Tang Quan was startled.
However, I breathed a sigh of relief slightly.
The old saying "a ghost's talk is full of lies" serves as a warning to the world not to believe in the words of ghosts.
Lao Gong is indeed right about the two things; if I were to ask about the third based on that, I would definitely be deceived!
This ability is not possessed by ordinary ghosts. I previously doubted that the cinnabar rope could restrain him, so I reminded Tang Quan and Lao Guan not to believe in what they said. Now it seems that cinnabar can seal the mouth, and Lao Guan is weaker than I imagined, but stronger than normal yellow-page ghosts, still able to emerge from their host.
My thoughts settled, I told Tang Quan not to be afraid of Lao Gong. "It can at most stick its head out, find Qianqian back, and then I'll deal with it."
Tang Quan nodded repeatedly, feeling less nervous now.
In a moment, the wind in the yard grew stronger, and white mist and gray air poured out of the old well at the same time, swirling around the bowl and gradually penetrating into the paper doll.
I didn't give the paper doll any eyes.
Eye-dotting is a way to summon solitary ghosts, while the earthly ghosts are named ghosts with surnames, the city god's ashes and soil mixed with positive energy, containing intermediary negative energy. These small ghosts are the most favorite, as they can borrow their bodies and come out for a stroll.
Suddenly, a paper doll began to quiver slightly. The features gradually appeared on its face, and one by one, the eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose were all present.
As it opened its thin paper mouth, a wave of hollow, laughter echoed and drifted through the courtyard, the lively and moving eyes exuding a sense of cunning.
As more gray and white mist penetrated the paper person, the other paper persons also trembled, and their facial features successively appeared and took shape.
Soon, five paper dolls that were about an arm's length high became five different appearances.
The first one that appeared had an even stronger sense of cunning, crouching slightly with a bent back.
Another ghost's tongue was extremely long, constantly dripping saliva.
The other three ghosts were respectively represented as having disheveled hair, and having deep choking marks around the neck.
The one with a single foot stepped forward, his face pale, but his nose was bright red.
The skin turned black and green, and the limbs were slightly shorter, making him a head shorter than the other paper dolls.
The five ghosts twisted their heads and looked at each other, then at me, showing a sinister smile.
Only then did I see the rice bowl on the ground, which they were picking up with a sharp laugh and swallowing in large mouthfuls.
Blood mixed with raw rice, yet they ate it with great relish.
These five earthly ghosts are respectively strangulation ghosts, single-legged ghosts, long-tongued ghosts, short-legged ghosts, and tiger-raven spirits. In folklore, people are not familiar with so many terms and refer to them as the Five Little Ghosts.
Tang Quan was just recovering, but now he was frightened to the point of trembling and shivering.
In no time, all five bowls were empty.
After wiping their mouths, the five ghosts started to sprint towards the yard with their soles sliding as if they had been oiled.
"Uncle Tang, don't go anywhere else before I come back," I said in a low voice, then followed out of the courtyard.
It wasn't long after the sun had set. There were still pedestrians on the road in the urban village, and the Five Little Ghosts were scattered on the road, sometimes crawling under people's trousers.
The villagers, however, showed no reaction. I tried to glance at them from the corner of my eyes as much as possible, so that the villagers wouldn't find it strange.
The Five Little Ghosts quickly left the urban village and ran in the direction.
Earthly ghosts basically don't communicate with people. They are already helping me find places with intense negative energy and gatherings of souls.
Because I have fed ghosts with blood and written my request on a dead man's letter, they will complete my entrustment before dawn and then wander around the rest of the time.
Suddenly, a drop of cold water struck my head.
Is it raining?
Unexpectedly, my sixth sense told me that a following sensation was approaching from above my head!
My heart suddenly sank, was Si Ye following along as well?
My body was covered in goosebumps, Siye who could smell the earth's vitality made me feel very uneasy.
It was no coincidence that it followed me in the city god's temple…
A drop of water fell on my forehead again.
A dry and silent voice shouted, "Little thief, little thief!"
My heart skipped a beat, I suddenly looked up, what was above where Siye?
It was a black and wet magpie, twisted its neck, flapping its wings flying above my head.
If it were not for the dripping water and its shout, I couldn't have discovered it at all…
My hand quickly swept over my pocket, and a peach wood nail was suddenly thrown out!
The magpie screamed, "Little thief, little thief!"
It flew higher, the peach wood nail could not reach its position…
The five ghosts in front were running very fast, I couldn't spare the time to target the magpie, so I had to quicken my pace!
Sometimes, there would be the sound of "Little thief" in my ears, and after a while, it completely disappeared.
I scanned over the top of my head, realizing it hadn't followed, before gradually calming down.
Why had the magpie been following me for so long, was it because of some grudge?
It seems like… it hasn't gone to find Sun Da Hai?
Because if it had gone to find Sun Da Hai, it wouldn't have been following me. It should be Sun Zhuo bringing people to catch me!
I felt a slight hint of joy in my heart.
In this case, my initiative is not lost.
I must find an opportunity to catch the magpie. It's so easy to ruin things by appearing silently.
Coming back to my senses, I realized without realizing it that I had been led by the five ghosts into a particularly noisy old street night market. The houses on both sides were slightly dilapidated, with all kinds of small stalls lit with blinding lights, cooking food that exuded a strong smoke and fire smell and had a pungent aroma.
Soon, the five ghosts stopped in the middle of the street and stood side by side, staring straight at the five-story independent building in front of them.
The light box over the door of the first floor read "Sihe Hotel."
The Roman columns on both sides of the eaves, the rotating glass door, and the warm lighting.
The spirit with a cunning demeanor suddenly turned its head to glance at me, then reached out and pulled off the thin rope from around its neck. The rolled-up letter paper fell to the ground and burst into flames with a crackle.
In the next second, the Five Little Ghosts scattered away suddenly and disappeared.
The smell of burnt paper filled the air. The letter paper soon burned out, and the smoke was gray, swirling up into the air and blending with the gray fog lingering outside of the independent building.
From a distance, you couldn't see it, but up close, the entire hotel was enveloped in a gray aura of negativity!
The seemingly cozy lights were already tinted with a faint shade of green.
Standing in front of the hotel for a long time, I took out the yellow camellia.
The milky yellow petals seemed even more withered, with a faint sign of darkening.
Taking a deep breath, I abandoned the idea of contacting Hanying to come here.
I'm not very familiar with her abilities. On such an occasion, I can't wait for her either.
Hesitating for a few seconds, I pinched open the wound on my index finger and pressed it against the yellow camellia.
A slight prickling sensation was felt between my fingers, and I seemed to see a man pacing back and forth in front of me.
At times, he stared at me as if his eyes were restless.
The feeling of compression was everywhere, as if my body was being dismembered and melted.
"A white-hearted ghost, so stubborn? Can't even swallow it?" The voice had a bit of a quacky tone.
The man stopped and stared at me straight ahead.
The reflection of a thin, weak, and delicate girl could be seen in the malevolent eyes.
The pain from between my fingers became stronger, as if a heated iron needle had pierced into my flesh.
I let out a low groan.
Everything before my eyes was shattered, and what I saw was still the front door of the hotel and a security guard, who was suspiciously approaching me.
