Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?-Chapter 25 : Arrangement

Chapter 25: Arrangement
After comforting the panic-stricken Cheung Kam-Keung with a few words, Master Danyang walked toward the living room.
When he reached the doorway, he glanced around and suddenly said, “This building sits against a lone hill, facing away from the sun. Not only are the stairs pressing down on the main entrance, but the doors and windows also clash directly. The layout is unbalanced—this is a typical haunted house, extremely ominous.”
Before Cheung Kam-Keung could respond, he pointed to the wooden rack positioned at the center of the living room and said, “The arrangement here also has serious problems. The biggest issue lies with that wooden rack.”
“Placing this rack here is very unfavorable. This spot is your Fifth Emperor Position. If something suppresses it, your spiritual clarity will be affected. You must move it away immediately.”
Cheung Kam-Keung said, “I don’t even know when that rack was put there. I think… it was Siu Lan who placed it.”
Master Danyang said, “Looks like he was right—something’s wrong with your wife.”
Cheung Kam-Keung opened his mouth and forced a smile. “Maybe it was just a coincidence.”
“The placement is too precise to be a coincidence,” said Master Danyang. “That rack must be moved.”
He circled the room once, deep in thought, and then left Cheung Kam-Keung’s house with a solemn expression.
……
Back in the car.
Li Zhen opened the bag.
Looking at the two small cross-shaped effigies inside that emitted a foul stench, his expression grew grave.
The two rebellious spirits had grown so weak that they didn’t even attempt to retaliate, which showed how fierce the life-and-death struggle had been between them and the evil spirit possessing Siu Lan.
Unfortunately, in the end, the effort still fell short…
But what Li Zhen did was not without meaning.
If he hadn’t taken the risk to suppress that evil spirit, both he and Fatty Wong would have had to live in constant fear of being hunted down by it.
Moreover, that evil spirit hadn’t gained much from this confrontation either.
Since it hadn’t killed the two spirits, it couldn’t have escaped unscathed.
He just didn’t know how weakened it had become.
Li Zhen guessed that the spirit’s condition must be poor—otherwise, it wouldn’t have completely withdrawn from Siu Lan’s body, even temporarily.
He hadn’t sensed the evil spirit’s malevolence in her earlier.
This mission was harder than the last one…
This evil spirit was far more difficult to deal with than Ma Gusu…
He must take advantage of this chance to destroy it as soon as possible, Li Zhen thought grimly.
“So smelly, so smelly…”
Fatty Wong climbed into the car, sniffing at his own body as he did.
“Even with the protective suit on, I still smell like something died! Doesn’t seem like it’s just my imagination. Where are we going now?”
“Let’s get something to eat, then rest.”
“Ugh, after what we just went through, I don’t think I can eat anything.”
“Then find a place to shower first, then eat.”
“I’m all for that!”
Fatty Wong started the car.
“Can Master Danyang really get rid of that evil spirit?”
“He can’t. We have to help him—otherwise, we’ll die together.”
Fatty Wong frowned miserably. “That ghost’s too vicious… and sly. I really don’t want to run into it again.”
The two first went to wash up, then casually grabbed some food.
On the way, Fatty Wong kept grumbling about why the strange odor on his body wouldn’t wash off.
Li Zhen’s stomach also felt uncomfortable, and like Fatty Wong, he had no appetite.
They forced down some food, just enough to fill their stomachs.
Back in the car, Li Zhen asked Fatty Wong to buy some supplies for him.
The two evil spirits in the bag were weak and needed nourishment.
The Red-Eyed Bat, too, was listless and required feeding.
Master Danyang needed to prepare for the ritual, and so did Li Zhen.
The moment the back of his head touched the seat, Li Zhen could no longer resist the pull of sleep.
His body was growing weaker by the day, and after all that exhaustion, he had nearly reached his limit.
He slept fitfully.
Images of the six-armed, bat-faced demon god, swirling mists, a fleeting figure in red, and the two evil spirits he had created all flashed uncontrollably through his mind, leaving him dizzy and deeply unsettled.
