Shan Hai stood up and Dai Luan ran in to him. Before she could recover, she was talking intermittently, as if it was related to the Songyun family. He said nothing and took the paper carefully. The letter paper was simmered by the high-temperature firewood ash in the stove, and turned into several pieces, still slightly warm, almost like human skin. However, it becomes very brittle, and confetti can fall off if you are not careful.
Under the dim light of the candlestick, he carefully placed them on the table and moved them gently with his fingers, trying to restore their original order. Shanhai could have used some magic to completely restore it to the way it was before it was burned, but he just needed tools and he didn't bother to prepare.
"It's...a letter from home, sent by the Songyun family..." Shanhai had difficulty identifying the broken words.
"Letter from home? Miss Songyun hasn't been dead for a long time. Why are there still letters exchanged? Is it written to the Bai Gu family?" After hearing this, Mu Wan couldn't help but think about it. The door was still open, letting in a cool breeze, making it look so cold in the summer night.
"No...it seems like it was written for...my daughter."
The daughter is naturally Miss Songyun. But hadn't she already... Why should the letter to the dead be sent to the home where she once lived?
Unless, they thought she was still alive.
"Deceived."
As if in conjunction with Shan Hai's words, the door was suddenly slammed shut by the wind, making a loud clanging sound. The three of them couldn't help but tremble at this. Immediately afterwards, the candlestick on the table went out in the windless room, as if someone had blown it away. Facing the sudden darkness, they all panicked, but Shanhai quickly used magic to light up the lamp.
Ordinary people can perceive the existence of spiritual power through practice and enlightenment, and use it to some extent. But if you are not born with abundant spiritual power and are extremely talented, using it in this way will consume your lifespan. Shan Hai is a very talented person, so this little magic won't hinder him.
The light returned to the room again, even brighter than before. The door was closed tightly and it took three people to work together to open it. Opening the door, they found that the yard seemed darker than ever. The lights that were usually lit at night were also turned off. It seemed that the entire yard was on fire.
It's Zishi, Dragon Boat Festival, the most yang day of the year - that's how it should be.
The night watchman panicked and ran around in the dark in the yard. He seemed to have heard someone fall. Soon, jingling noises came from other houses, and people were woken up one after another. It stands to reason that everyone should be sleeping at this time, why is there such a big movement? It seems that in addition to the lack of light, there are other strange phenomena happening.
In this struggling night, chaos became the theme of the courtyard.
Shan Hai held up the lamp and the three of them ran towards the old lady's main room. With the faint light, Dai Luan noticed that the entire courtyard had changed. All the pillars sprouted long branches, and they showed their teeth and claws like monsters. They seemed to be stationary, but as she ran, they seemed to be shaking. It felt like something lurking in this area had finally taken action. The whitewashed shell peeled off layer by layer, gradually revealing its original terrifying appearance in the darkness.
At this time, she tripped over a branch extending from a lower place and fell hard to the ground. The other two people stopped and Mu Wan helped her up, letting Shan Hai go first. He hesitated for a moment, nodded, and continued running forward while protecting the lamp. He could have jumped away quickly using Qinggong, but the flame was too fragile and it would be difficult to maintain it.
Shan Hai turned around and saw that someone had relit the torches and lamps and was walking towards them. Then he felt relieved about the two people and quickened his pace.
The door to the main room was unlocked, so he pushed it open with some effort. There was no one in the room. The old lady must have gone out, so the door was open. But where can she go? Shanhai thought for a moment and immediately realized that he should be at the young master's house. So he turned around and ran to the other side. I almost bumped into the maid on the way, and almost tripped a few times.
Compared to the entire spacious courtyard, this weak flame was insignificant, and huge darkness enveloped everything. And in this night, he vaguely felt that there was something darker and indescribable, wandering in the yard, looking for something. That force is very powerful, perhaps it is the so-called "fierce ghost" themselves.
Finally finding the place, he saw the cook at the door, but she couldn't open the door. He handed the candlestick to her and tried to push it, but it felt like there was just something blocking the door. So he took two steps back, stepped forward and kicked the door open a crack. Sure enough, there was a small cabinet lying inside.
When he and the cook opened the door, they heard bursts of shouting and trembling curses inside, as if they were extremely afraid of something coming to the door. It wasn't until they saw clearly who it was that they relaxed a little, but they still huddled together nervously. The scene of the three of them huddled beside the bed was really funny.
"I advise you to speak clearly now. How do you explain the letter sent from the Songyun family? Who replied in the name of Miss Songyun? If you are still unwilling to tell the truth, we can only protect our lives."
