Witch, Open Your Eyes

Witch, Open Your Eyes Chapter 56: Fourth Night Part Seven

Un-edited so please don’t kill me if you find anything wrong, please gently commenting so I can fix it. Thank you.

Fang Daichuan stood up quickly, because his leg was a little numb after squatting for a long time he ended up swaying and hit the wall. – It’s hot. The temperature is definitely over forty degrees, although it is not scorching, but even if Fang Daichuan has no knowledge in this area, he understands how unusual this situation is.

“The volcano is about to erupt?” Fang Daichuan thought of this possibility, his face pale, knowing that they lived on an active volcanic area and this volcano was in danger of erupting at any time. He rushed out of the corner, pushed open the window facing the stairs, and observed the ocean currents outside.

The tides of the sea come and go, the sound of the waves is silent, and the vision is blurry under the heavy rain.

The heat that had just surged in Fang Daichuan’s blood vessels instantly cooled down and no matter how restless he felt inside, it faded away like a tide, leaving only the deep fear in his heart.

“It’s not a volcano, if a volcano erupts, there should be abnormal changes in the water level and water temperature.” At some point Li Sinian stood behind him, pressed his right hand on his shoulder, it was a strong grip, making Fang Daichuan’s heart a little more at ease.

“I’m afraid there is something wrong with the house.” Li Sinian patted him on the shoulder and motioned to come with him. They walked along the wall. The corner where Li Sinian was hiding was already at the outermost corner, the furthest in the house.

Fang Daichuan didn’t know what Li Sinian’s plan was, but he followed him. He saw him swipe his right hand on the wall, tearing open the shaggy tapestry hanging on the wall along the surface, and pressed three fingers against the wall, not knowing what he was currently feeling. Fang Daichuan looked twice and followed suit, pressing his right hand against the wall and walking towards the inner house.

The smell of wax oil in the air is getting heavier and heavier, there is a vague burning scent mixed in.

Li Sinian felt the temperature on the fingertips getting hotter and hotter, his face was grim: “Wake everyone up! Something’s not right, I think there is a fire.”

Fang Daichuan hurriedly nodded and turned around. Just as he was about to move, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps coming from under the stairs behind him.

He turned his head in horror, staring at the stairs in the dark. The statue on the dome at the corner of the second floor looked back at him, like a silent deity weeping for eternity.

(T/N : Yes, the author really uses the dome, I Baidu and it shows me a picture of a statue under the dome so I guess this villa is really huge.)

There was a loud shrill roar from downstairs, like the wailing of a dying mother, anger and despair combined together. Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan turned around at the same time, staring warily at the stairs entrance.

(T/N : Alright, just a note, from here the story will switch POV and timeline, just a note before you read the rest of this chapter and feel confused. I will make notes if this switching happen again)

On the seaside reefs, Ding Zihui sat hugging his knees, the night had quietly descended and the rain had become drizzle.

She was a little uncomfortable with all the sand on her body, yet she didn’t care. She came close and smelled her hands. The girl’s hands, which only had some pen calluses on her right hand middle finger and were tender elsewhere, now had many bloody cuts on the palms and fingers. She bent down and scoop the sea water and washed her hands over and over again.

In front of her lay the temperamental sea, the great forces of nature lifting the veil of its daytime warmth. The dark clouds that hung on the sky dispersed a little and a few sporadic stars, reflected dimly on the dark sea, like the eyes of someone watching her tenderly.

Children who spend their childhood with the sea will not be frightened by the waves. The ocean image is so terrifying in the eyes of many people who are used to living on land. If they come to the coast or on the sea, it is like they meet their Achilles heel. They were stripped from their power and all that remained was the endless fear.

Ding Zihui has no fear.

For many people, the ocean is a symbol of death, but for her, it is a symbol of life.

There was a rustling sound coming from the bushes behind her.

“You’re here again,” she didn’t turn her head back, still washing her hands with her head down, looking at the turbulent sea, the place she regarded as a symbol of her mother, she smiled and said to herself, “Why do you only come at night? Are you really a ghost?”

Behind her, a shadow stood silently, not saying a word.

Suddenly there was a “meow~” sound behind him.

Ding Zihui jerk her head and saw that the shadow behind her suddenly fading and a black cat jumped off the reef from the window sill on the second floor of the villa and licked its paws at her.

In the distance, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan came out of the main entrance and walked towards the seaside. Ding Zihui hid in the bushes under the reef.

On the third floor of the castle, Yang Song was holding a candlestick. At this time, the sky was dark outside, the rain fell down alarmingly and the surroundings were dead silent.

The copper candlestick was so hot in her hands that the sweat in her palm soaked the handle of the candlestick and it almost slipped out of her hand several times.

It was quiet in the corridor. The slippers made a soft sound on the wooden floor. It was dark all around. Yang Song holds a key in his palm. It is made of brass. The handle of the key is carved with complicated roses and stars,like some kind of a coat of arms or family crest. She herself didn’t know what the keys were for.

The third floor is empty, there are only four doors. Yang Song brought the candlestick close to the door handle and saw that the four doors were all electronic locks.

It is not surprising, Yang Song thought, although the villa was renovated into an ancient castle, but five years ago, she is still the island’s nominal owner so this villa should not be built for more than five years at most. The equipment is certainly up-to-date.

She soon came to an end.

At this end of the first floor, the corner in front of Li Sinian’s room, there was a staircase leading up to this level behind it, and it was logical that there should be a staircase up here as well. Yang Song looked down at the stairs leading down, it was quiet downstairs, the dark staircase was dead silent, only a little light emitted from the candlestick in her hand.

Tears streamed down the candlestick and hit the small brass plate below. Yang Song’s toes in the slippers moved unconsciously and the soles of his feet were covered in sweat.

She looked down the stairs to the other side, where there should have been stairs, there is only a wooden door.

This is a dead end.

What’s behind the wooden door?

Yang Song looked at the brass key in her palm. She moved the candlestick closer to the wooden door, a keyhole lay under the doorknob. There was a light layer of dust on the doorknob, Yang Song’s heart beat like a drum; and she inserted the key and opened the door.

A dark shadow flashed quickly.

Yang Song threw the candlestick.

No one should be inside the villa at this hour. She stood outside the wooden door with a frightened gasp, clinging to the wall.

A black cat climbed up from downstairs, gave her a sidelong glance and rubbed its chin against its shoulder.

The rain got heavier, and as Ding Zhui hid in the woods halfway up the hill, she didn’t know whether it was the rain or the coldness in her heart that was affecting the temperature around her. She only felt her body getting colder.

Yang Song flew down the stairs, the candlestick in her hand already burnt out and her slippers lost somewhere, as she darted in panic, her eyelashes twitching nervously. As she descended the first floor, she struggled to restrain her breathing and heartbeat and to ease her movements. She heard someone talking 一It was the couple.

The man asked, “What’s that smell?”

The woman casually swiped the card and said cutely, “You still have time to worry about smell. Don’t you want to ‘deal’ with me? Come in.”

Yang Song inhaled, reached out to touch the temperature of the wall, raised the corner of his mouth making a slight smile and gently opened the door to her room.

At this time, outside the window opposite her door, a very small moon shine down.