Back in the room, I took out the Sheepskin Book, my heart racing as I recorded the events at the Cemetery within its pages. I was worried about whether the mark on my hand would fade and how much this incident could help in that regard.
After a moment, I wrote the final period. Instantly, a burning sensation surged through my arm. I quickly rolled up my sleeve to check, and to my surprise, I saw the mark slowly retreating from my arm. Although it hadn't faded below my elbow, at least it was moving away from my shoulder.
Seeing this, I let out a sigh of relief and slowly lowered my sleeve. Just then, I heard Li Zhisheng's voice behind me: "Is it as I thought?" he asked.
I turned around to see Hu Fang and Li Zhisheng standing at the door, concern evident in Hu Fang's eyes.
"Although it's not much that has faded, at least it gives me more time..." I said with a reassuring smile, hoping to ease Hu Fang's worries.
But soon, I noticed that both Li Zhisheng and Hu Fang had frozen in place, their eyes fixed on something outside the window behind me, as if they had seen a ghost.
"W-what's wrong?" I asked in shock.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Li Zhisheng raised his remaining hand, a thick black mist swirling around his palm, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Feeling his Killing Intent rise, I quickly turned to look. At that moment, I saw a thin figure standing outside the window that hadn’t been drawn shut—a headless and footless Vengeful Spirit. It pressed its hands against the closed window and seemed to be holding something.
Seeing this, I jumped up from my chair and stepped back a few paces, silently cursing under my breath. I whispered to Li Zhisheng beside me, "Could it be that Yang Master's people are looking for trouble again?!"
Li Zhisheng gathered a medium-sized Black Sphere in his hand and replied, "Not sure, but judging by this situation, the visitor is definitely not friendly..."
I quickly pressed down on his hand. "Don't act rashly; this is a residential area. If we start fighting here, innocent people will get hurt..."
But Hu Fang interjected, "No wait! Look, it seems like it's holding a letter..." Without waiting for us to stop her, she walked over to the window and opened it.
"Stop!" I shouted in an attempt to prevent her, but it was too late. The Vengeful Spirit slowly floated in through the window. I watched it warily and took a quick step forward to pull Hu Fang back.
The Vengeful Spirit did not rush towards us upon seeing us; instead, it gently placed a letter on my desk and then silently floated out the window.
"Could it just be a messenger?" I wondered, tiptoeing forward to grab the letter from the desk.
The envelope looked very familiar, as if I had seen it before, and the seal was marked with a red Wax Seal bearing the same symbol as the one on my body.
"What is it?" Behind me, Li Zhisheng leaned in curiously, peering down at the letter in my hand. "A letter? What does it say?" he asked.
I didn’t answer him; instead, I gently squeezed the envelope and felt something like a piece of paper inside. Other than that, I couldn’t sense anything else. So, I broke the Wax Seal and opened the envelope. A photograph immediately came into view, and I carefully pulled it out.
To my surprise, I discovered that this photograph also depicted a Box, identical to the two Box photographs I had received earlier. Moreover, there was nothing written on the back of this photo; it was completely blank.
This left me even more puzzled about who could be sending me these Box photographs through a ghost and what their intentions were...
Lost in thought, I suddenly heard Hu Fang exclaim behind me, "Ah! I remember now! The first photograph was delivered in exactly this way. Yes, that's right; it looks familiar..." she muttered to herself.
Hu Fang's loud voice startled Yao Long and Death Apostle in the living room. They rushed over anxiously, asking, "What happened?!"
I shook the photograph in my hand and replied, "Someone sent me something..."
Death Apostle took the photograph from my hand and examined it closely, murmuring to himself, "Box? Is this the Third Box you’ve been searching for?"
I shook my head. "I’m not sure. This is already the third letter. The sender seems to want to convey something to me, but I have no idea what it is."
With that, I cautiously glanced out the window and saw that it was empty outside. I hurriedly closed the window. Just as I did so, I suddenly remembered that I had applied Ghost Oil in the room before—how could the Vengeful Spirit come and go so freely?!
Thinking about this, I asked Li Zhisheng, "Li Zhisheng, did you sense the presence of that Vengeful Spirit earlier?"
He shook his head, "No, don't sense the presence of ghosts. I didn't even feel its aura, which is why I was so nervous just now..."
"Even Soul Burial can't perceive the aura of a ghost? Why is that? And it seems to have no fear of Ghost Oil. Why is that?"
"What are you mumbling about..." Death Apostle looked at the photo and handed it back to me. "This seems to be just an ordinary photo, nothing unusual. Who gave you this photo?"
I took the photo and didn't directly answer his question. Instead, I said, "Don't crowd in the room. Let's go outside..." With that, I led everyone to the living room. Sitting around the sofa, I asked Death Apostle, "Do you know what kind of ghost wouldn't fear Ghost Oil?"
Death Apostle thought for a moment. "What kind of ghost wouldn't fear Ghost Oil? I don't know. I only know that burning Ghost Oil emits a special scent that can attract ghosts, while when it's not burning, it can make all Vengeful Spirits and Evil Ghosts retreat. Why did you suddenly think to ask this?" he asked, puzzled.
After hearing this, I recounted what I had just seen and the background of the two previous photos to Death Apostle and Yao Long.
After listening, Death Apostle affirmed, "These photos and the matter regarding the previous two seem to want you to do something. The second photo mentions that breaking Onizuka can eliminate the mark, but the messenger did not accurately tell you Onizuka's location and did not indicate their stance or identity. It seems to be subtly guiding you step by step towards Box and Onizuka..."
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