Volume 3: High School Arc - Mirror Game
"Open the door..."
That old and sharp voice made people feel extremely uncomfortable, and the old woman’s wrinkled face was already pressed tightly against the window.
The wrinkles on her face were so forcefully pressed that they left deep imprints on the car window.
However... even so, Shao He behind me was still driving.
Without a doubt, this situation hadn't triggered an emergency mission yet.
This scene before us was likely a sign that a mission was about to be triggered!
"Open the door..."
The old woman's face pressed even more tightly against the window.
That aged face was so distorted from the force that it looked like an oval-shaped pancake from a breakfast pancake wrap.
Those eyes, squeezed by the upper and lower eyelids, looked as if they were bulging out.
The eyeballs were pressed dead against the glass, and in those pale, murky pupils, malice filled every inch.
The corners of her mouth stretched wider and wider, the smile becoming increasingly twisted.
"Open the door..."
Even though I didn't have much emotion in my Evil Spirit Form, I still felt waves of chill sweeping over me.
She kept repeating “Open the door, open the door.”
Could it be that the key to triggering this emergency mission was really “opening the door”?
"Open the door... open the door... open the door... open the door..."
Perhaps because I didn't respond or open the door, the old woman's voice grew more and more urgent.
There was a raspy, gasping sound between her words, and her tone became sharper and sharper.
"Open..."
I stared blankly at the old woman's distorted face pressed against the car window.
Her bulging eyeballs were locked dead onto me.
"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!"
"Open..."
"Open it! Open it..."
As the old woman's tone became increasingly fast-paced, panic surged in my heart.
Her voice completely disrupted my thoughts, making it impossible to think clearly.
The more I couldn’t think straight, the more my heart filled with panic and fear.
"Open! Open!!"
Rage suddenly ignited.
With a loud “bang,” the claw of the Evil Spirit Form slammed onto the car window.
Nearly on the verge of losing control, the face of the Evil Spirit Form also pressed tightly against the window!!
Two pupils, shrunk to their limits, and those pale, murky eyes — only separated by a thin layer of glass.
And clearly... the curve of my grinning mouth was much wider than hers, since the Evil Spirit Form stood over three meters tall!
On the edge of going berserk, the Evil Spirit Form continued to affect my mind.
Fueled by rage, I roared almost without hesitation at the old woman outside the window.
"Shut your f*cking mouth!!!"
The old woman outside the window, who had been speaking urgently, suddenly froze.
"……"
She just stared blankly at me.
Then... suddenly, that aged face began to twist.
Thick black mist billowed behind her, and the entire tunnel was nearly swallowed into darkness.
Only the road ahead of the car still had a faint trace of light.
"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!!!"
That sharp, aged voice sounded as if it had been infuriated by what I said, now filled with fury and urgency.
At the same time, her figure began to enlarge.
The face that had been pressed against the window gradually grew as large as the window itself — and was still growing.
"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!!"
"Shut your f*cking mouth, shut your f*cking mouth! Shut your f*cking mouth!!"
She screamed outside the car window, I yelled inside the car.
The car was still speeding along the road.
Perhaps because I hadn’t reacted in a while, Shao He’s voice suddenly came from behind me.
"Did the young lady fall asleep? Then I’ll slow down a little..."
Slow down?
Damn!
We still didn’t know the key to triggering the emergency mission — what if it was slowing down!?
No time to think.
The Evil Spirit Form quickly returned to my body.
I suddenly looked up, completely ignoring Shao He's bewildered expression, and shouted urgently, "Don’t slow down!!"
"Young lady?"
Shao He furrowed her brow and instinctively glanced at me.
In her pupils, I could see my own reflection.
My face... was now full of fear.
Cold sweat had unknowingly appeared on my forehead.
"Don’t ask questions. Don’t slow down!!"
Just as I finished saying that, the car roof seemed to be struck by something!
There was a dull thud!
‘Bang!!’
Shao He almost instinctively went to hit the brakes, but how could I let her do that??
"Ignore it! Don’t slow down!!"
Without thinking, I reached out and pressed directly on her thigh...
Ahem!
I had to admit, the thighs of Shao He, who trained regularly, were really firm and bouncy.
Ahem ahem ahem!
No, that wasn’t the focus right now!
The knowledge of hundreds of people gave me countless techniques and skills.
Among them were two traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and seven or eight martial artists.
That’s right, what I pressed on Shao He’s thigh just now was an acupuncture point.
Real acupoint pressing wasn’t like what they show in movies, where a person goes stiff for ages.
In reality, acupoint striking affects nerve clusters, pain points, and blood vessels.
The numb tendon was quite simple.
Many people had accidentally bumped the gap in the elbow bone, and suddenly their arm went numb and painful — that spot was the numb tendon.
Pressing it would temporarily cause the entire arm to lose control.
The nerve point was a bit more complex.
The most obvious one was under the armpit.
In martial arts, many ultimate moves targeted the armpit because there was a cluster of nerves there.
When this nerve cluster was struck, it would instantly overload the brain’s ability to process the signal, causing the entire body to lose control.
(Do not imitate.)
As for the blood vessels, those were fatal.
Near the temple, there were venous blood vessels and dense nerves, close to key parts of the brain.
Under a heavy blow, these blood vessels might become instantly blocked, resulting in death.
(Do not imitate.)
There were also other death points — either major blood vessels or nerve clusters.
But in modern martial arts, the focus was on "non-lethality", so these lethal moves had basically been lost over time.
Fortunately, the knowledge in my mind included both Chinese and Western medicine, as well as martial arts experience.
With all three combined, I quickly understood the original purpose of certain techniques.
At the same time, I could also deduce what kind of consequences would result from striking certain areas.
Therefore, I had struck the front of Shao He’s thigh.
Because my strength was considerable, Shao He clearly felt the pain, and her muscle instinctively contracted slightly, preventing her from stepping on the brake.
"Don’t stop!! Keep going!"
At this point, I couldn’t care whether Shao He noticed anything strange.
I kept my eyes on the road ahead.
At this moment, there was still a faint trace of light in front of the car.
It hadn’t been completely swallowed by darkness, and my phone hadn't rung either, which meant we hadn’t triggered anything yet.
Just as I was focusing all my attention on the road ahead, suddenly, a grotesquely enlarged face slapped onto the front windshield.
Pale and murky eyes locked dead onto me.
A sharp, scream-like voice pierced my ears.
"Open the door!"