Contract's Will

After Sect Leader Zhen's sudden appearance on the Ping residence, Lianming was able to escaoe the grasps of the Ping's that night since he never went back inside but instead, headed straight back to his abandoned shack. He knew that neither Mrs. or Mr. Ping will be able to take him away from the shack in the dead of night because of the rule that they themselves imposed on the city, "no wandering and causing trouble at night".

They originally made this rule in order to backup the story of Lianming being insane, and attacking people out of the blue especially during night time. Although he never did, ever since the rule was imposed everyone followed and thought that if they will go outside they will undeniably be killed by the insane Lianming.

Even though the own rule of the Ping's keep him safe, Sect Leader Zhen's words echoed throughout his mind, "If you feel that something will happen read the spell out loud", Lianming took the piece of paper he recieved hidden on the robe on his chest and looked at the spell. He couldn't help but shiver as he read it with his eyes.

Lianming knew that even if he tries his best in reading the spell out loud, he will never be able to do so. He lost his voice ever since he was 11 because of the Ping's, and now that someone came to help him, he still couldn't use their help because the person helping him didn't know that he was mute.

He held the spell to his chest and sobbed once more, his lips trembled, in his mind he kept repeating the words "thank you" and "I'm sorry", Thank you for helping him in times of his need and I'm sorry for not using the help he gave him. He knelt down at the middle of the shack, his gaze was only fixed on the ground as tears kept flowing from his eyes. He then took another look to the spell and read them with all his heart, mouthing every word and forcing his voice to come back, with his hands clenched into fists and his eyes tearing with mixed emotions.

No sound came out of his mouth but he tried again and again, repeating the spell with all his will and might, he never bothered the flies flyung around him, he never bothered the cold night wind seeping into his clothes, he never bothered his tired sleepless eyes. Without even noticing that it was near dawn already and the time limit of the curfew the Ping's made was by 4 in the morning, and that time was getting closer and closer in every time Lianming repeats the spell.

As 4 a.m. passed herds of angry men and women bundled up at the city's entrance, every man had sharp swords and knives in their hand, at the middle of the mob was Mr. Ping, his face flushed with fury and a hint of grief. Not far from the mob, in the middle of the street, the old man who told Lianming about the story of the star sprawed out in the floor, dead. His body was pierced with a dagger hundreds of times and his dead face froze with fear and resentment.

Mr. Ping finally emerged from the crowd and took the front, he looked at every person who was with him, the men who brought torches stood on each end of the group. "Today we had seen a cruel and hideous crime that crazed insane lunatic brought to our city, although it pains my heart to dispose of him as I think of him as family, he needs to atone for his crimes!" Mr. Ping announced to the mob, they cheered afterwards and plunged their weapons into the air again and again. "Kill the murderer! Kill Lianming!" they shouted as they started to walk towards the old shack.

Lianming never exerted this amount of effort and force before, his body had already sprawled on the floor and his mouth shivering, he gagged up ounces of blood because of forcing himself to speak, and yet he kept on mouthing the spell. He memorized every bit of it and stared blankly at the cieling with the spell crumpled in his left hand. His mouth moved and moved, his eyes blankly staring on the cieling as light started to shine its way from the shack's roof. Lianming's breath became faster, his heart beating like never before.

Silence broke with the angry pounding sounds of the shack's door, "They're here" Lianming thought, still mouthing the spell, "It's over" as he thought of those words, tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his face. In the end he was never able to avenge his family, in the end it was still him who gave up, in the end it was still them who won. He took the paper once more and glanced at it, "I will never forgive them" his eyes burned with anger, "if i become a living corpse of a deadly spirit I will kill them once I see them... All of them!" he crumpled the paper and took hus sworn oath to his heart.

But as willing as he is to death, Lianming didn't want to die on the hands of the people he despised the most especially the Ping's who will undoubtedly make sure his soul and body will never ressurect in any form of spirit or ghost. He knew that his time will be up soon, he kept on mouthing the spell almost as if he was screaming his lungs out, and with his final struggle he gagged up more and more blood, finally his mouth stopped moving as he felt his heart beat slower finally beating at peace he closed his eyes with a hint of smile curled up on his lips.

Soon enough the door of the shack flew open with angry mobs of people yelling and jeering out, they Ping family framed him into killing the old man he met not long ago. Everyone shouted for his death and that he should've never been born.

The anger of the mob quickly vanished after seeing Lianming's lifeless body in a pool of his own blood. Women froze and shrieked afterwards while men stood still with eyes wide and mouth gaping in disbelief, some puked while others fainted at the scene.