Dull creaking sound, heavy wooden door was pushed open.
Two master chairs are arranged against the wall, and in the middle is a carved case table.
In the center of the hall there is no table, but on both sides there are two upright wooden cabinets. At the bottom, they are sealed, and on top there are octagonal grates that hold a variety of beautifully crafted decorations.
The dust is too thick, it must be decades since anyone has cared for this place.
The dust hit me full in the face, causing me to cough uncontrollably.
I heaved a slight sigh of relief; there are no ghosts here.
It seems that the precautions at the front door are to keep the ghosts inside the house. Has it already left?
Take another look at Lao Gong. His head is still tilted, and he doesn't know what he's thinking about.
Maintaining the action of his right hand being ready to pull out the feather quill, I walked into the hall.
Lao Gong's head suddenly leaped up, and with a bang, it landed on a master chair.
His wrinkled face was naturally bewildered.
But now it bore a look of satisfaction.
In just half a second, a dull thud, and Lao Gong's head actually exploded!
Gray mist continued to linger, this time, Lao Gong's soul condensed quickly, just a dozen or so seconds, the skull appeared again on the master chair.
Only, there was no smile on his face anymore, and his eyes were filled with fear and cunning, a complete transformation into the demeanor of an ordinary person from the streets.
Suddenly, the skin at his forehead tightened, as if there was a needle inside that was constantly poking out. The forehead was pulled into a distorted shape!
The expression of pain emanated from Lao Gong's face, and he gave a loud wail and a scream.
My face changed slightly, and I took two quick steps forward, sweeping up a lot of dust with me.
When I got close to Lao Gong, I noticed that he seemed to be missing a bit of vitality.
I cannot accurately describe that vitality, it should be vibrant.
Lao Gong originally had a vitality that did not belong to a Yellow Page ghost. Now, he has become an ordinary Yellow Page ghost, losing all traces of his uniqueness!
His forehead's deformation became even more severe, and the thing at the bottom was about to burst open his soul body and escape!
My eyelids were wildly jumping, and my temples were spasming convulsively.
It's the thread of the master's soul that Lao Gong had integrated!
He's about to come out!
I stared fixedly at the deformed part of Lao Gong's forehead, without hesitation, I pinched my middle finger and struck hard at that spot!
The palpable aura of blood on my middle finger is slightly weaker than the tip of my tongue.
However, for dealing with a soul thread, it should be sufficient!
I only heard a muffled groan, and Lao Gong's forehead flattened instantly, as if whatever was inside had disintegrated once more.
Lao Gong's originally ordinary demeanor suddenly had a few more degrees of vitality and cunning, his eyes were deep-set.
"Aaa..." Lao Gong groaned in pain.
I quickly pulled my middle finger back.
In the first place, the point I made was aimed at that soul thread, and I didn't hurt Lao Gong himself that much.
Lao Gong's eyes rolled again, as if he was puzzled about why he was on the master chair.
The next second, his head leaped, and he landed back above the night pot.
He moved his head to the left and right, and after a quick glance around, he retracted his head back in.
I still glanced at Lao Gong and frowned slightly again.
Because there was actually a woman's head crammed into the night pot.
She seemed to be bound by the malevolent aura of the night pot, unable to move at all, and Lao Gong was pressing her head down with his mouth, biting and chewing randomly.
The woman's head was suffering immensely, yet she could not resist…
I looked up and stopped looking at her, gave a quick sweep of the hall, and then sat down in another master chair to take a short rest.
My calf muscles relaxed slightly, and they trembled lightly.
The string of Buddha tokens tied to my waist was placed on the tea table.
I also unbuttoned the clothing on my right arm.
The wound kept bleeding and scabbing over, and part of the cloth was even embedded in the flesh. When I tore it open, the wound was also torn a bit, causing me to sweat profusely in pain.
I applied another layer of wound medicine, then tore off another piece of clothing to rewrap the wound.
At last, I felt somewhat better.
With a slight squint of my eyes, I then thought about finding Zhao Kang, but about this Qimiao Village.
This village is too strange.
The Class B infernal prison would spread endlessly, but it was sealed off by a formidable master with the help of retribution ghosts.
And at the heart of the village, there is a tomb at the foot of the mountain. Starving ghosts dare not dig it, and old women who specialize in eating corpses' brains have not plowed the grave.
And there is also such an old mansion on the mountain that can repel ghosts!
The most crucial thing is Lao Gong.
When he entered the village, he said things that he shouldn't have known, led me into a ghost trap, and escaped.
And then, he also spoke of things that only a yin-yang master would know.
Although Huāyíng judged wrong, she thought the yin-yang master who had lost a thread of soul to Lao Gong was Old Qin Head.
But the core point is correct. Lao Gong indeed has a thread of a yin-yang master's residual soul on him.
At this moment, he led me into the house.
Inside the house, that remaining thread of the residual soul was about to come out!
All the events seemed unrelated at first glance, but sometimes, guessing could connect these events!
The owner of this grand mansion was a yin-yang master!
He sealed off Qimiao Village with retribution ghosts!
He indeed died, and for some reason, his soul dispersed in the city village, allowing Lao Gong to suck in a thread of it...
How did he die?
Who is buried at the foot of the mountain?
Can I obtain the object that controls the retribution ghosts through Lao Gong?
I made these conclusions in an instant, and my heart was beating even more rapidly.
Another wave of malice surged through my heart.
Yin-yang masters are among the nine levels of superior scholars who practice divination.
His village would become a Class B infernal prison!?
What has happened in this village?
Starving ghosts are definitely not the most malevolent spirits in the village!
Was the yin-yang master who sealed the village alive or dead before that?
Chicken skin bumps covered my whole body.
If he died after sealing the village, it should be that he was injured during the sealing period, even causing his consciousness to disintegrate.
If he died before sealing the village, then it would be that his soul escaped and unleashed retribution ghosts.
Regardless of which speculation, there must be a terrifying existence in the Qimiao Village that I never imagined.
This place... really shouldn't be lingered in for too long!
I stood up suddenly, sweat ran down the temples again.
I have no way to avoid the starving ghost... However, the starving ghost should have an event to find food.
I tried to recall the time node when Huāyíng and I left Qimiao Village, and I took out my phone. It's now three o'clock in the morning.
When we first went to Qimiao Village with Huāyíng, it was just before dawn?
When Zhang Guǐ and I entered the village, it was also bright outside. After we split up from the old woman, I went into the deep village and did not encounter starving ghosts... It was only after waiting for a long time that the starving ghost appeared!
I quickly made a judgment about a time node.
The inactivity time of starving ghosts should start from the time of the tiger at 3:00 AM to the time of the pig at 9:00 PM.
Fortunately, the time of the tiger is called Ping Dan, which is the time when day and night interchange.
After the time of the pig, which marks the end of the night, it is the zi hour that follows, when yin energy is most active.
During the time of alternating day and night, when yin energy is surging, starving ghosts appear!
Now, the starving ghosts are most likely to be in hiding!
I have 20 hours to investigate the entire Qimiao Village.
However, the premise is that I cannot provoke any terrifying things that would kill the yin-yang master who sealed the village and turn it into a Class B infernal prison.
