My breathing, catching the attention of Mrs. Zhang’s husband.
He stared at me in surprise.
At that moment, our eyes met.
His face was very pale, slightly swollen.
His clothes were wet, his face streaked with water stains, as if he had been caught in the rain.
In reality, due to drowning, his body would always appear soaked.
He was currently glaring at me with a pair of gray eyes.
When I was reading during the day, the first page had a fierce introduction to malevolent entities.
The simplest method was to identify them through their eyes.
Those with gray eyes were ordinary wandering spirits.
Ghosts lacked vitality, hence their eyes were always gray.
These types of malevolent entities posed no significant threat to the living, but they should not be provoked carelessly.
Those with black eyes required caution.
When evil thoughts arose in the heart, the eyes would turn black, becoming fierce spirits and malevolent phantoms.
They would actively harm or even consume people.
The female ghost that had been haunting me previously was of this type.
And those malevolent entities with white eyes were very dangerous.
These entities were fiercer and more malevolent than vengeful spirits, their bodies controlled by obsession, completely devoid of humanity.
They were called "Sha."
The male ghost before me merely had gray eyes, clearly just an ordinary wandering spirit.
The danger level was not too high.
I steadied myself, then smiled and said,
“Brother Li, you don’t remember me? The night before last, I rode in your car!”
The male ghost, named Li Desheng, paused where he stood when I spoke.
He frowned and sized me up for a few moments, as if recalling something:
“You’re that kid going to Longgang Mountain? You, how are you in my house?”
“Brother Li, Ms. Zhang invited me over. There’s something I need to tell you…”
I tried my best to remain calm, not so nervous.
But Li Desheng, standing opposite me, grew agitated:
“My wife asked you to come? What’s your relationship with my wife? Where is my wife?”
As he spoke, he became anxious, even a little angry.
After all, late at night, coming home to find a stranger in his house, anyone would lose their composure.
But I was already certain that Li Desheng belonged to the second category.
He had clearly died but didn't know it.
“Brother Li, I’m a Taoist priest. Ms. Zhang invited me today to help you move on…”
I continued to speak, but before I could finish,
Li Desheng lost his temper and cursed at me,
“Son of a bitch, in my house, you think you can make me move on?
You’re quite arrogant, aren’t you?
Did you cheat with my wife?”
Before he finished speaking, Li Desheng pointed at me and charged forward.
Seeing Li Desheng advance, I retreated repeatedly:
“Brother Li, don’t get agitated. You probably don’t even know you’re dead.”
Li Desheng was a ghost with an obsession, he had no idea he had already died.
Hearing this now, he became even more enraged:
“Damn it, I think *you’re* the one who’s going to die!”
With that, he lunged at me with great force.
He immediately pinned me onto the sofa and tightly gripped my neck with his hands.
I instinctively reached into my pocket for the Bagua mirror. As soon as I shone it forward, Li Desheng would be harmed by this magical artifact.
However, Li Desheng had helped me before with his underworld taxi, and he had shown me kindness.
Moreover, my master had said not to resort to violence unless absolutely necessary.
Therefore, I decided to hold back and try to endure a little longer.
Grasping his hands and looking at his enraged expression, I said with difficulty,
“Brother Li, you, you think carefully. On the night of June 8th, on Xihe Road, by the small Madao bridge…”
This was where Li Desheng had his car accident.
He had been dead for three days before his body was recovered.
Li Desheng continued to choke me, his hands chillingly cold.
The more enraged he became, the more water stains appeared on his face.
At this moment, the dripping sounds formed a stream, continuously falling onto my face.
My neck grew increasingly painful, my face flushed, making it difficult to breathe.
If Li Desheng didn’t release his grip soon, I would have to use the Bagua mirror to protect myself.
Li Desheng, with his gray eyes wide, held my neck.
Still extremely angry, he said,
“What night of June 8th, on Xihe Road, small Ma, small Ma, small Madao bridge…”
As he uttered this, his expression suddenly stiffened, and his speech became faltering.
His wet body trembled.
The hands that were choking me loosened their grip considerably…
Immediately after, his face showed a trace of panic.
Clearly, with my reminder, he had recalled the cause of his death.
The memories that his obsession had suppressed began to flood back into his mind.
His body started to tremble uncontrollably, and the hands around my neck suddenly released, backing away two steps.
He stood in the middle of the living room, lost and trembling, muttering to himself,
“The night of June 8th, Xihe Road, Xihe Road Small Madao bridge.
I, I was driving home, nodding off.
I drove into the river, I, I couldn’t open, couldn’t open the car door.
I, I drowned, I drowned…”
In an instant, Li Desheng seemed struck by lightning, his entire body frozen in place.
I clutched my neck, coughing uncomfortably.
Seeing Li Desheng’s panicked expression, it was evident he had remembered the cause of his death.
I took a few breaths and stood up:
“Brother Li, you are already dead.
You drowned in the river under the small Madao bridge half a month ago while driving.
You are no longer human, but a ghost.”