After completing the bizarre game, the world experienced a global resurgence of strange occurrences.

Zhuo Fan instinctively shielded the little skull behind him, and with his other hand, he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out the strange weapon that Chen Zhuo had given him for self-defense.

His muscles were tense as he stared intently at the crows below the steps, ready to face an attack.

Zhuo Fan held his breath and waited for a long time, but the crow remained standing in the same spot.

It still held its head high, its crimson eyes staring straight at him, showing no intention of attacking.

This unusual behavior deepened Zhuo Fan's confusion.

Just as Zhuo Fan was in a daze, the crow suddenly opened its beak.

It spoke like a parrot, its pronunciation strangely clear.

But what it said made Zhuo Fan freeze in place, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

"bottle."

"Underfoot."

"fall!"

The crow's voice was hoarse and strange as it uttered the three words, one word at a time.

After saying that, it started repeating those three words over and over again.

Turning it over and over, there was nothing else but these three cold words.

In the quiet villa area in the early morning, the sound seemed particularly eerie.

Zhuo Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He glanced at the little skull behind him, still baring its teeth at the crow.

I immediately decided to avoid seeing it altogether, and went to buy groceries instead of ignoring the ominous crow.

He held the little skull, carefully hugging the edge of the wall, avoiding the crows below the steps.

Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief only after walking several steps and the crow still hadn't caught up.

But before he could fully exhale, an accident occurred.

An empty plastic bottle suddenly rolled out of the bushes next to him and landed right at Zhuo Fan's feet.

He was walking forward when, without thinking, he stepped squarely on the bottle.

His foot slipped instantly, and Zhuo Fan lost his balance.

"Ouch!"

He cried out in surprise and fell flat on his face.

His back slammed against the edge of the steps, making him wince in pain.

The little skull in his arms didn't fall, and it jumped out and circled around him.

It took Zhuo Fan a long time to recover before he could stand up from the ground, leaning against the wall and limping.

He looked down at the empty plastic bottle at his feet, his mind went blank for a moment.

The words the crow had just spoken echoed wildly in his mind like a curse.

Bottle, feet, tripped!

Everything he had just experienced was exactly as the crow had predicted; it had actually come true!

Zhuo Fan suddenly looked up and gazed again at the crow below the steps.

And the crow was tilting its head to look at him.

It opened its mouth again and uttered new words.

"bike."

"downhill."

"Impact!"

The words were still three cold, distinct syllables, each one carefully uttered and clearly piercing Zhuo Fan's ears.

Zhuo Fan's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He quickly and warily looked around, his heart pounding so hard it felt like his ribs would shatter.

He dared not stay a second longer and just wanted to get away from this evil crow as quickly as possible.

But he had only turned around and run a couple of steps when the crow suddenly flapped its wings and took flight.

It hovered above Zhuo Fan's head, always following his footsteps, refusing to leave.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on him, like an inescapable shadow.

Zhuo Fan panicked completely, grabbed Xiao Lou, and rushed out of the villa's front yard with all his might.

Just as he reached the main road of the villa area, a panicked cry came from beside him.

Zhuo Fan immediately felt a strong sense of foreboding and turned his head sharply to look.

A bicycle was seen rushing down the long slope of the main road like a madman.

The bicycle was moving at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye it rushed in front of Zhuo Fan, about to crash into him hard.

At this critical moment, the little skeleton in Zhuo Fan's arms suddenly darted out.

It slammed its small body hard into Zhuo Fan's leg.

Zhuo Fan staggered and fell to the side, rolling several times on the ground.

The bicycle grazed past his clothes and crashed hard into a lamppost.

Zhuo Fan lay on the ground, his back covered in cold sweat, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

If he had been half a second slower, he probably would have broken his bones.

The boy who had parked his car on the slope turned pale with fright and rushed to Zhuo Fan, apologizing profusely.

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for not parking properly!"

"It's nothing serious. Just be more careful in the future, or you might hurt someone."

Zhuo Fan waved his hand and pushed himself up from the ground.

The boy apologized repeatedly before pushing his damaged bicycle away, looking terrified.

Zhuo Fan stood still, looking up at the sky.

The crow continued to circle above his head, its crimson eyes fixed on him.

It was as if everything that had just happened was within its expectations.

As Zhuo Fan finished speaking, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed window of the ward.

On the security bars of the window sill, a crow with a completely black body and crimson eyes was perched.

It stood there quietly, staring intently at Zhuo Fan through the glass.

Zhuo Fan gritted his teeth, his face showing a mixture of anger and fear.

He turned back and continued speaking to Chen Zhuo.

"Ever since then, that damned crow has been following me."

It kept hovering above my head, repeating the same curse-like words over and over again.

Zhuo Fan's voice carried a hint of lingering fear that he could hardly conceal.

"After the initial curses came true, they were nothing more than minor setbacks."

If you trip and fall, or get hit by something, at most you'll get a scrape; it's nothing serious.

He paused, his expression becoming more serious.

"But as time went on, the curse it spoke of became more and more vicious. After the curse came true, the harm I suffered also became greater and greater."

"If it weren't for Xiao Lou's quick reflexes and how he repeatedly saved me from danger, I probably would have died out there and never seen you again, Brother."

His voice carried a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

Zhuo Fan took a deep breath and began to recount the last, and most dangerous, curse.

"When I finished buying groceries and was carrying my things back to the villa, that damned crow opened its mouth again."

The gist of this curse is that I died after being hit by a car.

I was standing on the side of the road, watching the cars go by, and I was almost in despair.

Zhuo Fan scratched his head, a proud smile appearing on his face.

"But the old saying is true: you never know your potential until you push yourself. Faced with this situation, I also pushed myself."

My mind raced, and suddenly it dawned on me. The curse that the damned crow spoke of was, in a way, a prophecy.

Since it predicted what would happen, I'll follow its instructions and desperately avoid the risks, plus the magical artifact you gave me, bro.

As Zhuo Fan spoke, he pointed to the gauze wrapped around his head.

"In the end, although they couldn't completely escape the curse, the truck still went out of control and rushed over."

But at least I changed the outcome; I didn't die directly as it predicted.

I was thrown out by the blast wave, hit a wall, and was unconscious for a day; even my phone was smashed.

After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief, and the ward fell silent for a few seconds.

After a moment of silence, Chen Zhuo asked Zhuo Fan again.

"You said Little Skull left the villa with you, but why haven't I seen it come out? Where is it now?"