The Otherworldly God I Serve Is Actually a Demon - Chapter 3

Ruan Jiao was a very meticulous person. She didn’t think she had misremembered, she had definitely passed by this spot earlier.

Something was off.

That icy, voyeuristic gaze returned. Ruan Jiao’s heart raced with fear as she whipped her head around, and what she saw nearly made her heart leap out of her chest.

Earlier, from the same direction, when she had first sensed that gaze, she had looked over and seen nothing.

But now, she saw an eye!

An eye hidden behind the corner of a wall, slimy, cold, and brimming with surging malice.

It wasn’t a mistake or a hallucination. There really was an eye in that spot, and only an eye, with nothing else around.

This realization nearly made Ruan Jiao scream. She stared motionlessly at the eye, and the eye stared back at her.

How long had it been? Maybe minutes, maybe just seconds.

Ruan Jiao fumbled her phone out of her pocket, frantically unlocking the screen to call the police. But when she saw that her phone had lost its signal at some point, a wave of despair washed over her.

No, wait, she could still call for help.

Even if she had to knock on doors in the middle of the night and risk being seen as crazy, she had to try.

Ruan Jiao quickly ran toward a single-story house and banged on the door, shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Fire! Is anyone there? Fire! There’s a fire!!”

She didn’t shout for help because there was no guarantee someone would open the door if they heard danger outside.

At the very least, she herself would likely avoid getting involved. But if it was a fire, that might be different. Fire could spread and affect everyone, so if anyone was nearby, they would likely come out to check.

That way, she wouldn’t have to face whatever was watching her alone.

But Ruan Jiao shouted and knocked for a long time, with no response. It was as if she were the only living person left in the area.

The cold, disgusting gaze clung to her again, and Ruan Jiao felt as though its source was mocking her.

Laughing at how pitiful and ridiculous her desperate struggle was.

She started running again, sprinting forward as if she could outrun that slimy gaze.

As she ran, her mind raced.

She was definitely dealing with a supernatural event, no doubt about it. Because aside from a ghost, nothing else could have just a single eye floating in the air.

And this wasn’t the first time she had been targeted. There had been signs earlier, just like the protagonist in the “Peeping” story written by the poster who called themselves the “First Person of the Supernatural Revival Era.”

Now it seemed that what the First Person had written was likely a record of vengeful spirits, supernatural events happening right here in Jiangcheng.

Ruan Jiao recalled every detail of that story over and over: a freshman girl feeling watched, going to the hospital for medication…

The first half of that story was exactly like her own experience. The ghost she was facing might very well be the same one the poster had written about.

What was the First Person’s purpose in writing that post? How did they know the specific details of those supernatural events? If what they wrote was true, then they must have experienced supernatural events themselves and survived.

Maybe the protagonist of the “Peeping” story was the First Person themselves!

Ruan Jiao’s eyes suddenly lit up. This first person must know how to survive an encounter with a ghost. That was probably the original intention behind their post, to help others who were unlucky enough to meet a ghost survive as well.

So, the first person’s post must have included methods for dealing with ghosts. Although Xiang You hadn’t taken screenshots of the entire post, she would definitely have captured such crucial content.

And as it happened, Ruan Jiao had those dozens of screenshots from the forum that Xiang You had sent her. Even though her phone had no signal, cached images like these could still be viewed offline.

Panting heavily, Ruan Jiao came to a stop. She had run back to the spot where she had first felt the sensation of being watched, she had lost count of how many times she had passed this place already.

She gave up on running any further. She was likely trapped in a “ghost wall” and continuing to run would only waste her energy.

That chilling gaze latched onto her again, and this time, it felt much closer than before!

Ruan Jiao turned to look and nearly had her soul scared out of her body.

She saw half of a pale, bluish woman’s face peeking out from a corner of the wall, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her mouth, staring intently at her.

Just moments ago, there had only been one eye. Now, it had half a face. It gave off a horrifying sense that it was slowly manifesting.

Moreover, the distance had also shortened significantly. Now, it was only about two houses away from Ruan Jiao.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, Ruan Jiao lowered her head and quickly searched through her phone, scrolling through the dozens of screenshots with her fingers.

Xiang You had taken long screenshots, so when Ruan Jiao opened them and scrolled down, it felt almost like she was browsing the forum itself.

[This is an era of supernatural resurgence.

Some among us are already experiencing supernatural events.

Anyone who sees this post will be drawn into it.]

The first floor of the post contained only these three sentences. Not long ago, Ruan Jiao had thought this was just clickbait, but now she knew every word was true.

