Like being immersed in ice water from head to toe, chills of extreme cold rose from his bones, evaporating along every pore, and climbing up his back.
Fear gripped his throat like a cold iron hand, squeezing out every trace of air in his lungs.
Almost subconsciously, Mo Yi stretched out his hand to grab Yu Ran and push her to the side!
The two stumbled to one side with the force, and they almost fell to the ground by surprise.
Before Yu Ran became aware of it, she felt a gust of icy air passing by the edge of her cheek, rubbing against its side, and causing sharp pain.
Yu Ran’s ability to react in the instance made her respond instantly. She took advantage of the situation to grab Mo Yi’s arm. She hugged him before the two landed in confusion, rolling and ducking to the side.
After a moment of dizziness, the two of them had left the place where they had just stood, but were lying on the ground in dismay.
Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the door of the kitchen.
The shadow, from which it was unknown if it could still be called human, stood quietly in the darkness. Half of the figure was hidden in the dim corridor, and the outline could hardly be seen.
The only thing one could see clearly was its face.
The pale and blurry face looked distorted and strange, as a pair of dark eyes turned slowly, one by one, to look at them.
Mo Yi’s scalp was a little numb, and the almost inhuman gaze felt like a thorn on his back, a physiological tremor flooded his heart, and adrenaline surged.
His eyes were swift, as he turned his head to look behind him. It was a tall stove, full of layers of iron pots and kitchen utensils. The only half-open pot was filled with a strong smell of blood behind the stove. The window frame had been completely twisted, narrow and compact, sealed with a few simple wooden planks. It was difficult for even a very small child to get through.
Not to mention two normal-sized adults.
Mo Yi swallowed slowly and turned back.
The only way through the kitchen was the door leading to the corridor, which meant that their escape route was blocked.
There was nowhere to run.
At this moment the shadow had completely turned its whole face around. The pale and strange face looked like wax oil that had melted and resolidified, and the black hole-like eyes stared straight at the two of them.
It took a slow step forward, walked out of the shadows in the hallway, and entered the kitchen half way, illuminated by the dim light in the room.
Yu Ran’s low breathing sounded in his ears.
Mo Yi’s breathing was also slightly stagnant, urging and forcing himself to think of some solution.
The shadow took another step forward, revealing its charcoal twisted limbs and body. Only its face was an extremely eerie white, and the sharp color contrast was very uncomfortable.
It looked extremely uncoordinated, and walked crookedly, slowly but firmly towards the two of them.
The distorted face got closer and closer, the pair of ghostly eyes burning with malice.
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A pair of sharp phoenix eyes stared closely at the approaching figure, then raised the blade and swung it downward!
She wanted to fight back!
The next second, the blade passed through its body without any sense of resistance.
Yu Ran couldn’t help being stunned. She looked at her hands and saw that the blade cut through the figure, as if it had cut through air. After the blade had passed, the figure began to gather slowly again, and then finally condensed into its original human form.
It looked at Yu Ran with that emotionless, blurry face, its black hole-like eyes looking ghostly.
Before Yu Ran could step back, the figure grabbed her neck.
Its five charcoal-like fingers tightly clasped the woman’s slender throat, the frightening face slowly approached, and the twisted wax-like facial features nearing.
Seeing that Yu Ran was about to encounter an unexpected incident, Mo Yi’s heart was beating like a drum, and his face was as white as paper. He forced himself to calm down and think about how to break the near-dead situation in front of him.
His eyes were fixed on the charcoal-like palms on Yu Ran’s neck and the black handprints on her complexion, and a guess suddenly flashed in his heart, illuminating his mind like lightning.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers. The silver chain that fell heavily around his wrist was like a noose around it. It was pressing down heavily with its weight, stained with a little body temperature, as if the upper end was tied to a human heart.
Blood rushed through his ears, and his heartbeat was unbelievably rapid.
Mo Yi stepped forward and tore off the silver chain wrapped around his wrist. The round pendant under the mottled chain flashed faintly in the dim light.
He moved the silver chain very quickly and hung it around Yu Ran’s neck, whose eyes were a little slack.
Through the rusty hinge the frame of the pendant opened between his fingers with the sudden pull of gravity, revealing two small pocket photos inside, just right in front of the pale, twisted and terrifying face.
In the yellowed black-and-white photo, the boy and the girl were smiling brightly at the outside. Though the blurred faces one couldn’t see their facial features clearly, only two pairs of bright black eyes were staring at everyone innocently.
As if struck by lightning, the distorted and blurry figure trembled violently, then released Yu Ran’s neck and staggered back a few steps.
A hoarse, high-pitched, inhuman cry erupted from its body, as if suffering from unbearable pain.
Even its figure was slightly distorted, as if the fog had been blown away, so the outline of its body was fluctuating.
