Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio
Ge Fei had a very professional look on his face. "I think it's because you have deep resentment and have been controlled by others for a long time, which led to memory loss."
"Who is it! Who hurt me, why can't I remember?" The female ghost sitting across from her began to contort, twisting like rubber clay into an unrecognizable shape, and finally...finally transformed into the same appearance as yesterday, even more so.
At this moment, her entire body was covered in maggots, thoroughly wrapping her up. Where the maggots crawled, only a faint outline of her incomplete body could be seen, with flesh still hanging from her bones. Although she appeared semi-transparent, it was enough to instill fear.
The scene at this moment is even more terrifying than yesterday's, I subconsciously grasped Ge Fei's arm, the female ghost in front of me had her face surrounded by maggots, only revealing two eyeless eyes, still oozing blood.
A warm hand covered my eyes, and Ge Fei's voice sounded in my ear: "If you're afraid, don't look."
"Who am I! Who am I! I want to escape, I want to escape!" The female ghost's mournful voice echoed throughout the house.
I heard Ge Fei muttering something, seemingly "Ji Ji Ru Lü Ling" or something? Isn't this a Daoist's trick?
Bang! It seemed like something had shattered, and the female ghost's wail was no longer so mournful. Ge Fei's hand gently moved away from my eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes, and the female ghost regained her beautiful appearance, gently supporting her forehead and saying: "I...remembered...my name is Fang Zhiling."
"Ah, it's Fang Zhiling! But from the Fang family of Yulin." Upon hearing Fang Zhiling's words, Ge Fei's face changed greatly, and he asked.
Fang Zhi Ling was also surprised: "You know?"
"Uh-huh, the Fang family and our family are also considered old friends."
My mind is a mess, damn it, this thing is getting more and more confusing. Maybe because Fang Zhi Ling looks relatively normal now, and Ge Fei is by my side, I've got the guts to ask out loud: "Miss Fang, last night you tried to kill me, saying something about finally being able to leave, what's...what's going on? You're the owner of that apartment, but..."
As I looked up and down at Fang Zhi Ling's clothes, the apartment was built no more than ten years ago, but Fang Zhi Ling's outfit was clearly from twenty or thirty years ago. If she were an actress, which actress would dress like this at home?
Only then did she realize I was staring at her, shaking her head and saying: "I am not the owner of that apartment. I was murdered a long, long time ago and after my death, I was inexplicably locked up. As for how I ended up in Cuiminyuan, I don't know why I went there either. All I could hear was a voice telling me to kill her... then you can leave this room. Until last night, when a ghost who looked just like you appeared..."
She glanced at Ge Fei and it was clear that the ghost she was talking about was Ge Fei's dead brother.
He then continued: "It was he who tore off the talisman that was stuck to my skirt, so I could appear before you last night."
"No... he's not a ghost, if he were, it would be impossible for him to tear off the talisman on my body." Fang Zhi said with furrowed brows, looking puzzled.
Ge Fei's face suddenly turned ugly: "He... is indeed not a ghost."
"He's not a ghost, what is he? Not that... I was going to say, didn't Ge Fei previously say something about owing his twin brother an apology, so if the man in leather isn't a ghost, what could he be? Seeing Fang Zhen's cleverness, I shut my mouth."
She thought for a moment before answering me: "He might be a living soul. Although I've been sealed in that house all along, I still know the difference between living and dead souls."
"What does that mean? I clearly saw him yesterday and even passed through his body, feeling a chill to the bone!" I expressed my inner doubts.
Fang Zhi Ling also hesitated in her response: "Maybe... his body is still alive."
