After the Sickly Beauty Was Haunted by an Evil God - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In an instant, Lin Yu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The sinister chill invaded his flesh through his earlobe and seeped into his bone marrow, making his thin body shudder even more violently.

It wasn’t just because of the bone-piercing cold; he sensed the manic, bloodthirsty violence surging within the thing behind him.

It was angry.

Lin Yu’s perception of evil spirits was also innate; if it weren’t for the complete lack of spiritual power in his body, he would be more suited to be a Celestial Master than anyone else in the Lin family.

But at this moment, Lin Yu could only watch helplessly as that dark shadow repeatedly licked his earlobe. Its tongue was like a piece of cold iron frozen in a world of ice and snow; the moment it touched the soft earlobe, it stuck fast. If he wanted to break free, it would have to be torn away along with skin and blood.

“Heh…” A ghostly sigh drifted into his ear canal.

Lin Yu was choked by the black mist in his mouth and could not speak; his throat swallowed unconsciously, and he nearly suffocated from the gagging.

The thing seemed to finally find a shred of conscience, stirring his helpless tongue-tip playfully before slowly withdrawing.

Lin Yu’s breathing rose and fell violently, his tone desperate: “What exactly… do you want?”

“I. Want. You.” The thing replied behind his ear, enunciating every word. Its voice was deep and hoarse, eerie and terrifying, filled with indescribable madness and obsession.

Lin Yu froze: “What do you want?”

“I want you.” After speaking for the first time, its pronunciation became more and more proficient. “I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you…”

The phantom voice echoed again and again in the bathroom, like a life-claiming melody coming from the depths of hell, exceptionally hair-raising in the dead of the silent night.

“You…” Lin Yu knit his brows, for a moment not understanding its meaning. “What do you want me for?”

This time, the thing did not answer him. The black mist wrapped around his body became restless, and the sinister aura slid down from his earlobe.

No matter how dull Lin Yu was, he finally reacted. He instinctively jerked his face away and cursed hoarsely: “Are you a pervert?”

The thing froze for a second, and the temperature in the bathroom plummeted once again.

Lin Yu thought to himself that things were going south. Sure enough, black mist in the shape of five fingers appeared on his thin jaw; the phantom hand pinched his face and forcibly jerked it back.

“Ah…” His neck stung as the thing bit him without the slightest bit of politeness.

“Get lost!” The terror in Lin Yu’s heart turned into an out-of-body rage, and he began to struggle violently. “Pervert! Don’t think that just because you’re a ghost, you can do whatever you want—cough, cough, cough…”

However, the more he struggled, the tighter the black mist wrapped around him became. Looking in the mirror, it had completely shrouded him, like a tailor-made black cage.

“Heh…” The thing let out a satisfied laugh and, following the bite it had just taken, began to suck and linger on the spot.

Lin Yu’s breathing was labored. His mind felt groggy as he thought, ‘It’s going to eat me…’

After being haunted by nightmares for over a decade, was this his final end?

No, he wasn’t willing.

He didn’t believe in fate!

His dilated pupils suddenly constricted. Lin Yu did not hesitate to bite down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The bright red tongue-blood dripped onto the black mist. The mist instantly twisted and expanded, and one could even vaguely hear their painful shrieks.

“Hiss…” The black shadow groaned. It still held him in a death grip, refusing to let go, repeating one sentence over and over in a dark, terrifying tone: “You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine…”

Word by word, as if it wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, suck his marrow, and drag him into the bottomless abyss of hell as well.

Just a few seconds later, the formed black mist scattered, gradually turning into transparent water vapor.

“Huff…” Lin Yu woke up from his dream, gasping.

Having survived the catastrophe, he tried hard to breathe fresh air. It took a long while for him to recover, and he suddenly realized he was still in bed.

He pressed the switch at the head of the bed. Under the bright light, he looked down and saw that even his silk robe was perfectly on his body.

What was going on? Did he have a dream within a dream?

Lin Yu sat on the bed in a daze, and then felt a stinging pain in his mouth.

He stuck out a small section of his bright red tongue-tip; he licked his dry upper lip and confirmed the stinging came from his tongue.

Something was wrong. He had bitten his tongue in dreams before, but it had never manifested in the real world. Why did he actually bite it this time?

But if everything that happened just now was real, why did he wake up lying in bed?

Thinking back and forth and unable to understand, Lin Yu stood up from the bed with a face full of irritability, preparing to go wash off his hot sweat.

In the next second, the scene from the bathroom in the dream and the thing’s crazed “You are mine” rushed into his mind, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi—what if he was still dreaming…

Thinking of this, Lin Yu changed direction and sat down at the desk.