[Of course, you won’t believe it. You might just treat this post as entertainment. But in the near future, you’ll be glad you read it, that you learned about the supernatural resurgence in advance and discovered how to maximize your chances of surviving an encounter with a ghost.]

Ruan Jiao was filled with regret now. If she had known earlier that everything in the post was true, she would have memorized all those screenshots back in the classroom. She would have asked Xiang You about every detail of the post and never taken it lightly.

It seemed you really could learn useful things from forums. With anticipation, she continued scrolling.

[Those who have made it this far likely have strong adaptability or an interest in the supernatural. Good. You’re already a step ahead of ordinary people. You’ll survive longer than others after the supernatural resurgence.]

[But first, let me pour some cold water on your enthusiasm. You might be thinking that after the supernatural resurgence, you could kill ghosts, cultivate immortality, and reach the peak of life. I’m sorry to tell you this: ghosts cannot be killed, and immortality cultivation doesn’t exist. Surviving an encounter with a ghost requires immense effort each time, you could even say it’s purely a matter of luck.]

Surviving an encounter with a ghost… purely a matter of luck?

Ruan Jiao’s heart sank, but she still held onto hope as she switched to the next screenshot.

[You must be wondering: Is there really no way for a person to fight back against a ghost? Are we just waiting to die?]

Here it comes. Ruan Jiao’s eyes lit up, thinking that the method to deal with supernatural events had finally arrived, and she was thrilled.

She swiped her finger to scroll down, only to find a single sentence on the screen.

[I can tell you with great responsibility that it’s almost certainly true.]

After reading this sentence, Ruan Jiao fell silent.

If she were browsing the forum under normal circumstances, she might have left a comment below saying, “It seems like you said something, but also like you said nothing,” followed by a (funny.jpg) emoji.

But now, she just wanted to pry open the poster’s skull to see what was inside. Could they stop being so pretentious, rambling on and on, and just say something useful?

Ruan Jiao forced herself to be patient and continued scrolling. She refused to believe that such a popular post would have no substance at all.

Sure enough, after flipping through a few more screenshots, she saw a turning point.

[It seems everyone is eager to know what to do specifically if they encounter a ghost. After my research, I’ve compiled three correct approaches, which I’ll list below:]

Ruan Jiao’s eyes lit up again. She knew it, the poster was capable after all, even managing to compile three methods to deal with ghosts. Truly the number one expert in this era of supernatural resurgence.

She quickly read on.

[1. Commit suicide first, because falling into a ghost’s hands will result in a very painful death, and you won’t find peace even after dying.]

[2. Try to communicate with the ghost, reason with it, and try to persuade it. If it’s in a good mood today, it might let you go.]

[3. Look around to see if there are other people nearby. Push them toward the ghost, and you’ll survive.]

Ruan Jiao thought she was seeing things and couldn’t believe it. She read it again, but the text on the screen remained unchanged.

By the time she realized what she was reading, it was too late.

Seeing these three points felt as if the folds in her cerebral cortex had been instantly smoothed out and stretched flat, creating a strange sense of relaxation as if her left brain was attacking her right brain…

“Heh.”

People really do laugh when they’re speechless.

Ruan Jiao was utterly despairing. She shouldn’t have trusted this poster. Of course, people who frequent forums like this lack yang energy, how else could they write something so sinister?

And she had wasted her precious escape time. In the few moments she spent looking at her phone, the thing that had been watching her had moved much closer. Now, there was only the distance of a house between them.

But there was no other choice now. Maybe she should really try what the poster suggested.

First, she ruled out options one and three, leaving only the second one: try communicating with this thing.

Ruan Jiao’s teeth chattered as she looked at the half-smiling woman’s face in the distance. Trembling, she asked, “Um, do you… do you have any unfulfilled wishes from when you were alive? I can help you with them. Could you let me go?”

For a long time, the half-faced woman remained motionless. Just as Ruan Jiao thought it couldn’t communicate, the eerily smiling mouth opened and uttered two chilling words.

“Die…”

“…die.”

The good news was that what the poster wrote was indeed true, it was possible to communicate with ghosts. The bad news was that even if you could communicate, it was useless.

This damn thing wanted her dead!

In a fit of rage, Ruan Jiao got angry for a moment before hurriedly reopening the post to continue reading. After all, aside from trusting this post, she had no other options left.

If there isn’t anything useful soon, once she turns into a ghost, she’ll find the original poster first thing and give them two big slaps, then make them choose from those three methods on how to escape from her clutches.