"Do you think Wei Xian would really believe it?"
In the dormitory, Guo Guotou stared at the door with his chin down and asked with some concern.
"If a person can stubbornly fall into the same pit twice, she will most likely fall into it a third time."
Tang Xin Jue said.
From experience, Wei Xian had no resistance to this kind of verbal temptation, otherwise he would not have become the first victim of the fortune-changing technique.
"In comparison, what we need to worry about more is whether Wei Xian can persuade her master." After all, the other party is the cunning liar.
Listening to Tang Xin Jue's analysis, Zhang You drew a bunch of logical lines on the paper, his brows still furrowed as he sighed, "I'm really not good at reading people's minds. Xin Jue, do you think the success rate is high?"
Tang Xinjue seemed relatively relaxed, and was even concentrating on experimenting with filling the toilet plunger with water in front of the sink, but the rubber head angrily spat it out.
"If we pretend to be Wei Xian and negotiate, our imitation won't be perfect and will only arouse suspicion. This is best done by the real Wei Xian to maximize the success rate. Of course, even if we fail, it doesn't mean there are no other solutions."
Fortunately, things developed as expected. Half a day later, Jin Wen sent a message:
——Success comes quickly.
In dormitory 612, Wei Xian stared at the screen of his mobile phone, as if there were some monsters inside.
The master's warnings and scoldings were still ringing in her ears, but an even stronger desire for quick success overwhelmed her reason and fear of the master, prompting her to make up an urgent excuse and then click the video button.
The moment the connection request, which had been waiting for a long time, was finally connected, a fat, big-eared man appeared on the other side of the screen, his brows glaring fiercely: "What's going on..."
A trace of fear finally appeared on Wei Xian's dazed face. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly a familiar voice rang in her ears, making her heart tighten:
"Since I'm looking for you, it must be something important."
Several people turned their heads suddenly and found that Jin Wen had quietly opened the door without them knowing. The people from the next dormitory had already rushed in one after another, and the person standing next to her was Tang Xinjue.
Wei Xian was shocked: "You guys!"
Before she could finish her next words, her hands were empty and the phone was in the other person's hands.
The obese man on the screen was stunned for a second. When he saw Tang Xinjue's smiling face, he was about to shout angrily, but before he could finish his words, he realized that something was wrong and immediately reached out to turn off the video.
Pop.
The man's hands froze in the air.
The next moment, a pig-slaughtering howl came from his distorted face. He ignored the phone on the table and tore the rubber object off his face with his hands.
The dormitory was also silent.
Everyone watched with their own eyes as Tang Xinjue pulled out a toilet plunger from somewhere, and then watched it pass through the phone screen and directly hit the fat man's furious face.
Through, over, a phone screen?
[Shuttle: There is no medium that I cannot penetrate. If there is, please continue to upgrade.]
[From now on, in all horror movies, the thing crawling out of the screen might not be a ghost hand, but a toilet plunger.]
The suction of the toilet plunger was too strong for the obese man to break free easily. He struggled several times but failed. He immediately asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Tang Xin Jue's hands were as steady as a rock, and he said gently, "You should be the one answering this question. What good can you gain from using the so-called luck-transfer technique to harm students?"
At the mention of the fortune-transfer technique, the obese man calmed down and spoke in a muffled voice, "It was my fault. I didn't anticipate such a capable fellow Daoist would be here. Since we're all from the same sect, why don't we just dispel the illusion and talk peacefully? Why bother with such a heated argument?"
After automatically understanding the toilet plunger as an illusion, the obese man felt a lot more relaxed.
Tang Xin Jue smiled and said, "If you still want your head, it's better not to waste your time."
With that, a stream of water spurted out of the toilet plunger, and the man was caught off guard by the inhalation of water into his nose. His entire face flushed red from the choking, and he immediately thrashed around like a fish on a chopping board. "Don't do it! If you kill me, no one will know how to break the Yellow Talisman Death Curse!"
Yellow Talisman Death Curse?
Tang Xinjue blinked: "It was taken directly from the door and burned."
