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The surrounding lawns are dotted with various small animal statues, including rabbits, Dumbo, tigers, and elves, as well as swings and a carousel, making it a truly pleasant children's leisure park.

For some reason, driven by a strange instinct, Zhang Wen came to the edge of the pool. Looking at the seven little angel statues on the artificial rockery, he suddenly had a strange feeling. He suddenly felt that the seven little angel statues seemed to be spouting water while staring at him.

He suddenly felt a strange dizziness. The surrounding scenery seemed to turn red in an instant, a blood-red expanse! He involuntarily turned his head and looked into the pool. Good heavens, he could hardly believe his eyes. He saw that the seven small angel statues in the center of the pool were covered in blood. Streams of blood were gushing from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses. Their faces instantly became extremely ferocious. They all stared fiercely at Zhang Wen. With a whoosh, they opened their bloody mouths at the same time and spat out seven terrifying jets of blood, which flew towards Zhang Wen's head and face from different directions!

Zhang Wen screamed and closed his eyes, collapsing to the ground involuntarily. Strangely, he did not feel any blood spraying onto him.

At the same time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Wen, "Mr. Zhang, you're alright. What you just saw was just an illusion." The voice seemed very distant, and he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

He opened his eyes in fear and looked behind him. The voice came from a man wearing a straw hat and a white shirt. It was the same mysterious middle-aged man in a straw hat that Zhang Wen had seen in the flower shop that day.

"Get up, Mr. Zhang. I've been looking for you for the past two days. I never expected to see you here today. I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to find you." The man in the straw hat helped Zhang Wen up. When Zhang Wen looked again at the group of little angel statues in the fountain, they had returned to normal. Their faces had also returned to their original state, with joyful, happy, and mischievous expressions, celebrating the water spraying as if nothing had happened.

"Just now... just now I clearly saw them bleeding, and they even sprayed blood at me... how come... it's gone now?" Zhang Wen said, pointing to the pool.

"That's because of your bad luck, the result of being haunted by demonic energy. Just now, it was merely a few low-level spirits flying by trying to scare you. They've already flown away, so don't be afraid. They just like playing pranks. Mr. Zhang, your real crisis is the great calamity that will befall you within three days. If you want to save yourself, come find me tomorrow afternoon at the address in my letter." The mysterious man in the straw hat finished speaking, handed a letter to Zhang Wen, gave him a mysterious smile, and then turned and left. He quickly disappeared from Zhang Wen's sight.

Zhang Wen stood there stunned for several minutes before he came to his senses. He found a long bench, sat down, opened the letter, and began to read.

Mr. Zhang: Hello!

That day, I saw Brother Zhang in the flower shop looking extremely unwell, with a demonic aura surrounding him. It seemed he was destined for a bloody calamity within three days. Brother Zhang might be killed by a demon. Tomorrow night at midnight is a night that occurs only once every five hundred years—the night the three Heavenly Demon Stars shine brightly, while the thirteen Taiji Stars dim—a night when demons ascend to heaven and transform into evil gods. Using my spiritual compass, I saw that this year, a demon with a thousand years of cultivation will emerge from the mountains in Hong Kong. Tomorrow night, this demon possesses the terrifying power to transform humans into demons and ghosts into evil spirits. If it successfully performs its ascension ritual, it will transform into an evil god/demon immortal, possessing boundless power, and ascend to the heavens. At that time, it will be impossible to eliminate it.

During the ascension ceremony tomorrow night, it will transform one hundred ordinary people into demons. Therefore, it will unleash a massacre at New Kangli Hospital tomorrow night. Because you are too deeply involved in this matter, it will definitely come for you. So you must come here to see me at noon tomorrow. Otherwise, you will surely die!

The man in the straw hat, who was actually a highly skilled person from the mainland, was the head of the Fengyun Sect of the Maoshan School in Jiangxi Province. Zhang Wen looked at the letter and felt that a terrible calamity was about to befall him.

A gentle breeze blew past him, and he involuntarily turned around to look. The breeze seemed to be coming from a chubby little pig statue on the lawn behind him. It seemed to be standing there, laughing and facing Zhang Wen, and it looked golden in the sunlight.

"Bless me, God," Zhang Wen murmured to himself, turning back and closing his eyes.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind: Could Master Wuyun defeat this demonic spirit tomorrow night? Could he win?

He recalled Father Wright's words: there are only two outcomes for exorcists: victory or death.

A chill ran through him. He felt afraid again.

Father Mott returned to church to handle the formalities for his trip to Italy the next day. At 2 p.m., the friend who had bought the plane ticket called to tell Father Mott that there was a flight to Rome, Italy at 6 p.m. that evening, and that there were empty seats due to ticket cancellations, and asked if Father Mott needed them.

