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Chapter 3: The Strange Scent in the Office The next morning, Zhang Yu arrived at the company with a sense of unease. As soon as he entered the office, he noticed a peculiar smell. It was like high-end sandalwood, but upon closer inspection, a faint, rotten fishy odor was subtly mixed beneath the sandalwood. Old Liu was already at his desk, dressed in a sharp new suit. He seemed overly excited, his skin possessing a bizarre paleness, as if coated with a thick layer of powder. Seeing Zhang Yu enter, Old Liu greeted him enthusiastically and even offered him a cup of coffee. But as Zhang Yu took the coffee, his fingertip accidentally brushed against Old Liu's finger. The coldness was so intense, it felt like a corpse just taken out of a freezer. Zhang Yu was so startled he almost spilled the coffee. Old Liu, however, seemed oblivious. He stared intently at the computer screen, frantically typing on the keyboard, muttering, "Not enough... I need more... I will become the general manager..." Zhang Yu secretly glanced at Old Liu's screen. The blood-red thunder talisman appeared even more vibrant than the day before, its lines seeming to writhe slightly on the screen like living things. During lunch break, the office lights flickered a few times. Zhang Yu rubbed his eyes and suddenly saw a baby, completely charred black and emitting a burnt smell, squatting on Old Liu's shoulder, coldly staring at him... To be continued...

Chapter 2: The Eerie Wallpaper The screenshot showed Old Liu's computer desktop. It was an extremely distorted talisman, its lines seemingly drawn with fresh blood, emitting a faint, demonic purple glow under the screen's cold light. Looking at the talisman, Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat. The overall structure of the talisman bore a seventy percent resemblance to the orthodox "Supreme Five Thunders Righteous Method" from his grandfather's chest. However, the orthodox Five Thunders Talisman emphasized righteousness and communion with heavenly deities; whereas Old Liu's talisman exuded a suffocating malice and chill. Below the text was a dark web URL named "The Karma Exchange." Zhang Yu immediately called Old Liu, wanting to persuade him to delete this unknown image. The call connected, but only dead silence and heavy, ragged breaths came from the other end. Zhang Yu shouted, "Old Liu! Can you hear me? That thing is wrong, delete it quickly!" After a long pause, Old Liu finally chuckled in an extremely hoarse, inhuman voice: "Delete it? Why delete it? The manager just called and said Old Wang was seriously injured, and I'm taking over his position as deputy manager… This talisman is real! Zhang Yu, this talisman is real!" Before Zhang Yu could try to persuade him further, Old Liu hung up. Zhang Yu's spine chilled as he looked at the urgent personnel announcement posted by the manager in the group chat. Just then, he heard an extremely piercing cat's cry from outside the window, followed by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground. To be continued in the next episode……

Chapter 1: Grandpa's Black Wood Box Zhang Yu is an ordinary engineer grinding away at the New Era Technology Park. His desk is piled high with code architecture diagrams, but in the deepest part of his drawer lies a Five Thunders Bronze Seal passed down from his grandfather. His grandfather was a legitimate inheritor of talismans from the Longhu Mountain Zhengyi school. On his deathbed, he repeatedly warned: "Xiao Yu, this is the Age of Dharma Decline. Don't mess with Feng Shui talismans if you can help it. The karmic backlash isn't something modern people can afford to endure." Zhang Yu always dismissed this as the ramblings of an old man. That is, until this week, when the performance pressure on their R&D team became unbearable. Old Liu, a senior colleague sitting next to him, hadn't slept for three consecutive days, his eyes as dark as a dead man's. As they were leaving work, Old Liu mysteriously leaned in, his eyes wild, and whispered: "Xiao Yu, I've found a shortcut. There's a shop on the dark web. If you download their 'Luck-Turning Talisman' as your wallpaper using your blood, it guarantees promotions and wealth. Old Wang's car accident this week? That was the effect of a curse talisman I bought!" Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat. That crazy look sent a shiver down his spine. Back in his rented room, Zhang Yu, as if possessed, opened the old black wood box his grandfather had left behind, looking for records about protective talismans. The moment he lifted the bottom of the box, a yellowed fragment of an ancient book fell out. On it, written in cinnabar, were five characters: Five Thunders Evil Method, Nourish Yin with Blood. Just then, his phone vibrated violently. Old Liu sent him a screenshot. To be continued in the next episode……