This night, he would not sleep again.

Knock, knock, knock. A rhythmic knocking sounded.

The eyelids, so pale that blue veins were visible, moved slightly. The thick, dark eyelashes slowly lifted, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes hazy with sleep.

“I’m coming in!” Qing Mei turned the handle. As soon as she entered, she found her young master sitting in a very uncomfortable position on the chair, his head leaning back against the headrest.

“Eh?” Qing Mei was a bit surprised. “Since you’re up, why haven’t you gone down for breakfast?”

“I…” Lin Yu spoke, only to find his voice was hoarse.

Qing Mei watched him move his shoulders and neck: “My little young master, you couldn’t have slept in that chair all night, right?”

Lin Yu cleared his throat and was about to stand up when a bout of dizziness made him sit back down.

“Ai!” Qing Mei hurried over. “How did you—”

Her gaze touched his long, jade-white neck, and her eyes suddenly widened: “Young master, what happened to your neck?”

Lin Yu knit his brows slightly: “What?”

“Here.” Qing Mei pointed at the side of his neck. “There’s a huge red patch. Are you having an allergic reaction?”

Lin Yu raised his hand to touch his neck, his face turning cold instantly.

He supported himself on the back of the chair to stand up, walked into the bathroom with unsteady steps, and turned his face to the mirror to check the side of his neck.

A bright red mark sat on his snow-white, flawless skin. it was exceptionally conspicuous and held an indescribable lingering charm.

Lin Yu was both shocked and enraged. One hand supported himself on the sink, and his onion-white fingertips rubbed forcefully at the mark left by that thing.

But Young Master Lin had been raised with delicate skin and tender flesh since childhood; how could he withstand such rough treatment? A large patch of skin became red and swollen, looking shocking to the eye.

“Heavens! What are you doing?” Qing Mei followed him into the bathroom and hurriedly stopped him. “Stop it! If it’s an allergy, you need to apply medicine; you can’t scratch it hard, young master!”

Lin Yu wasn’t having an allergy; he had caught a cold.

Likely from sitting in the chair with cold sweat for half the night and being severely frightened by that thing in his dream, he developed a low fever that afternoon.

The entire Lin household was instantly thrown into chaos. After Lin Zhengyang personally checked his pulse, he wrote a prescription and sent someone to brew the medicine.

At this time, Lin Yu’s consciousness was clear, but his head was dizzy, his throat was swollen and painful, and his eyelids were very heavy. Lying on the bed, he looked thin as a sheet, and his breathing was barely audible.

Lin Zhengyang stood by the bed with a solemn expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he only leaned over to tuck his son in and turned to leave the room.

By the time Lin Yu was fully recovered, it was already the end of summer break.

In today’s modern technological society, a family of Celestial Masters naturally had to keep up with the times. The Lin family lived obscurely in the city, and the juniors all had to attend school and university.

Lin family members with high talent took exorcising ghosts as their main mission, and just needed to get a university diploma to get by. Those with low talent had to study hard to strive for glory for the Lin family in other fields.

So, a year ago, Lin Yu got into A University. However, he was a Computer Science major, which could be said to have nothing to do with the Celestial Master profession.

Lin Zhengyang did not interfere with his choice, but he still had not given up on testing his spiritual power.

“Is everything packed?” Lin Zhengyang sat in the main seat and asked in a deep voice.

Lin Yu took small sips of chicken soup. Hearing this, he replied: “En, everything is packed.”

Lin Zhengyang was still a bit worried: “Are you wearing the Spirit Jade?”

“I’m wearing it.” Lin Yu pulled a red string from his collar, revealing a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was of excellent quality, warm and translucent. Both sides were carved with extremely complex runes; if one looked closely, one could see a few traces of blood-red seeping inside.

“Good.” Lin Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction. “As long as this jade is there, no ghosts or spirits can get near you.”

Lin Yu silently gripped the Spirit Jade, feeling a hint of residual warmth on it.

He didn’t know if it was the effect of this Spirit Jade, but that thing hadn’t appeared again since he got sick.

Previously, his constitution was too weak to withstand the baleful aura of the Spirit Jade. Now that he was eighteen and his father had added incantations to the pendant, ordinary ghosts wouldn’t dare approach.

However, this was the only relic his mother had left him; its meaning to him went far beyond exorcising evil.

On the first day of registration at A University, the sun was scorching like fire.

Lin Zhengyang, with his special status, found it inconvenient to appear. The family driver sent Lin Yu along with his luggage to the dormitory before leaving.

