The wind inside the hospital has calmed down, and threads of coolness sneak in through the cracks.
"Show Shen Brother... Open the door..."
The young and innocent voice makes my heart tremble slightly, but then I calm down instantly!
The white fog becomes thicker, completely enveloping the headless woman.
A fierce wind blows, causing the door to shake and rattle!
The mist disperses with the wind, and the headless woman disappears.
My breathing then became rapid, my heartbeat drumming like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time.
That very night after the burial of Lao Qin Head, the headless woman followed me, and I was about to walk out of the village.
The last time I tried to recruit Tang Qianqian, I didn't succeed, and she came here. This time, she suddenly appeared again.
They always say, 'If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear from a ghost knocking at the door,' but I never bothered her at all.
Is it because of my blessed fate as a disease demon that this headless woman knows me? She couldn't do anything to the living Lao Qin Head, but she appeared after he passed away?
In an instant, my heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Because ghosts come in different types and levels; if a person commits five thousand evils, they become a ghost in the Five Prisons after death, and for six thousand evils, they are confined to the Twenty-Eight Prisons.
Common ghosts in the human world include gray, white, yellow, black, blood, and blue.
Gray is a ghost for rebirth, white is a ghost for misfortune, yellow is a ghost of injustice, black is an evil ghost, blood is a ghost of blood hatred and ferocity, and the green ghosts belong to the cause.
Under normal circumstances, the limit that a person who crosses over can deal with is the evil ghost.
If I had known earlier that the headless ghost in the villa was not my mother, I would never have dared to provoke her.
I don't know why, but at that time, when I was clearly dying, I suddenly felt the ground energy and put it into the paper doll.
And every time the headless woman appears, she wears a bright red vest, and she is also a blood-revenge ghost. I'm not a match for her!
It's not possible to use the malevolent blood to drive her away every time.
Also, her appearances seem to follow some pattern, aside from the first time when it was after Lao Qin Head's burial, the last two times were right after I used more gongs?
"Little... Master? Are you alright?" Tang Quan's trembling voice broke through my thoughts.
I turned to look at the western room, where Tang Quan was leaning on a cane at the door, watching me nervously.
"I said, Uncle Tang, it's alright." I heaved a sigh of relief.
Tang Quan carefully stepped out of the western room, his gaze cautiously sweeping over the unconscious woman and the night pot.
The moonlight fills the room, stretching the shadow of the night pot thinly. Lao Gong's dry and hard head looks around left and right, with eyes that are suspicious and sinister.
I walked up to the woman and kicked out the night pot.
The night pot rolled twice, then wobbled upright.
Instantly, Lao Gong staring at me straight in the eyes, his eyeballs didn't move.
"I said, Uncle Tang, there's something under the peach tree root. Go and dig it out and take a look." I added.
"Yes," Uncle Tang replied heavily, hobbling towards the peach tree root. He picked up the shovel the woman had dropped earlier, squatted down, and began to dig into the sturdy earth.
Lao Gong's eyeballs suddenly slanted, glancing at Uncle Tang.
Without hesitation, I pulled out the wailing club from my waist and swung it towards its head!
Lao Gong is too eerie; he's just a poor ghost, no more than a ghost of injustice in terms of level, yet he knows what I have on me.
"Don't hit! Don't hit!" Lao Gong screamed.
"Slap!" I struck it on the face with one stroke, leaving a deep scar!
Lao Gong cried out in pain.
With another swing, I struck it on the other half of its face.
Yellow and white smoke spurts up, and Lao Gong's head becomes blurred.
I was about to swing the third blow.
Lao Gong strained his neck and sharply shouted, "Don't hit! Don't hit! The slut has been caught!"
My hand suddenly stopped, and I asked Lao Gong, "Who has been caught?"
Lao Gong is the same as the poor ghost I have in mind, but in reality, it's much more cunning and deceptive.
Before the headless woman appeared, it had quickly called out for the door to be closed.
When danger comes, it again called for me to put on shoes.
The embroidered shoes are my bottom card; even Tang Quan doesn't know about them.
Now, it said that the slut had been caught. Who is this slut? What does she have to do with me?
My thoughts are like lightning.
Lao Gong stares at my pants pocket in a straight line, vigorously squeezing his nose and forcefully sniffing.
