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I stared at the Hao Yin that had sprouted on my chest, frozen in place. My intuition told me it must be a backlash from recording a false story in the Sheepskin Book earlier. Now, not only had the original mark not faded, but another one had appeared. I sighed, shaking my head in resignation, and lost all desire to take a shower. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up early and glanced at the Hao Yin on my wrist; it had already grown past my hand. "If I don't hurry, I'm done for," I thought as I grabbed some clothes, washed up quickly, and headed out.
First, I bought a new phone and swapped in my old SIM card. Immediately, I called the friend who had contacted me yesterday. "Hello, is this The Boy in the Wheat Field?" A woman's voice responded, "Yes, are you the one who messaged me privately yesterday?" I replied, "Yes, but aren't you a boy?" She chuckled lightly, "Just a random name. Are you ready to start playing today?" I answered, "The sooner the better; let's meet up first..."
We agreed to meet at a Western restaurant for lunch. After waiting for about half an hour, I was fiddling with my new phone out of boredom when I noticed a girl sitting across from me. I looked up to see a pretty girl around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She wore a black leather jacket and had long black hair cascading over her shoulders, with a hint of allure in her expression. I blurted out, "Are you the boy?"
She smiled and pointed to her chest, "I'm a girl." Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I sensed my face turning red. "Hello, I'm Hu Fang," she said as she reached out for a handshake. I politely shook her hand and replied, "Hello, I'm Shen Xu." I gestured for the waiter to take our order; she unapologetically ordered two servings of Wafu Steak along with a bunch of other dishes. I quickly checked my wallet, worried that I might not have enough money.
After lunch, we chatted while eating. She looked at me curiously and asked, "You seemed really anxious earlier; does this game hold some significant meaning for you?" Unsure where to start, I thought to myself: "These events are too bizarre for most people to believe. But since she's interested in the Supernatural Game, she should be able to accept it." Tentatively, I rolled up my sleeve to show her my right arm: "I'm trying to get rid of this."
She tilted her head and examined it closely: "This doesn't look like a tattoo; could it be some kind of curse?" I wasn't surprised by her immediate understanding and nodded: "You could say that; simply put, if I don't get rid of this thing, it will kill me."
"Then how is this related to the Supernatural Game?" she asked while popping a French fry into her mouth. I touched the Hao Yin: "I can't explain it all right now; you'll understand once you've played that game. Hopefully, we can encounter what’s known as Spirit Writing." Even as I said it, I wasn't entirely confident.
She seemed to have finished eating and wiped her mouth: "So when do we start?" After pondering for a moment, I suggested: "To ensure we see what we want to see, let's wait until midnight."
We talked about our jobs afterward; she was an artist who drew horror comics and had just finished a project. She was looking for inspiration while taking a break by playing the Supernatural Game, which happened to coincide with our meeting.
We agreed to meet again at eleven that night before parting ways. I began gathering information about Spirit Writing and found a relatively secluded spot—a deserted construction site long abandoned by workers. Aside from a few makeshift homes built by former workers seeking temporary shelter, it was mostly ruins. I thought to myself: "If this doesn't work out either, then I've really seen ghosts."
Once everything was prepared—since there was no electricity in the building—I bought some candles as well. By the time everything was set up, it was already past ten o'clock at night. I called Hu Fang. Upon hearing how desolate the place was at first, she hesitated but eventually agreed to come after much persuasion.
Just before eleven o'clock, she arrived with a video camera in hand. When I asked what it was for, she grinned mischievously: "For footage! Since we're here anyway, might as well capture some material." Unsure if such games could be recorded or not, I went along with it. She set up the camera inside the room while we prepared to begin.
We sat facing each other; I held a pen in one hand poised over a sheet of white paper while she intertwined her fingers with mine on top of the pen. We both closed our eyes and silently chanted “Spirit Writing, come forth.” Time ticked away slowly as neither Hu Fang nor I felt any movement in our arms. After an unknown duration passed suddenly; I heard the sound of the pen sliding across the paper.
I opened my eyes at the same time as Hu Fang. After exchanging a glance, we both turned towards the source of the voice. To my surprise, our hands had not moved at all; instead, the paper was shifting back and forth, drawing irregular lines. I thought to myself, "Isn't Spirit Writing supposed to involve the pen moving? Why is the paper moving instead?!"
I glanced at Hu Fang, who seemed equally bewildered. Remembering that I needed to ask a question, I tentatively inquired, "Are you Spirit Writing? If so, please draw a circle." As soon as I finished speaking, the moving paper paused for a moment before drawing an X. Seeing this made me feel Hu Fang's hand start to tremble. Afraid she would let go, I tightened my grip on her hand.
