Zhao Yan did not drive back.
This was her first time using the Extreme Omen Talisman, and its effects were not yet clear.
She planned to use other means if the Extreme Omen Talisman couldn't solve the problem.
Therefore, she didn't intend to go far and stayed nearby.
She found a milk tea shop, ordered two cups, and handed one to Wu Jiaxin.
"Don't be too anxious, have a cup of milk tea first," Zhao Yan said.
"Okay." Wu Jiaxin took a sip, her expression somewhat absent-minded.
...
Wang Yang got off work at seven, cursing inwardly.
The damned old man had delayed the closing time again.
If this place didn't require ID information for work, he would have loved to give his boss a few hammer blows.
He cursed a few times, then remembered the woman who came for a car wash today. She was so captivating, the most beautiful prey he had seen in a long time.
He really wanted to hide under her bed, wait for her to fall asleep at night, then crawl out from under the bed, sneakily lie behind her, hug her from behind, and inhale her scent.
The thought made Wang Yang even more excited.
The only disappointment was that the woman from yesterday had escaped.
He had staked out the area yesterday but hadn't seen the woman. Besides the two police officers who had come, no other police had appeared.
However, he wasn't afraid of being caught; all evidence was meticulously cleaned up.
Thinking that he had committed so many bad deeds without any punishment, he felt smug.
He went to a crowded place on the street, bought a bottle of mineral water, and sat down to watch the people passing by.
It was in June that he had encountered Wu Jiahui at this very spot.
She was riding an old three-wheeled vehicle, with two refrigerators to deliver.
Despite her hard work, she smiled at everyone. Even when she was busy, if someone dropped something, she would immediately put down her work to help them pick it up.
He had noticed all of this.
Whether this woman was evil or good, in his eyes, she was prey, prey that excited him.
His gaze was fixed on a bar across the street, where people of all sorts were coming and going.
After observing for half an hour, Wang Yang finished his mineral water.
A suitable "prey" entered his sight.
He put on his hat and mask and walked forward quickly.
As soon as he crossed the street, a drunk man bumped into him head-on.
He was knocked to the ground.
Just as he was about to get up, a black Volkswagen sped towards him.
Wang Yang quickly stood up and lunged forward.
He was almost hit.
"Are you blind, you trying to die?" the driver shouted, rolling down the window and yelling at him.
Before Wang Yang could retort, the black car sped away.
Wang Yang cursed, stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and quickly looked for the "prey" he had spotted earlier. The "prey" had disappeared.
He then looked at the man who had bumped into him. The man was over six feet tall, built like a bull, and Wang Yang had no intention of confronting him.
The tall man was quite polite, even calling him a "dog-like bastard."
Wang Yang ignored him and turned to walk home.
As soon as he entered the residential complex, Wang Yang felt something sticky on the sole of his shoe. He looked down and couldn't help but curse again.
His right foot had stepped in dog feces.
He rubbed the sole of his shoe vigorously, took out some paper, and wiped the sides of his shoe. The smell almost made him vomit.
He lifted his foot and felt something else was wrong.
His left foot had also stepped in it.
He cursed inwardly.
Patting his pockets, he found his cigarettes, but his lighter was gone.
He felt like he was being targeted, his luck was absolutely abysmal.
He continued to rub the soles of his shoes as he walked, reaching the third floor. He took out his key and opened his apartment door.
He placed the key on the table and pulled open a drawer.
Inside the drawer were bundles and bundles of long hair.
Next to each bundle of hair was a hammer.
Each bundle of hair was different; some were black, and some were dyed red.
Each bundle had a label attached.
He looked around, took out the bundle labeled with Wu Jiahui's hair, and inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He put this bundle of hair back in the drawer, then walked to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a change of clothes, and closed the wardrobe.
He went into the bathroom. The wardrobe, which had been closed, suddenly opened slowly.
He had adjusted the water temperature, but as the showerhead sprayed water on him, the temperature inexplicably became very high, scalding him and making him cry out.
Looking at the skin on his back, a large patch was reddened by the hot water.
Thinking about the day, he felt something was off. A ball of anger brewed within him. He put on his clothes, quickly pulled open the drawer, and took out a bundle of hair, inhaling deeply.
Feeling somewhat relaxed, he lay down on the bed.
Just as he closed his eyes, Wang Yang heard a "creak, creak" sound.
It sounded like something was gnawing at the planks of his bed.
The sound was coming from under the bed.
He picked up his phone and turned on the flashlight.
He turned over and lay on the bed, lowering his head to look under the bed.
The flashlight beam shone under the bed, but he saw nothing.
He was about to get up when he suddenly felt someone stepping on his back.
The pressure was so great that he couldn't get up.
"Who!" Wang Yang exclaimed, startled, and reached back to grab.
With that grab, he felt he had grabbed someone's ankle.
The person quickly withdrew their foot and slipped away from his grasp.
The pressure on his back immediately disappeared. Wang Yang quickly flipped over, shining the flashlight behind him.
Where the light shone, there was nothing.
He took several deep breaths in fear, quickly jumped off the bed, pulled out the drawer, and intended to retrieve the hammer.
He discovered that the hammer had inexplicably disappeared.
He flipped the light switch on.
Wang Yang looked at the state of the room, stunned.
The walls of the room were covered in handprints.
The floor was also covered in handprints.
There was no place without handprints.
These prints were all different; some were small, and some were large.
He quickly went to the mirror and looked at himself. Wang Yang's face also had handprints on it.
As he was looking, he saw a woman in the mirror, who quickly ran past behind him.
"Damn it!" Wang Yang swallowed, quickly turned around, and saw the door being opened.
Wang Yang grabbed a cleaver and chased after her.
Following the sound of footsteps, he chased all the way down.
He chased to the entrance of the residential complex. Seeing no one, Wang Yang spat.
Just as he was about to turn back, the streetlights above crackled.
Suddenly, they went out.
He picked up his flashlight and shone it forward.
He suddenly felt something was wrong. His back felt cold, as if something was staring at him.
He turned his head and saw four women sitting on a bench behind him, staring intently at Wang Yang.
The backs of all four women's heads were hollow.