Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?-Chapter 22 : Ghost Fighting Ghosts (Part Two)

Chapter 22: Ghost Fighting Ghosts (Part Two)
Feeling the surroundings finally return to silence, Fatty trembled as he cautiously opened his eyes.
Looking around nervously, he asked, “Master, what’s the situation now?”
“They’ve changed the battlefield.” Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Li Zhen looked up toward the dim sky.
The dawn was breaking. In the east, the first hues of morning glow had already appeared.
Fatty quickly asked, “Who will win?”
“Your two colleagues’ resentment may be great, but they only just turned into malevolent spirits. The unclean thing inside that building, however, has existed for decades. Its accumulated resentment isn’t something ordinary ghosts can compare with—it can be called a Ghost King.” Li Zhen looked at the two small wooden cross-figures before him.
The bodies of the two cross-shaped figures were twisting incessantly, looking as though they could snap at any moment.
Fatty swallowed hard. “Two of them… even together, they can’t beat that unclean thing? Then what should we do?”
“We must make them fiercer.” Li Zhen picked up a small knife and lightly drew it across the index finger of his left hand.
Bright red blood immediately trickled from between his fingers.
Wasting not a single drop, Li Zhen smeared the blood over the two small wooden crosses.
The twisting on the wooden figures stopped instantly.
The blood of a person with spiritual power could stimulate the little ghosts, making them more ferocious.
Li Zhen hadn’t prepared such an item in advance, so he had to use his own blood.
After all, he was a Head-Descending Curse master.
Now, it seemed the effect was quite satisfactory.
As Li Zhen reached out to put away the cross-figures, his vision suddenly went dark, and the whole world seemed to sway violently.
His nose tingled.
A strong, metallic tang spread through his mouth.
Li Zhen knew that his nose was bleeding, but he had no time to care. The spinning world robbed him completely of control over his body.
A faint gnawing sound echoed once again in his mind.
Li Zhen suddenly felt as though he had become a slab of beef laid upon an altar—gnawed upon until it was riddled with holes.
“Master! Master, are you all right?” Fatty scrambled up and, seeing Li Zhen’s strange state, hurriedly supported him.
When he got a closer look, his heart clenched.
Li Zhen’s expression was even more terrifying than before—especially the purple vertical mark that had appeared at the center of his forehead. It seemed to squirm continuously, as if something within was peering outward through it, sending a chill straight down Fatty’s spine.
After a while, Li Zhen’s vision gradually cleared.
“I’m fine. We need to head to your colleague’s house immediately.”
Wiping the blood beneath his nose, still slightly dizzy, Li Zhen packed the two wooden figures into a small bag. He ignored everything else and started walking toward the edge of the forest.
Raising little ghosts ranked among the upper-middle difficulty curses within the Twelve Curses—it was difficult mainly because of what came after. How to soothe a little ghost’s emotions once it was corroded by malevolent intent, and how to prevent oneself from being influenced by it.
Li Zhen had thought that with his current ability, he could easily perform the earlier parts of the ritual that spawned malevolent spirits. He hadn’t expected it to be this taxing.
Coupled with the Red-Eyed Bat’s injury, and the fact that he’d fed the evil spirits with his own blood afterward, it was no wonder he had almost collapsed.
Fatty hesitated and looked back at the corpses and the items scattered across the ground. “You’re not taking any of this? What about the bodies?”
Without turning his head, Li Zhen replied, “If they’re still alive, we can deal with it later. If they’re dead, nothing matters anymore.”
“Master, why did that unclean thing attach itself to my colleague’s wife?” Fatty hurried after Li Zhen. “His wife never even went near the building—how could the evil spirit target her?”
“Never went near the building, so she couldn’t be targeted?” Li Zhen coughed twice. “Did you think your colleague just happened to find that job by chance?”
“Didn’t he say he’d been terribly unlucky before joining the building—couldn’t find work anywhere?”
