Démon infernal

Chapitre 40

Zhen Ren asked calmly, "What do you mean by that?"

Gu Feng couldn't stand his seemingly indifferent attitude, but in reality, he saw everything and wouldn't give up until he explained. He said coldly, "It doesn't mean anything. Just do as I say. Also, don't touch the two ice coffins in morgue number 3."

Zhen Ren rubbed his hands together: "This... is a bit difficult. After all, I'm the curator now, so I don't need to listen to you, do I?"

Gu Feng had pent up enough anger to explode, but he only looked coldly at the new curator who remained expressionless. Finally, he slammed his fist heavily on the coffee table: "Try it!"

To Zhen Ren's surprise, he was not moved at all by Gu Feng smashing the coffee table to pieces with one punch: "You want to use violence? Heh, I, Zhen Ren, am not easily scared."

Shi Xin thought to herself, "This person is very cunning... It seems he is not a simple character."

Gu Feng said dismissively, "I'm not in the mood to mess around with you, but... if you really dare to touch anything in room number 3, I won't hold back!"

As he spoke, he angrily climbed the stairs to the second floor, still remembering his purpose for this trip.

After a while, he called downstairs in confusion, "Where are my things? Where are all my old belongings?"

Zhen Ren: "You mean that garbage? Throw it away, it's on that garbage heap over there. It's disgusting to look at other people's things, I'm not used to using it."

Gu Feng was so angry that his anger was about to explode. Just when he was about to explode, a cold current suddenly surged in his abdomen, like a cool spring, instantly extinguishing the pent-up anger in his chest and calming him down.

Seeing Gu Feng, who was about to jump off the building and kick Zhen Ren over, suddenly regain his calm demeanor, even Ah Mao began to doubt whether this person was the original Gu Feng. His style was to lash out when he was angry!

Shi Xin was bewildered, but then she realized that it might be the effect of the Qingling Pearl that Gu Feng had swallowed.

Gu Feng walked downstairs coldly, staring at Zhen Ren, brushing past his shoulder, and walked out...

The garbage heap had grown to the size of a small mountain, and workers were constantly moving furniture from the office building and other rooms to pile it up here. Gu Feng frowned deeply, a sense of helplessness and sorrow rising in his heart... He was now homeless.

Homeless

Gu Yuehan, June 22, 7:59

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Chapter Sixty-Five of Volume Three of the Main Text: The Art of Recitation

After standing there in front of the garbage heap for a while, Gu Feng sighed deeply and began to search the pile of things. He remembered that his mother's things used to be kept in that wooden table with intricate carvings. It was said that the table was part of her dowry brought from Fengmo Mountain and had the power to ward off evil spirits, but he didn't know if it was true or not.

The workers really treated these things like garbage, carelessly tossing them everywhere, leaving the furniture missing parts or broken legs, completely unrecognizable from its original state. Even so, Gu Feng, with his exceptional eyesight, still managed to spot the antique table among them. Relying on the terrifying power derived from the eerie red light emanating from the stone slab, he easily ripped off the pile of things covering it and dragged it out from the dust...

One of the table legs was broken in two, and the tabletop had been dented by some heavy object. It seemed the table was ruined. Fortunately, the drawers were all intact. I don't know what Mr. Zhen instructed the workers or what benefits (incitement?) he gave them, but they just carried the furniture out and threw it away without even glancing at it, not caring at all whether there were large sums of money or valuables inside the tightly closed drawers and locked cabinets.

The drawer was locked, otherwise it probably would have fallen out long ago. Gu Feng pulled it with his hand, and with a "click", the drawer came out. A Mao Shi Xin was not surprised that Gu Feng could open the tightly locked drawer so easily, but she was amazed by what was inside.

Actually, there wasn't anything particularly valuable. It was just a "money sword" about thirty centimeters long, a stack of yellow talismans that had stuck together due to the passage of time, some strange little bowls and plates, and an ancient book covered in dust.

