Additionally, the dog bone ashes I had arranged under the threshold outside had become blackened.
The layout to trap ghosts has been broken.
The delicate face of Huayin blushed slightly, and her eyes showed a strange expression.
I abruptly pushed open the courtyard gate.
However, a layer of faint gray mist lay inside.
On the table in the middle of the hall, there was a night pot with red and white stripes. The wrinkled head of old Gong was on top, rotating around. His face was extremely excited.
My pupils constricted suddenly.
Because there were no red sand strings on the night pot!
I use red sand rope to suppress old Gong.
It makes him weaker each time he dissipates, making it difficult for him to deceive others.
Before leaving, I also dispersed old Gong again! How could his red sand rope be untied?
It's definitely not something that old Gong can do himself. It must be Tang Quan who did it!
"You still keep ghosts at home?" Huayin seemed to have realized that old Gong was just a ghost, and showed no sign of fear. Instead, she teased, "But, this is a lewd ghost, you know."
I casually closed the courtyard gate and did not respond to Huayin. My face gradually turned dark.
Huayin only then realized that the atmosphere was not right, her charming face carrying a trace of doubt and alertness.
"Uncle Tang!?" I called out in a low voice.
There was no response.
Old Gong stopped turning, and his eyes bulged as he stared at me.
His ghostly face looked extremely shocked, as if he hadn't expected me to return alive.
I looked at old Gong for a moment.
Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat.
The affairs of the Hell's Capital and the entrance to the Underworld Realm made me unable to focus and review the situation for a while.
Now, upon reflection, I remember what old Gong said earlier: "Men kill men, ghosts kill men, and you're done for!"
Then it fits perfectly?
The people of the Hell's Capital are really going to attack me!
Although Mr. Yang Guan had instructed not to use excessive force,
But when Ma Ku rushed in front of me, he actually intended to take my life with his sword!
At this moment, old Gong's head shot into the night pot.
The night pot clanged to the ground and then vanished without a trace...
I suddenly took a step forward and entered the hall.
I lifted the tiles one by one, revealing that old Gong's night pot lay quietly inside, but his ghost head did not emerge.
Without hesitation, I pulled out the mourning stick hidden beneath my clothes and stirred it fiercely inside several times.
The continuous sounds of wailing and screaming followed.
I did not pull out the mourning stick. Instead, I left it stuck in the night pot.
This way, every time old Gong's soul condenses, it will dissipate again.
Huayin has been following me closely. Her charming face is tense, showing great caution.
"Uncle Tang!"
I shouted again, but still there was no response.
I walked directly towards the western room and pushed open the door with a force.
The room was empty, with no sign of Tang Quan.
A sense of dread rose from the depths of my soul.
I suddenly turned around and walked towards my eastern room!
When I opened the door of the eastern room and saw the empty walls, my heart sank to the bottom of a valley.
The ghostly robe was gone...
I had made so many arrangements and repeatedly reminded Tang Quan, but how could something still go wrong?
"……Was it that suit?"
Huayin's gaze was fixed on the suit bag on the ground, and her tone seemed uneasy.
My eyelids jumped uncontrollably.
"I have a suggestion... You might not be safe in this house anymore. We need to leave as soon as possible," she said extremely awkwardly.
I remained silent for a moment before answering in a hoarse voice, "I've only been out for two days. Even if there were some issues that night when I clashed with the Hell's Capital, the time isn't long. This is just a temporary place, and it shouldn't be a big problem."
"You..." Huayin hesitated before speaking.
The glasses can cause people to commit suicide; I don't know what effect the suit might have.
However, as long as we can find Tang Quan quickly and remove it in time, it should be no problem.
I took another step back into the hall.
Originally, I had intended to call Tang Qianqian out to ask her what had happened at home.
Before, I didn't pay attention, but now I realize that there is no fragrance of Huang Juzualan in the hall.
Tang Qianqian is not here either.
"You wait here, I need to go out and take a look," I said to Huayin again.
The worry on Huayin's face is very thick.
"Don't worry, once we find Uncle Tang, take off the suit and everything will be fine. He won't commit suicide that quickly."
I added that extra sentence to reassure Huayin's state of mind.
"You want to find that crippled person..."
Huayin seemed to have made up her mind: "I can find him."
Her words took me by surprise.
I wasn't surprised to know that Tang Quan was a crippled person.
Because she noticed from our first encounter that I wanted to calculate her protection for Tang Quan.
What puzzles me is how she could find Tang Quan.
In the next second, Huayin suddenly pulled something out of her pocket.
It was a exquisite bamboo mouse.
Then, Huayin pressed her finger against a sharp part of the bamboo mouse, applying slight pressure, and pierced her finger.
Bright red blood was smeared on the back of the bamboo mouse.
Letting go, the mouse fell with a plop.
It seemed to come to life, darting quickly around the courtyard.
The moon appeared, and the bamboo mouse transformed from an earthy yellow to a pitch-black one, with its long tail constantly swishing. Its black eyes kept darting around.
To be honest, this scene made my pupils constrict.
Huayin's face slightly relaxed, and she said softly.
"This is not a nine-stream technique. This is called Di Shu."
"It will find that cripple soon. If you can't remove the ghostly robe from him, we'll have to leave." Huayin's tone became cautious again.
I nodded, but some guesses arose in my heart, which I did not mention.
A few seconds later, the black and glossy Di Shu suddenly stopped, dug a hole, and dove in.
Huayin took a step towards the courtyard gate.
The moon in the sky looked like a giant eye. Gray mist filled the air, as if there were blood vessels on the eye, and the dead and cold gaze of the eye looked down on everyone below.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, the village road was also shrouded in gray mist.
After the incident with the Poor Ghost and the Sick Ghost in the city village, although no one knew the details, nobody dared to stay on such a strange road for too long.
Huayin walked leisurely towards the deeper parts of the village.
The faint footsteps echoed through the empty village road.
The surrounding air grew increasingly cold, and the gray mist was vague, giving me a sense of overlap with a half-built building's grim prison...
This made my heart skip a beat.
However, the resentment in the city village was not as thick as that of the half-built building where so many workers died abruptly.
Otherwise, this place might have formed a second grim prison...
The deeper we go into the city village, the fewer and more dilapidated the houses become.
Huayin's shadow was stretched out extremely long, and the moonlight reflected on her face, making her fine white fuzz look especially eerie.
After more than ten minutes, Huayin stopped walking.
What lies before me is a two-story small building, its door is made of iron grating, the courtyard walls, and even the top of the door, are all covered with a large amount of iron wire mesh.
Several bamboo poles in the courtyard were hung with dried Chinese herbal medicines.
Continuous hacking coughs kept coming from the small building.
The woman's voice was very faint, both careful and angry.
Even with my superior hearing ability, I could barely hear it.
"Don't move, why do you keep moving? Can't you bear it for a while?"
