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I struggled to calm myself, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to face the Vengeful Spirit before me.
My heart raced, pounding against my chest as if it would burst free. I felt a numbness creeping into my limbs, and cold sweat trickled down my forehead.
Su Wan gently patted my shoulder; her hand was cool, and that chill strangely helped to steady me.
She gave me an encouraging look, urging me to step forward.
I hesitated for a moment, fear coiling around my heart like a vine, nearly suffocating me.
But I knew I had to confront her, for Su Wan and for myself.
I took a step, then another, moving toward the woman in white who floated in the corridor. Each step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, so painfully difficult.
The corridor was thick with a decaying odor mixed with the damp scent of earth, making me feel nauseous.
Her sobbing grew clearer, like a sharp needle piercing my eardrums and my heart. The sound was filled with endless sorrow and despair, sending chills down my spine.
I stopped in front of her, gazing into her hollow eyes, filled with sadness and sympathy, along with an inexplicable fear.
Her face was as pale as paper, her long hair disheveled and covering most of her face, revealing only two empty eyes that seemed like black holes ready to swallow me whole.
"Are you... are you okay?" I mustered the courage to ask, my voice trembling as if I might cry at any moment. I couldn't even bear to look directly into her eyes, afraid of being consumed by that endless void.
The Vengeful Spirit did not respond; she continued to sob softly. Her figure became increasingly insubstantial, as if she might dissolve into the air at any moment like a wisp of smoke, ready to be blown away by the wind.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "I know you are in pain," I said slowly, "Can you tell me what happened?" My voice trembled, but I made an effort to sound more resolute, hoping to give her some hope and muster courage for myself.
The Vengeful Spirit remained silent, slowly lifting her head. Her hollow gaze met mine, filled with sorrow and despair, as if it were narrating endless suffering. That look pierced through my facade like a sharp blade, reaching deep into my heart.
A wave of anxiety washed over me, as if an invisible force was tightening around my throat, making it hard to breathe. A sense of inexplicable oppression enveloped me, leaving me gasping for air.
Suppressing the fear within me, I continued, "I know you must have endured a lot of unfair treatment." My voice caught in my throat. "Can you share your story with me?" I nearly pleaded, hoping she would open up and reveal her tale, allowing me to understand her pain and find a way to release my own burdens.
As soon as my words fell silent, the Vengeful Spirit abruptly ceased her sobbing. She slowly turned around, her vacant eyes gazing into the depths of the passageway. Her figure began to solidify, no longer flickering like before, resembling an ink wash painting that gradually came into focus, becoming more real.
A spark of joy ignited within me; I realized she was willing to speak. A glimmer of hope illuminated my heart, dispelling some of the fear.
I followed her deeper into the passageway. The oil lamps flickered ominously, as if they might extinguish at any moment. My heart raced in tandem with the wavering light, filled with unease. The dim glow seemed like the eyes of a demon, watching my every move in the darkness.
Strange runes were carved into the walls on either side of the passage. In the dim light, they appeared even more eerie. I felt as though I were trapped in a vast labyrinth with no exit and no sense of direction.
We reached the end of the passage where a tightly shut stone door stood. It was adorned with peculiar runes that exuded a chilling aura. The symbols resembled some ancient script that I could not decipher, yet I could sense the immense power contained within them.
The Vengeful Spirit halted before the stone door and slowly turned to face me. Her eyes were no longer hollow but filled with sadness and fury; that anger burned like a flame in her gaze, as if it sought to incinerate everything in its path.
She extended her pale hand towards the stone door and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Open it." Her words carried a weight of power that felt almost magical, compelling me to obey. That voice was like a summons from hell itself, sending chills down my spine.
I hesitated for a moment but stepped forward nonetheless, reaching out to push against the stone door. The instant my hand made contact, an icy sensation coursed through my body, causing me to shiver involuntarily.
The stone door remained immovable as if sealed by some force. I exerted all my strength against it; still, it did not budge—unyielding like a mountain.
"Let me do it." Su Wan stepped beside me, placing her hand on the stone door as she softly recited an incantation. Her voice was deep and powerful, carrying a mysterious rhythm as if it could communicate with the heavens and the earth.
The runes on the stone door began to glow, the light intensifying until it formed a dazzling beam that shot up into the sky. The brilliance was blinding, and I felt as though I were enveloped in a warm and comforting radiance.
The stone door slowly creaked open, emitting a deep rumbling sound, reminiscent of an ancient beast awakening. The noise was deafening, as if it threatened to collapse the entire passageway.
Behind the door lay a spacious room, within which stood a massive coffin adorned with strange carvings that exuded a chilling aura. The patterns were similar to those on the stone door but were far more intricate and eerie.
The Vengeful Spirit approached the coffin and knelt slowly before it, her body trembling slightly as if suppressing immense sorrow. Her silhouette appeared so lonely and helpless.
"My child..." she whispered, her voice filled with pain and despair. It resonated from the depths of her soul, laden with endless sadness and love.
A jolt ran through my heart as I finally understood her story. She was a mother whose child had been buried alive in this coffin. After her death, her spirit could find no peace and was doomed to wander this forbidden place, guarding her child. My heart ached as if pierced by needles.
Tears streamed down my face, overwhelmed by sorrow and sympathy. I finally grasped her anguish and understood why she suffered so deeply. I felt her pain of losing a child as if it were my own.
I moved closer to her, gently embracing her in comfort. "I know you are in pain," I said, my voice trembling. "I will help you." A sense of helplessness filled me; I didn't know how to assist her, but I couldn't bear to watch her endure such suffering any longer.
How could I help her?
(End of chapter)
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