Standing under a Suzhou-style tube building, I double-checked the address given to me by my father-in-law.

739 Fenghuang South Road, 6th floor, 601.

One corner of the spring couplets on both sides of the door has been taken down, and there's a hole in the middle of the "福" character on the security door.

The peephole's convex mirror comes out of the hole.

When the door opened, I was taken aback.

The fortune-teller that my father-in-law had mentioned was actually a young and beautiful woman.

I briefly explained my situation to her, and her face grew even more grim.

I felt the situation was getting worse.

"You've encountered a terrible disaster. Someone has combined forces with spiritual dirt to harm you."

I felt a tightening on my scalp and leaned in closer to her.

The fortune-teller continued to squint and pinch her hand.

"There's a secret method that many people don't know about. Fortunately, my great-grandmother has used it before, and your encounter with me can be considered a sign of good luck."

"This method is very malicious. I'm guessing you've heard of a supernatural game called - Bloody Mary, right? This method uses the frequency of the soul and causes it to be reflected through a mirror, pulling it out of the body. It's very similar to Bloody Mary, only its main purpose is to use the deceased's personal items, usually best carried out at four forty-four in the morning."

I felt the muscles in my cheeks trembling.

The fortune-teller smiled and said,

"This method even results in the person dying being attributed to an accident, and most of the people who are ensnared by the curse die of sudden cardiac arrest. During the spell's implementation, the person under the curse often feels frequent palpitations, discomfort, and night sweats."

My brain was buzzing, and I hurriedly asked, "How long does it take for this curse to take effect?"

The fortune-teller smiled mysteriously, "Forty-nine days."

Forty-nine days? I had only about half a month left to escape!

I broke out in a cold sweat and my lips were trembling.

"Is there a way to break the curse?"

The fortune-teller enigmatically uttered, "The only way is to sever the source."