This "observation" lasted about half a minute, and the footsteps gradually receded.
I slowly stand up, making no sound, glancing out the window.
Her back was that of a woman, her waist rounded like a bucket. She tiptoed, crouching low, and approached the window of the western room again, her head nearly touching the glass as she watched Tang Quan.
I furrowed my brow slightly, but without startling them.
The woman's man is the sick ghost. The woman came to persuade us to leave, which is a bit strange, but there is no big problem.
I originally didn't want to meddle, as long as the beggar leaves the house, then with charms pasted on the eaves of the courtyard, the sick ghost wouldn't be able to come in.
I have time to slowly sort it out and see if there is something attracting the ghosts in the courtyard.
But what is the woman coming into the courtyard trying to do?
The woman observed Tang Quan for about half a minute before turning around.
Her round face was particularly tense, with deeper freckles. She tiptoed in a nervous manner towards the hall.
I slightly adjust the angle and can see the situation in the hall.
A faint green hue enveloped the house, with an extremely strong aura of yin.
The paper man stands quietly, the blood-red eyes are slightly more active, but the body doesn't move.
This is the resentment that circulates around the paper man, and the ghost has not yet climbed up.
It is quite alert.
When the woman saw the paper man, she slapped her chest forcefully, as if scared.
Several seconds later, she barely calmed down and whispered: "Everyone is sleeping, old Gong, are you there?"
Suddenly, the paper man twisted its neck, and the paper head silently transformed into an elderly face with wrinkles, looking at the woman intently.
The woman shuddered, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, and her legs were trembling.
After a long while, she mustered enough courage to ask, "Where's the money?"
"It's not today, the time hasn't come," the elderly head said dryly.
Their conversation was actually very quiet, I have practiced too long in the cemetery, my hearing is better than that of others.
Because if I can't hear any movements inside the coffin in advance, I am easily susceptible to being killed when the coffin is opened. If I can't hear anyone coming from afar at night, I might also be beaten to death by the family of the tomb owner. So, this feeble mosquito whine of a conversation is still clear to me.
"There are two people in the courtyard, my man is not reassured. Please move away." The woman didn't pause and said more cautiously, "Shouldn't take anything that isn't yours, can you be assured?"
The old man's eyes blinked even more fiercely, and the aura of yin in the hall was heavier, and the light was greener.
He opened his mouth, speaking in a dry voice, "The gold is at the root of the old peach tree, hidden under the threshold."
The woman was overjoyed, cautiously entered the hall and knelt down to search for something on the ground.
Soon, she uncovered a tile, and to her surprise, she uncovered a red and white porcelain pot.
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
Indeed, this is the thing that the old Gong is living in.
The woman carefully laid the tiles back in place, holding the urinal, walking cautiously and hurriedly towards the peach tree.
The paper man swayingly followed the woman out of the hall.
There are faint black threads visible on the urinal, carrying a touch of bloodlight and connected to the paper man.
I realized why I had left the paper man to possess Old Gong's body, but it didn't leave by itself.
This night pot is the weapon used to kill it, which is why there is bloodlight!
The black threads also represent the thing that serves as its anchor for possessing someone's body.
The ordinary possession object, ghosts can control, such as Tang Qianqian to wherever, can take along the camellia.
A weapon, the ghost cannot carry!
But why would there be a pit in the hall, with the murder weapon buried in it?
Did Tang Quan's parents kill Old Gong?
During this time, the woman reached the base of the old peach tree.
She seemed to have been prepared, taking out a spade that is about the same size as her head, quickly digging the ground.
But my heart became increasingly heavy.
If Tang Quan's parents killed Old Gong, they would certainly not let Old Gong go.
Even if he left, he would still have to come back and cause trouble for Tang Quan!
Thoughts flashed through my mind, and I immediately got out of bed.
I took a step to the door and suddenly pulled it open!
The creaking sound was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet courtyard.