Yu Ran lost the strength to support her body and fell to the ground suddenly. Her dilated pupils slowly focused, then coughing violently and fiercely as if tearing her body apart.
Mo Yi’s eyes stared right at the figure, his bloodless lips pressed into a tight straight line.
The shadow seemed to have recovered from the pain that had suddenly struck, and the outline of the figure reconvened.
It twisted its face so that it suddenly turned to the side, slowly crouched down beside Yu Ran, stretching out its charcoal-like hand, and tremblingly holding the silver pendant that fell in front of her.
The frame opened in its pitch-black palm.
The pale face seemed to solidify a little, and the facial features slowly gathered on the blurred face like melted wax oil.
It was a woman’s face, with deep facial features, a typical Anglo-Saxon appearance, with an elegant and sad face.
Her face was deeply marked by pain, trembling charcoal-like fingers slowly stroked the two blurred photos, as if she could directly touch the fresh and soft faces of the children through the cold photo frame.
Affectionate and desperate.
Seeing that the other party seemed to be sane enough to communicate, Mo Yi calmed down, but seemed to be afraid of irritating the other party. He cautiously spoke in English:
“Ma’am, I’m sorry–”
The other party raised her head. Although her face was still clear, her eyes returned to a black hole-like ghost, and all the human emotions on her face disappeared completely, staring at Mo Yi closely.
The hoarse voice sounded as if it had been scorched by fire:
“You must die.”
Mo Yi’s heart suddenly burst, but his emotions were not at all obvious on his face. It seemed that he was not the one who was threatened with death.
His eyes were fixed on the woman’s pale face, and he said quietly:
“Can you tell us why?”
Her face became pale and distorted again, and the originally clear facial features became much more blurred. She stared at Mo Yi, her ghostly eyes as cold as iron:
“You must die.”
Mo Yi looked at her intently: “The temptation of the devil is always wrapped in honey, isn’t it?”
The ghost looked at him, her eyes gloomy and cold.
Mo Yi took a step forward, his voice became gentle and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the content of his words was as direct as a merciless sword:
“Although Erica and John are back, they have something more deadly in them. The plague that once took countless european lives followed them back from hell, right?”
After hearing those two names, the ghostly shadow’s figure trembled violently, and her pale and blurry face became firmer again.
Mo Yi’s tone slowed down, as if his voice was wrapped in satin, as warm as velvet:
“But, as far as I know, the Black Death hasn’t erupted since the 17th century, let alone its more vicious and deadly variants, so… you stopped it, right?”
Her face was pale and cold, and she looked out of place on her charred body.
Mo Yi held his breath: “that’s why you became like this, right?”
A wave of emotion finally flashed across her face, and her eyes became sad– this time, she finally spoke, her hoarse voice harsh and terrifying, like the sound of fingernails scraping through glass:
“…it can never happen.”
This sentence appeared once on the letter paper on the second floor, and appeared again on the letter paper hidden in the box.
Now, it had been said by her again.
Speaking firmly, sadly, and desperately, like a sharp blade piercing deep into the wound. The knife saw blood and brought out the foul-smelling rot from the wound.
The face of the other party was more condensed at the moment, and her eyes become rational:
“I killed my children.”
Mo Yi’s heart skipped a beat. Although he had already guessed the development of the incident, he still felt indescribably shocked when he heard it with his own ears.
“I held their bodies and set the house on fire.”
She lowered her head, and her charred fingers gently stroked the faces of the two children on the necklace:
”The devil doesn’t want to see me disturb his plan. In order to punish and retaliate against me, he made it so that when my body smelled of burnt stench, my head was not licked by the fire, and I could only watch my precious children’s corpses burn in the flames, as my body turned to coke.”
Mo Yi couldn’t see her face clearly, and could only hear her voice made hoarse by the fire:
“But what does it matter? There’s nothing more painful than watching my children die again… I deserve it.”
She slowly took off the necklace from Yu Ran’s neck, carefully held it in her stiff and charred palms, then stood up and looked at Mo Yi with dark eyes emotionlessly:
“So, you must die.”
”If you don’t die at my hands– be killed and sacrificed by this house, then… it will come back again.”
The ghost’s face became pale and distorted again, it slowly took a step forward, and its hoarse voice was like a demon crawling out of hell:
“I won’t allow it.”
”I paid for everything I stopped and I will not allow you to let it out again.”
Its face was terrifying and distorted, its words were vague and cold, and it murmured over and over again:
“–you must die.”
TL: So sorry for missing yesterday’s scheduled chapter 😭
Thanks for the update
how sad :-[
thanks for the chapter <3
So she’s a victim too : (
If you choose the devil, you know what you’re doing
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍
Absolutely horrifying when the monster can be reasoned with but its reasoning for attacking is too solid to shift
Thank you so much for translating! <3