Chapter 33 Verse 11

  Chengzhou suddenly shuddered, opened his eyes and looked at the wall in front of him, then glanced around.

  Honestly speaking, the original owner decorated this house really well.

  The approximately eight-square-meter bathroom is divided into two parts, one half is a toilet with a dressing table and the other half is a bathroom with a bathtub. The two are separated by a frosted glass door. Not only are the walls inlaid with beautiful ceramic tiles, but also the ceiling and floor are decorated, and the marble washbasin below is made into a cabinet.

  It's so cold! Cheng Zhou shivered and hurried to finish up. Normally, he didn't feel that his home was this cold, but when he was alone, he suddenly felt that the house was really big, empty, and especially gloomy and chilly.

  Although he didn't want to admit it, he really started missing that annoying little brat. With him around, the whole house seemed much more lively.

  Flush the toilet, drag his feet to the sink to wash his hands, after washing his hands, he pulled over a towel hanging on the wall to wipe his hands. Throughout the process, Cheng's eyes didn't glance at the dresser mirror that occupied the entire wall.

  No way, from childhood to adulthood, I've heard too many rumors about looking into mirrors at midnight, so even in a daze, this person still subconsciously avoids eye contact with the mirror.

  Chengzhou turned around and reached out to pull the bathroom door.

  Huh? ... The door, I just closed it?

  Thought for a while and couldn't remember, just felt dizzy earlier.

  One pull, didn't open.

  Is it deducted?

  Chengzhou's mind cleared up a bit. He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, but it wasn't buttoned up.

  Pull again, still can't pull it open.

  Stuck?

  He became much clearer now, originally one hand is now changed to two hands.

  Pull harder. It's not open.

  Strain again. Not moving at all.

  How can it be so tight? Won't it break?

  Chengzhou had no choice but to crouch down and look if something was stuck in the gap under the door.

  "Whoosh."

  In the cramped bathroom, this voice sounds particularly clear.

  Cheng Zhou's body jerked reflexively and he lifted his head to look in the direction of the bathtub.

  That sound sounds like the shower curtain being pulled open no matter how you listen to it.

  Separated by a frosted glass, nothing can be seen clearly.

  "Who?" Cheng Zhou stood up, feeling cold and his head became extremely clear. He realized he had taken off his jacket earlier.

  No one answered him. The small space was so quiet that no sound could be heard except for the heartbeat in his ears, which gradually grew louder.

  The man took a deep breath.

  Has what was supposed to come finally arrived?

  I'm not afraid! Hmph!

  Cheng Zhou leaned against the wall, unable to help himself, his legs were a bit weak.

  Nothing's wrong, definitely nothing's wrong, it's already been two weeks and nothing's happened. Maybe the ventilation window inside was opened too wide, the strong wind blew the shower curtain, that must be it!

  Chengzhou, you mustn't be suspicious of gods and ghosts, people scare people to death, remember!

  After comforting himself for a while, he finally felt his legs could exert strength again.

  "Who's inside? Is it you, Little He?"

  Cheng Chou loudly asked questions while picking up the long-handled toilet plunger from the corner of the wall, shaking and crouching down, slowly walking to the bathroom door, stretching out his right hand to suddenly pull open the bathroom door, his body immediately retreating three or four steps in a defensive posture.

  Quietly, there was nothing unusual in the bathroom.

  Nothing "popped out", nor did anything strange happen.

  Cheng Zhou couldn't help but mock himself upon hearing his own heavy breathing.

  See, I told you nothing's going on!

  The man let out a breath, to boost his courage, and also turned on the bathroom light on the wall. He didn't enter until it was lit up, only to look up and see that the shower curtain had been pulled aside.

  He remembered that in order to prevent mold from growing on the shower curtain, his family would always pull it back after showering to let it air dry quickly.

  It must have been blown away by the wind.

  Cheng Chou looked at the small ventilation window and opened a slit as usual. A thread of cold wind seeped out from the slit.

  Cheng Chou thought for a moment, then walked over and stepped on the bathtub to close the ventilation window tightly.

  After finishing this matter, the man let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, pulling the frosted glass door shut behind him.

  But just as he turned off the bathroom light, "Whoosh", a clear sound of pulling the shower curtain came from the bathroom.

