Luo Tianhe followed him in, and he was immediately stunned.
"Nobody's here? Then why is he making noise to lure us in?"
I shook my head, activated my third eye, and discovered that the guy was hiding under the bed.
I slowly lowered my body and turned to look under the bed.
Suddenly, I saw a bluish-purple face and two dark, venomous eyes staring intently at me.
I gasped in fright and jumped up on the spot.
At the same time, I realized something was wrong. Xiao An, whom we encountered earlier, had clearly been burned to death.
But this little boy seems to have died in a different way than her!
With a loud bang, the door behind Luo Tianhe was also slammed shut.
He instinctively grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door hard, but the door wouldn't budge.
"Don't open the door yet, there's someone under the bed."
I spoke, still somewhat shaken. Even though I was mentally prepared, meeting those eyes suddenly made my heart pound.
"Of course! The only place in the whole room where someone could hide is that bed!"
Luo Tianhe, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, continued to twist the doorknob tightly, trying to open the door.
"No, something's not right about how he died. He wasn't burned to death!"
I was breathing heavily, my eyes fixed on the area under the bed, afraid he might suddenly crawl out.
"Not burned to death?"
Upon hearing my words, Luo Tianhe was also taken aback. He gave up arguing with the door and came to my side, looking at the small wooden bed.
His face looked rather grim, and he stammered:
"Although I knew something was wrong with this orphanage, once I entered, I realized that the eeriness here far exceeded my expectations!"
At this point, Luo Tian's voice began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Why didn't they include this place in their ranking? I feel this place is much more terrifying than the fourteenth building!"
After careful consideration, I concluded that the official rankings should be accurate.
However, as Luo Tianhe said, this place is indeed much more eerie than the fourteenth building.
"Perhaps it's because this place is much safer than the fourteenth building. Although these ghosts are very eerie, they are not very aggressive."
I said slowly.
"Not very aggressive?" Luo Tianhe's voice trembled. "Then what were those things that were chasing us just now?"
I was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, from the moment we entered the orphanage, the eerie dolls, the ripe girl, and the eyes under the bed all indicated that this was no place of kindness.
"But we really weren't hurt."
After hesitating for a moment, I spoke.
Seeing what Luo Tianhe was about to say, I lowered my voice and said:
"Never mind those for now, this under the bed seems a bit different."
I mustered my courage and bent down to look under the bed again.
Those venomous eyes were still staring at me intently in the darkness, but this time I could see them much more clearly!
It was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, with a bluish-purple face and a clear ligature mark around his neck.
“He was strangled.” I straightened up, feeling a chill.
Luo Tianhe gasped: "Strangled? In this orphanage?"
Just then, a rustling sound came from under the bed.
We stared nervously at the edge of the bed, and saw a small, bluish-purple hand slowly reach out and grab the edge.
"He's coming out!" Luo Tianhe took a step back, looked around, and picked up a piece of broken wood next to him.
I held my breath and gripped the yellow talisman in my pocket tightly.
With a little force, a thin figure slowly crawled out from under the bed.
He was wearing tattered striped pajamas, and the mark on his neck from the strap was particularly glaring in the light from our cell phones.
Unlike the charred ghosts he had encountered before, his body was intact, except for the fatal wound on his neck.
At this moment, his gaze was no longer filled with resentment. He stared at us with his dark eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"You are not them."
"Them? You mean them?"
I asked cautiously.
It seems that this little boy is not the kind of vengeful ghost that kills people indiscriminately, but rather someone who can distinguish whether the person in front of him is the one who killed him.
“They, they are,”
The little boy's voice trembled, and his body slowly rose into the air, the ligature mark on his neck becoming increasingly prominent.
It was as if someone had tightened the ropes, slowly hoisting it up!
The little boy's body gradually became suspended in mid-air, his legs kicking weakly, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat.
Seeing this, Luo Tianhe and I felt the same way and instinctively held our breath.
And in our horrified gaze,
His eyes began to bulge, staring intently at the ceiling, as if invisible ropes were tightening there.
"He's...repeating the process of dying!" Luo Tianhe exclaimed in horror.
I looked up following the little boy's gaze, and the ceiling was empty except for mottled stains.
But when I activated my third eye, I saw a faint wisp of black energy coiled around his neck.
“It’s not repeated death,” my voice was hoarse, “it’s something that’s killing him, over and over again.”
These words sent chills down Luo Tianhe's spine, and he involuntarily took a step back.
"What's the meaning?"
"His soul was trapped at the moment of death, being strangled repeatedly, over and over again."
I explained, feeling a wave of weakness wash over me.
This kind of eternal torment is more cruel than direct killing.
The little boy's struggles gradually weakened, and finally his body went limp, and he fell to the ground like a puppet with broken strings!
But just seconds later, he suddenly convulsed again, his bluish-purple hands clutching his neck, beginning a new round of struggle.
"Help, help me," he squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with pleading.
"How can we save them?" Luo Tianhe asked me anxiously.
I shook my head; this cycle of resentment is extremely difficult to break.
Rescuing him is virtually impossible, unless...
Seeing the little boy's pain, I hardened my heart and bit my fingertip to draw a soothing talisman in the air.
"Heaven and earth are clear and bright, inherently without intention; they are empty and still, and all things return to oneness."
I chanted an incantation, and the blood talisman emitted a faint golden light, drifting towards the little boy.
Just as the blood talisman was about to touch him, a sudden change occurred!
The little boy suddenly stopped struggling, hovered in mid-air, and turned his head at an impossible angle of 180 degrees to face us!
His mouth stretched from ear to ear, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth.
"I was just kidding!" His voice turned shrill and piercing. "You're so easy to fool!"
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and black liquid began to seep from the walls, emitting a strong stench of decay.
The little boy's body climbed up the ceiling like a spider, his limbs bent backwards, and the ligature marks on his neck wriggled like a living creature.
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