Chapter 10: Xie Qiming

Li Xuan had been staying for five days in a rented room near Li Ruonan’s home. He claimed to be a freelance photographer, kind-hearted and polite, always speaking pleasantly. He often shared the things he bought with the neighbors, leaving a good impression on everyone. In their eyes, he was a good young man...

In reality, Li Xuan installed a surveillance camera on the windowsill and every night he reviewed the footage, recording Li Ruonan’s comings and goings, carefully studying her daily routines.

Meanwhile, Li Ruonan persisted in spreading curses through her video channel every single day. Recently, she received a private message that sent chills down her spine: “Li Ruonan, stop spreading the evil god’s curse, or you will regret it deeply.”

Just a brief sentence, but it mentioned her name, the curse, and a threat. Goosebumps prickled her skin as her mind raced, sifting through everyone she knew. After several rounds of filtering, she was horrified to realize no one she knew was capable of such a threat. Could it be someone from her ex-boyfriend’s hometown, Chenjia Village?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Only people from Chenjia Village would know about the curse!

Sitting in her room, her eyes slightly red, she stared intently at her laptop. After a moment of thought, her fingers flew over the keyboard, typing rapidly:

“Who are you? From Chenjia Village? Since you know me and the curse, why can’t you understand that this nightmare began six years ago in Chenjia Village?”

A notification chimed—a reply came.

“Stop spreading the curse and seek help from a sorcerer. With a strong will, it can be overcome.”

Li Ruonan let out a bitter laugh and responded, “Do you think I haven’t tried? There are too many frauds. The few who were capable all failed to fight the curse... they all died.”

The reply came again: “Seek an old sorcerer named ‘Master Aqing.’ She can solve your problem.”

Li Ruonan felt a flicker of recognition. She had sought Master Aqing before, who had only offered a sealing method...

Suddenly, the laptop screen went pitch black. The dark screen reflected a twisted black figure standing behind Li Ruonan. Terrified, she screamed and fell to the ground, frantically looking around—there was nothing there.

The screen lit up again, the keyboard typing wildly on its own, rapidly flashing the word “Curse” over and over.

From the next room came the piercing scream of a child. Li Ruonan, still shaken, hesitated, then gritted her teeth and rushed out. Opening her daughter’s room, she was horrified: the small tent inside was twisted as if crushed by an invisible hand.

“Duoduo! Duoduo!” she cried, rushing to open the tent. Inside lay Chen Letong, her skin marked with large bruises.

Mother and daughter clung to each other, both sobbing.

Nearby, in a rented room, Li Xuan sat on a bay window, watching Li Ruonan and her daughter through binoculars. His phone screen glowed in his hand—it was he who had just been messaging Li Ruonan under a fake account.

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