Chapter 2: I didn’t grab your hand
As soon as she said this, Deng Xiaolin immediately looked into the mirror.
But all they could see was the reflection of herself and Bai Anting, and nothing else.
When she entered the bedroom, she only saw a blurry red figure.
Coupled with the dense resentment in the bedroom, she knew with her toes that a ghost had entered the house.
In fact, when Bai Anting told her that the house might be haunted, she didn’t pay much attention. Now that a fierce ghost was upon them, she had to believe it whether she wanted to or not.
“What should we do?”
Bai Anting looked very scared, clutching her phone tightly.
In this situation, it seemed that only this phone could give her a little sense of security.
Deng Xiaolin, however, was very calm.
She was a ghost exorcist, and even as a novice, she could play a role in supernatural events.
Especially since her spiritual sight was very powerful, even if she couldn’t defeat the fierce ghost in red in the mirror, escaping shouldn’t be a problem.
“Come downstairs with me!”
Deng Xiaolin grabbed Bai Anting’s hand and rushed downstairs.
Bai Anting could no longer care about anything else and rushed downstairs with Deng Xiaolin.
“Can you contact Liu Haoyu?”
“No, his phone is in airplane mode.”
Deng Xiaolin was very aware of Liu Haoyu’s habits. This man would always put his phone in airplane mode before entering any supernatural event.
It was impossible to contact him, whether by text message or phone call.
Moreover, to put it mildly, even if she could contact him, what good would that do?
He couldn’t possibly return to this place instantly from Lingnan Town, tens of kilometers away, could he?
The two of them rushed to the main door on the first floor at an extremely fast speed. Deng Xiaolin’s hand grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard.
But no matter how hard she tried, the door remained motionless as if it had been sealed with cement.
Upon closer inspection, Deng Xiaolin realized that the doorknob was covered in frost, and thick blood was seeping from the wooden door, outlining strange runes.
“The door is blocked.”
Deng Xiaolin’s face turned extremely ugly.
With the front door blocked, there was no need to even consider the back door.
The best course of action now was to return to the bedroom and discard anything that might attract spirits, such as the mirror, the cloth doll, and so on.
“Drip, drip, drip!”
While Deng Xiaolin was thinking, Bai Anting’s phone vibrated wildly.
Bai Anting tried to silence her phone, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t.
She could only watch as her phone rang more than twenty times in a row.
All these messages were voice messages from “Deng Xiaolin.”
“Where are you?”
“Where are you?”
“Where are you?”
These voice messages gradually changed from gentle and kind at the beginning to gloomy and cold, and finally, to a manic, pathological voice.
The shrill screams made both girls’ skin crawl.
Due to extreme fear, Bai Anting’s face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling, as she tried to say something.
“I found you…”
But at that moment, “Deng Xiaolin’s” eerie laughter echoed, this time very, very close, as if whispering directly into Bai Anting’s ear.
The girl quickly looked around herself.
For some reason, Bai Anting felt that Deng Xiaolin’s appearance was becoming increasingly strange, and the clothes she was wearing gradually turned red.
In a daze, Bai Anting felt that Deng Xiaolin had already put on that red wedding dress.
“Let’s go back to the bedroom first.”
It wasn’t until Deng Xiaolin’s voice rang out that Bai Anting snapped back to reality. Deng Xiaolin was fine, and the girl was still looking around with a solemn expression, saying.
“Staying in such an open space is very dangerous.”
There were many things in the folk custom shop that could be used for exorcism, but yin and yang could transform into each other. In this situation, no one knew if these exorcism items had already become evil objects.
“Ah… okay.”
Although she was a bit confused about what had just happened, Bai Anting still followed behind her.
The two returned to the bedroom. As soon as they entered, Deng Xiaolin smashed the mirror as quickly as possible and threw the cloth doll from her window outside.
Even her beloved old black and white television was thrown into the corridor outside the room.
At this moment, the entire bedroom was empty, with only a bed and an open wardrobe remaining.
After finishing everything, the two of them locked all the doors and windows tightly and leaned against the wall with solemn expressions.
The entire folk custom shop fell completely silent.
Deng Xiaolin covered her mouth and nose, her back pressed against the cold wall.
Bai Anting curled up beside her, the faint light of her phone screen illuminating her pale face.
The breathing sounds of the two girls were exceptionally clear in the darkness, as if magnified dozens of times.
“Thud…”
From the corridor came the sound of something like a meat block falling to the ground, the sound rapidly spreading in the darkness.
The two girls huddled tightly together.
During this time, Deng Xiaolin’s hand was constantly gripping Bai Anting’s, but Bai Anting felt the former’s strength was immense, her nails almost piercing her skin.
“Thud… thud…”
Those sounds of hitting the ground began to ring out continuously.
Deng Xiaolin’s grip grew stronger and stronger. Even the deepest fear could not withstand this pain.
So, Bai Anting said to Deng Xiaolin.
“Xiaolin, you’re hurting me by gripping me so tightly…”
“Ah?”
The response she received was Deng Xiaolin’s surprised voice.
“I’m not holding your hand?”
“…”
“…”
A strange silence suddenly descended upon the room. Bai Anting slowly turned her head.
Under the cold light of the phone, Deng Xiaolin’s pupils were rapidly dilating, and the corners of her mouth were split into a strange arc.
Even more terrifying was that her skin was gradually turning green and white, and there were traces of suture marks on her body, like a corpse that had been dismembered and then sewn back together.
“Ahhh!!”
Bai Anting screamed out in terror at such a horrifying sight.
Without a second word, she bolted, but the problem was that “Deng Xiaolin” had already blocked the door, so where could she run?!
Despair and panic made Bai Anting’s temples throb. A strange nursery rhyme echoed in her ear canal.
“The fifteenth of July, a bride being married, relatives and friends cry their hearts out, paper clothes worn on the body, never to see her lover again…”
The voice was ethereal and eerie, causing goosebumps to rise all over Bai Anting’s body.
“Don’t come near me!”
Bai Anting had retreated to the window.
“Tingting… Anting…”
Deng Xiaolin’s vocal cords had become extremely hoarse, as if they had been rubbed by sandpaper.
At this moment, she had completely put on that red wedding dress, and her eyeballs were turned towards Bai Anting in a strange manner.
“Where are you going?”
“Where are you going?”
“Where are you going…”