My grandmother told me that Hasshaku-sama is currently confined to this area. There seem to be only a few paths it can take to leave here, so people have erected Jizo statues around the village borders to prevent it from crossing the line. There's another theory as to why they don't just get rid of such a terrifying entity. It's said that in the past, this village made some kind of agreement with surrounding villages, perhaps receiving preferential treatment in water rights because of it. And the victims of Hasshaku-sama don't appear every year; sometimes it's once every few years, or even decades. Perhaps to the people back then— This was an acceptable exchange. My grandfather soon returned with Grandma K. Grandma K gave me a protective charm and then went upstairs with my grandfather to prepare. Until then, my grandmother stayed by my side almost constantly. Even when I went to the bathroom, she followed me to the door and wouldn't even let me close it completely. Seeing how nervous they were, I finally began to realize: Things might be really bad. The room that was prepared had its windows covered with newspapers, with charms pasted on them. In each of the four corners of the room, there was a plate of salt. In the center was a simple altar, like a wooden box, with a small Buddha statue on it. Even a chamber pot was prepared, two of them. Because from now on— Until seven o'clock tomorrow morning, I absolutely cannot leave this room. My grandfather specifically told me: "Your grandmother and I will not call you, nor will we speak to you." After saying that, they left the room. I was left alone.

Last time, my friend's husband's sister, who has the third eye, saw that our daughter was being followed. Today, we continue the story. I'll narrate this from a first-person perspective. After taking off her glasses, my husband's sister started talking to herself. Once she finished, she said to me: "A male homeless person, about 180cm tall, is following your daughter. He's huge and clinging to her. He said he came home with your daughter from the bathroom because she looked easier to bully." Looking back, it made sense why my daughter said she was tired and had sore shoulders and legs after her bath. The next morning, my husband immediately took our daughter to a large local temple to consult a master. When they returned, my husband told me: Before he could even speak, the master took one look at my daughter and started chanting, drawing a symbol in front of her. Just like you see on TV. Then, he put a dot of red ink on her forehead and sprinkled holy water. My husband even recorded what the master said and played it for me at home. The master also gave us four small containers of water, like those for soy sauce, a small bottle of water, and a talisman. He instructed my husband to place the four small containers of water in the four corners of the room to break the ties. The water in the bottle was like pepper spray, meant to repel the ghost. And that night, before her bath, she was to use 'yin-yang water' and burn the talisman into it. The 'yin-yang water' was made by mixing the enchanted water with boiled water. After the daughter finished bathing, she was to pour it all over herself. Then, after bathing, spray her again with the enchanted water. After doing as the master instructed that day, the next day our daughter no longer complained of sore shoulders or legs. Here's a photo of the small containers placed in the four corners.

Sharing a story about a friend's child being followed. I'll tell it from my perspective. This happened during my daughter's 6th-grade graduation trip. That year, my daughter and I participated in their school's graduation trip together. We went to the southern part of the country for a 3-day, 2-night trip. The graduation trip naturally included some educational sites, an amusement park, and a campfire party. After the first day's activities, we checked into the hotel. That day, we stayed at a hotel in Nantou. The hotel was quite ordinary, not particularly fancy but not bad either. After dinner, we went to an open space near the hotel to rehearse for the next day's campfire party. Of course, there were some games and chants involved. Every child played with great joy. After the rehearsal, we returned to the hotel. My daughter said she wanted to take a bath first. So, I lay on the bed watching TV, waiting for her. While waiting, I felt like there might be someone else in the room, but I just thought I was overthinking it. I didn't think much of it. After my daughter finished her bath and came out, she told me her feet were a bit swollen and her shoulders hurt a little. I thought it was probably because we walked a lot during the day's activities. So, we watched TV for a while and then went to sleep. The next day's itinerary was the amusement park. After riding one or two attractions, my daughter told me her feet were really hurting. I figured it was because we walked so much yesterday, and today we also walked quite a bit while enjoying the park. My daughter dragged her feet when she walked. When we returned home on the third day, my husband's sister, who has the ability to see spirits, told us that someone had been following us. I'm splitting this into two parts because I ran out of characters.

