Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 84: The truth about Fu Guanyin

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Editor- PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

“Bang! Bang!”

There was a loud bang and debris scattered everywhere.

The wall was thinner than Wei Fuyuan had expected, and the cement was also brittle, it immediately crumbled into a bowl-sized piece.

He did not continue forward, and jumped back vigilantly, in case something suddenly emerged from the wall.

But, three seconds later, there was no movement.

Bei Quan quickly turned the phone’s flashlight feature and snapped a photo of the cave’s entrance.

The inside of the hole was a little aperture, about one metre deep— looking as if it could swallow light in general, and when illuminated by a flashlight, only a hazy shadow could be seen.

Wei Fuyuan stepped forward, knocked the wall and pried open the gap again, exerting his strength to push at the sides of the hole.

The gap was soon widened.

They finally saw the situation behind the wall.

It was a small room that was almost two metres in length and width and only one metre in depth.

In the centre of the room stood a small long table. In the middle of the table, a brass Fu Guanyin statue was placed upright.

This Bodhisattva was exquisitely carved with a square and kind face, slightly drooping eyes, and smiling lips. He held a clean bottle in his right hand and willow branches in his left. Even after staying in this dark secret room for 50 years, there were no rust stains. The brass surface was as smooth as new. Under the irradiation of the flashlight, it even exuded a bright lustre similar to gold.

“Sure enough, here…”

Wei Fuyuan stared at the Fu Guanyin statue, and his expression conveyed his astonishment.

Obviously, it was just an ordinary handicraft, which could only be regarded as exquisite at most, but Wei Fuyuan had a strange thought invade his mind at the mere sight of it.

——I want it!

Wei Fuyuan heard a voice in his mind.

——I want it, get it now!

He unconsciously took a step forward and reached for the brass Fu Guanyin statue.

“Xiao Wei!”

Bei Quan slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back.

Wei Fuyuan quickly snapped back to his senses.

“F*ck!”

He cursed, “What the hell is going on with this Guanyin statue? Hypnotism? How come looking at it makes people want it?”

“Indeed.”

Bei Quan nodded, “Because it’s not an ordinary Guanyin statue.”

He lifted his chin towards the statue of the Fu Guanyin, “Take a closer ‘look’.”

Knowing what Bei Quan meant, Wei Fuyuan fought back the urge to hold it for a moment, trying to open his still not very skilled Tianyantong.

However, at that moment, they suddenly heard a subtle, “click-“

Bei Quan raised his flashlight and pointed it straight at the Fu Guanyin statue.

“Click-“

Another sound.

Under the flashlight, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan clearly saw a gap in the eyelid of the Fu Guanyin’s drooping left eye.

The crack was very small and minute. It was hard to notice without looking carefully.

But the sound of metal splitting open did not stop at all.

As the two watched, the crack on the eyelid of the Fu Guanyin continued to expand and extend across the entire left eye, with the upper end running through to the thread-like crown on the head, and the lower end reaching the corner of the lip.

“Click!”

With a sound louder than any of the previous ones, the face of the statue of the Fu Guanyin split in two, cracking into two halves.

Immediately afterwards, a large mass of hair suddenly gushed out from the crack, spread down like a churning snake, stretching longer and longer until it reached the floor.

Wei Fuyuan drew in a large breath of cold air.

This amount of hair was simply unscientific!

Even if the brass statue was stuffed with hair, this amount must be compressed by a vacuum!

And in the next second, suddenly, from nowhere, came a light laugh.

【Hehehe.】

This laugh was very childish, sounding like a little girl.

Immediately after the eerie laughter a small hand came out of the statue.

Then there was a second one.

But compared to the opening of the brass statue of the Fu Guanyin, the two hands were still too big, so big that it should have been impossible to squeeze out through such a small gap.

Not to mention that, in addition to the hands, the statue of the Fu Guanyin had also been stuffed with so much hair.

The scene was so frightening and appalling that Wei Fuyuan felt like he was covered in goosebumps, and even the cold hairs on his neck stood up.

【Heh heh, heh heh heh!]】

【Hee hee hee!】

The little girl’s laughter continued.

Two small hands scratched and pulled on the air, then grabbed both sides of the crack and broke it cleanly in half.

The hard brass looked like a piece of paper after how easily it was torn in half— one half of which rolled off the table and fell to the ground with a bang.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan saw that in the place where the Fu Guanyin statue initially was, there was now a squatting “person”.

The girl was very small, about five or six years old with no clothes on. Her long messy and fluffy hair fell to the ground blocking most of her body, and her exposed hands and feet were as thin as a handful of bones. Her skin was white to green, with no blood at all.

“I see.”

Bei Quan stared at the little girl squatting on the table and said in a deep voice, “It turns out that the real body of the ‘Prisoner God’ is a living ghost baby.”

Wei Fuyuan wanted to ask what the “living ghost baby” was, but he also knew that this was not a good time to investigate.

He raised his chin in the direction of the little girl and asked another more important question, “Will this be difficult to deal with?”

“It will be hard.”

Bei Quan replied in seconds.

