Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?

Chapter 17: Contact

Unable to bear the eerie atmosphere inside the building, Fatty Wong, who had originally planned to go to work as usual, came up with an excuse and took the day off.

The sky had yet to darken, and outside, a few pedestrians occasionally passed by.

Every time Fatty Wong saw a living person after leaving the building, he felt a sense of closeness, as if the vitality within him grew a little stronger with each encounter.

The horrific deaths of his two colleagues lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

Combined with the strange incidents that occasionally occurred within the building, Fatty Wong had long suspected that there was something unclean inside.

Until earlier that day, when Master Danyang had sought him and his colleague Zhang Jinqiang out, telling them that there were indeed unclean things in the building—and that they had already set their sights on Zhang Jinqiang, whose date of birth was particularly unusual. As for why Zhang Jinqiang had not yet met with disaster, that still required further investigation.

Though the thing had not targeted him for the moment, Fatty Wong still felt his hair stand on end.

Who knew when that ghostly thing might suddenly turn its attention to him?

Get the paycheck as soon as possible, and then quit…

Fatty Wong took out his keys and unlocked his old Toyota.

The car was ancient—having run hundreds of thousands of kilometers—and was nearly at the verge of being scrapped. The moment the engine roared to life, the whole vehicle rattled noisily.

Most people couldn’t drive it, but Fatty Wong, being familiar with every quirk of the machine, handled it smoothly.

The car pulled out of the parking lot, drove a few hundred meters, and was about to reach the intersection when it suddenly came to a stop.

Fatty Wong pressed the horn several times, signaling the person standing in front of the car to move aside. Yet, the man only pointed at him, as if asking for a ride.

Seeing that the man was alone, carrying no tools, his figure thin and frail—perhaps sick and heading to the hospital—Fatty Wong’s sympathy flared, and he rolled down the window, calling for the man to get in.

But the moment the man entered the car, Fatty Wong regretted it.

It was already getting dark; earlier, he hadn’t seen the man’s face clearly. Now, turning back, he saw it plainly—

The man was young, but his complexion was terrible: a sickly wax yellow tinged with an unnatural greenish hue, his eyes bloodshot and wild, evoking a sense of madness that instinctively made one uneasy and fearful.

Such a person didn’t look like a good sign in any sense.

It was too late to regret now—he was already in the car. All Fatty Wong could do was send him off as soon as possible.

Glancing through the rearview mirror at the backseat, Fatty Wong asked in a calm tone, “Where are you headed? I might not be going your way.”

The man who had been watching the building all this time—waiting for Fatty Wong—was none other than Li Zhen.

Upon hearing Fatty Wong’s words, Li Zhen didn’t answer directly. Instead, he said in a tone of surprise, “Strange. Your face is dark and your glabella clouded—your vitality is being suppressed by yin energy. That’s a clear sign of encountering evil. Yet you’re still unscathed. Remarkable.”

Startled, Fatty Wong almost pressed the accelerator instead of the brake.

This person actually knew about the situation in the building…

Was he some kind of master?

Fatty Wong instinctively thought of Master Danyang.

Back then, it was Master Danyang who had approached him and Zhang Jinqiang first.

But this man looked nothing like that master—not even close…

Fatty Wong glanced again at Li Zhen through the mirror, slowed the car, and forced a laugh. “What nonsense are you spouting? What world do you think this is, saying I’ve run into evil?”

“Come on—if you’re trying to scam money, pick someone else. Who am I? Fatty Wong, a night-shift security guard. I patrol that building every night, you know? Encountered evil, huh? Who are you trying to scare?”

Seeing that Fatty Wong was actually testing him, Li Zhen smiled faintly. “Before that building was constructed, the site used to be a haunted house—full of unclean things.”

“It’s said that many children died there back then. The resentment was so heavy that they all turned into ghosts within that house.”

“When the developers built the building, they knew about it, but for the sake of profit, they chose to ignore it. As long as the money came first, how many people died later didn’t matter to them.”

When Li Zhen said the first sentence, Fatty Wong slammed the brakes and pulled over to the roadside.

He had worked in that building for over a year and never knew such an inside story—yet this man spoke as if he had witnessed it himself.

If that was true, then hadn’t he been patrolling a haunted house every night?

The thought of walking alone in the darkness while surrounded by a crowd of little ghosts made him shudder.

Turning toward Li Zhen, Fatty Wong asked in astonishment, “Are you a Feng Shui master? If there were that many unclean things there, why didn’t anything happen before?”

“I only know a little Feng Shui—not enough to be called a master,” Li Zhen said. “The reason nothing happened before was that the time wasn’t right. Things happen when the time comes. When certain special people enter that building, they trigger the disaster.”

“Special people…” Fatty Wong’s heart skipped a beat.

Was he talking about his colleague Zhang Jinqiang?

All the strange occurrences had begun only after Zhang Jinqiang arrived.

Master Danyang had also said that Zhang Jinqiang’s birth date was unique—an easy target for unclean entities.

After hearing Li Zhen’s words, Fatty Wong became convinced that this man must be of the same trade as Master Danyang.

Li Zhen continued, “That building reeks of malevolent energy, and there’s a thick scent of blood wafting from it. Someone’s already been killed there—and in a particularly brutal way.”

“With such deep resentment gathered… the fact that you’re still alive is pure luck.”

“If nothing is done, and the situation keeps worsening, who knows how many more will die? At the very least, all the security guards in that building will be killed.”

The first part clearly referred to the two colleagues who had already been murdered.

The last part made Fatty Wong’s face blanch.

“Master, even the unclean things are after me now? No, no—that can’t be right. Why would they come after me? I’m not one of those special people! What does this have to do with me?”

The only reason Fatty Wong had dared to return despite knowing about the unclean presence was because Master Danyang had told him that the thing’s target wasn’t him—it was Zhang Jinqiang.

But now someone else was telling him that he wouldn’t be able to escape in the end either?

On top of fear, Fatty Wong felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.

Who didn’t say he was a good person?

And now, without doing anything wrong, he was going to be taken out by some unclean thing?

How could that not make him feel wronged?

“The ones who died before—were they special people?” Li Zhen shook his head. “When an evil ghost kills, it follows its own logic. Those who die likely violated its taboo. And do you even know what that taboo is? If you don’t, then you won’t know when it’ll be your turn.”

“If I quit and leave the building…”

“It’s useless. With such heavy resentment, it won’t let any of you go in the end.”

Fatty Wong swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Master, let’s find a nice place to sit and talk while eating. I know a great restaurant nearby.”

The moment he restarted the car, the old vehicle suddenly roared like a beast injected with fuel, jolting violently forward.

Caught off guard, Fatty Wong felt a powerful force shove him back into his seat and cried out in shock, “I didn’t step on the gas!”

Li Zhen, who had been restraining the restless Red-Eyed Bat, was already prepared. The moment the car moved, his hand slipped into his sleeve and gripped the Palm-Leaf Whip—