Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?-Chapter 37 : Sudden Arrival

Chapter 37: Sudden Arrival
The next day, before dawn broke, Fatty Wong arrived at Li Zhen’s residence in a large pickup truck.
Two coffins—one large, one small—were being towed behind the truck.
According to the yawning Fatty Wong, such things were inauspicious; it was best not to let others see them.
The lightly sleeping Li Zhen was awakened by Fatty Wong’s call and, alone, directed a few workers to move the coffins into his basement.
It was the room originally meant for cultivating the Method of Spirit Preservation.
After placing the coffins, the workers left the basement one after another.
Li Zhen and Fatty Wong followed behind.
“Achoo—”
Fatty Wong sneezed and complained, “Why is it so chilly and gloomy in here?”
Li Zhen, beside him, replied, “Isn’t that how basements are?”
Fatty Wong looked at him, hesitating. “Walking next to you, I suddenly feel a bit… scared. That kind of… eerie chill. Before, I only thought it was cold.”
Light from the corner ahead spilled into the not-so-narrow passage, illuminating only below Li Zhen’s chest. His side profile seemed shrouded in a dense veil of black mist, indistinct and blurred.
“People who are deathly ill and as thin as skeletons tend to make others subconsciously think of death,” Li Zhen said, turning toward him, “so it makes them uneasy?”
But Fatty Wong still couldn’t see Li Zhen’s face clearly.
He rubbed his nose. “Listen to you… What’s our relationship? Even if you turned into a ghost, I wouldn’t be scared of you. Speaking of which, some classmates in the group chat said they wanted to visit you together. You got time to see them?”
“To laugh at my misery?”
“The ones laughing are probably more from your Li family.”
“I won’t die.”
“If you outlive them, that’d sure be a surprise.”
“If I send them all off first, I’ll definitely be the one who lives longest.”
“Damn—wait, that’s not what I meant! Why do I feel like your eyesight’s gotten better? You don’t squint when looking at things now.”
……
Back before the Six-Armed Demonic Statue, Li Zhen sat cross-legged on the floor.
After a short rest, he picked up the little wooden figurine he had carved himself from the altar.
At this moment, the small figure’s limbs were already covered in mysterious runes.
Lifting his brush, Li Zhen added a few strokes on the figurine’s right arm, finally completing the sigil.
He could have finished those strokes earlier if he had wanted to.
But since the coffins Fatty Wong ordered hadn’t arrived yet, he had waited until now.
Setting down the brush, Li Zhen poured all the liquid from the cup onto the figurine.
Closing his eyes, he began to chant the incantation again.
After three repetitions, the figurine on the altar began to change. The once clean wood gradually grew specks like mold.
Li Zhen immediately felt the skin on his body tighten, as though beginning to transform as well.
Finally, he had reached this step…
He stretched out his hand and summoned the bat to him.
Standing up, he carried the bat into the room opposite, where the coffins were kept.
Those afflicted by the Corpse Curse suffered intense pain in the initial stage, so Li Zhen needed the bat to bear it in his stead.
After all, the bat had incredible vitality—its heart could be pierced, and it would still flutter about. A little pain was nothing.
In the past, he would have worried that the Red-Eyed Bat might not endure such agony and would backfire on him.
But now, he was no longer concerned.
After placing the bat into the small coffin—less than half a meter long—Li Zhen nailed the lid shut with coffin nails.
Then, he plastered both coffins with sigils he had drawn himself.
The “Corpse Curse” had already taken effect. As he worked, Li Zhen felt an itchy numbness spreading across his entire body.
This was only the beginning.
Without precaution, the pain would soon drive him to wish for death.
After a brief hesitation, Li Zhen returned to the opposite room and brought back both the Palm-Leaf Whip and the crossbow.
Coming back to the coffins, he slipped the whip into his sleeve as before, cradled the crossbow, and lay down inside the large coffin.
He set an alarm on his phone for noon, two days later.
Then Li Zhen closed his eyes and began chanting the spell.
The eerie incantation echoed endlessly through the dark room.
Last night, he had given Aunt He a short leave under some pretext. No one would disturb him for a while.
By noon two days later, the initial torment of the “Corpse Curse” would have passed.
As the ritual began to take effect, Li Zhen’s consciousness gradually slipped away.
From the small coffin nearby came violent thudding and pained “squeak-squeak” sounds.
The bat must have begun to feel the agony of the “Corpse Curse.”
That coffin wouldn’t hold it for long.
But even if it escaped, it couldn’t leave this sealed chamber beyond the tightly closed door.
Besides, it could not stray far from Li Zhen.
These thoughts flashed through his mind before his awareness sank deeper and deeper.
……
“……There’s someone here……”
“……Busybody……”
“Call an ambulance……”
“Call an ambulance? Look at that face—it’s paler than a corpse. Just call the funeral home instead.”
“Seems like he’s still breathing……”
“Hey, forget it. We just sent off two who weren’t breathing. Got plenty to do at home. If you wanna help, do it at your own house.”
The noisy voices were like ropes pulling his consciousness upward, forcing it to rise.
The outside sounds grew clearer, louder—so loud that Li Zhen grew furious.
His anger made his awareness rise even faster.
Like surfacing from deep water, at a certain moment, Li Zhen suddenly felt himself break free of all restraints.
He snapped his eyes open.
A boy of seven or eight, dressed in mourning clothes, filled his vision.
The boy bent down, reaching a hand toward him.
Still dazed, Li Zhen instinctively grasped that hand.
Startled by Li Zhen’s sudden awakening, the boy cried out and jerked his hand back.
“Crazy! Don’t bother with him!”
A middle-aged man beside them shot Li Zhen a glare, pulled the boy’s hand, and left.
The boy kept glancing back with every step, curious about Li Zhen.
Still unable to think clearly, Li Zhen watched blankly as the two entered the building across the narrow lane.
Where… was this place?
He slowly got up from the ground and stared around in confusion.
Night had just fallen.
He seemed to be in a narrow street between residential buildings.
Under the dim lights, not a single pedestrian was in sight.
Li Zhen could vaguely make out the style of the apartment blocks.
Had the mission started again?
Stimulated by the scene before his eyes, his stiff consciousness began to recover.
He lowered his head and looked at his right arm.
Lines of golden script appeared on the glowing runes of his hand.
【In the past two days, seven-year-old Zheng Ze had constantly felt a terrifying sense of being watched. From that gaze, he sensed great malice. He told his parents, but they didn’t believe him. He desperately wished for someone to believe him and drive the malice away.】
【The innocent should not be harmed. Protect Zheng Ze from the malicious force, uncover the truth behind the incident, and stop the malice from spreading further.】