Chapter 820 Diary
He gently opened the diary. The handwriting on it was crooked, as if it was written with all his strength.
The content of the diary made Qi Tongwei's heart beat faster. The owner of the diary was a young man named Afu, who used to be a staff member of this hotel. Many years ago, a mysterious guest came to the hotel. This guest always wore a black hat, covering most of his face, and rarely communicated with others.
Ah Fu was responsible for taking care of the guest's daily life. One day, when he was cleaning the guest's room, he accidentally knocked over the guest's suitcase, and the things inside were scattered all over the floor. Ah Fu was horrified to find that the suitcase was filled with all kinds of strange spells and an ancient bronze mirror. When the guest came back and saw this scene, his face became extremely ugly and he warned Ah Fu not to tell anyone about it.
However, strange things started happening one after another. The guests in the hotel always heard strange noises in the middle of the night, like someone crying and asking for help. Some guests were so scared that they checked out at night. Ah Fu also began to have frequent nightmares, in which there was always a dark shadow approaching him, stretching out its long claws, trying to grab him.
Ah Fu thought that all this was related to the mysterious guest, so he decided to investigate secretly. One night, he entered the guest's room again while the guest was out. He searched the room, hoping to find some clues. Just as he opened the closet, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from inside and threw him to the ground.
Ah Fu looked at the shadow in front of him in horror. It was a demon with a distorted face, blood-red eyes and a foul smell coming out of his mouth. The demon told him that he had been sealed in the bronze mirror for many years, and the mysterious guest tried to unlock his seal. Once the seal was lifted, he would kill people.
Ah Fu struggled desperately and finally broke free from the evil ghost and escaped from the room. He wanted to call the police, but found that the phone was not connected. Just when he was at a loss, the mysterious guest came back. Seeing Ah Fu's terrified look, the guest said coldly that his fate was tied to this evil ghost and no one could escape.
Since then, Ah Fu has lived in fear every day. He tried to find a way to lift the curse, but to no avail. Finally, in desperation, he wrote this diary to record his experiences, hoping that someone would see it and stop it.
After reading the diary, Qi Tongwei was filled with shock and fear. He realized that he might have fallen into a terrible curse. At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head subconsciously and saw a dark shadow slowly approaching him.
The shadow was getting faster and faster, and it was in front of him in an instant. Qi Tongwei looked at the evil ghost in front of him in horror. It was exactly the appearance described in the diary. The evil ghost opened its bloody mouth and pounced on him. Qi Tongwei tried his best to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be fixed and could not move.
Just when the evil spirit was about to touch him, Qi Tongwei suddenly remembered a sentence in his diary: "Only a true heart can break evil." He was moved, closed his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping to get rid of this terrible curse.
A miracle happened. When Qi Tongwei opened his eyes again, the evil ghost had disappeared. The room returned to peace, and the diary was nowhere to be found. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, and the fear in his heart could not be dispelled for a long time.
The next morning, Qi Tongwei left the hotel. His face was pale and there was still fear in his eyes. After returning to the village, he told the villagers about his experience. After hearing it, the villagers were shocked and terrified.
"Tongwei, this is too scary. Has the evil ghost really disappeared?" a villager asked with lingering fear.
Qi Tongwei nodded: "I think so, maybe my sincere prayer worked. But this experience made me understand that there are some things that we cannot touch lightly, and we must always maintain awe."
Since then, Qi Tongwei has cherished his current life even more. He knows that there are still many unknown mysterious powers in this world. And he will continue to work hard for the development of the village with this awe.
As the days go by, the village is still full of laughter and joy. Tourists come and go, enjoying the beautiful scenery and feeling the local customs. Qi Tongwei is also writing a legendary story for himself and the villagers on this land. He often thinks of that horrible night, but he is no longer afraid, because he knows that as long as there is light in their hearts, love for life and care for others, nothing can really defeat them.
At a gathering in the village, everyone sat together and listened to Qi Tongwei's story. The children listened attentively, their eyes flashing with curiosity and fear. The elderly seemed to be thinking about something, lamenting the mystery of the world.
"Tongwei, do you think there are really evil ghosts in this world?" a child asked innocently.
Qi Tongwei touched the child's head and said with a smile: "Maybe, but as long as we are kind and do the right thing, we don't have to be afraid of them."
The gathering in the village reached its climax with Qi Tongwei's storytelling. The children chattered and the elders occasionally interrupted to share the strange stories they had heard. After the gathering, everyone went their separate ways, and life seemed to have returned to normal. But Qi Tongwei always felt a little uneasy, as if the horrific experience in the hotel had not really come to an end.
A few months later, Qi Tongwei went to the city again for cooperation in the sale of the village's agricultural products. Out of helplessness, he stayed in the hotel where the supernatural incident happened before. The moment he stepped into the hotel, a familiar chill rose from the soles of his feet. He suppressed the fear in his heart, checked in, and walked to his room.
The room was at the end of the corridor, not far from where the strange incident happened last time. Qi Tongwei opened the door carefully, and the room was filled with a damp and musty smell. He opened the window to ventilate, trying to dispel the oppressive atmosphere. As the sky gradually darkened, Qi Tongwei simply washed up, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the door from time to time, silently praying in his heart that no more accidents would happen.
However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. In the middle of the night, a familiar low humming sound came from a distance, gradually becoming clearer. Qi Tongwei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he sat up and stared at the door. The sound was getting closer and closer, like someone was wandering in the corridor with heavy footsteps. Suddenly, with a "creak", the door handle of his room slowly turned, as if something wanted to come in.