I frown, my left hand reaching into the pocket.
The cold and soft touch made my hand stiffen for a moment, and then I pulled out what was inside the pocket.
It was a yellow ginkgo petal with many wounds, close to wilting.
The scent was very faint, just a trace that seemed to be there and not there.
That night when Eugene was hit and killed by a car, I was sleeping on the floor, but when I woke up, I was on the bed, and the yellow ginkgo petal in my pocket was gone!
Yellow ginkgo is the body of Tang Qianqian. The dispersion of the body represents that ghosts have crossed the boundary and left the mortal realm.
As a result, the yellow ginkgo that was supposed to have dispersed reappeared in my pocket... which means that Tang Qianqian has not left?
The yellow ginkgo, which is close to wilting, represents that Tang Qianqian's soul has suffered torment during her final moments!
"Who captured her!" My voice instantly became hoarse.
My hand trembled slightly, and I dared not press on the yellow ginkgo too hard, my eyes fixated on Lao Gong.
"No... I don't know..." Lao Gong's head became increasingly blurred, and it seemed like it was splitting apart, falling into the night pot completely.
The wailing club is specially used to hit ghosts. Lao Gong held out for two strikes, and clearly could have withstood a third strike earlier. In ghosts of injustice, he also belongs to the category that can withstand hits.
The moonlight shone on the night pot, but it seemed to have patchy rust.
Tang Quan, holding his cane, quickly walked over to me and looked at the yellow ginkgo in my hand with a worried expression.
"Master... Who was caught? Is it Qianqian?"
Although I have never told him about the vessel, from Uncle Tang's expression, it is clear that he knows Tang Qianqian likes yellow ginkgo flowers the most.
Taking several deep breaths, I managed to stay calm and told Uncle Tang not to worry, Qianqian indeed had a problem. She hadn't crossed the boundary of the City God Temple as expected. I would find her as soon as possible.
Tang Quan had a pale face, worriedly saying, "Could it be Yu Feng... retaliating against us and causing harm to Qianqian's soul? With wealth like Fenghan Xuan, he can hire people from the lower realm to do whatever he wants."
I remained silent for a moment.
Even if Yu Feng could hire the nine-tatami-level individuals from the City God's temple, they couldn't interfere with the spirits crossing over from the City God.
It should be that there was some accident at the City God Temple, and Qianqian's crossing over was coincidentally interrupted. That's why she fell into someone else's hands.
"I'll go to Fenghan Xuan," I said.
Indeed, it is most likely that Yu Feng is seeking revenge.
After all, I made Fenghan Xuan a ghost. Yue Jin was possessed by a ghost before his death, even though the person who hit him with a car was arranged by the Xu family. However, Yu Feng couldn't have found out about it, so he can only blame it on me and Tang Quan.
"Master, I'll go with you!" Uncle Tang said immediately.
"Uncle Tang, you can't help me. Just let me go," I shook my head directly.
My gaze fell back on the night pot, quickly pulling out a roll of vermilion rope and wrapping it around the night pot one circle after another.
Holding the night pot, I walked to the threshold of the hall and felt for the piece of tiles the woman had removed earlier. Below was a small, half-meter-deep square pit, where I threw in the night pot and covered it with the tile again.
Turning back, Uncle Tang was still standing there, looking particularly distressed, like a pot of boiling water on its head.
"Uncle Tang, you shouldn't feel useless because you think you can't help. I felt the same way when I was your age. In fact, it was reality that told me that ordinary people in these situations are indeed powerless."
Ghosts are people who have died once and won't die again. I will bring Qianqian back as soon as possible.
"Do as I instruct you, and there will be no accidents."
"Throw this woman out. She's in cahoots with the ghost and isn't a good person. Lao Gong has been sealed by me, so he might come out again later, but whatever he says, you can't believe it! Ordinary people can't bear to hear ghost stories."
"I want you to keep burning incense for Qianqian without stopping," I quickly finished this instruction, and Uncle Tang jolted. He hurriedly leaned on his cane and went into the hall, first lighting an incense stick at the spiritual point for Qianqian, then quickly moving the woman on the ground.
I walked straight out of the yard and hurriedly walked towards the township village entrance.
During this period, I took out my mobile phone and dialed a number.
