I did not speak out, still with his eyes slightly closed to look at him.
My thoughts, however, were reviewing a question.
There were no carvanes at the village entrance, and the village head, which was a safe area, still did not see any traces of vehicles.
Further into the village, there are rice field paths, and cars can hardly come in.
However, I can be sure that Zhao Kang has taken the carvane deep into the village.
And let's not talk about the ghosts in the deeper village being even more fierce. A vengeful ghost is stronger than a hundred vengeful ghosts, and there is a retribution ghost in the safe area.
"Zhao Kang" now belongs to a sinister soul with plague ghost characteristics, killing people and eating ghosts, and definitely deserves the description of 'doing much evil', so he definitely dare not stay in the safe area.
In fact, there's a stretch of road after coming out of the fog, as well as a barren area. It's possible that the carvane with Mu Ying was driven to another location, and then entered the deep part of Qi's village from that direction.
The abandoned fields with tall weeds are very deep, and they also affect visibility. It's understandable that I haven't seen the car.
If I do not rely on Lao Gong, I can only turn back to look for, but the probability of finding is low. After all, there is not much contact between me and Zhao Kang.
And Lao Gong's ghostly nature is one of cunning and deceit. Wanting him to tell the truth is not easy...
Another time, I may be killed by him...
The more I think about it, the more volatile my expression becomes.
Lao Gong did not speak, he became more fearful and looked at me uneasily. However, there was more cunning in the depths of his unease.
"I'm not afraid that you'll seal me because you think you'll be able to get out sooner or later, right?" I suddenly said.
"What did you say?" Lao Gong replied in a dry voice, his eyes evasive.
I pulled out another thing.
It was a delicate finger, with a very smooth breakage, and the finger was very beautiful, with a jade-like texture.
The embroidery shoes came from the headless woman. The ferocity of the headless woman is capable of directly removing the head of a blood-avenging ghost, and that was just one of Lao Qin's methods.
This finger I've never used before, my intuition tells me that it won't be inferior to the headless woman.
The owner of this finger is probably also a ghost, so what kind of ghost is it?
Among my thoughts, I gently tapped the top of Lao Gong's head with that finger.
Lao Gong's eyes, with their pupils centered and dilated, became cross-eyed like a cockfighting eye, and he was terrified of that finger.
"If you dare to lie to me again, I won't let other ghosts eat you. You're full of lies, a female ghost was deceived and slept on the same bed with you, but I will let my own ghosts eat you, leaving not a single particle of residue."
"You will watch yourself disappear, just like watching your half-body dissipate, but this time, it's your head that disappears, leaving no trace behind." I said with a heavy sigh.
Lao Gong's eyeballs were almost popped out, and he was staring at me in extreme horror.
I'm not sure if he's afraid of my threat.
Maybe it was the scene of his half-body dissipating that I described that shocked him.
Putting away that finger, I still half-lowered my eyes and looked at Lao Gong's face.
"I... need something," Lao Gong spoke cautiously.
"Thing?" I slightly furrowed my brow.
"You're looking for that woman's things." Lao Gong spoke even more cautiously.
"You need something to find her?" I blinked slightly, as if I had just understood Lao Gong's secret.
Although Huang Shu said that he explained it was because Lao Gong saw our qi energy, but in fact, I have always believed that it's not that simple. Because Lao Gong knows too much.
I didn't expect that Lao Gong also needed "mediators"?
But he really did ask me, and there are no items belonging to Mu Ying on me.
Besides a silk pouch.
And that silk pouch is crucial, something to be used immediately after dealing with Sun Dahai.
Besides that, I have to find Mu Ying's car. There are many things on it.
After a brief moment of reflection, I gave up that idea.
The silk pouch can be requested from Mu Ying later. Now, causing a distraction could potentially lead to my death.
Therefore, I pulled out the silk pouch.
Lao Gong's eyes widened, muttering, "Throw it in, throw it in."
He slightly tilted his head, revealing the opening of the night pot.
I threw the silk pouch inside.
Lao Gong's head shot back in, I heard a shrill screeching sound, as if a mouse was crying in pain. Then came the sound of munching, as if chewing…
Then, Lao Gong's head popped out. His eyes were staring blankly, and he licked his lips, saying, "The young miss is summoning ghosts. Head southwest, towards the earth element."
"Summoning ghosts, what does it mean?" I shivered slightly in my heart and paused for a moment to ask, "The southwest represents earth, what does that mean?"
Lao Gong's head tilted slightly, and he stammered, "Summoning ghosts... it's just summoning ghosts. The young miss is charming and lovely, I don't know anything else..."
"I don't know..." Lao Gong's lips quivered slightly, and then, as if in extreme pain, he let out a groan. He shrank into the night pot immediately, and there was no movement.
I peered into the night pot, and Lao Gong's head was almost shriveled, tightly pressed against the bottom of the pot.
His eyes were wide open, but they were streaming with blood.
Ghosts' sweat usually comes from negative energy, but blood tears come from the ghosts themselves. Dripping blood tears can also cause great harm to the ghosts.
How could Lao Gong suddenly become like this?
Is it because of the question I asked?
Suddenly, I remembered the ghost that Lao Gong saw before he died.
The blood-splattered Tang clothing reminded me of what Old Qinhead usually wore, which was also a set of Tang clothing.
He dissipated in front of Lao Gong, scared him into a run, and then he died...
A poor ghost, yellow pages ghost, he shouldn't be so bizarre. Perhaps because when Lao Gong died, he absorbed part of his soul?
Therefore, Lao Gong had this bizarre ability?
The words he spoke, which he himself didn't know why, must be due to an instinctive ability inherent in his body?
After deep thought, it seems to have touched upon some kind of change, causing him great pain.
These are all speculations, and I'm not sure if that's the case.
Putting aside my thoughts, I reattach the night pot to my waist.
In this situation, leaving Lao Gong here might result in only a pot left when I return.
Leaving the courtyard, the southwest was the direction I had come from before.
After a few steps, I saw the previous courtyard again, and the old woman with the white heart ghost was still mending shoe soles.
I only noticed that there were already made shoes next to her.
Although she was a ghost, the shoes she had made were actually for living people.
As I passed by her, she tremblingly stood up and said, "Stranger child, are you leaving?"
"Help me a bit, and I'll help you too, okay?"
My body suddenly stiffened, and she said I was going out?
Could it be that she has realized I am human, not a ghost?
But ghost stories can't be trusted.
She was already full of mystery, so her words were even more untrustworthy.
Ignoring the old woman, I walked straight towards the southwest direction.
The heart-wrenching sobs entered my ears.
The sorrowful emotions touched my heart, and it made me feel a bit sour in my heart, and I felt profound sympathy.
Besides that, a mixture of emotions rose up...
It made me want to pause and turn back!
