Chapter 1 A Letter

I didn't understand what "inauspicious fate" meant, so I could only continue reading.

My dad wrote in the letter:

When you were born, my senior brother said he wanted to kill you. He felt that your life was filled with too much yin energy, and that you would become a ghost in the future, stirring up a storm of blood in the world. Killing you would be saving people.

To save your life, I betrayed my sect.

My senior brother… never mind, I won’t talk about him…

I brought you to live in seclusion here because I had my eye on the corpse suppressed by the Tianbei Stone (Heavenly Tablet Stone).

I reversed the feng shui layout, feeding the chickens your hair and fingernails, all to transfer your fate to that corpse. This was the only way to change your fate and allow you to live happily.

Unfortunately, man proposes, Heaven disposes. I didn't expect the blood moon to appear so suddenly and without warning. As a Shushi (Taoist), I failed to foresee the appearance of the blood moon; my skills were lacking. I must make up for my mistake.

The reason I told you to run was to leave you a chance of survival.

That zombie has been absorbing your aura all along. As long as you're around, he will definitely find you.

Now that you've returned, it means my senior brother has come looking for you.

My senior brother won't care about your life or death; he’d rather kill you than let that zombie live.

Be careful!

If I haven't miscalculated, my senior brother will keep you at home, make you lure the zombie out, and then perish together with it.

Don't worry about that corpse. I've left a way for you to escape at home.

However, I can't write it here, because even as you're reading my message, someone else is watching you.

Find the way to escape yourself, escape, escape from my senior brother's sight, and escape from that zombie.

Dad

As I finished reading the letter, a chill suddenly ran down my spine—it felt like someone was behind me.

At this time, it was impossible for anyone to come back to my house, but the feeling of someone standing behind me was too clear. I clearly felt that person put their hand on the back of my chair.

The sentence on the computer screen: "Even as you're reading my message, someone else is watching you," became exceptionally glaring.

There really was someone watching me.

My hand on the computer desk quietly moved back, grabbed the keyboard, and swung it violently behind me. As the keyboard data cable was torn into two pieces, the keyboard in my hand slammed hard on the chair. The keyboard keys flew everywhere, but behind me was empty.

I clutched the keyboard broken in two and took half a day to calm down.

The message said: my dad left me a way to escape, but where exactly is it?

Why didn't my dad give me any hints?

After thinking for a long time, I suddenly remembered the dagger my dad gave me.

I remember, that dagger should be one of a pair. He gave me one, and the other should be in his room. I rummaged through the cabinets and searched for a long time before I found the dagger behind the bookshelf.

The ghost chasing me is afraid of this dagger, otherwise he wouldn't have tried to take it away.

I ran back to my room with the dagger.

Since my dad left a way to escape, the place must be inconspicuous and convenient for me to escape. After thinking about it, the only strange place in my house was probably my own room.

My room has a back window, and the window opens right onto the courtyard wall. The distance between the window and the wall is less than half a meter, and both sides of the window were bricked up by my dad. Going out of the window is like entering a dead end.

I've only opened that window twice in all my years. Usually, the window is covered with a New Year picture. Even if someone entered my house, all they would see was a New Year picture on the wall and wouldn't see that there was a window behind it. Even I only saw it once when my dad changed the New Year picture.

I asked my dad what that window was for?

He said: it's for escaping. If you encounter an earthquake, a fire, or something, you can open the window and jump out. Even if our house collapses completely, it won't hit you.

I rushed into the room, tore off the New Year picture, and pushed open the window, only to come face to face with a figure outside the window—it was my dad standing outside the window.

My dad's face was mostly covered in mud, and the mud was mixed with blood. His eyes were wide and red. "Keep quiet, I'll take you away, give me your hand."

I mustered my courage and extended my hand. The other party grabbed my left wrist, and pulled me forward. I was about to fall towards the window when I used my knee to support myself on the window sill, pulled out the dagger from my body, and stabbed it out. The seven-inch dagger completely disappeared into the other party's chest.

The other party grinned and grabbed my right wrist, desperately trying to pull me out.

The dagger was useless. It's over!

I could only watch helplessly as he dragged me to the window. When most of my body left the window, my shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and a thunderous sound rang in my ears. I only felt my vision turn blank, and when I could see clearly again, there was a human-shaped mark on the wall opposite the window that looked like it had been burned by fire.

Qu Mo, who I didn't know when he came out, pulled me to the side and said to the figure, "Go back and tell your master. Li Po's life is mine."