Father Mott was overjoyed upon hearing this; the tragic death of Father Wright the previous night made him not want to stay a minute longer. He immediately ordered tickets.

"Great, I can finally leave this awful place." After hanging up the phone, Father Mott tried calling Zhang Wen's cell phone several times to let him know. But for some reason, he couldn't get through, only getting a blank answer each time. Father Mott assumed that Zhang Wen had simply turned off his phone.

“Demon, I will definitely invite even more powerful priests to deal with you. Your end has come,” Father Mott muttered to himself.

An hour later, his friend delivered the plane ticket. Father Mott quickly began packing. He prepared the necessary documents, including his passport, ID card, plane ticket, and wallet, and put them in his bra. At the same time, Dean Jia called to say that he had contacted the priests and parishioners in Rome, and someone would pick him up at the airport and arrange his itinerary.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Father Mott had already set off and was waiting for a taxi at the church entrance. A red taxi drove towards him in the sunlight, and Father Mott quickly waved it down. Once inside, the driver was a burly man with a mustache and sharp eyes.

"Father, where are we going?"

"To the airport!" The taxi quickly responded and drove off toward the new airport in the direction of Lantau Island.

During the journey, the exhausted Father Mott fell asleep in the car. He seemed to have a dream in which he arrived at the Rome airport, where a group of experienced exorcist priests were welcoming him. One of them looked like Wright, and another looked like Zhang Wen.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [46]: "Don't worry, that demon is doomed, doomed, we will defeat it." The group of priests hugged Father Mott as they spoke. The surrounding area was filled with golden sunlight, a bright and warm scene... Father Mott suddenly felt someone shaking him, which startled him from his dream. He opened his eyes and saw that it was the mustachioed driver pushing him.

"Father, Father, we've arrived at the airport."

Father Mott quickly turned to look out of the car. The taxi had stopped next to the magnificent new airport building, which shone with a golden brilliance in the twilight sun. Every now and then, in the distant sky where the mountains and the sea met, planes roared up and down, a truly spectacular sight!

“Thank you!” Father Mott said, reaching into his bodice for his wallet. But as soon as his hand entered the pocket, his expression changed drastically; he froze. His face stiffened. Good heavens, it was empty! Nothing at all! His wallet, passport, plane ticket—everything was gone! He remembered perfectly clearly that he had put all those things in his bodice before leaving home!

"Damn it!" Father Mott quickly pulled his hand back and frantically searched his entire body and luggage, but still couldn't find anything. Good heavens, his wallet, plane ticket, and passport had all mysteriously disappeared.

"Father, what's wrong?" The mustachioed driver had already noticed that his passenger was acting strangely.

"I...I've lost my plane ticket and wallet!" Father Mott cried out. He frantically searched his entire body and luggage again, but still found nothing!

"Are you going to stay in the church?" the mustachioed driver asked.

"No, no, I remember it very clearly!" Father Mott said anxiously. He remembered that he seemed to have drunk a cup of strong tea before leaving, but he couldn't recall if he had taken it out carelessly while drinking the tea.

Father Mott glanced at his watch; it was already 4:45. If he went back and found it quickly, he might still have enough time to catch his flight.

"Driver, can you take me back to the Seven Dragons Church quickly? Maybe I forgot where I am?" Father Mott hurriedly called out.

"Okay, Father!" The mustachioed driver quickly turned the car around and sped back along the original route.

After passing through several long overpasses, the taxi arrived at a long undersea tunnel.

After passing the toll booth, the taxi quickly entered the tunnel. Rows of lights on the walls and ceiling of the huge tunnel illuminated the entire tunnel, and large exhaust fans hanging at intervals were eerily changing the air inside.

For some reason, after the mustachioed driver entered the tunnel, he found the entire winding tunnel road completely empty, with not a single vehicle in sight. Only his car sped along alone.

"Strange, I can't see a single car," the man with the mustache muttered to himself. It wasn't late at night, it was rush hour, this couldn't be happening! His car had already entered the middle of the tunnel's depths; the exit ahead was nowhere to be seen, and the entrance behind had disappeared around the bend. But the tunnel remained completely empty!

Suddenly, with a loud "whoosh," the taxi veered sharply as if possessed, veering uncontrollably towards the wall on its left. With a resounding "thud," the car slammed sideways against the wall, creating a terrifyingly loud crash!

"What's going on?" the mustachioed driver shrieked. He hadn't even turned the steering wheel, so how could the car have automatically turned and crashed into the wall?