Although there weren't many items, they were still incredibly curious about things they usually only saw in movies. Gu Feng generously took everything out and asked them to help carry it. Shi Xin took the money sword and happily began to stroke it.

Gu Feng then opened the other two drawers.

Good job! It turns out we didn't burn all of Mom's things that year; there were still quite a few left.

And so, each of them carried a large pile of things that others would consider garbage, leaving the funeral home with a sense of satisfaction.

...

"Who is it, disturbing someone's afternoon nap at this hour!" Xiaobing rubbed her eyes and answered the phone with considerable annoyance.

"You idiot, what time is it and you're still sleeping?"

"Hey, Ah Mao? What do you want?"

Ah Mao rubbed his belly and yelled, "You, hurry up and buy some bento boxes. Oh, and buy more bread and cola to bring to the shrine. Damn, I'm starving!"

Little Biscuit was a bit incredulous: "Taoist shrine? Cat, when did you become so bold? It's haunted over there, and you still dare to stay there?"

Ah Mao: "Hey, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and buy it, Brother Feng is here too."

"Brother Feng is back... So, how is he?" Xiaobing asked cautiously, knowing that the loss of parents is a difficult thing for anyone.

Ah Mao said nonchalantly, "It's okay, Brother Feng is pretty good, he'll pass in no time!"

Xiaobing said dejectedly, "How is that possible? Brother Feng has such a good relationship with Uncle and Aunt, and he's usually very sentimental. How could he have gotten over it so quickly?"

"You idiot, do you think phone calls are free? If you have something to say, buy a bento box and come over. I have some heroic deeds to tell you... Hehe, hurry up, I'm hanging up!"

...

"Brother Feng, is that really you? Are you alright?"

Gu Feng quickly pushed him away, who was about to hug her: "How disgusting! Move away, hey, hey, don't kick that thing over."

Looking at the "trash" all over the ground, Xiaobing was bewildered: "What are all these things? Oh, there's even moldy stuff. How did the Taoist temple become a garbage recycling station?"

Ah Mao: "What trash? These are all treasures, my aunt's belongings, supposedly used by Harry Potter." Ah Mao munched on his bento box and started rambling on.

Xiaobing: "Brother Feng, when did you get back?"

Gu Feng frowned as he looked at an ancient book: "Yesterday."

"Oh my god, that's so inconsiderate, they didn't even tell me."

Ah Mao said with a serious expression, "Hmph, if I had let you come along last night, your crotch would be wet today."

Little Pancake: "What's wrong? Did something happen last night?"

Ah Mao: "Wait a minute, I'll finish this box and then I'll tell you. It was really scary, even scarier than in the movies."

"What? Have you seen a ghost?"

"Wait, let me finish eating first."

...

Shi Xin noticed that Gu Feng had been engrossed in reading the ancient book he had taken out of the drawer ever since returning to the dojo, muttering strange things to himself. She put down her sword and asked, "Gu Feng, what book are you reading? You don't need to be so diligent, even skipping meals, do you?"

Gu Feng didn't seem to have heard her clearly, so he simply hummed in response.

Shi Xin rolled her eyes at him, looking at the cover facing her. It had been wiped quite clean by the ancient style, and two calligraphy characters were written on a white area in the upper right corner: "Nian Jue".

It looks like a handwritten copy. The ancient style makes it very difficult to read, and some parts are so blurry that they are unrecognizable. I can only piece together the general meaning from the beginning and end.

Seeing how engrossed she was in the ancient style, Shi Xin scoffed, "Is it really that good?"

Gu Feng suddenly looked up at her and smiled: "Yes!"

Shi Xin asked, "The title of the book is so strange, something like 'Recitation Techniques,' what is it about inside?"

Gu Feng flipped through a few more pages: "They should be incantations recited when performing Taoist arts. They look very difficult, yet they feel wonderful. After reciting those strange words, you will suddenly feel some power emanating from your body. It's really amazing."

Shixin became interested: "Really? Let me see."

