Myriad Heavens: Who Let Him Into the Horror Movie?

Chapter 5: Raising a Ghost Child

After Li Zhen’s warning, Wong Kam-Sun no longer dared to use his real information when checking into hotels, lest he left an opening for the Head-Descending Sorcerer.

Through personal connections, Songchai found them a place to stay. Though simple, it was spacious enough.

They had arranged to meet Master Wan Madama tomorrow at noon; they only needed to locate Ma Gusu by that time.

The woman, bound tightly with ropes, was thrown into a sealed room.

Wong Kam-Sun and Songchai went out into the night.

They had to find a way to destroy the registration form from Wong Kam-Sun’s previous stay, which contained his date of birth, and clean up the room he had stayed in earlier to ensure no strand of hair was left behind.

Now that they knew a Head-Descending Sorcerer was targeting them, every possible trace that might be used against them had to be erased.

Li Zhen kept watch over the woman while also observing that perpetually damp palm-leaf whip.

Since Master Wan Madama had said that the whip was harmless, then it should indeed be harmless.

Li Zhen was puzzled. Why had that strange Vegetable-Basket God given him such a thing?

Still, he did not worry too much.

The talisman on his arm could take him into other worlds—surely it would not fail to handle a mere trinket from that so-called Vegetable-Basket God.

He flicked the whip.

With a crisp “snap,” the moisture burst into a thin mist as the whip cracked through the air.

He needed to find a chance to test what this thing could really do…

A faint swelling pain in his abdomen made the shadow in Li Zhen’s heart deepen once again.

Ever since being diagnosed with a terminal illness, he often felt discomfort in his stomach—whether due to his mind or the disease itself, he could not tell.

Fortunately, since arriving here, the pain had not been too intense.

He had no painkillers on him. If the pain flared up badly, that would be trouble.

He had to finish the mission as soon as possible…

Li Zhen sighed silently to himself.

After learning of his illness, he had been recuperating in the suburbs, his daily routine reduced to little more than short walks after meals.

A whole day of movement today had left him somewhat exhausted.

When Wong Kam-Sun and Songchai returned later, their faces dark, Li Zhen did not ask how it had gone. He simply went back to his room to rest.

……

Late at night.

No moon.

The streets were pitch-black.

Occasionally, a few drunken men staggered past, letting out strange cries.

The barking of dogs and the chirping of nameless insects rose and fell in eerie harmony.

A cool breeze from the river rustled the leaves, producing faint “shasha” sounds.

In the midst of that rustling, a fruit knife rose silently, slipping through the window gap into the dark room.

Anyone who saw this would think they were hallucinating—because the fruit knife’s handle had no hand holding it…

A chill wind rose, and the room’s temperature dropped sharply.

Lying on the bed, her ropes already loosened except for those binding her hands and feet, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and called out excitedly, “Ma Gusu? Is that you? Hurry, save me! I’m tied up!”

She struggled to sit up.

Unseen by her, the fruit knife hovered over her body.

Without a sound, the knife plunged down.

Its sharp blade pierced deep into her wrist, slicing through the ropes.

Agonizing pain shot through her arm; she opened her mouth in terror—but not a sound came out.

Behind her, a small, hideous ghost missing half its head pressed against her back and slowly merged into her body.

The scent of blood thickened in the room.

In the darkness, the shadow-like woman sat up soundlessly, drew out the fruit knife, severed the ropes on her feet, and, dragging her stiff body, slowly got off the bed. Step by step, she walked toward the door.

“Creak…”

The door opened slowly.

The woman stepped out but suddenly tripped over something. With a thud, she fell forward, followed by a burst of chaotic sounds and ragged breathing.

A few minutes later, the living room light flicked on.

Li Zhen—who should have been asleep—was now pressing down on the woman from behind, one hand gripping her shoulder tightly while the other groped for the light switch on the wall.

Wong Kam-Sun pinned down her right shoulder.

Songchai held her legs.

Several chairs and wooden sticks that had been set as traps were kicked aside.

The gleaming fruit knife had fallen before the woman’s head.

The three men were all stained with blood.

The slick, warm blood made their palms and the woman’s arms slippery, making it much harder to hold her down.

And the woman—she seemed far stronger than before. Even with the three of them restraining her, she still struggled fiercely.

Veins bulged across her face, and strange guttural sounds came from her open mouth, while her eyes were dull and lifeless—eerily unnatural.

Wong Kam-Sun said gravely, “Something’s wrong! She wasn’t this strong before!”

Li Zhen, flustered, replied, “She’s lost so much blood and can still struggle like this—of course something’s wrong! We tied her ourselves… she had no knife, and we checked the entire room!”

Even now, Wong Kam-Sun couldn’t help but voice his suspicion: “You knew this woman would act up?”

Li Zhen spoke quickly, “A guess. Ask her if she still wants to live! With that much blood loss and thrashing like that, she’ll die soon!”

The last sentence was directed at Songchai.

At such a critical moment, Li Zhen had naturally been cautious—he hadn’t really fallen asleep.

Wong Kam-Sun’s birth data hadn’t leaked yet.

Ma Gusu didn’t have the ability to cast curses from afar.

And even if Ma Gusu realized the woman was in trouble, she might not know who was behind it.

If she tried to retaliate, she could only act through this woman.

Li Zhen remembered that certain Head-Descending Curses could kill from afar—or manipulate a person’s body to act according to the sorcerer’s will.

Judging by the woman’s condition, she fit the signs of such a curse perfectly…

Ma Gusu’s quick reaction honestly surprised Li Zhen.

While helping restrain the woman, Songchai shouted something rapidly in his own tongue.

The woman didn’t respond. Instead, she suddenly exploded with violent strength, throwing all three men to the floor.

With her bleeding right hand, she grabbed the fruit knife and swung it sideways.

“She’s possessed! Do something—now!” Wong Kam-Sun shouted, swiftly seizing the woman’s knife hand.

Seeing the danger, Songchai lunged forward, helping Wong Kam-Sun pin down her arm.

He tried to pry open her fingers but found them stiff as iron, utterly immovable.

“Hold her down!” Li Zhen suddenly released his grip, his face tense as he drew the palm-leaf whip from his pocket.

Being thrown aside earlier had jarred his insides; a dull ache pulsed through him again.

Enduring the discomfort, Li Zhen swung the whip—

—with a loud crack, it lashed across the woman’s face.

The woman let out a scream that was not human.

Behind her, a shadowy figure missing half its head tilted back and silently shrieked, nearly whipped clean out of her body.

“A malicious spirit?!” Li Zhen’s heart clenched. Instinctively, he rolled twice to the side, putting distance between himself and the woman.

Wong Kam-Sun and Songchai, terrified, let go.

Songchai scrambled away, shouting in horror, “A Ghost Child?! A flying curse! It’s a flying curse! Be careful—this woman’s been cursed!”