Before he could finish screaming, with a loud "bang," the antenna at the back of the taxi inexplicably exploded on its own, shattering into fragments amidst the flames and scattering in all directions! The sharp, ear-piercing explosion echoed through the tunnel!

At the same time, the lights on both sides of the tunnel ceiling suddenly emitted a terrifying high-voltage electric sound, and in an instant all the lights automatically turned up to their brightest and brightest! They turned into patches of fiery red, like fresh blood, which was extremely terrifying!

With a series of terrifying explosions, the surrounding lights, having reached an eerily bright level, couldn't withstand the excessive voltage and inexplicably began to explode automatically! The explosions were deafening, like a machine gun! In an instant, the tunnel was filled with flashes of light and flying debris, cascading down like a waterfall! Like a nightmare, the mustachioed driver and Father Mott screamed in terror, covering their ears. After the explosions, all the lights went out, plunging the tunnel area into complete darkness.

"Damn it, this is unbelievable!" The mustachioed driver opened the car door, intending to go out and check the damage. He had barely taken two steps when suddenly a huge white fog surged from the darkness ahead. Before he could even react, the fog had instantly engulfed them like a flood, plunging them into a bizarre, misty sea of fog—a truly strange sight!

“Strange,” the mustachioed driver said, and was about to step towards the front of the car when suddenly a thicker plume of luminous white smoke surged from the fog, instantly enveloping him. Before Father Mott inside the car could even recover, “with a whoosh,” the mustachioed driver suddenly let out a long, agonizing scream, and his entire figure vanished into the white smoke! The scream also instantly flew far away from the taxi, disappearing into the white fog! It was utterly terrifying!

The scream terrified Father Mott, leaving him utterly terrified! A chill ran through him, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest! He screamed and looked out of the car. After the scream, he saw the mustachioed driver vanish in the dissipating white smoke and light! Only a few splatters of blood remained on the windshield, a truly horrifying sight! It was as if he had been instantly carried away and killed by a terrifying force within the white smoke!

"Driver! Driver!" Father Mott screamed in terror, but there was no response. The only answer he received was the deathly white fog that filled the darkness outside the car!

"No! No! I don't want to die! God, save me!" Father Mott tried to push open the back door in terror, but found that he couldn't open it no matter what he did; the door seemed to have suddenly broken down on its own!

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that in the dark, foggy open space behind the car, with a whoosh, a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from the ground, and a white-clad ghost emerged from the smoke. His hands, raised like a zombie's, silently slid along the ground towards Father Mott. In an instant, he was behind him!

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [47]: Father Mott, who was screaming, suddenly felt a cold air rushing from behind him. Before he could react, a terrible, echoing devilish laugh suddenly rang out behind him. He couldn't help but turn his head and saw that with a whoosh, two terrible white bone skeletal claws had pierced through the car window next to him and suddenly clamped hard on his neck.

Father Ammod let out a horrifying scream as his neck was instantly gripped tightly. He looked out of the car, and to his horror, the figure with two terrifying skeletal hands gripping him was none other than the deceased monk Zhang Xinyan. Large clumps of blood were streaming down his half-disfigured face from his pale temple! His remaining eyes glowed a terrifying red, and his half-open mouth was gushing blood as he glared menacingly at Ammod outside the car! Good heavens, he had become a demon!

"No!" Father Mott screamed frantically, desperately pulling back the skeletal ghost hands that were binding him. With a whoosh, he tore off the two ghost hands that were stuck around his neck, grabbed the two bloody ghost hands, and collapsed onto the sofa! At the same time, the evil ghost of Zhang Xinyan, who had lost both arms, let out a strange scream outside the car, and the entire ghost disappeared in a gust of wind!

"No! No!" Father Mott screamed, throwing away the two bloody arms! He screamed incessantly, terrified. My God, how could Zhang Xinyan's ghost be so terrifying! Before he could even come to his senses, the sofa behind him inexplicably began to undulate on its own, then with a "whoosh," it split open, spewing out large clumps of human blood along with swarms of dead spiders, instantly splattering Father Mott's body red. Father Mott screamed and swayed to avoid it!

A red light flashed in the misty sky ahead!

At the same time, with a "whoosh," the red taxi carrying Father Mott inexplicably started moving on its own, heading towards the red light in mid-air twenty meters ahead through the white fog.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Father Mott could only scream in terror, paralyzed in the car! At the same time, the car automatically stopped in front of the red light!

