A chilling wind blows, a ghostly aura pervades, spider lilies bloom in the underworld, and I sit alone

Chapter 14

"Ah!" Xiao Feng was so frightened that she turned around and ran away, followed by a burst of laughter—the laughter of a ghost...

Xiao Feng had completely forgotten the way she came. Unconsciously, she ran to the old stone wall. She was too exhausted to run any further, so she gave in and leaned against the wall. She felt as if everything was dead except for herself, who was still breathing, breathing the very air of death.

Blue light from the ashes shone through the wall, illuminating Xiao Feng's pale body. The smell of death also wafted from her nostrils. Just then, cracks began to appear on Xiao Feng's body, and thick, fresh blood seeped from every pore. Xiao Feng screamed in terror, but only death answered her...

A few days later, people discovered Xiaofeng's body. She was clutching the box of dumplings, desperately trying to swallow them, her face contorted in terror. Her fingers were still tearing at the skin on her chest, and the dried blood still revealed an inexplicable, ghostly aura...

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Reply [92]: You're an idol!!!

So many posts

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Reply [93]: Please hurry up and do it!

I can't keep up with your progress!

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Reply [94]: ………

Sadako, Halloween

Reply [95]: Bug Bug Bug 1

She locked herself in her room, leaving only a dim light on. She took a glass bottle and a book with a gold-embossed cover from a drawer. The bottle had originally been filled with origami cranes given to her by Qin Fen and Lin Qian. When she decided to put her blood and hair into the bottle, she burned the cranes to ashes. Last week, the cursed life within the bottle had vanished like the cranes. Now, it contained something crucial to Lin Qian's life. This book was her magic weapon; legend had it that the author had used its methods to curse 994 people, none of whom survived. Last week, someone had dropped this magical book into her mailbox. Out of curiosity, she tried using the methods in the book to curse her rival, Qin Fen. Unexpectedly, five days later, Qin Fen truly left this world. "Since heaven has given me this opportunity, of course I must continue. If I succeed again this time, the choice to go abroad will be mine." She carefully opened the book and softly recited the incantation, "BO-LUO-BO-LUO-MI, BO-LUO-BO-LUO-MI." Although it wasn't the first time she'd recited it, she was still afraid of making a mistake, because the book ended with, "If the curse fails..." Unfortunately, the last page was torn off. What if it didn't work this time? Never mind, that genius author has cursed countless people successfully, how could I fail? Tomorrow will be the fifth day, Lin Qian, let's see how long you can hold out.

"Qin Fen, I really want to help you." Lin Qian was tormented by guilt all night, unable to sleep, and finally managed to stay awake until dawn. Lin Qian looked in the mirror; the right side of her neck was still swollen. Suddenly, the swollen neck moved. Lin Qian rubbed her eyes and looked more closely. There was indeed a small worm wriggling inside her neck. Lin Qian immediately felt short of breath. She thought, "I have to dig you out," and she tightly gripped her throat with her hand. "Don't burrow anymore, I can't breathe." A worm, really a worm? Was I dreaming yesterday morning?

"XiXi, what are you doing?" Her mother asked, puzzled, as she saw Lin Xi desperately pressing her neck.

Lin Qian then came to her senses. "Mom, it's a worm! The worm is in my neck, look." Lin Qian pointed to her neck, her voice trembling slightly.

"There's nothing in your neck or head, come out and have breakfast," her mother said with a smile.

Lin Qian tilted her head back and looked at her neck in the mirror from side to side. It really was gone. Was it just an illusion?

"Mom! There really are bugs! Look at my neck!" Lin Qian cried out in a panic.

"Sigh, doctor, could you please examine her?" The mother looked at Lin Qian helplessly. "I don't know what to do with her."

"The X-ray showed no abnormalities. It's likely that the hallucinations were caused by excessive academic pressure." The doctor handed CX's mother his business card. "Let me introduce you to a psychologist. Here's her contact number."

"Thank you, doctor," Mom said as she led CX out of the hospital. "Now you can rest assured. The doctor said everything is fine."

I really saw it; the worm was right on the right side of my neck. Why won't anyone believe me? After school, Lin Qian thought to herself as she walked home, and unknowingly ran into Qin Fen's mother.

She quickly stepped forward to greet her, saying, "Hello, Auntie."

"Come in and sit down." You used to come to our house often when Fenfen was here, but now she..." Qin Fen's mother choked up at this point.

Seeing Qin Fen's mother so heartbroken, Lin Qian felt a pang of anguish.

"Come, let's see Qin Fen's room." Qin Fen's mother led Lin Qian to Qin Fen's bedroom. "I've kept it exactly as it was since she left. I even saw her sitting in front of the writing desk doing her homework yesterday, just like before."

