Under Gu Bai’s urging, Lin ng, who was scared to the point of nearly collapsing, desperately shuffled her feet along with Gu Bai, while still pressing the shutter in the direction of the big bed.
With a click, the two hurriedly looked at the cara’s small screen again during the run, but then they were stunned.
"What’s going on?"
In the photo, it was empty, the black-clad man who had just been bending over at the edge of the bed had now disappeared without a trace.
"Quick... photograph sowhere else!" Gu Bai exclaid in alarm.
Lin ng was also frightened out of her wits. Initially, the strangeness was invisible to the naked eye, relying solely on the cara in her hand, this unpredictable and uncontrollable feeling had already brought her fear to the extre.
Now, even the cara hadn’t captured it.
Of course, the strangeness must have moved, otherwise the cara would have definitely captured it.
Click, click, click, click...
This ti, Lin ng activated burst mode and began to frantically snap photos all around them.
No matter the direction, at least one photo should capture whatever was there.
Just now, to dodge the strangeness by the bed, the couple had made a half-circle around the bedroom, and now they were retreating toward the bedroom door while Lin ng continued to shoot.
Looking down.
The first two photos were normal, showing no sign of the black-clad man, but in the third photo, the corner of the man’s black clothes was captured, seemingly not far from the two.
In the fourth photo, half of the black-clad man’s body appeared, his speed of movent seed to be accelerating, but he was still dragging his limbs as he walked.
In the fifth photo, parts of the black clothes had disappeared, but it revealed the man’s head that he had been hanging down, with black hair occupying about a third of the photo.
This photo left the couple dumbfounded.
By this ti, they had reached the bedroom door; Gu Bai stretched out his hand to unlock and open the door.
Just then, Lin ng’s body shivered, she suddenly felt sothing wrong behind her, a sensation on her shoulder as though soone had touched her.
She shakily turned the cara around and pressed the shutter towards the space behind her shoulder.
In the photo, the black-clad man was now completely standing behind her, revealing a blurred face.
The next second, before the bedroom door could be opened, Yan Junze standing outside only heard Lin ng let out a piercing scream, followed by a thud on the floor and then the sound of sothing being dragged.
At this mont, Yan Junze stood outside the door, swinging his mace, not knowing how many tis he had struck the bedroom door, and by now he had developed a deep grudge against it.
Damn it’s too sturdy!
If he were to die at this mont, Yan Junze believed, he’d definitely possess this door and beco a Wandering Spirit haunting it.
Only then would it quell his Obsession.
Unable to open the bedroom door, and with sothing unexpected clearly happening inside, Yan Junze found it difficult to rescue them; he didn’t hesitate any further and Rewinded ti again.
...
This ti, Yan Junze chose a very soul-stirring mont to Rewind to.
It was the mont after he had gotten the digital cara and entered the darkroom, where he hadn’t discovered anything amiss whilst Photographing.
Because he knew, when he was in the darkroom taking photos to confirm the existence of this Evil Spirit, the entity had actually left the darkroom and was squatting behind the store counter directly opposite the darkroom door.
After Rewinding, Yan Junze didn’t even look at the cara in his hand; with a thought, he hefted the mace in his hand, walked out of the darkroom, lifted the black curtain, and went straight towards the direction behind the counter.
The impression of the black-clothed man, who was first discovered in the photograph earlier, still lingered; Yan Junze clearly rembered that this guy was squatting in a position sowhat closer to the corner.
So, when he walked in front of this position, Yan Junze swung his stick and brought it down with a thud.
The blow landed solidly on sothing.
But Yan Junze had no intention of stopping, because he knew if this guy really started moving, he would be very fast; just a mont of carelessness on his part, and the man had darted into Gu Bai’s bedroom.
Blow after blow followed, each hitting sothing, until after the last strike, when it seed the target began to deviate.
The stick slightly slid to the side.
"Brother Gu, hold the bedroom door, don’t let him in!" Yan Junze called out a reminder.
Gu Bai in the bedroom had his ears perked up to the outside noise the whole ti, and upon hearing Yan Junze’s instruction, he imdiately jumped off the bed, rushed to the bedroom door, locked it from the inside, and then pressed his body hard against it.
Yan Junze lifted his cara and imdiately began photographing around the room, moving constantly during the process instead of standing still.
The mission had advised not to let this guy get close, and since Yan Junze had already been approached by him twice at the start, both tis ending badly, he wouldn’t let him easily close in again, even now when he could not see him.
In his vigilance, he quickly glanced down at the photos he had taken; there were about eight or nine shots, and not a single one captured this eerie individual.
Not in this room, could he have run back into the darkroom?
The photographs in the darkroom had been gnawed beyond recognition by this man, and it seed he had even drunk quite a bit of the developing solution used for washing the film from the pool.
And after that bout of fierce beating, Yan Junze felt that the stick’s power was not as great as he had imagined; since this man was wary of Long-tongued Zhenzhen, he wasn’t a high-level Wandering Spirit.
If he was only an interdiate or upper interdiate level Wandering Spirit, to have withstood so many hits from the stick and not be scared witless suggested that the stick was more useful for beating ghosts than for killing them.
If that were the case, he couldn’t pin all his hopes on the stick in the future; aggressive attacks, while straightforward, brutal, and simple, would not solve the ultimate problem against an Evil Spirit.
But because the "Photographing" task was very direct, killing this Evil Spirit would suffice, so in this task, the stick played out its role completely.
If it were any other mission, the sa might not hold true.
Unable to see the guy here, Yan Junze was about to head for the darkroom when he suddenly paused, as if he realized sothing, and looked up to take a photograph of the ceiling.
In the photograph, the black-clothed man was hanging upside down from the ceiling, head down, his obscure face facing the cara.
It seed he was right above Yan Junze.
The next second, a chill crept from Yan Junze’s forehead.
With exertion, Yan Junze swung his right hand and sent the stick crashing into an uncertain position above his head, resulting in violent noises above him.
The man seed to fall down; guessing his approximate location by the sound, Yan Junze did not pause to take a photo but swung the stick several more tis, each blow striking the man.
This ti, there was no reason to let him escape again.
Yan Junze tossed the cara aside, grabbed the stick with both hands, and kept swinging, drenched in sweat, hands trembling, the dull noise of impact unceasing in the room, spreading throughout the house.
In the bedroom.
Gu Bai turned to look at Lin ng, who was still sitting on the bed; they both had heard the strange loud noise.
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"What is he doing?" Gu Bai couldn’t help but ask.
"Pounding... stakes?" Lin ng was uncertain.
"I saw him co empty-handed though, what’s he using to make that noise, could it be your cara?" Gu Bai said again.
"No, a cara wouldn’t make that kind of sound," Lin ng shook his head.
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