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The innkeeper kindly came to remind us, and I smiled in response, saying, "We have already heard a bit about this matter, thank you for your concern."
"Well then, just be careful," he said before turning to leave.
I closed the door and returned inside, walking over to the window to shut it. Looking outside, I noticed the street was deserted. The flickering streetlights on either side added an eerie touch to the already sinister atmosphere.
Seeing my gaze fixed outside, Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng joined me at the window, their eyes scanning the empty street as they awaited the impending midnight.
"What time is it?" came Yao Long's voice from behind. I turned to see him standing by the door, seemingly on alert. I glanced at my phone. "It's eleven fifty. Did you notice something?"
Upon hearing my question, Yao Long lowered his voice deliberately. "I feel like there's something outside, pacing back and forth in the corridor. Its sound is very faint; you can't hear it, but I can..."
With that, Yao Long held his breath and raised Azure Spirit, aiming the bow at the door.
At that moment, a sudden gust of wind howled outside, accompanied by a series of sharp shrieks. The wind rushed past like an Evil Spirit, causing the slightly loose window to creak ominously.
I pressed my hand against the window, fearing that this old frame might be blown away by the wind. Just then, I felt a sudden drop in temperature inside the room. It was as if frost had formed on our skin in the midst of winter, making us shiver uncontrollably.
"Are you all okay?" I asked the others behind me. They were rubbing their arms as if trying to warm themselves up.
"Not really... why did it suddenly get so cold?" Hu Fang stammered through her shivers. Before she could finish her sentence, Yao Long urgently whispered in a low voice, "It's here!"
At that moment, the wind outside abruptly ceased, plunging us into an eerie silence. Instinctively, I drew Jiang Ling and held it tightly in my hand, keeping a vigilant eye on the street below.
I noticed that the streetlights had stopped flickering; one by one they began to extinguish from far to near, as if something was approaching us from a distance.
However, with my naked eye, all I could see beyond the scattered lights was an expanse of darkness. "That thing is coming!" I turned to look at Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng.
Death Apostle instinctively took a few steps back upon seeing this scene, while Li Zhisheng furrowed his brow with a serious expression. He stood his ground as black mist began to emanate from his hand; it seemed everyone was on high alert, ready for whatever might happen next.
I gazed out the window at the distant darkness creeping closer. Just as the last streetlight below went out, we were enveloped in complete darkness with not a glimmer of light in sight.
As everyone was on edge, a sudden series of urgent knocks echoed from the door—“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The sound felt as if it were pounding against my heart, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
“Who is it?” Yao Long asked warily by the door. But there was no response from outside, followed by another three rapid knocks—“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Is it a person or a ghost? Speak!” I heard Yao Long's voice grow closer to me, as if he sensed a hint of fear and stepped back from the door.
Yao Long's questioning reverberated in the room, yet there was still no reply from outside. If a vengeful spirit were to appear before me, I wouldn’t be afraid; if I couldn't fight it, I could always summon a Void Spirit and confront it head-on.
But in this situation, we had no idea what lurked outside. If we opened the door recklessly, we might fall into the trap set by those vengeful spirits...
Just as everyone was at a loss, a chaotic knocking sound came from outside the window, as if every door in the town was being pounded upon.
“What should we do now?!” I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. Beside me, Li Zhisheng said, “We have two choices: either rush out and fight whatever is out there to the death, or wait here until dawn…”
“I know that, but we have no idea what’s out there. Can you see anything?” I asked Li Zhisheng.
He hesitated for a moment. “I can’t see anything, but I can sense a heavy Yin Qi. It’s unlike anything we’ve encountered before. If the source of this Yin Qi is an Evil Spirit, then even if we band together, we might struggle to contend with it…” He paused thoughtfully and added, “If we open the door now, we might not survive…”
Hearing Li Zhisheng’s words made me aware of that heavy Yin Qi he mentioned, along with an overwhelming sense of Grievance. “Are we really just going to stay here?” I murmured to myself, lost in thought.
However, just as I began to contemplate further, that soul-shaking knocking interrupted my thoughts—“Bang! Bang! Bang!” This time it was louder than before; it seemed whatever was outside had grown impatient.
“Death... Mr. Death, what should we do now?” In the darkness, I heard Yao Long asking the Death Apostle.
The Death Apostle pondered for a moment and replied, “Right now, we can only stay inside. There’s no other option; forcing our way out could expose us to that so-called disease, just like what happened to Shen Xu when he experienced hallucinations…”
“But if we stay here and whatever is outside breaks in, won’t we end up in the same predicament? Rather than cowering in fear here, it would be better to confront them!” Yao Long said through gritted teeth; his anxiety was palpable as he fidgeted restlessly.
Then he stepped forward and grasped the doorknob firmly. “I’m opening the door now; you all get ready…” The sound of the doorknob slowly turning echoed ominously.
“Don’t open it…” I tried to stop him, but before I could finish my warning, a maniacal laughter erupted from outside the window. The sound sent chills down my spine and raised goosebumps all over my body.
Hearing the sound, Yao Long suddenly stopped turning the handle. Everyone followed the faint moonlight to the window and looked down.
In the moonlight, an Old Woman stood in the middle of the road, dressed in a thin garment. She seemed to have lost her sanity, laughing loudly. Moments later, she suddenly fell backward onto the ground, gnawing at her own arm.
In an instant, blood streamed down her aged cheeks. Under the moonlight, the blood that had already pooled on the ground glimmered a deep red, appearing quite eerie.
At that moment, cries began to emanate from a nearby building, as if this person outside was a relative of someone inside.
At this moment, I finally understood Yao Long's desire to save someone. Seeing this scene now made me wish I could rush down to help.
Just then, my consciousness began to blur. The Old Woman downstairs, who was still gnawing at herself, now appeared to be enjoying a delicious meal while feasting on her own flesh.
Meanwhile, the faces of Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng beside me began to twist under the moonlight. Their skin was slowly peeling away from their faces until it revealed white bones...
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