"Insects... help me." Lin Qian seemed to hear Qin Fen's voice again. Insects had also crawled into my neck. Could she be suffering from the same thing as me? "Qin Fen's mother, may I see Qin Fen's diary?"

Qin Fen's mother took a diary from the desk drawer. "Here, take it. We're moving tomorrow. Qin Fen said she'd give you the diary before we move, so you can have it as a keepsake."

Bifengke

Reply [96]: Bug Bug Bug 2

Monday, April 4th, sunny

...It's been four days already. The worm has burrowed to the left side. I've tried several times with a razor blade, but I still don't dare to dig it out. It's almost suffocating me. I have a selection exam next week, what should I do?...

April 4th was the day before Qin Fen's accident. What exactly happened four days ago? Lin Qian eagerly flipped through the pages. It was exactly the same as mine! Tomorrow would be the fifth day. Had the insect killed Qin Fen? Lin Qian took out the scissors. "Finally! You think I can't handle you? I won't let you bite my throat!" Lin Qian glared at the mirror and stabbed the insect with the scissors. "This is so tragic!"

"I never expected that the couple would be so despondent."

"XiXi, what are you doing!" The mother pushed open Lin Xi's bedroom door and saw her daughter pointing scissors at her. She snatched the scissors from Lin Xi's hand. "I just heard that Qin Fen's parents committed suicide because of Qin Fen. If you also want to commit suicide, what will we do?" Tears welled up in the mother's eyes.

Her mother's words were like a bolt from the blue. Did Qin Fen's mother mean 'moving' like this? Her father quickly tried to smooth things over: "Qianqian was just getting a haircut, don't make it so serious. I believe Qianqian wouldn't do such a thing. Qianqian, don't do anything so dangerous that you worry your mother. Do you hear me?"

Lin Qian stood there blankly, not knowing what her parents were talking about, and mechanically nodded in agreement with her father.

"Lin Qian, you were originally the student with the best chance of studying abroad, but given your current situation, I have no choice but to ask you to give your selection exam spot to Tao Jingjing. Lin Qian, Tao Jingjing, what do you think?"

"No!" Tao Jingjing shook her head repeatedly. "I won't..."

Before Tao Jingjing could finish speaking, Lin Qian said, "I am willing to give up my spot."

"Very good, Lin Qian will have more opportunities." The principal gestured for Lin Qian to leave. "It's settled then. Tao Jingjing, go back and prepare for tomorrow's exam."

"Tao Jingjing, I'm so happy for you. I wish you success tomorrow." She shook Tao Jingjing's hand to express her congratulations and then left in a hurry.

"Lin Qian, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to compete with you." Tao Jingjing quickly caught up with Lin Qian. "I'll go tell her right now that I can't accept this spot."

Lin Qian gave a wan smile: "No need, your grades are already very good, you should have this opportunity." With that, she walked away listlessly.

"Tao Jingjing, it turns out you and I are rivals in the end. Do your best on tomorrow's exam," Lan Lan glanced at Tao Jingjing contemptuously and walked away without looking back.

Today is the fifth day. Will I die like Qin Fen? The insect seems to have turned into a pupa. Suddenly, the voice of "Kill it! Kill it!" buzzes in Lin Qian's ears. Hesitantly, she picks up the razor blade. "Qianqian, what will we do if you leave?" She hears her mother's call again, a voice that makes her hesitate. Forgive me, Mother. Finally, she gathers her courage...

With a "whoosh," Lin Qian felt something fly past her neck, a slightly warm sensation, and her body felt much lighter. It was all over.

"Have you heard? Another girl has died!"

"She's the same girl's classmate from last time."

Several students huddled together in the corridor, whispering among themselves.

Tao Jingjing sat in a chair, holding a book with a gold-embossed cover. Blood flowed from her eyes, ears, and nose. Several moths fluttered their wings over her, slowly sucking her blood. Gradually, the moths seemed satisfied, and fewer and fewer moths landed on her. The last moth finished sucking her blood and flew away.

My existence is so important to my parents, I can't just leave them like this. No matter how difficult it is, I will persevere.

With a "whoosh," the insect transformed into a moth and flew away from Lin Qian's neck.

"I never imagined Tao Jingjing would do something like this to go abroad!" Lin Qian stared at the book in Tao Jingjing's hand, her eyes filled with hatred.

Lanlan took a lighter out of her pocket and lit a corner of the book on fire: "That way it can't hurt people anymore."

In a short while, the entire book turned to ashes.

Lanlan took a book with a gold-embossed cover from the drawer, tore off the last page, which read, "You will be punished—a thousand wounds." "Oh, what a pity! Just one short of 999. Who will be next?" Suddenly, a bright smile appeared on her face. "This should be a suitable candidate. Don't disappoint me again." She took out a large envelope and neatly wrote the mailing address…

Bifengke

Reply [97]: Please understand me. I'm constantly searching and reading. I've discarded some stories that you might have already read. I've also eliminated some really bad stories. However, I'm still trying...

