Antonio looked at the face and was nearly scared out of his wits... this face, wasn't it his own?
He saw that he was bizarrely wearing a woman's bridal gown, with a head of shiny black hair hanging down naturally. His face was unnaturally attached to this body, making him feel extremely uneasy.
"What the fuck are you? What kind of monster are you?" Antonio cursed loudly and violently to bolster his courage.
Even if it was a ghost, even if he was scared, he wasn't a coward at all - that was Antonio's character.
The thing shared his face, but Antonio knew it was just some evil creature trying to frighten him.
Grandpa had said that eighty percent of ghosts and monsters don't actively attack people - they only scare you.
The thing ignored Antonio and continued combing its hair. As it did so, blood kept oozing from its scalp, dyeing the hair red and making the scene look rather lurid.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Antonio roared in trembling rage, kicking over a nearby stool and throwing it.
With a bang, a black shadow flashed, and the "thing" disappeared, leaving only a black comb snapped in half on the ground.
Antonio approached and picked up the broken comb. The moment he touched it, his hand jerked back as if electrocuted.
Ice cold! The comb was as cold as ice!
Antonio tried picking it up again. It remained just as cold, but the temperature became gradually more bearable as he held it in his palm.
The black comb appeared to have blood-red veins inside, pulsing like real blood vessels.
"What the hell..."
Antonio's hand shook, causing the comb to fall back to the floor.
Just then, there came several sharp knocks at the door.
"Who is it?" Antonio asked.
"It's me, Qingyin," replied the voice outside.
Antonio muttered to himself about why this little nun would come visiting so late at night.
After speaking, he meant to pick up the comb before opening the door, but in that brief moment, the comb that had just fallen had already vanished.
"Evil! This place is fucking evil!" Antonio cursed before going to open the door.
The little nun Qingyin saw Antonio open the door and slipped inside without a word, showing no hesitation whatsoever. She instructed Antonio to close the door behind her.
Antonio remained expressionless, simply staring at her, unsure of her intentions. When she saw Antonio frozen in place, Qingyin went and blocked the door herself.
"What are you standing there for? Aren't you afraid of being seen by others?" Qingyin complained.
Antonio laughed. She was the one who had entered his room. Why should he be afraid of being seen?
Qingyin said, "Don't pretend. I know what men think." With that, she removed her nun's cap, revealing a completely bald head.
"I'll show you a magic trick." After finishing her sentence, Qingyin pulled out a small black comb from her pocket - identical to the one Antonio had just seen.
Qingyin took out the comb and began carefully running it over her bald head, repeating the motion again and again.
After combing her hair about fifty or sixty times, QINGYIN actually grew a thick and incomparable mane. She became even more beautiful with hair, and a strong fragrance emanated from it. When Antonio caught the scent, he grew slightly lightheaded, and by the end, even he didn't know what he was doing.
Once Antonio regained some awareness, he saw several women leaving his room—not just QINGYIN—and struggled to recall what had happened.
He drifted into a daze after all the women had left, unsure whether he was dreaming or if it was real, when he heard a few nuns outside discussing their tasks, talking about gathering firewood to cook and enjoying a good meal that day.
Antonio was utterly exhausted, and their murmuring voices, almost hypnotic, finally lulled him into unconsciousness.
He didn't know how long he had slept when suddenly the door creaked open, and Antonio's eyes snapped awake reflexively.
"Who's there?" Antonio demanded coldly as he roused.
Another nun entered just then, though this one was disheveled. Yet her eyes were especially clear and luminous. The moment she stepped inside, she seized Antonio's hand and said, "Hurry, they're going to slaughter you for breakfast."
Antonio bolted upright. "Who?"
"The nuns of this nunnery. You must leave, or your life will be in danger," the nun urged.
Only then did Antonio remember the conversation he'd heard outside the door earlier—it hadn't been a dream after all.
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" If he wasn't mistaken, she was also a nun here. How could Antonio be sure she wasn't leading him into another trap?
"Don't worry, I mean you no harm. Every nun in this nunnery has been poisoned by that comb. Go now, before they notice." Without letting Antonio respond, she pulled him outside.
When they emerged, the nunnery appeared deserted, yet Antonio couldn't shake the feeling of unseen presences—as if countless eyes were watching them.
Luckily, they made it to the gate without incident. But just as they reached it, the gate suddenly slammed shut on its own, separating the nun and Antonio on opposite sides.
At that moment, a gloomy wind howled violently, and an eerie, whirring sound echoed from within. It resembled laughter—or perhaps weeping. A wail erupted from the nuns inside: "Ah…! Go, just go! Save whoever you can! Buddha, I've done my best—please save them!"
Horrified, Antonio pounded on the door and shouted, "Hey, are you all right? What's happening?"
If this nun came to harm because of him, he would never forgive himself. How could he, a grown man, flee without her?
"Don't look back! Run! Once you're down the mountain, never return—and don't speak of this to anyone!" The nun inside screamed again, as though every word subjected her to unbearable torture.
Just then, the door suddenly creaked open a crack, and countless ghastly white hands reached out to grab Antonio.
Luckily, Antonio reacted quickly and dodged away in a flash, but the hands seemed to stretch endlessly, relentlessly clawing toward him.
Those hands looked terrifying—like spectral limbs reaching straight from hell. The sight made Antonio's scalp prickle.
"Wait for me! I'll find help to save you—just hang on!" Antonio didn't dare linger, or he'd be dragged in too. With those words, he turned and fled down the mountain.
As he descended, Antonio glanced back and froze in horror: halfway up the mountain, a cluster of nuns sat nestled together, combing their hair. The bizarre scene sent chills down his spine and made his soles sweat.
Antonio didn't dare stay another second. He ran for his life.