Coffin board centered, surrounded by crooked, broken cask bodies.
Behind the dense willow grove, the black river was faintly visible...
Where is this?
My heart is icy cold, and I suppress the turmoil within me.
Because, this is not any place in Qi Jia Village.
Is that the end of the side path if you continue to walk forward?
The revenge ghost sensed Han Qiu's question, and the people who came in afterward were all led here?
Where is Sun Zhuo?
I carefully scan everything around me.
I didn't spot a single shadow.
Either Sun Zhuo has already left the spot quickly.
Or, we all entered at different locations, just like the Shengjingshenan Mental Health Center where Wei Yuming is located.
The revenge ghost definitely has that ability.
It can be seen from the fact that I entered the village gate with ghosts blocking the way before, and now the location is completely different.
Just for the moment, I'm not sure which direction to go.
Lao Gong's head has popped out again, constantly licking the dry, cracked lips, not knowing what he's thinking.
I hesitated for a moment and headed east.
A few minutes later, I exited the area of the willow grove, and to my sight, there was indeed a major road.
The road seems to have been cut off by the willow grove.
Fine gravel, and concrete blocks by the roadside.
Continuing forward, there's a large shadowy building visible.
That's definitely not a normal village.
Unconsciously, I looked back again.
Using a forest to block the road? That's quite rare and not something that happened overnight.
Planting trees, and they become a forest, at least it takes three to five years.
What is on the other end of this major road?
The front is definitely not the area of Qi Jia Village, so the other end must be the route we came from. If we go that way, can we reach a normal Qi Jia Village?
I'm not sure if my hypothesis is correct...
In front of me, I must choose a direction to walk...
Turning back might be a chance, I might meet Han Qiu.
However, if... as I previously suspected, Han Qiu is wounded, things will become serious.
Moreover, I'm not sure whether Han Qiu has found Han Qiu.
For a moment, there's an internal battle between heaven and earth within me.
It took me at least two minutes to make a decision, and then I walked towards the shadowy building.
My speed wasn't too fast, and it took me about ten minutes to reach the front of the building.
In front of me, there was a wall, made of red bricks laid neatly, and there was a lot of lime sprinkled at the corners, with no weeds growing.
In the center, there was a large iron gate, closed and not in the form of a fence.
The iron gate was slightly ajar, indicating that someone had pushed it open.
There was a worn-out horizontal board above, inscribed with "Jin City's Yangqu District Mortuary," and below the large characters were a few small ones that read "Attached Number One to Qi Jia Village."
My pupil constricted slightly.
Crematorium?
Over the years, I've learned various mystical arts and dealt with the most bodies. But according to Old Qin's head, what I heard the most about was the crematorium.
The crematorium for normal people is where the bodies are burned.
But those who haven't been there don't know how eerie it is inside.
Apart from the area of the incinerators, there are also cold storage facilities for storing bodies and areas for distributing the ashes.
Finally, there is the area where people take away the ashes.
But the ashes... cannot be taken away in its entirety, usually relatives can only pick up the larger bones and some of the ashes.
The rest is scattered into the mountains by the crematorium, covered with soil, and trees are planted.
That's why most crematoria are not located in the city, either in the outskirts of the campus, or some even in the nearby villages.
Under normal circumstances, the negative energy of a crematorium far exceeds that of some disordered graveyards.
In the depths of Qi Jia Village, there is actually such a place, which is quite unexpected.
Neither the Wangshi, the Guardian Dao, nor even the City God Temple has ever mentioned it.
"To die..."
"There are ghosts..." Lao Gong shivered and said in a dry voice.
I heaved a sigh and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
A dangerous place, Lao Gong said it would kill.
It's perfectly normal to have ghosts here; the revenge ghost is a big ghost!
My body slightly leaned, and without pushing the iron door, I squeezed into the gap.
In front of me, there were a lot of high-rise houses.
Ahead there were several doors, followed by high walls and dusty windows.
It seems to have been abandoned for a long time here.
Qi Jia Village has become a hell for so many years, and this crematorium was blocked off the road, it might have been due to the villagers back when Qi Jia Village was still normal.
"Hey." Suddenly, a voice echoed in my ear.
I shuddered and turned my head to look.
To the left, there was a small house, which was the security room.
An old man with a dirty appearance, his skin crinkled, his eyes murky, was sitting at the entrance of the security room.
I didn't even notice him when I came in.
Is this a person?
He looks like a person...
But how can there be someone here?
Even if I missed my chance to distinguish between humans and ghosts, I can still be certain that this ghost place is not possible to have a living person...
"The mortuary is not clean; no one has come here for decades, and three batches have come," the old man said with a grin, his voice solemn. "Come on, you might as well die later and go into the crematorium."
"These days, no one can find their way here to claim your ashes," the old man said with no emotion.
Three batches...
A chill ran through my heart.
It should be the male Taoist of Han Zhaoru's daughter, Sun Zhuo, and me.
Settle my mind and keep my thoughts calm.
I walked straight to the old man in front of him.
My hand, quietly extending out a talisman.
Without hesitation, I struck the old man's forehead right in the center!
There was a soft click, and the talisman stuck to the old man's forehead.
The old man's old and murky eyes stared right at me, maintaining the previous solemn smile.
The talisman showed no reaction.
Is it a human?
But this person lives in such a place, too incredible...
At this moment, the old man raised his hand and flicked at my arm.
His strength was just like a normal person's.
However, I still moved my hand away.
He peeled off the talisman stuck on his head and handed it back to me.
"There's nothing you're looking for here. You're not a Taoist, and this place is rather eerie. Your help won't be much use. Just leave now." The old man once again advised me to leave.
My heart sank even more.
The thing we're looking for?
Does he know that we're looking for a tool to control the revenge ghost?
Could this man be left behind by Wu Zhongkuan?
"Where is Qi Jia Village?" I asked in a low voice.
"Qi Jia Village..." The old man pondered, saying, "You're not from Qi Jia Village, right? Come from where you came, and go back the same way."
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
The old man's words were equivalent to not saying anything.
However, I didn't continue to fight.
Because the Han Zhaoru's daughter Taoist who came first, followed by Sun Zhuo, didn't do anything.
This old man definitely has some issues.
While looking at him, I glanced behind him.
In the old security room, there were swirling white fumes.
A faint smell of incense made my nose itchy.
Behind the white smoke, there was a candle, its flame flickering on and off, and at the end of it was a blurry photograph.
"Are you keeping a vigil?"
"Wu Zhongkuan asked you to keep a vigil?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
