Rescued

The obese old woman before Fu Jing wore an expression of extreme terror. Starting from her head, her entire body gradually turned into a puddle of water and vanished from the kitchen.

Once the threat of death had passed, Fu Jing's tightly wound body immediately slackened. Using the last of his strength, he shut off the faucet behind him with his right hand, then collapsed onto the cold, damp floor. His eyes stared at the ground as he struggled to believe everything that had happened that night.

Yet Fu Jing had no idea that the faucet behind him had not been fully shut and was still slowly dripping clear water.

"Drip, drop. Drip, drop!"

Although the dripping sounded especially clear in the quiet, sealed kitchen, Fu Jing, who had just brushed past the gates of the underworld, had yet to fully recover.

The drops that fell into the sink did not flow into the drain. Instead, they wriggled as though alive, crawling up the walls of the sink like insects until they reached the edge above Fu Jing's head.

"Drip, drop!"

The droplet landed with perfect precision on the center of Fu Jing's head. A chill instantly seeped into his brain, accompanied by a numbness that spread through his entire body. He toppled straight to the floor, losing control of his body.

Yet Fu Jing could still see clearly, and his hearing remained intact. His consciousness was still lucid.

"Can't move my body?"

Just as Fu Jing was overcome with shock, his body rose from the ground on its own and shuffled step by step toward the outside of the old man's house.

The door that he had been unable to force open no matter how hard he rammed it earlier now stood before him. As he approached the tightly