Fatty’s eyes widened. “Master, you mean… he was actually lured there by the evil spirit?”
“His constitution is special, but the evil spirit didn’t want him—it wanted the child in his wife’s belly.”
“The child?”
“What good would it do to possess him alone? Killing one more person means nothing. That evil spirit’s plan was to use the child as a vessel to reincarnate into this world—to completely break free from the building’s shackles.”
The more Fatty listened, the more terrified he became. “Reincarnate… as a child? What would happen then?”
“No one knows. But your colleague and his wife would become abominations, and you security guards would all be killed in the process.”
“So vicious!”
“This thing may be powerful, but it has a weakness—it will never allow anyone to interrupt its reincarnation.”
The two of them climbed over the cemetery fence one after another.
Fatty rushed to a patch of tall weeds, pulled away the branches covering a newly rented car, and got in.
His own car had been wrecked in the crash, so he had rented this one for the job.
Li Zhen sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.
The weary Red-Eyed Bat nestled back into the pocket on Li Zhen’s chest.
“Go to your colleague’s house, quickly.”
“It’s quite far—I’ll drive fast.”
……
Inside a dark and narrow apartment, Siu Lan, lying on her bed, suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness.
Her face was pale as paper—so pale it was unnervingly eerie. Her unblinking eyes stared straight toward the window.
On the windowpane, two rotting ghost faces were pressed against the glass, staring directly back at her.
If any ordinary person had seen that sight, they would have been scared half to death.
But Siu Lan didn’t react at all—she just continued to stare blankly at the ghostly faces.
Gradually, the faces faded away.
Then came the clinking sound of knives striking ceramic bowls.
A cold glint flickered as every knife in the house suddenly flew toward Siu Lan in the darkness.
Expressionless, Siu Lan waved her hand lightly.
Tables, chairs, and stools in the room suddenly lifted into the air, colliding with the knives and knocking them to the floor.
The clatter of metal rang out.
An old man wearing burial robes and a middle-aged man with a gaping mouth appeared in Siu Lan’s room, step by step approaching her—each of their steps leaving behind drops of rotting, foul-smelling liquid.
The malice radiating from the two malevolent spirits was intense.
They clearly sensed that the woman before them was possessed by the very ghost that had once killed them.
The entire room grew colder, shrouded in oppressive darkness.
Siu Lan sat up mechanically from the bed.
A strange rasping sound arose—a small girl dressed in red, her face rotten to the bone, poked her head out from Siu Lan’s abdomen.
“Big Zhiguang, greedy for pleasure, brought about your own death.”
“Uncle, your chanting failed; you missed the fate within your grasp.”
The words, like a twisted nursery rhyme sung in an innocent tone, echoed endlessly through the sinister room.
It was the life-and-death verdict of the two who had become malevolent ghosts—how could it not enrage them, beings now made of pure resentment?
“Die! All… must die!”
The two ghosts, faces twisted with fury, lunged at Siu Lan.
“Hee-hee!”
The little girl giggled and vanished in an instant.
When she reappeared, she was before Siu Lan, holding a rotting arm in her hand—and began chewing on it as if it were a snack.
Now missing one arm each, the two ghosts grew even more hideous, swinging their remaining limbs as they charged at the little girl.
Mist spread, enveloping the entire room, turning it into a gloomy ghostly realm.
Half a meter in front of the little girl, the two ghosts, wrapped in fog, suddenly froze in place, unable to move.
The girl opened her monstrous mouth wide and lunged forward, biting off half of one ghost’s head.
Just then, the two suppressed ghosts’ bodies flared with a bloody light, erupting with tremendous resentment.
Streams of putrid fluid gushed from their bodies, forcing back the all-encompassing mist.
Seizing the moment, the two ghosts pounced on the little girl.
A sharp, piercing scream echoed—then the three ghostly beings turned into three distinct clouds of mist, twining together as they surged back into Siu Lan’s body.
From within her abdomen came the faint, chilling sound of chewing…