A University mandated that freshmen must live on campus. Originally, Lin Zhengyang wanted to use some special connections to let his son live outside and have the family servants who had followed him since childhood continue to care for him.

But after careful consideration, given Lin Yu’s special constitution, living outside alone was not as good as living in a men’s dormitory. After all, eighteen and nineteen-year-old young men were at a peak of Yang energy. When a group of boys gathered together, any demons or ghosts would have to be wary.

If there were a few people with special constitutions among them, they might even help his son ward off bad luck.

Lin Yu arrived quite early. He had just briefly tidied his desk when his other two roommates arrived late.

“Xiao Yu! Brother is back! Come give Brother a hug!” The tall Li Yanchen kicked aside his suitcase and lunged forward, wanting to give him a bear hug.

“No hugs.” Lin Yu dodged in advance. “You’re just in time. Let’s clean up together.”

Li Yanchen was clearly used to his style and didn’t mind at all. He rolled up his non-existent sleeves: “Alright, coming right up!”

“Lin Yu.” Wei Shu, standing behind him, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and gave a greeting without any expression.

Lin Yu looked at him: “You come too.”

“Hey, why isn’t Xiao Jin here yet?” Li Yanchen looked at the innermost bed and criticized seriously, “Not being proactive about the start of school—that’s a problem in thinking!”

It wasn’t until dark that the last roommate failed to appear.

Li Yanchen couldn’t help but send a message to Xiao Jin, urging him to hurry up, only then learning that he had changed majors and dorms this semester.

“Why so sudden? He didn’t even tell us in advance.” Li Yanchen frowned, then grumbled, “So only three people will be living in our dorm from now on? It’s so weird having one less person!”

Wei Shu’s tone was cold: “I think three people is fine.”

Li Yanchen muttered: “How is it fine? Even for Mahjong, we’re one person short…”

Lin Yu did not join their conversation. After blowing his hair dry, he climbed onto his bed and asked: “By the way, are you guys going out tonight?”

“Probably not.” Li Yanchen turned to look at him. “Xiao Yu, are you going to sleep already?”

The air conditioning was on in the dorm. Lin Yu dutifully pulled up the quilt: “I’ll sleep for a bit. Wake me up in an hour.”

Even with his eyes closed, he could perceive the light overhead and the rustling sounds of his roommates deliberately keeping quiet, which brought him a sliver of peace.

He lay in bed brewing sleepiness, but from a certain moment on, he was startled to find that all the sounds in the dormitory had disappeared.

His heart jumped. Lin Yu lifted his long lashes. Sure enough, there was only an eerie blackness before his eyes.

He opened his mouth to shout, but his mouth was stuffed full with something.

“Why do you… never learn?” A dark, low, hoarse voice rang out abruptly. A thicker humanoid shadow emerged from the darkness.

“Mmph…” Lin Yu was so angry he wanted to bite it, so the thick black mist probed deeper into his throat.

“You thought if they called you, you could wake up?” The thing hovered over his body, its damp, cold breath lingering at his neck. “Heh…”

Lin Yu remembered asking his roommates to wake him up before he slept. His bare feet under the quilt kicked hard toward the foot of the bed: “Get off—mmph…”

“Did you think… you could escape me?” The thing seemed provoked by his violent struggle. A hand pinched his neck, forcing him to lift his face, as it licked his cheek minutely like a pervert. “I told you, you are mine.”

At the same time, strands of black mist began to burrow everywhere, more unrestrained than ever before.

It was as if it wanted to make up for the abuse missed while he was sick all at once.

The despair in Lin Yu’s heart reached its peak; he nearly gagged.

Why…

Why was it him? Why did it find him? Why wouldn’t it just let him go!

“…Classmate, classmate, wake up.” Just then, a deep, pleasant voice pierced through the layers of darkness, sounding clearly in his ear.

Lin Yu’s throat tightened as he sensed a hand grab his arm.

The black mist pressing down on him vanished without a trace instantly. He used all his strength to open his eyes.

An unfamiliar, handsome face bumped into his vision. The overhead light spilled evenly onto the man’s face, outlining deep brows and eyes and a three-dimensional profile.

“Sorry, I saw that you seemed to be having a nightmare, so I took the liberty of waking you up.” Seeing Lin Yu awake, the newcomer let go and took a step back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Lin Yu recovered. He raised his hand to brush back his sweat-damp bangs, supporting his weak upper body. His voice was hoarse and soft: “No, thank you.”

This was the first person to ever wake him from a nightmare. This man had actually done what even his father could not…

“That’s good.” The young man smiled slightly and politely extended a hand. “Hello, I’m He Chen, your new roommate.”