The room grew quiet and heavy.
I did not say too absolute, but just gave Han Qiu turnaround and space for thinking.
Han Qiu had previously said that his master and fellow disciples would all believe he had died.
This means that no one will come to save him.
Waiting for a long time, he will still have only one result.
In my view, it's highly likely that Old Gong will enter the Deep Village, which also just suits my expectations.
For Han Qiu, providing him with guidance, we might be able to leave. He will then make the necessary choice himself, rather than me forcing him to do so, causing counterproductive effects.
After a while, Han Qiu replied: "Tang brother, it may have already run out, may also run into the deep village?"
A slight stir in my heart, indeed, Han Qiu has taken the bait.
"There is a possibility, but you've been trapped for so long. I'm weaker than you, so I'm afraid it's the same and can't leave. Only when someone else comes in can we possibly get out. It's better to take a chance." I said in a deep voice: "Find the ghost that cheated me. We'll immediately go back the way we came. He is just a yellow-paged ghost, though it's strange, that's all. The places he has been through must have no danger."
I spoke those words with the utmost seriousness and conviction.
Han Qiu's demeanor was hesitant and indecisive, which therefore represents that he has already wavered.
I did not speak again, but let Han Qiu's emotions ferment.
After about five or six minutes, Han Qiu's eyes became slightly colder, and he said in a hoarse voice, "In that case, please proceed, Brother Tang."
I nodded cautiously, then reached for my waist to take out the urinal. The wound on my index finger had just scabbed over, and a slight force could squeeze out a drop of blood.
I applied my index finger to the urinal without hesitation.
A cold sensation surged over me in waves, accompanied by a slight pricking pain like being pricked by needles.
However, this is far better than my ability to sense the clothes of the deceased.
La Hanqiu on the side, the eyes conveying a hint of surprise.
I maintained a calm expression and composed demeanor.
At such a critical moment, I can't deceive Han Qiu with my sensing ability.
For the companions, the ability of sensing, they would be envious, even jealous.
To the officials overseeing the exorcists, they would be indifferent as long as I have no connection with them. Unless Han Qiu knows that the regulators are looking for me, planning to arrest me, they would have reason to fear me.
Of course, if I don't remove the corpse makeup on my face, he might not even know that I am Luo Xian Sheng.
The cold sensation spread from my fingers, gradually permeating my entire body.
Suddenly, the coldness in the right eye was stronger.
The shiver that caused my body to tremble slightly was that the Han Qiu in my eyes had become a blood-soaked appearance!
I shivered.
Han Qiu is a human or a ghost!?
But in the next second, I realized it was not that simple……
What I saw before me was not Han Qiu; the blood-soaked Taoist robe had become a black Tang suit.
The blood was still spreading, and it seemed that the person's chest had been torn open.
He stood there in a daze for a while, and his body suddenly split into four parts, becoming a gray mist……
A piercing, terrifying scream of horror seemed to come from my mouth!
No……It's not from my mouth, but Lao Gong!
My eyes suddenly moved upwards, and I glanced through the corners of my eyes at the "body" at that moment, wearing tattered clothes.
Instantly, I understood that this perception was different from the previous ones.
Whether it's sensing Tang Qianqian, or the owner of the suit, the old man in black.
What I have sensed is the situation they were in at that time.
But sensing Lao Gong brought back a scene from his life before death!
He actually saw a ghost standing in front of him, collapsing?
The dizziness was still continuing, which was caused by Lao Gong's panic and wanting to rush out.
Suddenly, there was another sense of weightlessness, and Lao Gong lost his balance, leaning towards the ground and falling over!
The red and white urinal in my eyes was magnified!
A dull thud, and Lao Gong's head was exactly inserted into it.
Everything in my vision fell into darkness.
After waiting for my vision to clear up again, what I saw in front of me was a decaying corpse on the ground, with its head in the urinal.
The body had decayed and shrunk, clearly smaller than the urinal by a circle.
I then realized that my perspective at this moment was from Lao Gong's soul.
In the next second, a large group of people crowded into Lao Gong's house.
Some people covered their noses, some kicked the urinal with one foot, brutally tearing off Lao Gong's head, separating his body from his head.
They divided all the things in the house, even the urinal, which was divided between an elderly couple.
As they left, a tugging sensation was felt.
The perspective changed to the urinal, and my vision struggled to turn back, seeing a slightly virtual body that was disjointed……
The scene in front of me was completely disjointed.
The scene that appeared next was a room that wasn't particularly wide, and my vision was shaking up and down, as if I was nodding my head.
My peripheral vision could see the part of the paper-cut body, as well as a woman kneeling in front of him……
The woman's appearance was extremely ordinary, with a mole, and her eyes were pitch black, obviously a vengeful ghost!
She gently touched the paper-cut leg.
I heard a joyful tune, it was Lao Gong humming a song.
The tune abruptly stopped, and a dry voice was heard.
"Take care of your master well, it's just a few starving ghosts who want to eat you. You can still eat them!"
Unlike the old man in black, Lao Gong didn't sense my perception at all!
I deliberately closed my eyes.
After the interruption in vision, the perception also came to a stop.
After opening my eyes, what I saw was Han Qiu. His Taoist robe was not covered in blood, looking extremely clean and pure white.
But his gaze at me was particularly cautious. "Brother Tang's position in the temple is not simple," he said. "I have only heard Master mention that among those who pass through the dead, there are some who have special abilities to sense and communicate with spirits. Is that how you found that yellow page ghost?"
"Where is he?"
My heart trembled slightly, it seemed that Han Qiu knew something about the perception as well?
In that case, I couldn't mix up the concepts anymore.
However, it's better to give up bringing Han Qiu along and not to conflict with him.
Therefore, I told Han Qiu the environment Lao Gong was in.
The finger did not leave the urinal, and the depth perception of vision was interrupted, with a faint coldness still pulling.
Han Qiu listened to my words, and for a while, he was hesitant.
"La Daozhong, I have not much time." I exhaled heavily and said: "If you are unwilling to leave, I will first..."
"Let's go, Brother Tang. If it's just you, the chances of survival are slim. With me, there is still a possibility of leaving." Han Qiu cut me off.
He looked out the window with caution, as if he was avoiding something, and then pushed open the door.
We left the house.
Following that coldness in the distance, I went straight deeper into the village road!
Han Qiu walked next to me all the way.
With a Daoist, it would be fine. The ghosts in the safe area did not come close to me, otherwise these ghost things would be quite troublesome.
But for some reason, I still felt that there was something slightly off...
I quickly found the reason for the problem.
When passing by some houses, I still saw some ghosts peeking at us. They were crouching and peering through their own windows, laughing at me!
Yes, I'm sure they were not looking at Han Qiu; they were only looking at me!
That smile was too eerie, and it was filled with malice and joy at our misfortune!