(Going to the restroom first!)

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Reply [98]: Female victim

Old Wang is a 53-year-old bus driver. His 35 years of driving experience have made him a respected veteran driver on bus route 387. Having survived the "Three Years of Natural Disasters" and the "Cultural Revolution," he possesses a fearless character. He always says, "What could be more terrifying than starving to death! Dying from illness! Dying from public criticism!" So the company assigned him to watch the last bus—from 12:00 to 1:00! The younger drivers were overjoyed. As a result, everyone treated Old Wang with utmost deference. Being treated like a darling of the family even in his fifties, he was ecstatic and didn't mind at all!

Among the younger generation, there's a saying: "The last bus is a ghost bus! Many ghosts want to catch this bus to be reincarnated or to seek justice." But Old Wang doesn't believe their nonsense. What ghosts or gods are there in this world? It's only when people have ghosts in their hearts that they have fear.

That day, Old Wang ate and arrived early, washing the long bus spotless—he should set an example for the young people!

"Sigh! All the young people these days have something to hide!" Old Wang muttered as he cleaned the car.

Route 387 is a suburban bus, passing through mostly desolate wilderness, overgrown with grass and dense trees. Even in broad daylight, let alone at night, only slivers of pale light penetrate the road. Old Wang, however, seemed unconcerned, driving with a composed air. The newly cleaned bus glided effortlessly beneath his feet. Moonlight filtered through layers of leaves, scattering across the bus windows, shifting and changing in shades of black and white, making the glass appear like a somber crescent moon, like deep, unseen eyes, observing everything about the bus and its driver. Every pane of glass vibrated and hummed, and the three loose doors creaked and swayed. The dim headlights illuminated the ground three to five meters ahead, the uneven surface forcing Old Wang to keep his eyes wide open to avoid an accident. The bus bounced along the bumpy road, like a resurrected zombie. The ancient trees on both sides of the road had their bark torn and their branches reaching mercilessly towards the middle of the road. The car bounced and hopped its way into the depths of the narrow road, leaving behind only plumes of dust kicked up by its exhaust fumes... The car drove on... drove on recklessly... Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, the sound of brakes echoing across the fields!

The car's dim headlights shone on a dilapidated, dark blue "Juli" brand farm vehicle. The vehicle was leaning precariously, its wheels leaving a long skid mark. Something must have happened; the driver must have slammed on the brakes! But the driver was nowhere to be seen. A gust of wind blew by, and a sense of desolation washed over me.

"Is anyone there? -- Is anyone there?" Old Wang shouted around, hoping to find someone to help push the cart, but all he heard was his own echo. It was as if everyone within a hundred miles had died.

Helpless, Old Wang had to do it himself… After much effort, he finally moved the car to the side of the road. Sweat beaded on his back, and a gust of wind swept by—cool! Old Wang shivered involuntarily. He glanced behind him…dark and empty. After working for a while, he returned to the car, but felt a sticky, greasy feeling under his feet. “How disgusting! Who pooped on the roadside!” Old Wang cursed inwardly.

The car restarted and glided deeper into the alley... "Stop—the car—, stop~~the car~~,..." The voice drifted from the station not far away, faint and intermittent.

Old Wang stepped on the brakes, and the car slowly came to a stop. A young girl in a white dress floated up, her long hair obscuring her beautiful face.

"Young lady, it's so late, why aren't you home yet? Be careful on the road! Look, it's already 12:44, the middle of the night." Old Wang glanced at his watch and gave her his advice.

"..."

"Young lady, where are you going?"

"..."

"That's just how little girls are, too timid and introverted, they never say a word!" Old Wang thought to himself.

Looking in the rearview mirror—the girl's head was down, her face hidden deep within her long hair. Her white dress swayed in the wind. Old Wang focused on driving again, the car windows still buzzing, the doors still creaking, the car body still shaking, and the girl's long hair swaying with it, making it seem as if her whole body was floating.

The car drove to "Wazigang".

"Get off the bus!" The cold voice pierced Old Wang's eardrums, making his whole body go numb, and then goosebumps rose all over his body.

With a hiss, as the car door closed, a piece of the girl's skirt was torn off. Old Wang quickly picked it up and chased after her, looking around—but there wasn't a soul in sight, only the eerie night wind remained... The night passed peacefully, and Old Wang drove his car into the terminal, locked it, and went home to sleep.

"It's the morning news!" Old Wang and his wife watched the morning news while eating breakfast.

"Breaking news: At 12:30 AM last night, a serious traffic accident occurred on Wazi Road. The driver fled the scene, and a young girl was injured..."