Chapter 52: Revenge Curse

Four malevolent spirits.

They stepped forward in unison; Wu Xian had nowhere to flee.

He could only watch as they drew nearer, their shattered wounds and icy faces becoming clearer and more real.

Their expressions grew twisted, strands of resentful, malevolent qi enveloping Wu Xian.

Wu Xian suddenly felt excruciating pain.

His head throbbed as if splitting, his heart clenched like it was being twisted, his whole body felt torn apart—grief, terror, rage, regret—all emotions surged at once.

If Wu Xian hadn’t deliberately delayed his return home to observe the situation, this tragedy might never have happened.

“Good dog, thank you for warning me just now.”

Wu Xian began to feel bored—whatever you’re planning, can’t you just get it over with?

“I understand…”

Wu Xian returned to his room with five vials of black dog blood; before closing the door, he smiled gently at the black dog: “Eat up, take good care of yourself—I may need your blood again.”

Wu Xian endured the pain.

Just like the death count in Chapter One, I can’t say it’s because people from the Fudi replenish the real world.

With this, he could at least resist the spirits a little.

Maybe the black dog wasn’t hostile.

The black dog howled even more pitifully.

“No, it won’t be this simple!”

For example, if someone questions why the protagonist smiles upon entering the Fudi or why he’s obsessed with it, I can’t explain that he might have come from inside the Fudi…

Looking at those four pale, horrifying faces drawing ever closer—so near now they pressed against him, he could clearly see maggots crawling in their wounds—he couldn’t help but smile helplessly.

After the four malevolent spirits vanished.

He realized he had been cursed!

This curse came from the family of this body; only by resolving their resentment and helping them complete their revenge could the curse be lifted.

“Family!”

The black dog lunged, but Wu Xian easily seized its throat, then pulled out several syringes from his bundle with one hand.

He couldn’t think of any way to survive.

Even now, he.

The five minutes of silent staring had been terrifying enough to make Shi Ji soil himself.

This place certainly wasn’t like the previous Fudi, where spirits could appear in broad daylight—but the dangers here were no less than those of the last world!

Perhaps even more terrifying, more hopeless!

Wu Xian then conducted a quick survey of the room and soon reconstructed the general sequence of events.

After vomiting.

“Then come join us—we must stay together, as a family, forever!”

Wu Xian felt a wave of nausea and rushed to the bathroom to induce vomiting.

“I have a trivial request… though it’s a bit cruel, I still hope you’ll help me.”

That’s the problem with mystery novels.

Xu’s family treated him well, but for some reason, the killer suddenly attacked, killing He Ya—the closest to him—first, slicing open his mouth.

…

“Woof, woof woof…”

The carefully prepared dishes still sat on the dining table, only partially eaten.

But because Wu Xian was in control of this body, all these negative emotions fell upon him.

The doctor’s grief finally eased.

There were many such unspeakable things.

Wu Xian chattered for a long while.

After drawing five full vials of blood, Wu Xian released the limp, pitiful dog and placed the plate of pork knuckle before it.

The last to die was Xu Xiaoyan; she hid in a cabinet, hoping to escape the massacre, but the killer found her and slit her abdomen through the cabinet door.

Four bloodied hands seized Wu Xian’s face; the spirits’ bodies softened and poured into him through his face. Wu Xian instantly felt icy cold all over, an unbearable sensation—as if doom were about to strike!

Wu Xian ignored its warning and swiftly climbed over the railing.

Wu Xian lay on the ground for a long while before standing up.

Are you standing guard right here with me?

“Even if you won’t give me a quick death, your bodies are so cold—can’t I at least put on some clothes before you continue?”

The four malevolent spirits finally moved again; each spoke one word to Wu Xian, heavy with hatred.

All of it went into Wu Xian’s stomach.

The decorations on the four-layer cake were never red fruit—they were fresh bloodstains; atop the cake sat a human eyeball, its origin unknown…

So Wu Xian found a pork knuckle untouched by blood or flesh on his dining table, picked up his hospital bundle and dishes, stepped outside, and saw the black dog again.

The killer must have used some pretext to enter Xu’s home.

It was a warning: his home was no longer safe!

Such a loyal dog deserved a reward.

Wu Xian pulled out the syringes from his bundle, stabbed one into the black dog, drew a full vial of black dog blood, then a second, a third…

The spirits vanished.

The room had become a crime scene.

“Avenge us!”

Wu Xian returned home with the black dog blood, satisfied.

Wu Xian, with dark circles under his eyes, finally couldn’t hold back.

“Can you just kill me quickly?”

…

“Kill the killer, kill his entire family—we can rest only then.”

Some deliberately planted foreshadowing was questioned by readers; I can’t explain, because explaining would spoil it—and spoiling would ruin other readers’ experience.

“Good dog, eat some meat to recover.”

Wu Xian’s mind flashed back to all the information he’d seen; suddenly, he realized the entire Fudi was steeped in strangeness.

Only a highly skilled killer could commit such a massacre.

Wu Xian heard barking outside again.

The killing was efficient and brutal; the killer left little evidence, wasted no time, gave the victims no chance—he came solely to slaughter the whole family.

He looked around: the once warm room was now a mess, splattered with blood, the corpses of the four family members scattered everywhere—horrifying to behold.

The black dog might have sensed the malevolent spirits clinging to Wu Xian’s body.

The dog retreated to the corner, tail tucked, trembling as it stared at Wu Xian.

So.

Ten minutes later.

But Wu Xian, who had experienced something similar before, did not relax.

Please, if you find anything unreasonable, raise your doubts—but don’t rush to attack me.

…

Aside from the resentful, malevolent qi, the four spirits did not harm Wu Xian; they merely stood there, staring at him with cold, unblinking eyes.

This was no ordinary murderer.

But five minutes later.

Sigh…

The neighbor’s black dog began barking wildly again; Wu Xian finally understood its reaction—and his neighbor’s.

Of course, these emotions were not Wu Xian’s.

Wu Xian could finally move freely; the discomfort from the curse remained, but he could move as he wished.

So he crouched low, bared his teeth, watched Wu Xian with sharp vigilance, and occasionally growled—a warning not to come closer.

The two elders heard the noise, saw their daughter-in-law fall, rushed forward to fight the killer—but one was split down the middle, the other had his head severed.

“No wonder it was so peaceful earlier—so this Fudi works like this: everything before was just setup; only by helping the ghosts seek revenge can I survive.”

“Otherwise…”

The three of them died nearly simultaneously.

Just bear with it a little longer.

I believe I’ll give you an ending you never saw coming.

(End of Chapter)