Where did this floating mist come from? And the coldness that was as if it was in a freezer, Wit felt more like flying than soaring. He couldn't feel the friction from the soles of his feet, he could only feel the lightness that wanted to go wherever he wanted. The vastness was unfathomable. The mist licked his soles like soft cotton.
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"Huh... This must be another dream."
The young man thought to himself. He was terrified of his surroundings, as if he knew that in a moment, this kind of shitty, terrible thing from his old enemy would happen.
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"This time it's different... But I still know it must be you!"
"Why did you do this to my uncle! Why did you kill him!? You evil ghost!! You evil spirit!!!"
His anger was too great to fear anything. In the split second that he blurted out the curse, Wit fought without caring about the MOU.
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This time, there's no need to reconcile. Are you going to investigate the case? Are you going to find the cause? If not starting from this dream world, where else would I start? The courage is getting bigger. Whenever the evil ghost appeared, Wit would grab her head and slap her! But it was a pity because only her hand appeared! When suddenly, Wit's floating ankle was tugged! A huge pulling force yanked through a pair of palms that emerged from the fog!
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"Grab!!!"
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"Heyyyyyyyyy, what the hell?!"
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"Slap!!!"
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"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
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Ghosts aren't afraid of heights, but they're afraid of heights. Just think, even Wit let Prao ride the Ferris wheel at the temple fair alone. It couldn't compare to what he encountered for a moment. Breaking all the laws of physics because he was falling from a height at a speed like skyrocketing. The wind hitting his face, plus the pulling force at his ankles, made him unable to shake it off. Wit could only scream in fear.
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"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!, Help meee ... , Help meeeeeeeee"
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A creepy shriek of laughter echoed in his ears.
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"Then what did you do to me.. Why did you kill me? Someone like you deserves it.. Haha, haha, haha, haha, haha"
"Ha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha!!"
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The traction at his ankle disappeared instantly. The creepiness of the laughter still echoed. But what do you know? Right now, Wit's posture has changed angle. That made him scream even louder. His head hit the ground at a 90 degree angle! He was falling headlong, fast, and extremely strong. His subconscious told Wit that someone who jumped off a building would feel something like this. His spinal cord would be crushed. His neck would be bent and wrinkled against his shoulder blade. It must have hurt a lot. And he probably wouldn't be able to escape this event.
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Scared to the point of peeing and tears streaming down his face, and in the blink of an eye that was about to hit the ground, Wit's eyes suddenly lit up to the max!
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The ground was not the ground! The last layer of fog and mist shattered, and the young man was shocked by the face of the evil ghost that had expanded to cover the ground! Its eyes were more than eight meters big, its mouth was so wide that it could swallow an entire mountain, and the corners of its mouth lifted up to smile slightly, but it created terror in every pore. Wit wouldn't lie on the ground, but his slender body would be crushed into this ghost's face, the corpse would be a horrifying mess, and who would be the most satisfied with this if not her!
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"Slap!!!!!"
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"Crackkkkkkkk, Knock-crack-crack, Knock-crack!!!!"
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Totally crushed, the sound of bones breaking like Pocky snacks In fact, Wit had never been in a position to win in the first place. In this dream world, even though he could fly on the clouds, he would still die in agony. On top of that, he had to encounter the haunting image of falling from a great height. Wit was defeated both up and down.
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"Huff!
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"Huff, huff, huff... wooow...wow...wow! , whoosh!... whoosh!"
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Waking up freed him, while blowing his mouth to breathe made him less afraid for a bit. The mocking laughter and curses of the ghost were still faintly stuck in his ears. It would definitely come again, and it would get worse and worse. He knew that, but hey? But where is this place?
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The young man opened his eyes on an old plastic chair. He looked around and found about 30 more empty chairs of the same type lined up. Looking across, he saw a large Buddha statue. Looking to the other side, he saw a coffin decorated with flowers as a ceremony. The picture on the front of the coffin was a picture of the security guard. That made him piece together the story that the uncle had passed away and his body had been brought to this pavilion, with him and the foundation staff taking care of it.
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He didn't see a single relative, and there were no guests left. Until he looked down at his watch, he realized that it was already past 4 a.m. He must have accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion, and that made the evil spirit come and attack him. Sigh!... Maybe he wouldn't have to sleep tonight. Seeing the coffin of the uncle made him even more unwilling to forgive himself.
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Everything hit him like a storm. Bad things happened time and time again, from the car accident, breaking his arm, Prao might have to quit, having to take leave from work, the security guard died, etc. What was going on? He was so annoyed and his head ached. Thinking about it made Wit decide to stand up impulsively. The chair bounced and folded upside down, and that made him realize that there was still a monk standing behind him.
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"Oops! "I beg your pardon, Reverend Father."
The young man quickly clasped his hands together in a humbly bow.
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"Did the chair hit you? I didn't see it!?"
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"It's okay, layperson. It's good enough to just wake up from a nightmare."
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The Reverend Father nodded. The night wind blew and the dogs howled.
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"Do you know that too.."
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"If I didn't help you, would you be aware of it.."
"She holds a grudge against you. Make merit and dedicate it to your creditors. The bad things will become easy.."
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"...."
Wit immediately clasped his hands together and put them on his forehead. This is what is called a monk who practices. He doesn't need to say a word. His meditation must have seen everything.
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"Then can you help me? I still don't know why she wants to take my life so much. What did I do to her so much?"
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"Whatever karma one creates, that karma will come back to them.. Even if I know, I can't go against the law of karma, layperson.."
"As for tonight, just stay here. Stay in the temple, stay close to the monks. They're still following me.. Not going anywhere.. Not indifferent.. Only worried and anxious.."
The monk looked around as if he wanted to communicate with the spirit. He started walking straight to the front of the coffin, lighting incense and candles instead of the undertaker. He immediately went around the back path, preparing to go up and do morning prayers with the novices.
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"Where are you!? Please tell me, monk?! I want to settle this matter so badly. You're the only one who's driving me crazy. I really can't live like this anymore. I'm in trouble!"
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Putting my hands together in prayer, this time my whole arm was stinging. Maybe the arm in the cast had moved too much. It was consistent with the monk who had to stop as well. He stopped and turned his back to Wit before speaking through the cold wind.
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"Who told you that there was only one person? What I saw was that there were ten of them. There were women, men, old people, and children. They were all standing in front of the temple. I can only help you this much..."
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The robes disappeared from sight. The candles in front of the coffin flickered. The rows of plastic chairs made one imagine that maybe every one of them had a spirit sitting there! This time, it wasn't a dream. It wasn't just that woman. Then who was it that the monk had mentioned? Wit was shaking too much to move his butt. All he could do was check his watch and pray for when it would be morning!