  "Ah." Cheng Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

  Almost without thinking, Cheng Zhou turned on the light, pulled open the door, grabbed a long-handled toilet plunger and rushed in.

  "I'll beat you to death, you damn scary son of a bitch!"

  There is no one and nothing abnormal exists.

  Apart from the bath curtain pulled to one side.

  "Ah! Ah!" The bathroom echoed with Cheng Chou's violent gasps.

  "Since you like the shower curtain pulled to one side, then it's fine. I'm going to sleep now, don't disturb me! Otherwise, tomorrow I'll have a Taoist priest come and take you away, did you hear that?" The man let out a loud, yet somewhat shaky yell.

  He swallowed hard and took another look around the bathroom, making sure there was nothing out of place, before slowly putting down the toilet plunger he had picked up.

  The man let out a long sigh and thought that if he had known it would be like this, he might as well have let He Sheng move in tonight and gotten the shock over with.

  Wiping away non-existent cold sweat, Cheng Zhou walked out of the bathroom and turned around to pull up the frosted glass door separating it from the toilet.

  "Whoosh."

  The shower curtain was pulled up in front of him.

  Chengzhou's eyes widened in surprise.

  I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all.

  The man stared at the shower curtain, wondering if there would be any other changes.

  Just as the man was staring at the shower curtain, someone behind him upstairs was also staring at him...

  After waiting for half a day without any movement, Cheng Zhou plucked up the courage to step into the bathroom again, tightly grasping his only weapon as he stood in front of the bathtub.

  The curtain was pulled open and slowly pulled back in front of him.

  Chengzhou involuntarily took a step back.

  The bathtub was empty. There was no blood gushing out, nor were there any bloody stains or marks; everything looked perfectly ordinary.

  "Whoosh!"

  The shower head suddenly opened and a large amount of cold water poured onto Cheng Chou's face.

  So frightened that he was unable to cry out.

  Chengzhou opened his mouth, shook his lips and retreated backwards, he even forgot to close the water gate due to his usual frugal nature.

  He remembered.

  The security guard told me that the second person who died in this house also slipped and fell to death in the bathroom.

  He also remembered that He Sheng had told him that this was why the original owner had renovated the bathroom and toilet so well. Because the bloodstains on the cement floor couldn't be washed away, they could only be covered up by applying another layer, and to thoroughly cover it up, tiles were stuck on.

  No wonder others' elderly would fall and die. Seeing such a situation in front of oneself, how many people can remain calm?

  Perhaps the old lady saw these and was frightened to death while running out!

  Go find the security guard and take a look...

  Chengzhou's mind was left with only this thought.

  Once you get out of this door, everything will be fine.

  At this moment, he suddenly felt as if there was a gaze in the bathroom watching him, and it was right beside him.

  Illusion... it must be an illusion!

  Cheng Zhou didn't want to turn his head, but his gaze involuntarily glanced sideways.

  There is a person lying on the ground.

  Suddenly, an old lady with a dead fish-like gaze appeared on the brick floor where there was nothing before.

  The old woman, who was wearing very little clothing and had a corpse-like complexion, stared at him with a pair of dead fish-like eyes.

  Chengzhou's lips pursed, wanting to cry but unable to; wanting to shout, also unable to.

  No wonder there are specialized training programs abroad for people to scream as a self-defense measure. Now, he feels like a mute person.

  The old lady lying on the brick floor stared at him, and gradually, an expression appeared on her stupid face, as if it was yearning. The small eyes wrapped in heavy eye bags also slowly emitted a strange light.

  It's as if someone was charging this shapeless and meaningless ghost, and the originally unconscious ghost had a clear consciousness under the manipulation of an unknown person.

  The old lady's hand on her side slowly rose and stretched towards Cheng Zhou's direction, as if hoping that he could help her up.

  Chengzhou stared at that hand.

  Pale, dry, and wrinkled, as if all the blood and flesh had been sucked out, leaving only a layer of skin wrapped around the skeleton.

  I must be dreaming... right, I'm dreaming, I'm still asleep, I'll go back to bed and continue sleeping, when I wake up it will all be over.

  Chengzhou turned his head, as if he hadn't seen the old lady turn her head ninety degrees, and even more so, as if he hadn't seen that one-third of her forehead had sunken into her skull.

  Fell down, neck twisted and broken, forehead smashed against the edge of the bathtub...

