The audio from the short video finally stopped, leaving complete silence. My heart jumped.
He stopped. What was he going to do? Or had he disappeared?
It would be best if it could just disappear, but would I really dare to go in there and get a good night's sleep?!
I think I still won't be able to sleep, and I'll probably still have to scroll through Douyin. If I turn over and the same thing happens again, my heart won't be able to take it.
I held my breath and gently gripped the doorknob.
The doorknob was still cold, which calmed me down a bit.
Knowing I couldn't act impulsively, I pressed down the doorknob very slowly, pushing the door open a crack so narrow that only one eye could peek inside.
The room was dark, with no lights on, but it was still barely visible.
I instinctively looked at the bed, but it was empty except for the messy bedding.
Did that guy really disappear?
I was just about to push the door open and go in to see what was going on.
Suddenly, a chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, and my heart almost stopped!
Across the crack in the door, at eye level, a pair of eyes were staring straight at me!
Those are my eyes!
The familiar eyelashes, the familiar eyeballs, even the bloodshot eyes from staring at the screen for so long are exactly the same.
He quietly pressed himself against the door, as if he had expected me to spy on him.
To be honest, I was terrified. My hair stood on end and my scalp tingled.
Damn it, once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time!
This thing scared me like a coward one after another. Even though I'm usually a coward, my fear was completely replaced by anger at this moment.
I refuse to believe it!
I'm a cobbler, specializing in dealing with corpses and spirits. That's the kind of ghost I deal with!
Although my skills may not be as good as those of my grandfather and master, I am not someone who can be easily manipulated!
I was scared like this by some unknown thing using my own face. If word got out, how could I ever face anyone again?!
A surge of ruthlessness, a mixture of humiliation, anger, and professional instinct suddenly welled up inside me, temporarily overpowering the pure fear.
This is like a shepherd getting shoved by a sheep, or a chicken farmer getting scratched by a chicken!
I braced my weak legs and stared intently at him in the doorway. He remained motionless, only his pupils slightly shifted in response to my movements.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to analyze the situation calmly.
From what we can see so far, this thing does not appear to have any direct physical offensive capabilities.
Unlike other vengeful ghosts that pounce on me and pinch or scratch me, this is a kind of mental intrusion and intimidation.
I must say, this tactic is more effective for me.
My gaze fell on the cloth bag on the bedside table.
There are my yellow talismans, cinnabar powder, and sewing thread—a whole series of things to ward off evil spirits.
No matter how you look at it, this thing is still inseparable from the word "evil spirit," so we can't just leave it untreated.
I slowly moved my feet, pushed open the door, and moved towards the bedside table, avoiding him. The thing reacted to my movement, tilting its head slightly, but remained standing in place, without any intention of stopping me.
"What a idiot! Just you wait and see. Once your grandpa gets his hands on the stuff, you'll be sorry!"
I cursed inwardly, while simultaneously expressing my contempt for this guy's intelligence.
A ghost is a ghost; it's something without a brain.
Once I get my own stuff, I'll make sure these things are utterly destroyed!
As I mentally threatened myself, I sped up my movement towards that spot. Soon, I reached the bedside table and grabbed the cloth bag!
The rough feel of the fabric instantly put my mind at ease.
Everything inside represents my experience and confidence in dealing with him!
I turned around abruptly, leaning against the wall, and faced him again, a confident smile playing on my lips.
I quickly untied the cloth-wrapped shoelaces with one hand, my fingers expertly slipping inside.
"You damned thing, still looking? Prepare to die!"
I pinched three talismans for warding off evil with my left hand, and dipped my right index and middle fingers into the cinnabar powder!
Then, with lightning speed, he drew several simple enhancement runes on the back of the yellow talisman. The vermilion was bright red and dazzling, carrying a scorching yang energy.
But these fears are not enough, after all, this thing is just too bizarre, and it wouldn't be wrong to use any means necessary.
So I steeled myself, bit my tongue, and spat out a mouthful of hot blood onto the yellow talisman.
"No matter what kind of illusion or ghost you are, today your grandpa will expose your true form!"
I let out a low growl, both to bolster my courage and as a command before performing the technique!
Then I swung my right hand sharply, and three yellow talismans stained with cinnabar and blood from the tip of my tongue formed a character shape and shot out as a stream of light!
It lunged straight at my face and chest near the doorway.
The yellow talisman burst into flames in the air, transforming into three streaks of fire, and he was no longer completely still at the doorway.
He seemed somewhat wary of this thing, his body swaying very slightly as he took a small step back into the shadows behind the door.
Now!
I didn't expect these three yellow talismans to kill him outright. Although they were stained with blood from his tongue, they were prepared in a hurry.
"You idiot, do you even know anything about military strategy? 'Openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass'—you think you can fight me?!"
Just as the yellow talisman was about to touch him, the sewing thread in my left hand, which had been poised to strike, shot out with a whoosh.
A thin, dark brown line traced a path through the air, but its target was not him, but the ground beneath his feet.
The thread, as if alive, made a soft "plop" sound and pierced a small section of the wooden board!
I twisted my wrist rapidly, my movements as swift as a butterfly flitting among flowers. Starting from the end of the thread that was driven into the ground, the stitching thread instantly embroidered a complex and eerie dark red circle about one meter in diameter on the ground, perfectly encircling him in the center of the doorway.
This is no simple move; it's similar to throwing money around as a strategy, but it's many times better.
"Hehe, you son of a bitch, I caught you!"
I couldn't help but smile; it was a simple vaginal lock ring.
By utilizing the properties of the sewing thread and my technique, I can temporarily trap the spirits within a region by passing through the flow of yin energy.
The moment the circle was formed, the expressions of "me" at the door suddenly became the same. For the first time, a clear expression appeared on that usually calm face: anger!
Seeing my own angry expression, I felt incredibly satisfied.
A surge of vengeful pleasure made me feel as refreshed and exhilarated as eating ice cream on a hot summer day.
"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out, and you think that's all?!"
I smiled smugly, and reached my right hand into the bag again, this time pulling out a small, antique-looking copper coin sword.
This small sword is forged from the five emperor coins, and it is specially designed to break through illusions. It is the perfect tool to deal with him!
I pressed my tongue against my palate and squeezed out a few more drops of blood, which sprayed onto the copper coin sword with a "plop".
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