and flee in all directions as if facing a natural enemy. Her life became much easier.
Now, Azhu is following suit.
As Henrik opened his eyes wide, trying to grasp the source of danger, he saw footprints appearing in the thick grass on the ground.
...Footprints appeared one by one, stretching from far to far. Besides seeing the footprints, he could also hear the soft sound of footsteps on grass, clearly something was approaching.
When he was still two or three meters away, Henrik ran as fast as he could, deep into the woods. "Don't follow me!" he yelled. "Don't follow me!"
SAN value -10%.
The sharp sound of the wind blew up the grass and followed Henryk into the forest.
A girl's soft voice sang a ballad on the wind①:
Ein Mnnlein steht im Walde Ganz still und stumm,
(There was a little baby standing in the woods,)
Es hat von lauter Purpur Ein Mntlein um.
(It was wearing a large purple cloak.)
Sagt, wer mag das Mnnlein sein,
(Guess who the doll is.)
Das da steht im Wald allein Mit dem purpurroten Mntelein
(Wearing a large purple cloak.)
The singing voice is ethereal and quiet, with a hint of desolate hoarseness.
This is a German ballad that was born two centuries ago and is not unfamiliar to Henrik.
But in this atmosphere, the appearance of this ballad made Henrik feel cold all over.
He couldn't help but imagine that a mysterious little baby appeared in the forest, staring at him quietly.
In this kind of imagination, he felt for the first time that dolls were such a strange thing! A face that looked like a human but with overly stiff lines, abnormally round eyes, and a blank gaze...
He couldn't help but think of those paper figures again. Their weird smiles overlapped with the smiles of the imaginary dolls, which aroused a chill in Henryk's heart.
A Zhui saw that Henryk's SAN value dropped by another 10%.
This is a huge encouragement for Azhu!
She had always been at the bottom of the heap among high-level ghosts. As a jade pendant, she was inherently beautiful, and her appearance after cultivating into a demon was too graceful. Furthermore, she wasn't good at transforming into a ferocious, menacing form, so the impact of her sudden charge was mediocre. Surrounded by bloody and violent creatures like zombies and werewolves, she had no advantage at all.
Now she realized that she could scare people even without showing up!
The feeling of having her shortcomings suddenly made up for made Ah Zhui feel refreshed. A few seconds later, she used the "Versatile Clothes" given by Mammon to transform into a large purple-red cloak, and appeared a few steps away from Henrik, with his back to her calmly.
"Ahhhh!!!" God knows how much stimulation this girl who suddenly appeared with the song caused to Henrik.
Ah Zhu heard Si Ling's laughter coming from the sound transmission note: "Mirror it."
Mirror?
A Zhui understood immediately!
She floated over with her back to Henrik, flipped her right hand, made a hand gesture, and launched herself towards Henrik. Henrik was about to run away when he felt something crawling up his calf. Looking down, he saw a jade-like vine extending from the ground, tightly encircling his calf.
"Uncle Henrik—" Ah Zhui said in a very thin voice, "I'm Cynthia, uncle, don't you remember me?"
"Cynthia?!" Henrik stared at her in horror.
Cynthia was John and Hannah's youngest daughter, Elliott's little sister, and she was just over a year old. Henrik was very familiar with her age, because he eagerly anticipated every day that Cynthia would grow up - five or six years old, or at least three or four years old, when she would become "interesting."
He had even imagined what kind of "game" he would play with Cynthia at her fifth birthday party, but now, facing the girl in the purple cloak, Henrik began to doubt himself strangely.
How old is Cynthia? One year old? Fifteen or sixteen?
Is she still alive? Or dead? No, no, no...it was her brother Elliot who died...no, is she really still alive?
How did she know... How did she know his intentions towards her?!
If you have done so many bad things, it is hard not to be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.
Henryk, his heart in turmoil, leaned over and fiercely hacked at the jade vine at his feet. The ghost was still approaching. When she was close enough, he heard a sweet laugh: "Oh, dear uncle, let me help you!"
"No, no, no, no..." Henryk shook his head in horror and refused repeatedly.
But the purple-cloaked ghost with her back to him still turned around inch by inch under his terrified gaze. When she turned around completely, Henrik saw...
Or a purple cloak with its back facing him.
"Ah——!" Henrik got goosebumps all over his body.
SAN value -10%.
The jade vine disappeared at the right moment, and Henrik ran away. Ah Zhu made a gesture with his right hand: "Yin candle locks Yang, green talisman draws a prison!" He threw the cemetery illusion box in his left hand casually and gave Henrik a luxurious package.
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Henrik didn't know how he ended up in another cemetery.
This cemetery suddenly appeared in the woods. It seemed to be very old, with old tombstones leaning here and there.
Henrik knew something was wrong and wanted to run away in a hurry, but the scary purple-red cloak appeared in front of him again.
He quickly turned around and just as he looked up, the purple-red cloak reappeared.
No matter how he turned, she was always there.
"Uncle, I'm Cynthia—" A ghostly voice lingered around him, "Don't you like me?"
He only saw a ghost, but the sound made him feel that there were countless ghosts surrounding him, silently sucking his soul.
SAN value -20%.
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【Notes】
①The ballad is not original. It is actually a German ballad that has existed since the 19th century. It is called "Ein Mnnlein steht im Walde" and it is actually quite nice...
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