The King of Curses

Chapter 85 Asking for directions from a fellow villager

Song Yutang seemed to have suffered a sudden serious illness. He fell into a semi-comatose state and his body fell limply to the ground.

Cen Dongsheng supported her and let her lean gently against the tree behind her. He opened her eyelids and saw a pair of eyeballs that were trembling violently and rolling back.

This strange state came suddenly and quickly, without any preparation, which could easily make people feel at a loss, but the experienced Cen Dongsheng could see what was going on at the first glance.

This is the so-called "psychic state". Those who have the qualifications to become a spell-caster but have not yet learned how to refine true Qi and use spells are easily disturbed by the outside world when they are in a haunted house, a spiritual space with a strong yin Qi.

The so-called "having qualifications" is another way of saying "having strong inspiration". Even if these people have not yet acquired the curse, they are born with the ability to see the yin and yang, or can smell and hear bad things.

For all things in the world, information exchange and communication are two-way. These people have keener senses than ordinary people and can capture the remnants of invisible Yin Qi in the air; but unlike real curse masters, they do not have the ability to resist erosion and select harmful information, and can only passively accept it all.

Once the amount of information exceeds the brain's tolerance, the person affected will fall into a coma.

He squatted down and observed Song Yutang's pale face. She was sweating, her brows were furrowed, and her head was shaking slightly. She seemed to be trapped in a deep nightmare that she couldn't extricate herself from.

The advantage of the "psychic state" is that it can allow people to know some information that cannot be understood by ordinary means. He heard that some ghost and fairy-type spells can allow people to actively enter a similar state, thereby capturing the remaining resentment that is difficult to detect in the waking state.

However, Song Yutang is still an ordinary person at present. If she continues like this, it may cause damage to her brain and yang energy.

He waited for a moment, then stretched out a finger and touched the girl's forehead.

"Listen to my voice."

The young man's mouth moved, seemingly making no sound, but he was using "true words" to transmit the sound through the girl's eardrums and into her deep consciousness.

This technique is similar to hypnosis, and the effect is more significant by infusing flowing true Qi into the words.

"Don't look anywhere else, just look at the light... Follow my instructions and walk out of the cave..."

As he spoke, Song Yutang's painful expression improved, and her frowned brows seemed to be slowly smoothed by an invisible, gentle hand.

Seeing that her breathing had calmed down, Cen Dongsheng said in a low voice:
"wake up!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yutang quickly opened his eyes.

The girl kept gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently. She woke up from the nightmare and found herself sweating all over, her sports vest underneath was soaked with sweat.

"Mr. Cen...Mr. Cen..."

She looked at Cen Dongsheng's face, her eyes full of confusion, her messy hair stuck to her forehead, her face pale, and she looked even more lovable than usual.

Cen Dongsheng's attitude remained calm. It was not the first time he took care of someone. He took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, unscrewed the cap, and placed it next to her cracked lips.

"Drink some water and calm down."

“Gu…Gudong…”

Song Yutang did not hesitate for too long. Although being fed water felt like being treated like a child, she no longer cared about being shy. She quickly put her mouth close to the water and took big gulps.

Her throat moved, and drops of crystal clear water flowed down her graceful neck, falling on her lapels and Cen Dongsheng's pants.

"Drink slowly, be careful not to choke."

It was not until he had drunk most of the bottle of mineral water that Song Yutang slowly came to his senses.

She wiped her mouth and nodded to Cen Dongsheng, indicating that she had calmed down.

Cen Dongsheng put the bottle back.

"That was just now..."

Song Yutang asked hesitantly.

She was worried that something might be wrong with her.

Weirdness and crises followed one after another. Being in a supernatural space, full of mysteries that she did not understand, the girl could not help but have wild thoughts and began to pessimistically doubt whether her previous state was the so-called "possession by a ghost".

"This is called the 'psychic state'," he explained. "Affected by the surrounding Yin Qi, certain information will be retained in the nearby magnetic field. You are unconscious because of their influence, and you may even see some residual images from the past."