  The original landlord is really weird, isn't a shower enough? Why buy a bathtub? Is it the tenant's request?

  Chengzhou's eyes were dull and his mind was wandering aimlessly, thinking about things that had no head or tail.

  That's right! This old lady is... is the one who died in this bathroom!

  Chengzhou didn't know whether he was frightened silly or stunned, but he actually forgot to escape and instead pulled over the bath towel hanging on the wall, turned his head, and walked to the old lady's front with a wooden puppet-like gait to cover her half-naked body.

  The old lady's right hand trembled as if begging for something.

  Chengzhou's gaze fell on the hand again, and slowly, he stretched out his hand towards the old lady...

  Hong Ye sat contentedly on the steps, belching with satisfaction.

  The hospital didn't know if it was established for a long time, he searched and found quite a lot of delicious food.

  However, there is also one that he can't move for the time being, and its strength seems to be no less than that of the one hiding in his home.

  It's not that he can't handle it, but rather he thinks it's unnecessary to waste energy on handling it. Moreover, he doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention before he has recovered most of his strength.

  The world has changed...

  The red leaves looked out at the sky from the window of the corridor.

  What was his original world like? He still remembers...

  Endless fields, scattered thatched cottages, bustling towns, men and women with long hair, people lived simple lives back then, with reverence for ghosts and gods.

  The world now...

  Although he was asleep, it didn't mean that he knew nothing. In his sleep, he would occasionally open his eyes to take a look at the world.

  He just slept for too long, so long that he couldn't remember who he was, or who sealed him on that small island, and how long he had been sealed.

  Something is preventing him from remembering, something is trying to stop his awakening through various means.

  That tree demon is the most obvious one! However, that tree demon also seems to not know who he really is, only following the orders of his original master and carrying them out thoroughly.

  Who is the master of that tree spirit... Why can't I remember?

  How despicable this bastard is! How could I have forgotten it? Is it because my heart is too broad, or is that bastard not worthy of fear?

  Who in this world has the ability to seal me away?

  Although the red leaves still can't remember who they are, their arrogant and self-centered personality has already been deeply ingrained in their subconscious mind. In their subconscious mind, there is no existence in this world that can be stronger than them!

  And then there was Chengzhou... Hongye closed her eyes and savored the memory.

  A useless human being, yet having an incomparably beautiful taste.

  If he were living in the past, this kind of person would absolutely become the best sacrificial offering for all kinds of gods, ghosts and demons.

  Gods can use his body to refine elixirs, ghosts and demons want his essence to increase their power, and demons will probably devour even his soul.

  It's strange how he can live safely until now?

  Was it really like he said, that he started being "unlucky" after meeting himself?

  What is the relationship between his current change and the unsealing of his own seal?

  What exactly did Cheng do to break his seal? Why was he able to break it?

  The red leaves suddenly opened their eyes.

  Damn it! Someone is actually moving his main course!

  Chengzhou suddenly shrank his hand and turned around to run as soon as he bumped into the old lady.

  Bang!

  The man's forehead crashed heavily into the folding door of the bathroom.

  Pull with all your might! Pull with all your strength! Pull like crazy!

  "Open the door! Open the door!" He shouted loudly while pulling.

  "Help! Help!" Cheng Chou pulled out his throat and shouted loudly, hoping someone could hear him.

  Now he doesn't care if it will be damaged or broken, using his hands to pull, his feet to kick, and his body to knock against the door.

  The folding door made a cracking sound, but it just couldn't be opened!

  My ankle feels cool.

  Cheng Chou lowered his head.

  One hand grasped his ankle. A face that looked very familiar, one he had just seen a moment ago...

  Chengzhou lifted his foot, but somehow he couldn't kick it down.

  No matter if it's a human or a ghost, after all, it's an old lady, a skinny old lady with only skin and bones left, how can Cheng Zhou bear to kick her?

  I... don't want to die...

  Save me... I don't want to die...

  I don't want to die either!

  "Let go! Let me go! Can you hear me?!"

  The old lady seemed to sense something, raised her head and stared at Cheng Chou tightly, her hands grasping even tighter.

  Chengzhou shivered, feeling as if all the blood in his body was flowing towards the ankle that had been caught.

  This feeling... he remembers!

  "No——!" Cheng Zhou's two feet were caught.

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