However, as soon as I applied pressure, she gasped in pain and quickly pulled her hand away. In a moment of panic, I released my grip on the pen and tried to grab her hand back. The instant I let go, we both froze, as if time had stopped.
The pencil stood upright on the table all by itself. I quickly withdrew my hand and stared at the standing pencil, while Hu Fang looked at me in terror, her voice trembling as she said, "Look over there." She pointed with her slender finger towards where she had placed the camera.
I turned to look in the direction she indicated and was astonished to see something on the camera's display screen that was invisible to our naked eyes.
A dark brown hand reached out from the side of the table, gripping the pencil tightly. It seemed there was something else slowly crawling out from beneath the table. Seeing this, Hu Fang stood up and tried to run. Just as she got up, that hand shot back like lightning, causing the pencil to fall with a loud thud.
She heard the sound and immediately stopped, wanting to turn back. Just as she was about to look over her shoulder, I saw the owner of that Dark Brown Hand standing behind her. I quickly shouted, "Don't move!" My instincts told me that we must not make eye contact with that thing; otherwise, something terrible could happen.
Although Hu Fang halted her movement at my shout, it seemed to have attracted the attention of that entity. In an instant, it was behind me with lightning speed; I was caught completely off guard and jumped in fright. But at that moment, I caught a glimpse of its face—or rather, it had no face at all.
With dark brown skin and only a ghastly Skull exposed where its face should be—like something had neatly stripped away its features—only hollow nostrils and pitch-black eye sockets remained. At that moment, I heard Hu Fang beside me anxiously asking since she couldn't see the camera's screen, "What—what's wrong? Is there something on me?!". From her voice, I could sense her overwhelming fear and confusion.
As soon as she finished speaking, I suddenly realized that there was no trace of that thing on the screen anymore. Just as I turned back to look at Hu Fang, I saw that her once delicate face had lost all color. Instead of vitality, her veins bulged and her eyes were reduced to mere whites. Her originally pale skin was gradually turning a deep brown.
Seeing this alarming change made my heart race; she must have been possessed. Remembering what had happened earlier with that theft incident, I rushed forward to grab her hands and prevent any further movement. But unexpectedly, she anticipated my intentions and sidestepped away from me. Then came a punch that landed heavily on my back. She grabbed my clothes and lifted me up without giving me a chance to catch my breath.
I was astonished by her immense strength. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I found myself lifted right in front of her. At that moment, her grotesque face was only a few dozen centimeters away from mine; I was too scared to even breathe.
I watched as she slowly opened her mouth, revealing it filled with dead maggots that continuously fell out. As her mouth widened further, I heard a sound like skin tearing apart—she seemed to have opened her mouth so wide that it tore her face open.
In that moment, fear was no longer a concern. In a desperate attempt, I stomped on her stomach and pushed back with all my strength. The fabric of my clothes was pulled too tight, and with that force, it tore apart, exposing my chest's Hao Yin. Fortunately, I managed to break free from her grasp.
Before I could regain my balance, the Evil Spirit that had transformed from Hu Fang caught sight of my exposed Hao Yin and became even more frenzied. It roared, baring its gaping maw, now torn and bloodied, as it lunged at me.
Seeing no way to dodge, I quickly crouched down, feeling a wave of foul odor sweep over me from above. I rolled to the side and found myself at the door. In a panic, I yanked it open and fled.
I stumbled through the ruins, thinking to myself, "Why is this happening? Isn't it supposed to self-harm?!" Just then, I felt the ground give way beneath me and fell into a ravine. Luckily, it wasn't too deep, so I didn't sustain any serious injuries.
Looking around, I realized this was a pit that had been prepared for laying down sewer pipes. I thought it might be a good place to hide and come up with a plan. Suddenly, I heard the Evil Spirit behind me roaring in frustration at not being able to find me, sending chills down my spine.
Nervously, I pulled out my phone to check the time—it was midnight. The witching hour when spirits are at their most powerful. I couldn't help but sigh, "I came here looking for a way to save myself, and now I'm almost losing my life. What terrible luck." Then an idea struck me like a lifeline; I quickly fished out the Sheepskin Book from my belongings. "If I record this story now, maybe both Hu Fang and I can be saved," I thought as I opened the book to write. But then it hit me—I had left my pen inside the house.
Clenching my fist tightly, I slammed it into the muddy ground beside me and sighed in frustration, "This is truly going to be the end of me!"
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