The woman was digging energetically when she was startled by a shiver and turned around, seeing me, her round face with eyes as big as soybeans widened to their maximum.
Old Gong on the paper man's head tumbled down with a roll, and his head actually stuck to the woman's shoulder!
I looked at the woman in horror, just scaring her, and she felt guilty like a thief!
The moment the head of Old Gong stuck to her, it sent her soul flying out of this world!
"Ahh!" A piercing and frightening scream cut off, and the woman's eyes rolled back, and she fell backward.
She didn't even fall over before she stood up weirdly and ran towards the gate, legs flailing.
Old Gong's wrinkled face, with his eyes darting around, appeared even more panicked.
I had already been holding a copper bell in one hand and a bigger drum in the other!
I drove my forearm hard, hitting the drum face with the bell, and the sound of the drum rang out.
A cold, commanding voice was mixed in with the sound of the drum: "Four o'clock has struck, the wild chicken is fed!"
"Peng!" The woman stood straight and fell to the ground, and Old Gong's head rolled off her shoulder, rolling towards the gate.
It rolled two meters before coming to a sudden halt, and it remained motionless.
It looked around in panic with its eyes rolling wildly, and its head rolled back to the woman's feet, bizarrely sticking to the red and white porcelain urinal.
It's not that the urinal was tightly pressed by the woman, even if there was no urinal, it couldn't escape.
The wind grew extremely strong! The paper man rustled and swayed vigorously!
I hung the drum and bell around my waist, took a thin stick wrapped in white silk out of the bed at the back, walked out of the eastern room, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the woman.
The shawl lifting staff rose suddenly, striking down on the top of Old Gong's head!
"Stop! Stop!" Old Gong shouted sharply, "The ghost is coming to find you! Block the door, quick, block the door!"
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
This beggar's head is talking nonsense!
But the next second, a coldness swept in from all directions.
The gate was already open, and the wind gushed in from outside to inside, making the door panels screech.
I looked out of curiosity and saw a white mist rising from the village road, growing thicker by the minute. A woman dressed very casually, with light steps, was walking towards the courtyard gate.
Her skin was white and oily, her long legs were proportional, her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand, and her chest was incredibly full.
The bright red undershirt covered the most crucial part, and the temptation was enough to make anyone breathe heavily.
But her bare neck was even more striking.
Here comes another one!
I quickly hooked the shawl lifting staff to my waist and pulled out the drum and bell, giving them a hard strike!
"It's four o'clock, the wild chicken is fed!"
The ear-piercing sound of the drum only made the headless woman pause for a moment, but she continued to walk towards the courtyard door.
The drum surface generated fine copper rust quickly, corroding even more.
I broke out in a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead; the four o'clock drum was not only ineffective, but the backlash was even greater than last time!
Old Gong's dry and withered eyes began to leak turbid liquid.
Two pieces of dry bark-like lips uttered mournful cries.
People meet an evil ghost and lose their soul, ghosts meet an evil ghost and cry.
This ghostly crying sound mixed with the wind, which became even more piercing!
I was agitated and thinking of how to solve the problem when Old Gong suddenly shrieked: "Put on shoes! Put on shoes! Hurry up and put on shoes!"
Instantly, I narrowed my eyes.
Put on shoes?
Does Old Gong know I have embroidered shoes on my feet?
This is truly a wretched ghost; he's incredibly eerie!
Embroidered shoes were a lifeline given to me by Lao Qin Head, how could I wear them randomly?
Seeing the headless woman was about to come in, I rushed to the gate of the courtyard, grabbing both arms, and forcefully closed the gate.
Biting the tip of my tongue, a spurt of blood mist was expelled!
Specks of blood dropped on the door, and the grain patterns revealed blood and scorching heat.
After spitting out the Yangsha blood, I suddenly felt dizzy.
Through the gap in the courtyard door, I could barely see the headless woman standing at the door, motionless.
She clearly doesn't have eyes, but I felt that she was still watching me.
