bookrandom Chapter 749 The Evil Spirit's True Form
Chapter 749 The Evil Spirit's True Form
Chen Yile lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The scene in the basement of the Oriental Hotel kept appearing in his mind - the pale, distorted face and the image of the broken talisman.
He knew he had to act quickly, otherwise more people would die in this "murderous nightmare."
He opened his phone and sent a message to Lin Xue: "We need more information. Especially the details about the incident forty years ago."
Lin Xue quickly replied, "I've already found some information. A similar incident did occur in East City forty years ago."
"Five people saw the same man's face in their dreams and died three days later. The last person to die was a Taoist priest who tried to seal the evil spirit, but ultimately failed to escape death."
Chen Yile's heart tightened: "This means that the evil spirits now are more powerful than they were forty years ago."
The next morning, Chen Yile received the latest news from Lin Xue - the place and time of death of the third victim, Fang Wang.
“Wang Fang died at home,” Lin Xue wrote. “She had a photo of the Oriental Hotel on her phone, but no record of having been there.”
Chen Yile frowned. This meant that the evil spirit had begun to infect others through the victim's nightmares, without requiring them to go to the Oriental Hotel in person.
He decided to go to the basement of the Oriental Hotel again to try to find more clues.
Chen Yile stood at the door of the Oriental Hotel and took a deep breath.
A cold wind whistled past, stirring up fallen leaves. He pushed open the iron door and walked into the lobby. The reception desk was still empty, with only the dim chandelier swaying from the ceiling.
He walked straight to the stairs and walked step by step towards the basement. The beam of the flashlight illuminated the road ahead, but he always felt that a pair of eyes were watching him in the dark.
Suddenly, a piercing chill struck him from behind. Chen Yile turned around and saw a blurry figure standing at the stairs—a man in a white robe with a strange smile on his face.
"You're finally here." The man's voice was hoarse and cold.
Chen Yile's heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Who are you?"
"I am a servant of the evil spirit." The man slowly walked down the stairs. "You ruined my plan, and now you must pay the price."
Chen Yile quickly took a few steps back: "Why did you do this?"
"Because evil spirits need more souls to maintain their strength." The man sneered, "And you happen to be my first prey."
Chen Yile quickly drew out the dagger he carried with him and prepared to fight.
The man let out a sudden, shrill laugh, and his entire body began to twist and deform. His skin turned pale and transparent, and his facial features began to distort and reorganize.
"You're too slow." The man's voice became even more sinister. "Even if you found the spell, it's already too late."
Chen Yile ignored his provocation and quickly rushed forward and stabbed him. The man's body instantly turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the air.
"Foolish human." A cold voice came from all directions, "Do you think you can stop me?"
Chen Yile felt dizzy, as if an invisible force was eroding his consciousness. He endured the discomfort and continued to move forward.
Chen Yile finally arrived at the core area of the basement.
There was a huge talisman hanging on the wall, but it was badly damaged.
In the center of the talisman was a distorted human face, which was the face of the mysterious man.
"This is the core of the evil spirit." A cold voice sounded, "You broke my seal, and now you must pay the price for your actions."
Chen Yile looked up and saw the man standing in front of the talisman with a strange smile on his face.
"You can't defeat me," the man sneered. "I have absorbed the power of countless souls."
Chen Yile did not answer, but quickly took out the talisman paper and cinnabar he carried with him. He began to arrange a new seal around the talisman.
"You're wasting your time." The man's voice was filled with anger. "I'm far more powerful than this!"
Chen Yile continued to concentrate on setting the seal, ignoring the man's threats. Cold sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.
Suddenly, the man let out a shrill laugh. His body began to swell, and his skin became loose and transparent.
A black energy surged out of his body and filled the entire basement.
Chen Yile felt a strong dizziness, as if a knife was cutting his soul. But he still persisted and continued to complete the seal.
"You can't win!" The man's voice became hysterical. "I've already absorbed the power of too many souls!"
Chen Yile persisted and finally completed the last seal. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
The man's body suddenly stopped twisting. A trace of pain appeared on his face, and then he turned into a black mist and dissipated into the air.
Chen Yile slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. The basement was completely silent, with only the flashlight beam illuminating the talisman.
He stood up and walked over to the talisman to examine it carefully. The talisman was complete again, and the black energy had been completely sealed.
After Chen Yile returned to his residence, he lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. The twisted figure of the evil spirit and the pale face in the basement kept appearing in his mind.
Although he had successfully sealed the evil spirit, the suffocating feeling of fear still lingered.
He opened his phone and sent a message to Lin Xue: "The evil spirit has been sealed, but I don't think it's over yet."
Lin Xue quickly replied, "I too feel something is amiss. There have been several similar deaths in East City in recent days."
Chen Yile's heart tightened: "Have they been to the Oriental Hotel?"
"No," Lin Xue replied, "but they all saw that terrifying face in their dreams."
Chen Yile closed his eyes, and the core of the evil spirit emerged in his mind - that pale, distorted face.
He suddenly realized that the evil spirit's power had not completely disappeared. Although he successfully sealed its core, the evil spirit's residual power still existed in the victims' nightmares.
The next morning, Chen Yile received the latest news from Lin Xue - the fourth victim had appeared.
"Her name was Zhao Min," Lin Xue wrote. "She was 28 years old and a teacher. Three days before her death, she began having nightmares about that terrifying face."
Chen Yile quickly rushed to Zhao Min's home. Her home was located in a villa on the outskirts of Dongcheng City. He knocked on the door and a middle-aged woman opened it.
"Are you Chen Yile?" she asked with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Yes." Chen Yile walked into the house, "I'm here to investigate Zhao Min's matter."
The living room was filled with flowers and memorial items. Zhao Min's husband sat on the sofa, his face wet with tears.
"She died last night," he said, choking back tears. "She kept talking about dreaming about a horrible face."