Later, while I was drinking tea inside, I casually told my grandparents what I had just seen. At first, they just listened, saying, "Oh~." Until I mentioned— That the woman was taller than the two-meter-high hedge, wore a hat on her head, and kept making a strange "popopo" sound from her mouth. My grandparents' movements suddenly stopped. My grandfather asked me with a stern face: When did you see her? Where did you see her? How much taller than the hedge was she? I answered one by one. After listening, my grandfather went to make a phone call. When he returned, he just told me: "You're staying here tonight." Then he changed his mind: "No, we can't let you go back today." He said he was going to pick up a "Grandma K" and left in his small truck. I had no idea what was going on. That's when my grandmother told me: "It seems you've been charmed by Yashahime." Yashahime, as the name suggests, is said to be about eight feet tall, or about 2.4 meters. The appearance isn't exactly the same for everyone who sees her. Some see a young woman in mourning clothes, some see an old woman in a *tomesode*, and some see a middle-aged woman in farming attire. But the common points are— Female, abnormally tall, wearing or having something on her head, and making a strange "popopo" laugh like a man. It's said that Yashahime came to this area with a traveler long ago, but no one knows if it's true. She "charms" someone. And those who are targeted by her are said to die within a few days. Most past victims were young people, and children were said to be common.

Twentieth Entry: Dawn "Sir! Sir! Wake up! Are you alright?" A hurried and anxious voice pulled Su Yue back from the boundless darkness. He suddenly opened his eyes, the intense sunlight making him a bit dazzled. He found himself lying under the warm sunlight on a familiar modern urban train platform, the whistle of an approaching train echoing in the distance. The chirping of morning birds and the clamor of conversations from the crowd flooded back into his ears, and the air carried the long-lost fresh scent of gasoline and morning dew. He subconsciously touched his back. His clothes had a large hole, but the terrifying wound had already healed, leaving only a faint red scar. In his pocket lay a broken piece of a jade pendant. Su Yue stood up, watching the golden sun slowly rise on the distant horizon, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief. The nightmare of Liuyun Station was over, and his life had finally welcomed its true dawn. End of Series. Thank you for reading!

Nineteenth Entry: The Station's Collapse In an instant, the colossal black roulette emitted a crisp and violent cracking sound, followed by countless beams of golden light, brilliant as the sun, erupting from the fissures. The Station Master let out an utterly piercing wail that echoed throughout the entire space. His body rapidly decomposed under the golden radiance, melting and collapsing like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun. The entire Cloud-Riding Station began to shake violently, massive stones from the ceiling continuously caved in. Countless vengeful spirits, imprisoned within the walls and tracks, broke free from the black stones and transformed into a sky full of white light, soaring into the void. "No—! My domain!" the Station Master finally turned to a pile of ashes amidst his unwilling and resentful howls. The basement began to collapse entirely, with a black, void-like rift swallowing everything around it. Su Yue used his last ounce of strength to embrace the unconscious Lin Shuang, and the two fell together into the endless white light that consumed all. To be continued...

Part 18: Counterattack in Despair "You dare to seek death, brat!" the station master roared. The black energy surging from his body instantly broke free from the white light's restraint. A giant, black-scaled demonic claw reached out across the void towards Su Yue, tearing into his back and causing blood to gush out, completely drenching his clothes. The intense pain almost made Su Yue pass out, but this very pain fully ignited his deepest survival instincts. He recalled his past cowardice, evasion, and decadence. It was precisely because of his weakness that he had walked step by step towards a dead end, arriving in this terrifying hell. "I absolutely... will not die in this damned place!" Su Yue let out an enraged roar. Ignoring the heart-wrenching injury on his back, he picked up the short sword dropped by Lin Shuang, stained with black blood, from the ground. Mustering the last bit of strength in his body, he fiercely thrust the short sword into the core metal hub of the foundation turntable! To be continued...