"Spiritual? Then my body should..."

She subconsciously touched her plump chest, only to feel a sticky sweat on her hand. She felt a subtle sense of embarrassment and shrank back.

"Don't worry, it's normal." Cen Dongsheng squatted in front of her and comforted her, "As long as you wake up in time, there will be no impact."

Hearing this, Song Yutang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Cen. You saved me again..."

"You're welcome. Don't call me Mr. from now on. Since we're in the same school and grade, just call me classmate."

He said.

He doesn't mind helping as long as it is within his ability, no matter how hard he tries.

When he was in Xiaokang Building, there were foreign enemies eyeing him covetously. When he was in Caixin Middle School, he was worried about whether King Pingdeng would awaken early. There were always variables that he had to face alone. This time, he finally encountered a "normal situation".

According to Cen Dongsheng's practice, if there are innocent ordinary people present, he will let them stay in a relatively safe place first and deal with the ghosts himself; or he will choose to take people out first, solve the worries, and then deal with the core ghosts.

“I don’t know if it’s because the haunted house in Shilou Mountain is less closed, but I feel like we should be able to find an exit.”

Cen Dongsheng thought.

In addition, just like when Song Yutang was besieged by ghosts and monkeys, he chose to watch for a while nearby and did not take action immediately, in order to observe whether she had awakening spells; in fact, when he woke her up from the "spiritual state" just now, he also deliberately waited for a while. Based on experience, he controlled this time within the limit that would not cause harm to Song Yutang herself.

As for the reason...

"Student Song, I have something to ask you. You should have seen something while you were unconscious, right?"

He wanted to get more clues.

The psychic state - although it was not the first time he had seen it, this state could not be triggered at any time.

As a formal spell-binding master, his training inspiration is definitely stronger than that of Song Yutang, who is still an ordinary person, but he did not sense any information left at the scene.

The powerful true Qi in Cen Dongsheng's body blocked external invasion, but also cut off the possibility of weak information being transmitted to the brain; and unless they possessed corresponding supernatural powers, ordinary people would not be able to actively enter this state.

"Yes, I saw it."

Song Yutang calmed himself down and began to recall.

"I saw... myself driving a car along the road from the top of the mountain down to the forest below."

"Is there anyone around?"

"No, no, it should be a person... It looked very late, and I drove carefully. But when I was halfway, a monkey suddenly rushed up... It had white hair on its head and stood there hunched over, making me think it was an old man in front of me..."

"I wanted to avoid it, but at that moment, several more jumped down from the nearby trees and smashed the windows with rocks... I lost control of the steering wheel..."

At this point, Song Yutang subconsciously covered her forehead, as if she could feel the pain of the driver who had the car accident before his death.

"……That's it."

The girl looked up at Cen Dongsheng.

"Is that the car stuck between the trees? This memory I saw—"

"Yes, it came from the dead female driver. She was driven to death by those monkeys." "Those monkeys are really scary... Are they still animals?"

Song Yutang still felt a lingering fear when he recalled the ferocious behavior of those white-haired monkeys.

Cen Dongsheng saw it clearly. They were of course monkeys, but they were contaminated with Yin Qi and controlled by some evil spirit.

The demon hidden behind it is probably called "mandrill".

"Then let's..."

"Keep going and get out of this place first."

*
The night is deep and the forest is deep.

The trees growing in the supernatural space are a reflection of reality, but they are different; some are taller, some are more lush, some have hideous and twisted branches like the claws of monsters, and some have twisted lines on the bark, like a cluster of resentful human faces.

At the same time, noises could always be heard in the knee-deep grass and shadowy bushes.

Sometimes it was the sound of footsteps, sometimes it was the rustling sound like a group of mice crawling, and sometimes it was the low sobbing of people...

Sometimes there were flickering ghost lights, and sometimes there were white ghost shadows floating past from the corner of the eye. In the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be countless pairs of evil and cold eyes looking at this side.

In fact, most of these movements are not illusions.

