Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?

Chapter 11: Return and Reward

Two days later, Li Zhen rose from his hospital bed and stretched lazily under the sunlight.

He was wearing a patient’s gown, his wounds wrapped in bandages. His lips were pale, and his complexion waxen.

Before going to find Ma Gusu, he and Wong Kam-Sun had already made preparations. The wounds from the mad dog’s bite that night weren’t actually too serious—getting a rabies vaccine had solved the problem.

The reason his complexion looked so poor was due to illness.

Yesterday, a sudden, intense pain had erupted in his abdomen, nearly taking his life.

Fortunately, he had managed to get painkillers in time.

Master Wan Madama was a virtuous monk with profound spiritual power and extensive connections.

Both the painkillers and the hospital arrangements had been handled through Master Wan Madama’s help.

“You look much better today.” Wong Kam-Sun pushed open the door, carrying a bag as he entered the hospital room.

Yesterday, he had contacted the Hong Kong police and confirmed that Lam Wai’s condition had suddenly improved, which clearly indicated that Ma Gusu had indeed cast a Head-Descending Curse on him.

With Ma Gusu dead, not only was Lam Wai freed from the curse, but the threat against Wong Kam-Sun and his family had also been eliminated. His mood today was excellent, and his expression relaxed.

Li Zhen smiled. “Officer Wong, you seem to be in good spirits too.”

“You can call me Bobby. My friends all call me Bobby.” Wong Kam-Sun set the bag onto the hospital bed. “This is what you wanted. It took several professional translators to finish it in such a short time.”

“There are some parts of the book that don’t have corresponding words in Mandarin, so they’re written phonetically—it doesn’t read very smoothly. But overall, the meaning is clear.”

“According to your request, I also had Songchai find two people knowledgeable in Head-Descending Curses to review it. They said there shouldn’t be any major issues.”

“The time was short, so the translation could only be done to this level. If we had a few more days to polish it, it would definitely be better.”

Without a word, Li Zhen opened the bag and took out one of the bound booklets inside.

The booklet wasn’t thick, maybe twenty to thirty pages at most—more of a pamphlet than a book.

There was no title on the cover.

He flipped it open casually.

At the top of the page were three neatly written characters—Head-Splitting Curse.

Flipping further, he found another type of curse.

In total, there were more than ten types of Head-Descending Curses recorded within.

This was the book Li Zhen had found when searching Ma Gusu’s house that day.

The original text was written in a Nanyang language, which Li Zhen could only partially understand, so he had asked Wong Kam-Sun to have it translated as soon as possible.

He had remained in this world for two extra days, despite his illness, waiting for the translation of these books to be completed.

If he returned before they were done, he could still find translators later—but he wouldn’t be able to find anyone knowledgeable in the Head-Descending arts to verify whether the translations contained errors.

Seeing Li Zhen reading intently, Wong Kam-Sun reminded him, “Master Wan Madama said the spells in these books are extremely wicked. They involve bloodshed and terrible demons. Using them would surely damage one’s virtue. Almost all who practice Head-Descending Curses meet violent deaths—you’ve seen Ma Gusu’s end yourself.”

Li Zhen closed the booklet and looked up with a faint smile. “Do I look like someone who can still use curses to harm others?”

Wong Kam-Sun comforted him. “Your illness is serious, but not necessarily incurable... There are still many masters like Master Wan Madama. Back in Hong Kong, I know a few who are excellent in both medicine and spiritual practice. I’ll introduce them to you when the time comes.”

He had seen Li Zhen’s medical report and understood his condition, so he wasn’t worried that Li Zhen would actually use the Head-Descending arts to harm anyone—Li Zhen simply didn’t have the strength or time to practice them.

According to what he had learned from Master Wan Madama, the Head-Descending arts weren’t something that could be mastered just by reading a few books and following instructions.

Without a skilled teacher, an ordinary person couldn’t even properly set up a ritual altar, let alone contact the demonic entities behind those arts.

There were countless hidden intricacies within.

If learning the Head-Descending arts were truly that simple, there wouldn’t be so few practitioners in the world.

When Wong Kam-Sun first heard Li Zhen’s request for help translating the books, he had assumed Li Zhen merely wanted to learn more about the curses to further investigate his friend’s death.

According to Li Zhen, he hadn’t found any photo of his friend in Ma Gusu’s home.

Perhaps Ma Gusu had destroyed the photos of those he cursed to death after they died.

Or perhaps Li Zhen’s friend hadn’t been killed by Ma Gusu at all.

Thus, Li Zhen insisted on continuing his investigation.

Wong Kam-Sun respected that determination.

After all, Li Zhen had saved his and his family’s lives from mortal danger. So, despite his lingering doubts, Wong Kam-Sun chose to help him.

Of course, all this was based on his not knowing Li Zhen’s true situation.

Being a man who valued gratitude and repayment, Wong Kam-Sun decided that upon returning to Hong Kong, he would consult a master about Li Zhen’s illness.

Li Zhen shifted the topic. “You’re heading back to Hong Kong tomorrow?”

“Yes, my flight’s tomorrow afternoon. That woman…”

“You handle her as you see fit. You’ve already spoken with Master Wan Madama? Ma Gusu may have had a teacher—someone dangerous.”

“I’ve told him. Master Wan Madama said he’ll be careful. Following your suggestion, I also borrowed back the Golden Lotus Leaf. Master Wan Madama truly is a generous man.”

“If anything strange happens, contact Master Wan Madama immediately.”

“You too. Before leaving Nanyang, you’d better see Master Wan Madama once more. And if you come to Hong Kong, contact me.”

After chatting a bit longer, Wong Kam-Sun needed to attend to unresolved matters. He left his address and contact information before preparing to leave the ward.

As he stepped through the door and reached to close it behind him, he heard Li Zhen’s voice: “Bobby, safe travels.”

Wong Kam-Sun turned back, smiling as he waved. “You too. Safe travels.”

When the door closed, Li Zhen withdrew his gaze and quickly read through the booklet again, starting from the section describing the Head-Descending Curses.

“Time to go. I wonder if I can take these things back with me…”

Even if he couldn’t, he had already memorized the most important parts.

After resting briefly, he packed his old clothes and the only remaining palm-leaf whip into the bag with the booklets, glanced once more at the sunlight outside, and said silently in his heart: Return.

The runes on his arm began urging him to go back.

He couldn’t stay in a world for too long.

Next time, he might try to see how long he could push the limit...

Everything around him stopped, then began to twist and distort, until it all dissolved into nothingness.

Golden lines of text appeared before Li Zhen’s eyes:

【With your diseased body, you prevented the malicious spread of an evil Head-Descending practitioner’s curse upon Wong Kam-Sun. Within twenty-four hours, you slew the curse master and exceeded your task by killing the evil creature, the Red-Eyed Bat.】

【Congratulations. You have obtained from the world of Gu the Palm-Leaf Whip. This whip was long held by a Medium devoted to the Vegetable-Basket God, stained with His aura and personally blessed by Him. It can lash spirits and extract fragments of their memories.】

【Congratulations. You have obtained from the world of Gu the inheritance of the Head-Descending Arts—The Twelve Curses. As the name implies, this knowledge contains twelve bloodthirsty and brutal Head-Descending Curses, originating from Ma Gusu.】

【Congratulations. You have obtained from the world of Gu the evil entity—The Red-Eyed Bat. This bat is an aberration among its kind, forged through endless slaughter and consumption of its kin, the sole survivor born from countless deaths—violent and bloodthirsty.】