Chapter 315: Possession (1/2)

Although there were six of us in the room, hearing such a voice still gave us goosebumps. Having heard countless lies, the sadness and despair in that voice sounded genuine to me; the boy didn’t seem to be putting on an act.

”Ding Xu, why the hell have you gone mad again?” Zhang Cheng vehemently banged the headboard. “Get up quickly and look who’s here.”

The boy sat up on his bed, revealing a burly, though slightly chubby physique. From his physical appearance alone, no one would dispute his gender, yet his eyes looked exactly like a woman’s. The expression he wore revealed a trace of discomfort and he suddenly covered his face with his hands, screaming loudly, ”Get out! Get out! Get out!!! The energy on your body burns!”

”Song Yang, please don't take offense,” whispered Luo Youyou. “He’s been like this towards everyone. In the afternoon, he even yelled at the dormitory manager...”

”Can you all leave the room?” I said. “I’d like to ask him a few questions alone.”

The juniors exchanged apprehensive looks.

”Does that include me?” asked Dali.

”Yes!” I replied.

The four of them vacated the room, closing the door behind them. Ding Xu held the quilt trembling as he huddled in one corner of the bed, making no disguise of his fear.

From a rational point of view, I didn't believe in possessions. In fact, possession by ghosts and gods was often a strong psychological hint that played a certain role in the subconscious. Back in his younger days when Grandpa wandered around, he came across a village girl who was supposedly possessed by a fox spirit in the northeast region. All the witch doctors and shamans invited by the girl’s family were powerless against the purported fox spirit. Because Grandpa was cooperating with the public security bureau at the time, the villagers perceived an air of nobility about him and begged him to save the girl.

The first thing Grandpa did was to scan the room before pushing the kerosene lamp on the stove into the woodpile. The village girl immediately jumped up from her bed to extinguish the fire because she had hidden money under the woodpile. Striking while the iron was hot, Grandpa spoke briefly with her, curing her madness at once.

What was the reason behind this?

If her consciousness had truly been invaded by a fox spirit, she would have had no way of knowing where the village girl hid her money, which only served to prove that she wasn’t truly possessed. Her bad relationship with her in-laws had caused resentment to accumulate in her heart for a long time, and the fox spirit was merely a medium for venting her dissatisfaction.

I stared into Ding Xu's eyes and asked, ”What's your name?”

”Get out of here! I don't want to talk to you!” he screamed.

”If you don't cooperate, I will stay over tonight,” I asserted.

Ding Xu bit his lower lip and tried tucking his sideburns behind his ears despite the length being too short to actually do that. A moment later, he ruefully said, ”My name is Qiu Wanxia, I'm twenty-four this year, and I'm... a waitress.”

”How did you die?” I asked.

”I was killed,” he said with his head lowered.

”Which year and by whom?”

Covering his ears, Ding Xu screamed, ”Don't make me think about that! Please!”

”Don’t you want revenge?” I argued. “Speak up and I can help you.”

”I...” Ding Xu's lips trembled as he hesitated for some time before his eyes were filled with resolution. ”I don't want revenge. I just want to be reincarnated as soon as possible! Even though he killed me, I still love him.”

”I can send you to reincarnation but you have to help me,” I said. “Who is the person who killed you?”