For the first time, Lin Shanhai's expression was so dignified, serious, and cold. Dai Luan must have never seen this face before.
As soon as they heard that he was leaving, those people panicked again. They were trembling and looking at each other. Just when no one knew what to say, the cook was the first to shout:
"Taoist Priest! The old woman asked me to kill him. It has nothing to do with me! You must save me, save me!"
She threw herself to the ground, holding on to Shan Hai's trousers. The lampstand hit the ground, and the remaining lamp oil was scattered, making shallow marks and igniting a small flame, illuminating the entire room. The firelight came down from top to bottom, hitting the cook's face coldly. She was more like a ghost, clinging to the living people in the world and refusing to let go.
"Are you talking about Miss Songyun?" Shan Hai asked sharply.
"No, it's not!" The young master suddenly crawled over, "This is really not the case!"
"Really? How many lives have been lost to your Baigu family?"
"snort……"
What came from behind was Mu Wan's sneer. She and Dai Luan had already arrived here, followed by many servants holding torches. She had been listening here for a while and got a rough idea. She went on to say:
"You are talking about the head wife who left early... No wonder you love this daughter-in-law so much. In my opinion, you just see her as the same as you and you like her!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Baigu's wife screamed, but couldn't find the words to refute.
But in fact, Lin Shanhai's mind was also very messed up.
How many lives are there here? Who is this evil ghost? Who does she want to harm and why? How should he cope? Is it pure malice? Is it caused by being forced by the living before death? Who is more important, the innocent soul who died in vain or the human life in front of you? And what is the truth?
Don't dare to think, don't want to think.
A gust of strange wind blew and extinguished everyone's torches. Suddenly, the courtyard fell into darkness again, and people's emboldened noises continued one after another. Under the weak moonlight, it seemed as if they were the ghosts in the night.
It was this kind of wind that followed the open door and caused a fire on the ground to explode. It moved up and down throughout the room as if it had been given life, igniting everything that could burn. The room seemed like daylight, which made Mu Wan a little stunned for a moment, as if he had seen this scene not long ago.
where is it?
"Let's go, Shanhai!" Dai Luan shouted loudly. The wind seemed to have deliberately closed the door, but it was blocked by the horizontal cabinet and could not be closed. Mu Wan and Dai Luan were outside the door, waving to the mountains and seas.
"Let's go, Master Lin, how long are you going to spend on these liars?"
Mu Wan finally came to her senses. She stepped on the cabinet and tried to drag Shan Hai over. But he took a step back, looking a little hesitant. This move surprised her. She took another step forward, with both feet on the cabinet, and pulled up Lin Shanhai's clothes condescendingly, but he remained unmoved.
"Are you crazy? If you think the lives of evil people are important, I won't care about you!"
"...Let's go." Eight blank spells flashed between Shan Hai's fingers, "If they don't want to tell me, I'll go and ask the ghost myself!"
"If you want to die, I won't stop you!"
As if angry, Mu Wan let go and took a step back. The fire in the room became more intense and dazzling, which caused the extremely unpleasant scene to constantly circulate in Mu Wan's mind.
"Then take good care of Aluan."
His voice was not loud, but his enunciation was clear. Mu Wan was stunned for a moment, then realized that someone was about to rush over, so he stopped him. It turned out to be Dai Luan. She didn't talk nonsense and grabbed Dai Luan's arms to take her away. At this time, she took off the mahogany sword from her waist and threw it towards the sea of fire. Shan Hai still held the talisman between his fingertips and caught the sword.
At this time, the cabinet lost its strength and ejected toward the outside of the door. The two girls dodged it, and it rolled down the steps and into the panicking crowd. The crowd became more noisy and fled in all directions.
Mu Wan dragged Dai Luan all the way, using an umbrella to cut off all the branches blocking the road. Dai Luan turned around and saw a huge cloud of black smoke desperately hitting the closed door. The fierce ghost must have confirmed the location, and the room has been blocked by mountains and seas.
- Use spells.
He shook the blank charms up and down and fit them neatly along the crack of the door. Immediately afterwards, mysterious words appeared on the spell - it was written directly by Shan Hai using his mind. Likewise, it is an action that will shorten your life span.
While running, Mu Wan was thinking in his mind. There were mugwort and calamus hanging on the door. Although dirty things could not get in, those who came in could not get out. She also turned around and looked at the house surrounded by flames, her eyes always stinging.
A dazzling, annoying, annoying fire.
