Let me discover it deliberately in order to shock me away?
And, I am about to die?
She spoke those words in a surprising way.
Taking into account all the information she has revealed, she does not know me, nor does she know the Lu family.
But she's already investigating me!
Even if I kill her right now, it won't stop, and it might even provoke retaliation.
The heart sank down, and an unusual sense of agitation arose.
I thought I had learned a lot of skills, and the only ones I had to worry about were my uncle's family.
But why is Qin Yang's water so deep?
The old Geng didn't mention it.
"What background do you come from?" I tried to maintain composure, and I asked again with a serious tone.
"Come with me, and you'll know soon enough."
"You have violated the rules, and someone is looking for you now. If they find you, you will really be in trouble."
"Moreover, if you plan to target the evil spirits in this villa, you might not even have to wait for them to arrive; you could die first."
As the woman spoke, she moved her slender legs lightly and approached me.
"So, you mean that someone from Yuheng Pavilion has come to kill me because of the things in Fenghan Xuan? That's what people from Yupeng are doing?" I quickly caught the key information.
"Feng Hanxuan? He doesn't deserve it either. But those people are quite repulsive. They're self-important and have established many rules. One of them is that overworlders must not harm ordinary people. Little brother, you have a lot of curiosity, and I can explain things to you slowly..."
The scent of the perfume was irritating, making my nose itchy. She was less than five steps away from me.
I raised my hand, with the razor edge facing her face.
"I have business to attend to. Since you've been following me for two days, you must know where I live. Go there and wait for me." My tone was resolute.
The woman's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, she paused, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Are you afraid that the crippled man will cause trouble, so you're using me as a means of convenience?"
My pupils slightly constricted.
I hadn't expected her to see through my intentions so quickly.
Of course, using me is just one of the reasons.
Qin Yang's situation is too complicated.
My intuition tells me that unless I understand it thoroughly, I might not be able to stand my ground.
Investigating through this woman might not be the best method, but it is currently the most optimal solution at hand.
"He won't be in trouble, those people won't harm ordinary people. But I can clearly tell you that if you mess with the ghosts in this villa, something bad will definitely happen."
The woman's words were more laced with advice.
I didn't respond, and my hand shook.
There were two light thuds, and two drops of fresh blood landed on the paper figure's face.
The blood stains instantly spread, forming a pair of bright red eyes!
Even on a clear day, the villa became gloomy and foreboding.
The paper figure fluttered in the wind without any external force, emitting a rustling sound and shaking uncontrollably.
"You!" The woman's brow furrowed.
It's clear that she looked angry, as well as regretful.
I remained silent, locking eyes with her.
She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and the regret in her eyes was more pronounced.
"Good words cannot persuade the evil ghosts. Sister can only help you prepare for the funeral, little brother."
After speaking, she retreated quickly, disappearing in a blink from the iron gate of the villa.
Everything around became quiet.
The woman wouldn't have gone too far.
Turning around, I looked at the spirit tablet, slowly closing my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the tangled thoughts had all been suppressed.
As time went by, the sun's orientation also changed, and the sunlight poured in through the villa's gate at an angle. Part of it shone on the spirit tablet, and for a moment, the tablet had a bare look to it.
The paper figure seemed even colder in the sunlight, and the blood-smeared eyes had completely blurred. The face of the paper figure, about the size of a palm, exuded a sense of refinement. However, except for its coldness, it had no spirit; it was still just an empty paper effigy.
After waiting for a long time, the light from the slanting sun began to turn reddish.
When the night swallowed the last glimmer of daylight, and in that instant when darkness enveloped!
The living room on the first floor of the villa suddenly became pitch-black, with not a single star or light visible.
There was a faint "tap-tap" sound, like someone walking on their toes, or like liquid falling from a high place.
Finally, my vision began to slightly adapt to the darkness.
The paper figure in front of me, with its palm-sized face, had turned a deep green, and its body was trembling violently.
There were sounds of wailing and screams, faint but present.
The sound was originally distant, but suddenly it became extremely close and loud!
It was so loud it was like someone had shot a gun directly into my head.
My consciousness buzzed uncontrollably, and in my auditory perception, all that remained was this heart-wrenching cry!
So fierce!
After ten years with old Geng, I've encountered fierce ghosts and spirits, but none of them were as terrifying as this!
She was still crying but had not approached me yet!
I turned around abruptly.
Even though I had been prepared, the sight that greeted me was still enough to make my scalp crawl.
A two or three ten-centimeter rope loop was hanging on the door of the living room.
The rope loop was tied around someone's neck.
She had no skin on her body, just blood-stained flesh, a bald head, a short and flat nose, no ears, no lips, and a mouth that was just a hole.
Struggling, twisting, and crying out from her mouth, it seemed as if she was convulsing in the throes of death.
Some ghosts wander around after death, becoming solitary spirits.
Some may be lingering in certain places due to their strong desire.
Like Tang Qianqian, she wandered into my home to wait for me.
But some ghosts, because of extreme physical or psychological torture at the time of death, may carry intense resentment. This can cause them to stay in the place of death, unable to leave.
Just like my mother in front of me!
Suddenly, the cries stopped.
A strong wind swept into the living room, and the rope loop swayed with the wind, but my mother's skinless body had vanished!
In an instant, the temperature around me dropped to the freezing point.
My breathing was heavy, my eyes were burning, not out of fear, but out of discomfort.
There was a sudden movement on my side.
In a glance, I saw the paper figure twist its neck and look at me diagonally.
The red blood eyes exuded a sense of resentment and hatred!
Suddenly, I moved.
A hand, with its five fingers pressed on the heart.
The other hand, with its five fingers instantly pressed on the paper figure's chest!
Ghosts were once human, and the ten fingers are connected to the heart, as are mothers and sons.
The best way to ease the resentment of the deceased is to let their loved ones experience the same feelings, and then awaken the rationality of the deceased from within the resentment!
But all I feel is coldness, stiffness, and stickiness.
It feels like my hand is just pressing on the blood-stained flesh of an innards-less corpse, without producing any sense of empathy!
My head buzzed, and there was only one explanation for this!
This ghost has nothing to do with me!
In that instant, my scalp stood up straight.
My understanding of the past few years was instantly overturned.
Following that, a cold, eerie chill seeped into my body from all four limbs and bones.
I wanted to pull my hand back in an instant, but it felt like my hand was glued to the sticky trap, and I couldn't pull it off!
"I'm so painful... so cold."
"This is so thin, it's not skin..."
A split emerged in the paper skin, revealing sparse teeth below.
The lamentable and quivering voice seemed to be suffering from endless pain and torment.
A paper figure does not have a mouth; if one were to open, it would be filled with overwhelming resentment.
"Give me your skin, please?" The voice was trembling, but it was a question.
In the next second, the paper figure raised its right arm and pressed it towards my head!
My right hand was stuck and I was about to lift my left arm to block it.
That intangible and insubstantial resentment, which seemed to wrap me tightly, preventing me from moving even an inch.
The paper figure's arm was quite thin, but when it pressed against my head, it exerted an immense force, causing me to crash to the ground and kneel heavily.
Then, the paper figure pushed its right arm back, and I felt a fiery pain on the top of my head.
The right hand that was originally pointing at the heart of the paper figure lost its stickiness and slipped vertically to my side.
My head was slightly raised by the push.
My body was still completely immobile.
Moreover, I could see a faint white mist emerging from my lips and continuously escaping in thin lines, entering the paper figure's split mouth.
