Over the next seven days, Jiang Fan made a total of ten protective talismans. Unlike the seven-day time limit recorded by Uncle Jiu, the first talisman made by Jiang Fan remained unchanged after seven days. He could hold it in his hand and felt that it had not changed at all. Jiang Fan believed that this was due to the Merit Seal. After being transformed by the Merit Seal, it had been mixed with a trace of golden spiritual power, so it was naturally different from the original.
alright,
Everything is almost done.
Jiang Fan asked his counselor for leave, and with a copper coin sword, peach wood needles, and a Bagua mirror in his backpack, he took a bus back home.
Jiang Fan's parents prepared a delicious meal for their son, who had been at university for almost two months. They chatted for a long time, during which Jiang Fan secretly channeled his spiritual energy into the porridge in the kitchen. Later, his parents kept saying that the porridge tasted much sweeter than before, and Jiang Fan just smiled.
The next day,
The sky was clear, a gentle breeze was blowing, the summer heat was slowly fading away, and it was early autumn.
Jiang Fan told his parents he was going to visit some friends from the family, and went to the old courtyard alone. His second grandfather was never home during the day. Jiang Fan arrived at the main room, which was somewhat dim even on a sunny day. He walked to the wooden box, let out a soft breath, opened the box, and then went inside.
decay,
weird,
The smell of the old wooden box wafted back again. Jiang Fan, whose mind had already reached a state of tranquility, quickly controlled himself and fell asleep. He didn't know how long he slept until he heard birds chirping outside, at which point he slowly opened his eyes.
This is……
Jiang Fan looked at the completely different architectural style in front of him and fell silent.
This is a house that looks abandoned. The not-so-wide courtyard is full of garbage scattered on the ground: lamps with lampshades, tables and chairs with missing corners, vases and bowls smashed to pieces, books, notebooks, photo albums... Countless pieces of garbage, as if all the items in the house in front of you have been thrown out.
suddenly,
A tattered photograph was blown by the wind and landed right in front of Jiang Fan, who was squatting in the corner. Jiang Fan didn't reach out to pick it up; he had already seen the photograph. In the tattered photograph, a five or six-year-old boy was standing in the middle, a slightly balding man was standing on his left, and a long-haired woman was standing on his right, who looked like the boy's parents.
In the photo,
The boy is holding a small black cat in his arms, and the three of them are smiling side by side against the backdrop of blooming cherry blossom trees.
Jiang Fan stood up and looked around. Then he focused his gaze on the second floor of the house in front of him. There stood a figure in a white dress, her face covered by long black hair, facing Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan knew,
The woman's eyes, hidden by her black hair, were staring at him.
Jiang Fan made no move. The woman in the second-floor window retreated step by step until she disappeared from the window. Countless black ants clung to the broken ends of the dilapidated cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, and an atmosphere of utter decay lingered in the courtyard.
Jiang Fan's lips twitched slightly as he muttered to himself,
"What bad luck."
He already knew what plane this was.
The Grudge
Coconut...
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Chapter Thirty-One: Desperate Situation
gloomy,
Dim,
The sunlight streaming into the courtyard from the sky was becoming increasingly scarce. Starting from the corner where Jiang Fan stood, shadows began to appear one after another, sweeping past Jiang Fan and spreading forward. Soon, not a single ray of sunlight could be seen in this desolate and lifeless courtyard. A chilling and ominous aura gradually appeared and slowly rose.
quiet,
The place was filled with a depressing, deathly silence.
It seemed as if no one lived nearby. Even with Jiang Fan's incredibly sensitive hearing, he couldn't detect the slightest movement, which was clearly very strange. Jiang Fan could clearly see that the lush branches and leaves of the trees in the courtyard were swaying gently, yet there wasn't a single rustling sound.
Knowing that this was the haunted house of Kayako, the strongest ghost in Ju-on, Jiang Fan did not hesitate. He immediately mobilized his spiritual power and used the Wind Control Technique to leave the courtyard. Putting everything else aside for the time being, leaving this courtyard full of resentment and misfortune could not be a bad thing.
However,
Jiang Fan remained motionless in place.
The Wind Control Technique, which he usually mastered, was ineffective at this moment. No matter how Jiang Fan circulated his spiritual power, his feet seemed rooted to the ground, and he could not move. Jiang Fan steadied his mind and felt the spiritual power flowing endlessly within his body like a river. Suddenly, he released it outward. Instantly, Jiang Fan's body emitted a glowing blue light, like a god descending to earth. Even the darkness in the vicinity was dispelled by the blue light.
Can control the wind,
But it still doesn't work!
What on earth is going on? A hallucination? Thinking of this, Jiang Fan recited the purification mantra, but found that nothing had changed.
Is it not a hallucination?
Why can't I use the Wind Control Technique? Why can't I use magic in this plane?
"Splash..."
Suddenly,
A sound suddenly appeared in this deathly silent world. Jiang Fan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the tree in front of the gloomy and dark house. Its branches and leaves were swaying slowly, and the sound was coming from the swaying branches and leaves. However, Jiang Fan saw that deep in the lush tree, there seemed to be a woman's face, appearing and disappearing!
"Hiss... hiss... hiss... hiss..."
In the dark house,