Fatty Wong returned with the supplies and softly woke Li Zhen.
Li Zhen picked out the chicken blood Fatty had bought, smeared it over the cross-shaped effigies, and fed some to the Red-Eyed Bat. Then, instructing Fatty Wong to wake him at the right time, he slipped back into a half-conscious doze.
He didn’t know how long had passed when he heard Fatty Wong’s voice again, along with the sound of knocking on the car window.
“What time is it?” he asked groggily, blinking as he glanced outside.
Seeing the dim light of dusk, Li Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, and his foggy mind immediately cleared.
“It’s five-thirty,” Fatty Wong said, opening the car door.
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” Li Zhen got out of the car.
He had only meant to sleep for a few hours, but somehow he had slept till evening.
“Master Danyang said it’s fine,” Fatty Wong replied, motioning to the side. “He said he’s opening the altar tonight. There’s nothing to do during the day.”
Li Zhen looked toward where Fatty Wong gestured.
They were parked in what appeared to be a park. Master Danyang stood in a deserted pavilion, speaking intently.
As Li Zhen and Fatty Wong drew closer, he caught fragments of the master’s words.
“…You must paste them exactly where I told you—no mistakes.”
“Remember this: after you’ve pasted them, go smash the stove. Don’t hesitate, don’t stop. Smash hard. You must break the stove, or there’ll be no saving you.”
Cheung Kam-Keung promised, “I understand, Master. I’ll do exactly as you say.”
When he saw Li Zhen approach, Master Danyang said to him, “I’ve decided to set up the altar at midnight to deal with that fierce spirit.”
Li Zhen frowned. “Why not choose noon, when the yang energy is strongest? Why at night?”
Master Danyang explained in detail, “The Hour of the Rat is the moment when yin and yang intersect in chaos. By seizing that moment to ‘connect to the nether and subdue the wicked,’ we can use yin energy to communicate with spirits while borrowing the newborn yang to suppress evil.”
“Furthermore, according to traditional belief, supervision between the human and the underworld realms temporarily loosens at that time. A sorcerer can take the opportunity to act slightly beyond the rules.”
“Also, exorcism doesn’t rely solely on yang energy. Often, one uses yin to overcome yin—combining the utmost yin hour with an item of pure yang, like a peachwood sword, to form a force of yin-yang conflict that subdues demons.”
Li Zhen nodded. “Will it be enough to destroy the evil spirit completely?”
Master Danyang hesitated. “From what you said, that vengeful ghost has already been wounded. I’m confident I can break its malevolent aura, drive it out of the woman it possessed, and bind it back to the building. As for whether it can be slain completely… that, we’ll have to see.”
If there was no guarantee of killing the spirit, that wouldn’t do. Li Zhen’s mission hinged on its extermination.
If this chance was lost, even if he dared to take risks later, there might not be another opportunity.
Li Zhen said decisively, “I’ll go to the building myself and find a way to destroy that evil spirit. It must not be allowed to kill again.”
Master Danyang frowned. “That’s too dangerous.”
Li Zhen said, “Your ritual is just as dangerous. If it fails, it’ll be no different from me entering that building.”
He coughed lightly and declared solemnly, “It’s killed so many people—we can’t let it continue to exist.”
“If it’s given the chance to recover, once it regains some strength, it might slaughter all the security guards in the building, turning them into spirits under its command.”
“And if it succeeds in reincarnating through possession, the consequences will be beyond our control.”
The words sounded righteous and just—but the problem was…
Coming from the mouth of a sorcerer skilled in head-descending curses, they somehow didn’t sound quite right.
Master Danyang didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Then, with a flicker of self-awareness, he silently scolded himself for being prejudiced.
How could one judge a person merely by appearances?
Even among those who practiced the head-descending arts, there could still be good men.
This was originally his responsibility—but now someone else was volunteering to risk his life to help.
How could such a man not be a good one?