A "haunted house" is a place where negative energy gathers, so it is normal for floating spirits and the like to appear in groups.

Although in Cen Dongsheng's eyes, these weak background boards could not disturb his mood at all, and he even had a special kind of fun that "it looks quite lively"; but for ordinary people who know nothing about it, it obviously takes a lot of courage to walk through this ghostly forest.

Song Yutang looked around nervously. In the end, she could only hold on to the back of Cen Dongsheng's clothes and follow him closely like a child holding on to his parents, for fear of being left behind.

What a nightmare... she thought.

If she were alone, she would probably never be able to get out of this hellhole. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel even more grateful to this "classmate Cen" who had dropped from the sky.

At this moment, the man walking in front suddenly stopped. Song Yutang was a little dazed and almost bumped into his back.

"Another batch is coming."

She heard the young man whisper.

Song Yutang stood on tiptoe and looked around. Several bright beams of flashlight swept across the faces of the two people.

Several men appeared in the forest. The leader was wearing a Zhongshan suit, a soft hat on his head, and holding a shotgun in his hand. He seemed to be patrolling nearby.

"I've seen them!"

Song Yutang quickly reminded in a low voice.

"Before, when a monkey was chasing us, they came out and killed the monkey. They also invited me to visit the village, but... I always felt something was strange, so I didn't go with them..."

She was at a loss for words.

In fact, this group of people had saved her life. Just like Cen Dongsheng in front of her, they were strangers she met for the first time. But why did she think the latter was trustworthy?
Song Yutang didn't understand things like "spiritual perception", so he was a little confused.

"You did the right thing," Cen Dongsheng said. "If you had followed him, I might not have been able to save you."

"Student Cen is saying that they are also ghosts?"

"Yes. Did you notice how they were dressed?"

"...I feel like I'm from the last century. I've only seen it in old photos."

"Yeah. That means they've been dead for decades."

To be precise, it was forty years ago.

He had already remembered that Sister Zhizhen's intelligence had mentioned an incident in which a wild beast injured a person in 1970.

In order to stop the monkey plague, several male villagers from the local Shigou Village Production Brigade organized a monkey-killing team and brought weapons with them. However, they all disappeared in the end. It was only more than ten years later that their remains were discovered. Their bodies were so rotten that they were difficult to restore.

Since then, they have been haunting the forest; after the haunted house came, they appeared as ghosts.

"We...what should we do?"

Song Yutang asked nervously and anxiously.

Cen Dongsheng thought for a moment and replied:

"Of course I'll go ask my fellow villagers for directions."

He said it so easily that the girl behind him couldn't help but be stunned.

"what?"

"They have invited people to the village. I can't refuse such a kind invitation, so I must go and take a look."

"You, you mean we are going to..."

"No, I will go to the village alone. As for you, I will ask for the way down the mountain and then send you out."

"But... aren't they ghosts? Will they answer?"

Cen Dongsheng showed a row of white teeth, and his smile could be described as "sunny and cheerful".

A few days ago, he might not have been able to make such a guarantee. After all, most ghosts act according to their obsessions and are not necessarily afraid of their own destruction. The violence that he is best at may not be useful.

But now, things are different.

"Good evening, fellow villagers. I have something to ask."

He asked Song Yutang to find a corner to hide first, and he walked towards the villagers and waved to them in a friendly manner.

"It's a living person..."

"There are living people..."

"We can't let anyone escape this time..."

Compared to Song Yutang's time, the mood of this group of "fellow villagers" seemed to become more impatient. When they saw Cen Dongsheng appear, they surrounded him, and then -

"boom!"

A ghost shot.

Smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.

Song Yutang, who was hiding behind the tree, turned pale with fright. She covered her mouth tightly and looked at Cen Dongsheng.

……

Cen Dongsheng lowered his head and looked at the hole in his T-shirt and the bloodstains on his skin.

He looked up and smiled even more widely.

"My fellow villagers...are really warm and welcoming. I won't be polite if it's courtesy."

(End of this chapter)