The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed nervously, "Then you are all doomed. They will haunt you forever, ahem... those, those souls who died in the curse before..."
Tang Xin Jue: "But as far as I know, the Yellow Talisman Curse has no solution."
"That's because you're not skilled enough!" the man sneered. "All you need to do is follow a specific hexagram formation and find eight young men and women born during the Yin hour, and then you can pass the curse down layer by layer. The Yellow Talisman Death Curse is my masterpiece. Once they're all dead, their souls will be mine to control... Ahhhh!"
The suction on his face became deeper, and a chilling chill penetrated his bones, reminding him of his current situation.
The man paused, then changed his tone to flattering, "But it doesn't matter if you burn it. I have another way. As long as you mix your own blood with red soil and pour it on the place where the yellow paper bag was, you can confuse the evil spirit and prolong your life..."
Guo Guo suddenly said: "He is lying!"
Fat man: "..."
Tang Xin Jue: "Toilet plunger, eat."
The rubber head made a "big chewing" motion as if it were really eating, but it failed to actually eat the obese man, causing the man to cry out in agony: "I'm telling you! I'm telling you the truth!"
"The truth is, the truth is..." The fat man pursed his lips. "In the later stages, the curse will prevent you from moving ten meters away, the red mark on your neck will not fade, and you cannot respond to anyone behind you... There is no way to break the death curse, and you can only survive! But since you have already burned the yellow paper, your death is coming-"
Amid the man's crazy laughter, the toilet plunger was suddenly pulled out from his head. Just as he opened his eyes in dizziness, a yellow paper bag spit out of the rubber head.
The man who was hit in the face by the yellow paper bag: "..."
Tang Xin Jue: "As you said, since you are so eager to sacrifice others, it means you are also trying to transfer your own curse. The Yellow Talisman Death Curse is just a medium to spread the curse on you. If we are not mistaken, the origin of this curse should be related to the headless ghost, right?"
The fat man's lips trembled: "You, you can't do this, this must be fake, this must be an illusion!"
Tang Xin Jue remained unmoved, speaking clearly, "You're right. The curse is irreversible, but it can be spread. From now on, you don't have to hide anymore, fearing that the curse will catch you again."
As the other party's terrified eyes widened, Tang Xinjue's smile deepened:
"Congratulations, you have a good life, blessings will come soon."
After the video was closed, Tang Xinjue pulled out the toilet plunger, revealing only scattered hairs inside. The rubber strip exhaled, indicating that he had done his best.
At least at this point in the movie, this "master" is still alive and cannot be devoured directly.
The dormitory was extremely quiet. Wei Xian and the others were stunned, seemingly unable to react to what had just happened.
Isn't the yellow paper fortune-transfer spell a spell for improving luck? How did it become a yellow talisman death curse in the fat man's mouth?
Aren't they about to receive blessings? Why are they saying their death is near?
The brain, which had been deeply corroded, could not bear such thinking. The two roommates Cao Rou and Zhou Xing fainted one after another. Only Wei Xian was dazed for a while, covered his head and screamed, then rushed out of the dormitory and disappeared.
Jin Wen also turned pale. She leaned back in her chair and remained silent for a while. She raised her head and managed to pull up the corners of her mouth: "We should be, really hopeless."
Although this premonition had already occupied the depths of her mind before she got the answer, when everything was exposed before her eyes, in addition to sadness and despair, Jin Wen also felt a sense of inexplicable relief.
At least this time, she knew in advance who had murdered her, and wouldn't be tormented by the endless fear of the unknown. Her only major regret was not being able to witness the culprit's revenge.
But at least, the backlash was not late.
"Thank you."
When she looked up again, Jin Wen was already in tears. This time, she made no effort to hide her tears, and the scars on her neck were oozing blood.
As if she had suddenly regained her strength, she pushed Tang Xinjue and the other three back to dormitory 606, then tightly grasped Tang Xinjue's hand.
"Stay here the whole time. No matter what sound you hear, don't go out."
"Whatever happens, don't open the door!"
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