Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?

Chapter 16: List of the Ferocious

Inside the room, Fatty Wong was watching a certain large-chested streamer play a popular game live. Sometimes he waved his hands excitedly, sometimes he shouted out loud.

After sending Li Zhen his cousin’s birth date, he had tossed the matter to the back of his mind.

If that guy suffered misfortune, he would naturally be delighted.

If it didn’t work—well, that was fine too.

After all, he cursed that guy for an early death every day.

Adding another layer of curse was even better.

Two people cursing were always better than one.

He didn’t know when noon came, but suddenly, he heard the buzzing sound of his phone vibrating.

Answering impatiently, Fatty Wong grunted a “Hello?” only for the person on the other end to start babbling frantically.

Fatty Wong listened, face full of shock, which quickly shifted into the glee of someone struck by immense fortune.

“What?! That dog… heart pain? Sent to the hospital? A banquet notice? Huh? Not dead yet? Damn, didn’t you say he was in agony, almost dying? I thought he really kicked the bucket… Fine, fine, I’m a generous man, I’ll go take a look.”

After hanging up, the excited Fatty Wong gradually calmed down. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

Just this morning, Li Zhen had asked about that guy’s birth date—and now the guy was in trouble?

Wasn’t that a bit too coincidental?

Still gloating, Fatty Wong decided to go check out the situation immediately. He grabbed his clothes and rushed out the door.

As he ran toward the underground garage, he called Li Zhen.

Li Zhen didn’t pick up. Instead, an automatic message replied, telling Fatty Wong that he was busy and would message him later, no need to come find him.

Fatty Wong didn’t think much of it and texted back, briefly explaining what had happened.

Ever since Li Zhen had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, his mood had been unstable, and disappearing for a while had become the norm, so Fatty Wong wasn’t worried.

Jumping into his car, Fatty Wong drove straight toward the hospital in excitement.

——

At his desk, Li Zhen was reading another booklet.

This one wasn’t about Head-Descending Curses, but rather miscellaneous sorceries—how a sorcerer could replenish his life force when suffering backlash, or how to refine and strengthen his craft.

Most of the spells were cruel and bloody, using materials like organs, brains, or placentas—disturbing enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Right now, Li Zhen was studying one called “Ghost Devourer,” a sinister art that, unusually, wasn’t particularly bloody.

Sensing the time approaching, Li Zhen took out his phone to check it.

Opening his messages, he saw Fatty Wong’s text.

Looks like the Lemon Curse worked well...

Li Zhen smiled faintly.

When the Lemon Curse activated, he had felt the reaction immediately.

Although this curse couldn’t kill directly, it was a top-tier method of torment—and even if the curse was dispelled and the lemon fragment removed, he wouldn’t suffer any backlash.

With Head-Descending Curses as protection, Li Zhen felt a bit more confident about his next task.

No matter how terrifying the next world was, at least he now had a means to fight back.

I wonder how much I can bring with me this time...

Standing up, Li Zhen stuffed the Red-Eyed Bat hanging from his pants into his pocket. Then he picked up a large duffel bag beside him, tossing his phone inside as well.

To test what he could take into another world, the duffel bag was packed with various items.

Time flowed slowly, and the world before his eyes melted like wax, dissolving into pure color that twisted and tangled endlessly.

When the colors reformed, Li Zhen found himself in a completely different world.

He stood in a narrow alleyway between several high-rise buildings.

It was dusk.

Li Zhen stood alone on the dim street, dressed in casual clothes. The duffel bag in his hand was gone, and a damp Palm-Leaf Whip lay on the ground.

“Chirp—chirp…”

The Red-Eyed Bat let out a shrill cry, crawling out from his pocket.

Li Zhen caught it, noticing that the object he’d stuffed into its mouth hadn’t made it through either.

So it seemed he could only bring the rewards he’d earned himself and the clothes on his body—nothing else.

Picking up the Palm-Leaf Whip, Li Zhen tucked it into his left sleeve.

The force that transported him here only seemed capable of sending him into other worlds and bringing him back after completing his missions—nothing more.