In an instant, Father Mott also saw what the red light hanging in the air was! He was terrified the moment he saw it, his whole body trembling with fear! This red light in the misty air was actually a gigantic, enormous eye, its red glow radiating from the eerie pupil—utterly terrifying! This enormous, demonic eye, glowing red, was staring menacingly at Father Mott below. At the same time, it emitted heavy, devilish breathing sounds from all directions: "Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!"

"No...no...I won't do it again..." Father Mott was so terrified by this unprecedented and enormous scene that he was completely stunned and unable to move!

"Thump, thump..." At the same time, the giant demonic eye suddenly responded, its pupils heaving as if something terrifying was about to burst forth! The giant demonic eye seemed to tremble violently, its pupils shimmering and pulsating, as if something terrifying was about to leap from it! The demonic eye seemed to tremble and pulsate, its pupils shimmering and pulsating, as if something terrifying was about to leap out!

With a loud "bang," before the stunned Father Mott could react, the enormous, tree-thick, blood-soaked green ghostly hand, accompanied by a series of loud "hoarse-hoarse-hoarse" sounds, smashed through the windshield. With lightning speed, its demonic claws snapped shut on Father Mott's face and neck. Father Mott let out an unprecedented scream. Before his scream could even finish, a terrifying "crack!" ripped upwards, tearing off Father Mott's neck and face skin in an instant, blood gushing out like a fountain! Flesh and blood flew everywhere, a truly horrific sight! Father Mott, his skinless, bone-and-skinned face emitting a final, long scream, collapsed and died on the spot… "Hahaha!" With a series of eerie, demonic laughs echoing through the mist, the long, terrifying giant ghostly hand and the enormous demonic eye in the mist slowly and automatically vanished into the smoke!

At the same time, the red taxi suddenly and automatically rose into the air above the tunnel, then exploded in mid-air with a "boom," turning into a ball of green fire! Instantly illuminating the entire dark tunnel, the taxi then fell back to the ground with a "thud," and then burned into a ball of green flame. Father Mott's body and the car burned horribly in the fire, casting a green glow on the surroundings. The demon let out a sinister laugh as it departed in the dissipating fog! ⅰⅰⅰ⒌ 谑客砩鲜闶保盼恼7Φ靥稍诎旃夷谛菹ⅲ蝰弧傲濉激激币徽蟮缁傲迳炝似鹄矗〔恢危庹罅迳斓酶裢饧笨欤孟蟪渎幌橹滓谎?

Zhang Wen picked up the phone. "Hello! What's up?"

"Brother Wen, it's me, A-Shi!" came the voice of his assistant, Zhu Mingshi, over the phone. His voice carried an ominous undertone.

"What's the matter?"

"I have some bad news for you. Father Mott has died. He died about three or four hours ago in a traffic accident in the undersea tunnel leading to the airport!"

"What?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen suddenly stood up from the sofa, his whole body stiffening instantly. "How did he die?"

"Judging from the scene, the accident was caused by the taxi hitting the wall, which caused the fuel tank to explode. Father Mott's body was burned beyond recognition. We identified him from his passport, plane ticket, and identity card found on the body at the scene. However, there is something really strange!"

"What's strange?"

“If we’re talking about the degree of charring of the body, his passport, plane ticket, and other documents should have been burned black as well. But we found these documents on his charred body completely undamaged, as if they were brand new. The plane ticket even had the flight number to Rome for 6 p.m. tonight written on it! Brother Wen, this is really strange!” Zhu Mingshi continued.

"No...no..." Zhang Wen screamed, instinctively throwing the phone aside and collapsing onto the sofa. He understood what was happening. It must have been the evil spirit from New Conley Hospital that killed Father Mott, and this terrifying force wouldn't let Father Mott leave! Nor would it allow anyone connected to this to leave Hong Kong. A tremendous terror rose within him, instantly crushing any remaining courage he might have had.

Only then did he realize that even if he wanted to leave Hong Kong, he couldn't, because the terrifying supernatural force at New Hong Lee Hospital wouldn't let him go. He had become too deeply involved in this matter.

He only had one choice left.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [48]: That's so long!

---shenhz00593

Reply [49]: Around 10 a.m. the next day, Zhang Wen drove through a winding road to the entrance of Dalong Village in Qiqishan, a remote village near the Shenzhen border.

This is a rural village with about thirty households nestled at the foot of a large, green forest. After parking his car, Zhang Wen walked along the broken, moss-covered stone steps into the small village.

Clearly, this was a village rarely visited; even the most luxurious villas were eerily deserted. Only a few large, ferocious dogs, some children playing, and a few elderly people sitting blankly at the entrances of the houses were present. It was obvious that most of the adults in the village had left to work elsewhere. The entire village gave Zhang Wen a sense of decay, decline, and ruin.

