Chapter Three: The Female Ghost's Revenge
"Rustling..."
The night wind swept through the dense trees not far away, causing the lush branches and leaves to sway and rustle. Standing alone in front of this silent and deserted burial ground in the dead of night, Jiang Fan felt immense pressure.
I looked around at the surroundings.
Jiang Fan discovered that the area within a 50-meter radius of the burial site was a graveyard with no trees. On this lush mountain, there wasn't even a patch of neat grass on the summit; the yellowish-brown soil was exposed, forming a narrow, winding path that led into the dense forest.
"what to do?"
By the starlight, Jiang Fan frowned as he looked at the dense forest at the other end of the road, urgently assessing the current situation in his mind—
In this situation, I'm left with only two choices. One is to follow this path down the mountain that night, leaving this ominous place that's sure to be infested with mountain spirits and monsters. But the risks involved are too great. Besides the stumbles and falls on the mountain path and the dangers of venomous snakes, tigers, and leopards, I also have to consider the possibility of encountering other ghosts and monsters. After all, for an ordinary person like me, either of these situations is extremely dangerous.
Besides that, there is another option—
Stay still.
Waiting for the sunrise.
Staying in this burial ground, a place where ghosts are almost certain to lurk, to wait for the sunrise might seem like an incredibly foolish decision, but upon closer examination, it turns out that this place is not entirely unsafe.
first,
Compared to the pitch-black, dense forest path ahead, which everyone knew was fraught with danger, this mountaintop flat area, illuminated by the bright moonlight and starry sky, was safer in every respect, except for the presence of burial sites, than the current treacherous descent into darkness.
Secondly
As the ancients said: "It is better to be still than to move. When still, the spirit is born, the mind is calmed, the seven souls are secured, the three flowers gather at the top of the head, and evil spirits are no match for it."
Moreover, Xia Fan believes that he has been studying and learning since childhood for more than a decade. This year, he was admitted to a top-tier university in the province. In ancient times, this level of literary talent would be equivalent to at least a Jinshi degree. The saying that literary talent can protect one's body has existed since ancient times. In the present day, Xia Fan will naturally not forget this key point that may save his life.
Putting aside the environment and the atmosphere, Jiang Fan relied on the latter method because of another crucial condition: after the sincere worship, Jiang Fan clearly felt that the previously pervasive chill had weakened considerably.
This is an extremely important factor, because it may indicate that one's situation here is not as dangerous as it appears on the surface.
"Let's stay here."
Having made up his mind, Jiang Fan took a few steps away, trying to stay as far away from the burial ground as possible in this safe flat area. He found a small pit and sat down there, still holding the stone he had specially picked up earlier in his hand. Although the stone was useless against ghosts and spirits, it was still very useful if he encountered snakes or insects.
Holding the hard stone and looking at the full moon in the sky, Jiang Fan finally felt a little more at ease.
"Mr. Zombie, how did I suddenly end up here? Have I encountered a time travel story from novels and TV shows? I just don't know if I'll stay here permanently, or if I can only leave after that zombie dies."
"If one could leave, would the way to leave also be through sleep?"
Jiang Fan frowned.
Previously, he hadn't had time to consider this because he was too tense, but now that he had gained a brief moment of safety and calmed down, he immediately began to think about the extraordinary encounter he had experienced.
However, this question was clearly unanswerable at the moment, so Jiang Fan quickly focused his limited energy on recalling other things, things that were more important—
The story takes place during the Republican era. The specific events are as follows: After Mr. Ren's father was exhumed, his corpse transformed into a zombie, which subsequently attacked and killed Mr. Ren and an innocent villager before being eliminated by the Taoist priest, Uncle Jiu, from the mortuary.
Jiang Fan remembered the plot very clearly. After recalling the general plot, he began to integrate his memories of the plot with the information he had obtained and to make inferences.
"Setting a specific time is very important!"
On the first day after Old Master Ren's coffin was exhumed, it was placed in the mortuary. Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai carefully traced a line across the coffin with an ink line, ensuring its safety for the first day. However, because Wen Cai was playing around with Qiu Sheng, they didn't properly check it, and the incomplete ink line formation was broken by the zombies on the second night, leading to Old Master Ren's death.
"The premise of this show is that zombies prioritize killing their blood relatives."
Jiang Fan squinted, his mind churning with memories.
This is the second day!
On the third day, Master Ren's death was discovered. By chance, Uncle Nine was imprisoned. That night, he eliminated Master Ren, who had also turned into a zombie due to corpse poison. Also on the third day, the zombie form of Old Master Ren came to the Ren residence to kill his granddaughter, Tingting. However, thanks to the timely arrival of Uncle Nine, Wencai, the security captain, and others, the girl's life was saved. However, Wencai was infected with corpse poison.
"This is the third day!"
Jiang Fan frowned even more. It had been too long. Although he had watched the film many times before, it was still difficult for him to recall the details clearly.
Jiang Fan racked his brains, trying his best to piece together the fragments of memory in his mind. "What happened on the fourth day? The fourth day... the fourth day... Wencai is poisoned by corpse poison and needs glutinous rice, but Qiusheng is haunted by a female ghost while buying rice! This is the fourth day!!"
"On the fifth night, the zombies broke into the mortuary to kill Tingting, but were wiped out by Uncle Nine and his men. The whole movie ends here, after five days!"
It's connected!
Jiang Fan finally cleared up the memories in his mind and sorted out the timeline of the movie Mr. Vampire. In addition to this, many details in the movie were also recalled by Jiang Fan because of his excessive recollection.
"Um?"
"That scream just now? Could it have been that female ghost?!" Before he could feel any joy, Jiang Fan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat as a sense of foreboding welled up within him.
A sudden chill ran down his spine, from his tailbone to the back of his head. A shiver shot through his waist and up to the top of his head. The fine hairs on his body twitched, and goosebumps involuntarily appeared on his arms and cheeks. If this wasn't the fourth day, then that female ghost…
It's still here!!
"Jiang Fan..."
Jiang Fan, who was sitting upright, froze instantly, his trembling body still. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his lips were tight, his face was deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
That seemingly gentle and tender woman's voice—wasn't that the same woman's wail I heard when I woke up?
A female ghost seeking revenge?
"Don't look him in the eyes!"