Gu Feng rubbed his eyes, which were already numb from reading, and handed the book to her: "The words are blurry, don't hold it too close, it will hurt your eyes."

Shixin responded with an "Mmm".

"Hey, when did Brother Feng learn to be considerate?"

"Little Bing, you're asking for a beating the moment you get here, aren't you?"

Practice chanting mantras

Gu Yuehan, June 22, 8:54

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Chapter 66 of Volume 3: Strange Shadow

Xiaobing quickly begged for forgiveness: "I'm just telling the truth. Brother Feng, you used to blush whenever you saw a girl. It seems that Senior Sister is special."

"You still dare to talk!" Gu Feng pretended to rush over, which startled him so much that he hid behind Ah Mao.

Gu Feng picked up a bento box: "Stop joking. By the way, Xiao Bing, with so many people from the Taoist Society, have none of them come back since that day?"

Xiaobing: "I heard that a few came back, but when they saw that there was no coach, a few strange things happened, and they were so scared that they dared not come back."

"Strange thing?"

"It seems they saw a few dark figures, but couldn't see them. The group's legs went weak and they ran back."

Gu Feng nodded: "The shadow...where is it?" As he spoke, his eyes began to scan the roof of the dojo.

"puff!"

Gu Feng suddenly spat out the food in his mouth, spraying it all over Xiao Bing's face.

"Are you dead? Didn't I say I wouldn't make trouble?" Xiaobing grabbed the rice grains off her face and head and shouted.

The ancient style was unusually quiet: "I just saw a shadow."

Ah Mao looked around, but there was nothing there: "Brother Feng, don't scare me. Even though I've seen that thing, I'm still not very brave."

Xiaobing felt a chill on his back, and the rice grains stuck to his face made him very uncomfortable, as if something was scratching his face. After hearing what Gu Feng said, he didn't even have the courage to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Gu Feng put down the lunchbox, pinched his eyes, and began to search carefully, but he could no longer see anything.

Shixin put down her book: "Could it be that my eyes are playing tricks on me?"

Gu Feng: "Possibly!"

Shixin looked at Xiaobing's face covered in rice grains, and her silly, trembling expression, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh: "What are you still standing there for? Go wash it off!"

With a sob in her voice, Xiaobing said, "I dare not."

Gu Feng scratched his head: "Ugh, alright, I'll take you there. This is such a hassle."

In the restroom.

The water from the tap was a bit cloudy, but still clean. Xiaobing held it and brushed it on her face, repeating it five or six times before she was sure she had rinsed everything off. Then she slowly used the public towel on the shelf to wipe her face.

Gu Feng kept watching Xiao Bing from behind. He had a strange premonition that, besides himself, another gaze was also watching him.

But there was no other living thing in this cramped space besides the two of them? Why did they have that feeling?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Xiaobing turned around with satisfaction and said, "Alright, you feel much better now that you're clean. Let's go out."

Gu Feng hummed in response, and after searching the bathroom one last time to make sure there was nothing there, he followed Xiao Bing out with a worried expression...

In the bathroom, the faucet suddenly turned on, and the water that gushed out was initially a bit cloudy, just like before. But... only a few seconds later, the water turned red and viscous, gushing out like fresh blood—a bizarre and terrifying sight... The towel that Xiaobing had used to wipe her face had also started dripping blood for some reason...

It was certain that there was no one else alive in the restroom, but in the mirror opposite, there was clearly a dark shadow hanging there...

Gu Feng sat back down on the mat, the feeling from before still churning in his heart. He had a very troubling premonition… something was about to happen, and of the four people sitting there, one wouldn't survive the night!

He first looked at Xiaobing, his good friend who was strong but actually timid. He had known Xiaobing since junior high school, just like he had known A-Mao. He remembered that Xiaobing was stopped by some thugs on the street and he rescued him. From that day on, Xiaobing considered himself his follower and was always by his side...

There is a sense of mission in Gu Feng's heart: I must protect them, no matter what I am about to face!