No tools from his original world, no prepared identities to make things easier.

Without painkillers, it’d be troublesome if his illness flared up...

Li Zhen frowned.

Forget it, first figure out what the mission is.

This time, he had to find the summoner?

Looking around, Li Zhen walked out of the secluded alley.

A mustached, plump man in a security uniform hurried past him, bearing a faint resemblance to Fat Cat.

I really have fate with fat guys, huh...

Expression slightly strange, Li Zhen stepped back into the alley and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the glowing, sinister sigil on his arm.

Lines of red text appeared on the sigil:

【The evil spirit’s malice has spread to Fatty. He wants to help others but cannot protect himself.】

【The kind should not die unjustly at the hands of evil. Please help Fatty escape his doomed fate and uncover the full truth behind the strange events. Eliminate the culprit.】

Why was the mission description always this vague?

Li Zhen was speechless.

But judging from what he’d just seen, it all felt oddly familiar.

High-rise building, security guard, evil ghost...

There were countless horror movies with those elements. Even if it felt familiar, he couldn’t immediately tell where he’d landed.

Circling the building, Li Zhen noted that the twenty-some-story structure only had offices rented on the top few floors, while the shops below were still empty.

It was long past working hours, so the entire building was eerily silent and desolate.

This place—definitely prime real estate for a haunting. They wouldn’t even need special effects to shoot a ghost film here.

The Red-Eyed Bat seemed to sense the dark aura within the building. It stirred in his arms, calling anxiously and warily.

For even this evil creature to sense danger—the ghost here must be terrifying indeed...

Li Zhen patted the bat comfortingly.

This bat was a mutated species, a vicious creature by nature. If it felt threatened, whatever lurked in the building was certainly dangerous.

He had to stay alert. Dying here would be pathetic.

Li Zhen didn’t dare rush inside.

Seeing a small newsstand at the intersection a few hundred meters away, he decided to head there first—to gather some information.

As soon as he reached it, a headline in bold red letters covering half the front page caught his eye—

“Shocking! Evil Ghost Appears in Central Building—Several Security Guards Dead!”

The article reported that a certain high-rise had been haunted, with multiple security guards killed.

One of them, called Mr. Hong Kong, choked to death on a bone while eating dog meat, vomiting up a pile of yellow mud.

The most recent victim was Uncle Hon, who had been cooking porridge at home when boiling hot gruel splashed all over his face, burning him alive.

Extracting the key information, Li Zhen immediately understood why everything had felt so familiar just now.

Fatty, security guard, building, evil ghost, choking on bone, scalded to death by porridge...

Put all that together—wasn’t this the classic horror film “List of the Ferocious”?

That movie’s eerie atmosphere and chilling set pieces had been masterfully done. Especially the open-ended finale—it had haunted Li Zhen since childhood, one of his earliest nightmares.

Recalling the plot, Li Zhen pieced it together.

A man named Cheung Kam-Keung, out of wounded pride, refused to work at his father-in-law’s lingerie factory. As a result, he and his pregnant wife struggled to survive in a shabby little flat.

After repeated failures in finding a job, he came across a mysterious newspaper ad and landed a job as a security guard at a high-rise.

From the moment Cheung started working there, strange things began happening.

Security guards died one after another in bizarre ways, until a feng shui master intervened and revealed that the building was a gathering ground for evil spirits—and that one such ghost sought to reincarnate through Cheung’s unborn child.

With the master’s help, Cheung could have prevented it, but his hesitation led to disaster—the master died instead.

Fatty had tried to help the young man exorcise the ghost, only to be killed by it.

In the end, the evil spirit successfully descended into the world through the baby.

Cheung, having failed to destroy it, hid behind his front door.

When his wife returned home holding their child, Cheung’s twisted face appeared—he raised an axe and swung it down at the baby.

Besides that ending, Li Zhen remembered Fatty’s death vividly.

For a kind man like Fatty, it had been sheer misfortune—yet he’d died so miserably. Truly pitiful...

After some thought, Li Zhen already had a plan of action in mind.