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Although the director couldn't make a sound, his actions were unhindered. He rushed in front of me at a speed several times faster than Liu Bi, his mouth opening and closing in a frantic display of anger and panic.
Some fears are unpredictable; most of the time, we have no idea how much fear we can actually endure. Only when we truly face it do our bodies react. Some people faint outright, others may lose control of their bladders in fright, while some simply scream in terror. The director was the type to scream, even if no sound came out.
He crawled from the bed to my side, grabbing me as I sat on the sofa and shielding himself with me, trembling uncontrollably and unable to look directly at the terrifying Spirit God that Liu Bi had transformed into.
I formed a Hand Seal and accurately struck his back. After a dry heave, his voice finally opened up, though he still dared not lift his head. He stammered, "Master, Master, save me!"
I glanced at the curled-up director behind me and then at Liu Bi, who was still crawling on the bed. I felt a bit perplexed; Liu Bi was completely unpredictable.
Liu Bi noticed my gaze but did not continue crawling toward us. Instead, it propped itself up on the bed, constantly signaling me with its eyes while making an unpleasant "gurgling" sound from its throat.
When Liu Bi paused, I knew it was my turn to act. I suddenly stood up and declared, "Don't worry, director; it can't harm you unless it steps over me." In that moment of impulse, I recalled a classic line from a TV movie and blurted it out. After saying that, I added, "But this ghost is too fierce; I'll do my best."
Upon hearing my words, the director's trembling subsided slightly as he slowly lifted his head to look at me. Clearly, my statement had given him great confidence.
Seeing that the director was now looking at me, I quickly pulled out a talisman and stuffed it into my shoe. Then I grabbed a handful of Cinnabar Incense Ash and sprinkled it on my shoe before launching a kick toward Liu Bi on the bed.
With a dull thud, my kick sent Liu Bi flying across the room. Its body soared straight toward the television and crashed heavily against it. Despite the speed of impact, there was no sound; it was as if a balloon had collided with the TV before gently landing on the carpet.
"Good!" The director exclaimed at my impressive kick, seemingly forgetting his earlier fear.
"I told you, Brother Liu, you really can kick! Didn't we agree this was just acting?" Liu Bi's voice echoed in my mind—different from what others could hear. It felt like a cry from deep within or whispers from a dream. Each word was crystal clear; this was a unique skill of some ancient Spirit Gods called 'Entering Sound,' similar to 'Dreaming.' However, while Dreaming targets those who are asleep, Entering Sound is for those who are awake. Only those affected by Entering Sound can hear it. Sometimes we hear certain sounds that others around us do not; that's Entering Sound at play—though it can be intentional or unintentional. Liu Bi's Entering Sound was clearly intentional.
It understood Entering Sound; I did not. If the director weren't present, I would have said to Liu Bi: "You're not following the script; I'm definitely kicking for real!" But those words couldn't be spoken aloud; instead, I maintained an appearance of loyalty and righteousness as I stared at it.
I wondered if Liu Bi could understand my thoughts. Just as I was about to speak, he smirked slightly and let out a cold snort, standing up from the carpet. He slowly raised his hands and placed them on his temples.
This action left me utterly confused. The director's gaze darted around, wanting to look but too afraid to do so. It was like a little girl watching a horror movie, covering her eyes with her hands but leaving a gap between her fingers—a bit self-deceptive.
I couldn't comprehend Liu Bi's intentions and thought perhaps the kick had dazed him, so he needed to massage his temples to relieve himself. He didn’t make any sounds; instead, he kept rubbing his temples faster and faster, his expression growing more pained. Blood filled his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they might burst.
They say the city knows how to play, but it wasn't until then that I realized this creature knew how to play even better. I had no idea what Liu Bi was trying to achieve with all this fuss; even I, who was acting alongside him, couldn’t figure it out. For the next two minutes, he repeated the same action without any change. I felt an urge to slap him; even the director had lost his initial fear and was now trembling as he stared at Liu Bi.
Just when I could no longer bear to watch, Liu Bi stopped his frantic movements and grinned widely, laughing in a mocking manner. After just a couple of laughs, he performed an action I had never seen in my life.
This act shocked me and nearly made the director faint from fright.
What happened next was that after massaging his temples, Liu Bi clutched his head with both hands and yanked it off with force.
Such things happen in movies, but witnessing it in real life stirred emotions I had never experienced before. I had read about such occurrences in an ancient book—ghosts could manipulate their physical forms—but not all ghosts possessed such abilities. The annotations in that book had faded over time, leaving me unclear about what caused such powers in ghosts. Yet that was merely something I had read; seeing it suddenly unfold in reality was something I struggled to accept.
Without pausing, he hurled his head toward us after removing it. I shouted in shock and jumped onto the bed.
My leap caused trouble for the director behind me; when Liu Bi detached his head, he was already terrified beyond belief and instinctively hunched over to hide. As I dodged out of the way, that bloody-looking head smashed right into his lower back.
Perhaps this moment shattered his threshold for fear; he didn’t scream but let out a muffled groan before rolling his eyes back and fainting.
Seeing the director collapse, Liu Bi showed no signs of stopping or retrieving his head. It lay casually on the ground while his body moved more nimbly without it. With a sudden jerk, he floated up onto the bed and lunged toward me.
“Enough already! You’ve scared everyone into unconsciousness!” I exclaimed hurriedly as he charged toward me.
Upon hearing my voice, it simply froze for a moment. I thought it was going to stop, but I couldn't see its facial expression, so instinctively, I looked for its head. Turning around, I saw its head on the carpet, its eyes staring blankly at me, and a sly smile curling at the corners of its mouth. A thought crossed my mind: this creature wasn't going to stop.
I quickly reached into the Cloth Bag and grabbed a handful of Cinnabar Ash, throwing it at the headless body charging toward me. Then, I swiftly grabbed another handful of Cinnabar Ash and tossed it at the head on the ground. The Exorcism Spell flowed from my mouth, smooth and clear, sounding just like any other.
However, to Liu Bi, that sound was as unbearable as the sound of bones being stripped, causing its movements to become sluggish. I pulled out a segment of Ink Fight Line and charged toward Liu Bi's headless spirit. Instinctively, I wanted to choke its neck, but when I got close, I realized it had no head; there was no neck to grab.
Switching from Exorcism Spell to Exorcism Spell, my right foot—having just scattered Cinnabar Ash—kicked out forcefully. Then, with a tug on the Ink Fight Line, I ensnared its flailing arms and yanked it down from the bed.
Just as I was about to continue with my next move, that infuriating Liu Bi's head suddenly flew back, its face smeared with red Cinnabar Ash looking even more grotesque and terrifying, contrasting sharply with what it said next.
"Wait, wait, wait, Brother Liu! I was wrong; I admit it! Please stop!" The sincerity in its plea suggested it was truly nearing its limit.
I loosened my grip, and its body regained freedom. Its head floated back onto its body perfectly aligned, showing no signs of any previous disconnection.
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