With directions from a villager, Zhang Wen found village house number 733 at the very end of the village. This village house number 733 was originally a four-story old villa that had been abandoned by many people and was located alone in the Dalong Village cluster, surrounded by a banana grove and rolling hills behind the village.

Under the blindingly hot sun, Zhang Wen felt unbearably hot all over; even the cracked stone slabs on the road reflected sunlight that hurt his eyes.

After walking along the long village road, Zhang Wen finally arrived at the lonely villa at No. 733. The villa looked very dilapidated. There was a pile of broken stone lion statues lying crookedly at the entrance, indicating that the villa once had a glorious history, but it had obviously been abandoned for some unknown reason. There was no one in sight at the red wooden gate and the courtyard wall; it seemed quiet and deserted.

"Is anyone there?" Zhang Wen called out as he pushed open the wooden gate to the courtyard. An open space appeared before him, in which stood a huge bronze incense burner filled with burning incense. On the ground to the left and right of the burner stood a statue of Arhat Vajra, with a lamp pillar next to each statue. The top of each pillar was a lotus-shaped lamp enclosed by a square transparent lampshade.

The man in the straw hat was sitting in front of a statue of Arhat Vajra, burning a large pile of paper money in an iron bucket. At this moment, a mountain wind blew by, and the burning paper money flew into the air like flying flowers, which was inexplicably mysterious!

“I’m here, Master!” Zhang Wen walked over and noticed that the air here was much cooler than outside.

The mysterious man in the straw hat didn't turn to look at Zhang Wen. He looked up at the flames of paper money falling all around him, as if he were surrounded by a shower of sparks. Then he said in a deep voice, "The wind has no constant shape, the water has no constant flow, fortune and misfortune are hard to predict, and life is unpredictable. You've come ahead of time."

"I...I..." Zhang Wen said with a wry smile. He couldn't bring himself to say the word "fear," after all, he was a policeman!

The man in the straw hat continued, "I knew you would come. What is destined is hard to change. From the day I saw you at the flower shop, I knew this day would come. Do you know that I saved your life that morning?"

"That mysterious ringing was from you!" Zhang Wen then recalled that morning when he was almost killed by the demons in his villa. It was a mysterious ringing that miraculously revived the ceramic army and stopped the television from exploding, giving him a chance to escape! He had never understood what that ringing was all about.

The middle-aged man in the straw hat nodded, then said, "I even had a face-to-face encounter with that demonic spirit! Its power was far beyond my expectations; I almost lost my life that day! Later, when I got home, I used the Ghost Child Divination Technique to find out that this terrifying evil spirit actually came from New Kangli Hospital. You go and rest in the living room for a bit; I'll come in after I burn these paper money for the dead!"

Zhang Wen then walked across the open space in the courtyard and entered the large underground living room of the villa. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the entire living room had been converted into a Buddhist shrine. Directly opposite the entrance, at the far end of the living room, stood a majestic two-meter-tall bronze statue of a hundred-armed Buddha, wielding various divine weapons to subdue demons—a wrathful deity that inspired awe! On the long tables to the left and right were three nearly meter-tall white Arhat Buddha statues on each side. A total of six! Behind the central hundred-armed Buddha, a huge Vajra Lotus Buddhist sutra was hanging on the wall. Various Sanskrit characters swirled around the central red lotus, flanked by yellow banners reading "Buddha's light shines universally, saving all beings from suffering" and "Subduing demons and monsters, the Dharma is boundless." On either side of the hundred-armed bronze Buddha stood a niche with lampposts, and below was an altar with eight candles and numerous offerings. Above, incense sticks hung in concentric circles, burning slowly and releasing wisps of smoke that filled the entire living room/Buddhist shrine with a light mist, creating a sense of mystery.

Zhang Wen lit incense before the Buddha statue, then looked around. He noticed seven or eight strings of copper bells hanging from each of the four corners of the ceiling, and various niches in the walls with flickering candlelight. The interplay of these candlelight flames and the copper bells made the place even more eerie! Suddenly, Zhang Wen felt as if someone was watching him. Through the wisps of incense smoke, he focused his gaze and saw a pile of paper effigies of boys in blue robes placed in the corner to the east. For some reason, he felt as if these paper effigies were looking at him.

He came to this corner on a sudden, inexplicable impulse. There were four paper effigies of children, almost as tall as real people. Two of them had yellow paper talismans covering their faces, partially obscuring them. The other two stood upright, expressionless, staring straight ahead. The features drawn on the pale, flat paper reflected a cold, eerie aura in the candlelight, instilling a strange sense of unease.