“And, now we are facing more than just a living ghost baby.”

Just like Bei Quan said, both of them saw that the little girl’s shoulders were coiled with a large mass of shadow— it was the Hui Gui they had been searching for a long time.

When he saw the Hui Gui, Bei Quan finally understood the whole story.

The refining method of living ghost babies was somewhat similar to that of Southeast Asia’s raising small ghosts, the origin was all babies that have died or have not yet been born.

But it was not quite the same as raising little ghosts. The essence of “living ghost babies” was to keep them alive all the time.

The term “living” here refers to the practitioner’s use of a secret technique to create a “body” with a specific container into which the baby’s or fetus’s young soul is sealed, allowing it to keep its three souls and seven bodies in an immortal state, which is equivalent to being “alive” all the time.

Such a “living ghost baby” was like an ignorant baby, drawing knowledge from the surroundings, understanding the world, and growing extremely slowly.

But “living ghost babies” were not really little babies after all.

They have the normal physical and emotional needs of a baby, but they do not get the response they crave, so the longer they are raised, the more they know, the more bewildered and confused they become about their existence, and the more they gradually develop resentment, unwillingness, anger and hatred in their increasingly distorted perceptions.

More importantly, the only reason these “living ghost babies” were made was that they could serve their masters, and were considerably more powerful than ordinary ghosts.

So they were usually kept by the maker for personal use or “gifted” to someone.

These “living ghost babies” most of the time were used by people and encounter greedy and vicious masters like Chen Dafa. In the process of constantly “doing things” for others, the white paper like mind would become more and more distorted, and there would be no concept of good and evil or of right and wrong. The naive ignorance and cruelty of children and the uncontrolled hostility would eventually produce emotions such as resentment, unwillingness, anger, and hatred.

——No wonder the Hui Gui “abandoned” Jose and attached itself to the “living ghost baby” in the brass statue.

Bei Quan thought so.

After all, compared to the “living ghost baby,” who had accumulated the negative emotions of many masters, Josè, who had only killed one person and only wanted one billion, was not enough.

It’s as if a fragrant full Han Dynasty banquet was placed in front of a starving person, why would they still want the regular porridge mixed with dried radish?

“Fu Guanyin”, that is, the living ghost baby, had been kept in the secret room by Chen Dafa for 50 years. In order not to let it escape, new rooms were built year after year until the mansion turned into a maze.

However, Chen Dafa recently got cancer. He was terminally ill and would die soon.

So he left the mansion, crossed the ocean, and went to Siam to ask the eminent monk for a way to save his life.

However, what Chen Dafa didn’t know is that the “living ghost baby” was growing up, which meant that it was learning how to think, and was becoming smarter and smarter, and would gradually be increasingly unwilling to be locked up in a narrow secret room year after year.

It wanted freedom.

During the period when the owner left home, the “living ghost baby” found the opportunity to “escape”.

Bei Quan did not know whether the “living ghost baby” appeared to lure or create a commotion, anyway, it took advantage of Chen Dafa’s absence and probably made someone in the house make an opening in the wall of the room for it.

For the “living ghost baby”, which had been raised by several masters for decades or even centuries and had long become powerful, this small opening was enough.

But instead of escaping, the “living ghost baby” had the breach in the wall blocked with a clock and pretended that nothing had happened.

The “living ghost baby” changed from a prisoner who lost its freedom to a hunter who hid in the dark.

——A living ghost baby is hard enough to deal with, now there is a Hui Gui attached to it.

Bei Quan frowned slightly.

“Xiao Wei.”

He called Wei Fuyuan, “Plan A, understand?”

Wei Fuyuan’s expression was awe-inspiring as he winced.

The “Plan A” that Bei Quan had painstakingly laid out and could never be used until the end was finally coming in handy at this point?

【Hei hei, Hei hei…】

【hee hee…】

The little girl was still laughing and tilted her head as she smiled.

【Wan……sha、sha……】

Its mouth intermittently emitted some syllables, as if it wanted to speak, but because it had not systematically learned the language, the pronunciation was muddled and the spitting was incoherent, almost as if a two-year-old toddler was trying to speak.

Wei Fuyuan put his hand on his coat.

【Wan、Wan……】

The little girl looked up and showed her true face hidden beneath her messy hair.

It was very thin, hardly a piece of skin directly stretched over the skull, and its mouth and nose were blurred. Only the pair of eyes was surprisingly big. When looking at people, the eyeballs almost fell out of the sunken eye sockets.

This appearance was completely incompatible with adjectives such as cute and beautiful. It would only make people feel terrible.

The little girl muttered to herself, repeating broken syllables.

Because Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan couldn’t understand what it was saying, the “living ghost baby” quickly showed an impatient look.

Then she jumped like an angry child throwing a tantrum and rushed towards Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan.

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[Ghostie’s Gossip Night Talk]

Ghostie looking at the distance with a very contemplative look:(Insert complex mathematical equations for background) was the child trying to greet them with a good evening….

Seems like I have to kidnap some blood bags and a hospital. Continues to eat melon seeds nonchalantly