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As the story unfolded, both of them felt the gravity of the situation. Ziya shivered, her hands cold as ice. She abruptly stood up from the sofa, and they hurriedly got into the car, speeding towards Sun Meng's home. Zhiqing was at the hospital, and Liang Chao had been home for three hours; neither of their phones was reachable. Anxious unease gripped every cell in her body, and her nerves instantly tensed. Severe Cold's stern face remained silent, lips pressed tightly together as he focused intently on driving, exuding an air of intimidation. Ziya silently prayed, hoping nothing would go wrong and urging Sun Meng to stay calm.
Liang Chao was somewhat drunk, his vision blurring as he saw two figures resembling Sun Meng. It wasn't her; another woman overlapped with her image, her disheveled hair framing a pale face with sunken eyes that emitted a chilling green light.
"Um... Mengmeng, is that you? Why are you dressed like a pregnant woman?" Liang Chao swayed slightly, his head throbbing painfully. The alcohol had thickened his tongue, making his speech slurred and unclear. He stared at Sun Meng, whose figure seemed to have suddenly become bloated, desperately trying to fend off the inexplicable fear creeping in. A slight movement sent waves of discomfort through his body, leaving him feeling disassembled and shivering uncontrollably.
Sun Meng remained silent as Liang Chao drunkenly pulled her closer to him. She turned away from him; no, it was another woman's face staring back.
What a terrifying visage it was—pale blue, like transparent paper, with white eyes that glared at Liang Chao with an icy intensity. At first glance, it was indeed frightening. He chuckled nervously and waved his hand, gesturing for Sun Meng to take off the mask. Liang Chao couldn't believe he would see a ghost in his own home; besides, he didn't believe in such things anyway.
To be honest, YaYa had scared him quite a bit before; after all, she had once shared a bed with him and was a young woman full of life. Her death had been sudden and unexpected.
The reason Liang Chao suspected that Sun Meng was wearing a mask to frighten him was that there were plenty of masks around the house—mementos from Sun Meng's thrill-seeking purchases at street stalls.
Seeing that Sun Meng ignored his request made him somewhat angry; he slammed his chopsticks down heavily on the dining table.
"Get rid of that thing! I've been tired of playing with these since before you even came out of your mother's womb."
Sun Meng stood rigidly still as her face twisted into a grotesque mask of horror. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide, revealing a gaping maw like a blood-filled abyss. Her disheveled hair resembled strands of hard steel wire, each one piercing towards Liang Chao. He broke into a cold sweat, his face turning ashen as he froze in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening; he lost control and wet himself as urine streamed from him onto the floor.
"Sun Meng... help me... Sun Meng save me." Liang Chao's drunkenness evaporated in an instant as he felt millions of ants crawling over his skin, causing an unbearable tingling pain. In near despair, he shouted at Sun Meng for help.
Ziya anxiously watched the slow-changing traffic lights, wishing she could fly straight to Sun Meng's side. Severe Cold repeatedly pounded on the steering wheel in frustration.
"Hey, is that thing you’re filming even useful?" Ziya said, feeling a pang of concern for his car. He shot a glare at Severe Cold and muttered under his breath.
"Are you saying a person's life isn't as important as your car?" Severe Cold felt an unsettling agitation rising within him. If he had known, he wouldn't have let Liang Chao go home. If only... sigh! There’s no such thing as a regret pill in this world; he could only hope nothing bad had happened to them.
Meanwhile, Zhiqing was at the hospital, where the doctor informed his mother had suffered a sudden heart attack, resulting in paralysis. She might just lie in bed for the rest of her life. In front of the doctor, he fought back tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, nodding repeatedly in agreement. Once the doctor left, Zhiqing collapsed to the floor, grasping his mother's calloused hand, weeping uncontrollably.
His mother’s hand was curled tightly, but as Zhiqing tugged at it, it suddenly relaxed, causing some herbal powder to fall from her palm. Zhiqing recognized the herbs; they were specifically for women (Blood Mother Herb). Why did his mother have such medicine? Nearby, a teahouse spoke up, revealing that a girl had visited before his mother fell ill. From their detailed description, Zhiqing realized the visitor was Sun Meng.
Zhiqing called his father back home and informed him of his mother's condition. His father quickly contacted Ziya and learned they were stuck in traffic on the road. Thinking quickly, Zhiqing drove around the congested area and headed straight for Sun Meng's house.
Liang Chao was terrified, his heart racing and sweat pouring down his body. As he regained consciousness, he looked at Sun Meng again and found her to be perfectly fine. The living room was filled with a pungent urine smell; Liang Chao felt speechless but also found Sun Meng's behavior strange. She stared at him coldly and reached out to help him walk towards the bedroom.
Liang Chao was already exhausted and weak from fear; combined with the lingering effects of alcohol, he stumbled forward like a puppet under Sun Meng's half-supporting half-dragging grip.
"You’ll never think about leaving me again. From now on, we’ll be together forever; no one will separate us," Sun Meng said with a chilling tenderness in her eyes, her expression bizarre. She mumbled as she began removing Liang Chao's clothes—taking off his shoes, pulling down his pants, unbuckling his belt...
Zhiqing called upon his apprentice with essential tools for exorcism and some aged black dog blood. They rushed towards Sun Meng's house. After a brief pause on the way, Zhiqing quickly contacted Severe Cold and Ziya to summarize everything that had happened. He chose not to expose the strange occurrences at Sun Meng's house yet; he wanted to wait for the right moment to act.
As for whether Demon Gods truly existed or not—it was hard to say in just a few words. As the saying goes, ghosts aren’t actually scary; what’s frightening is the human heart. After entering this line of work, Zhiqing had seen all kinds of people and experienced many bizarre events. Today, he intended to draw out whatever spirit resided in that house to see which department it belonged to.
When Zhiqing and his apprentice arrived at Sun Meng's home, Zhiqing carefully took out the key he had prepared and gently inserted it into the lock before turning the handle. The door creaked open with a click as they stealthily stepped inside. Upon entering the living room, they were immediately hit by a gust of cold wind. The compass in his apprentice's hand spun wildly; observing its erratic movement indicated something malevolent was present here. A wave of tension washed over him as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
Holding Yellow Paper and black dog blood, Zhiqing walked into the corridor. Just as he entered, he heard noises coming from the large bedroom at the back. His apprentice followed closely behind him; as they approached the bedroom, the compass spun even more violently.
"Master..." The disciple was filled with terror, still young and unable to keep calm.
"Shh." Zhiqing quickly raised his index finger; today he wanted to see whether it was a person or a ghost causing trouble in this house.
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