Walking through the clearing, I relied on my intuition and vague memory to walk towards the place where the fog was thickest.
Next to the place where the fog is thickest, there is a thatched house, which is where Mrs. He usually lives.
I pressed my hand on the wail stick at my waist, walked past the thatched house without hesitation, and stepped directly into the mist!
Ice cold! Through the skin, flesh, and bones, the coldness deep in the bone marrow kept eating away at my body.
The surroundings were blurry, and the waning moon above the head was like a blurry eye, peeking at everything that was happening at the moment.
The mist is like countless hands, climbing and covering my body, wandering around and groping around me.
Now the fog is no longer simply white, but is vaguely green, a bit black, and vaguely mixed with a shocking scarlet.
I stood still, with a solemn look on my face, and my hand holding the mourning stick tightened a little tighter.
After pausing for a moment, my eyes finally adapted to the environment here, and I could already vaguely see the backyard and house not far away.
Just looking at the cold old house in the backyard made my hair stand on end.
In a daze, I seemed to see someone standing at the door of the old house.
My heart skipped a beat, there was someone here, who was he?
Could it be that Master Chai, Lu Qiaoer, and Aunt Qu ran out?
I suddenly pulled my legs forward, my vision became clearer, and my speed increased.
After a while, I walked through the fog and arrived at the door of the backyard!
We are so close now. Where is there anyone at the door?
Above the dark courtyard door, there is a vague triangle-shaped blood stain. There are three painful faces in the blood stain, struggling convulsively and twisted!
I took a deep breath, suppressed the rapid beating of my heart, and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.
Just as I was about to raise my hand to push the door open, I suddenly withdrew my hand, pulled out the mourning stick from my waist, then pressed the tip of the copper stick against the door, and pushed it in...
There was a soft chissing sound, and a fine white mist sprang up where the mourning stick touched.
The door was very heavy, as if there were countless hands resisting it. With all my strength, I managed to push open a crack in the door.
I calmed down, held my breath, and slipped into the door sideways.
The moment I entered the door, I was completely shocked.
The fog outside was so thick that I couldn't see my fingers. When I left last time, I remembered that there was a lot of fog in the backyard, but at this time, there was no trace of fog in the backyard!
The whole yard looked decadent and gloomy, as if everything was cast a dark gray.
The original whetstone is still placed on the stone table in the pavilion on the right.
Next to the flower bed on the left, there are still traces of the previous pressing by the copper unicorn.
The doors of the wing rooms on the left and right sides were closed, but the door of the main room was open.
There is a wooden table in the middle of the hall, with a thick candle lit on the wooden table!
The candle was yellow-white, and the flame burned very steadily, and a lot of light shone through, giving the yard a little more light.
I composed myself and suppressed my rapid breathing.
I thought that the murderous house was a direct horror, but I didn't expect that now it just smelled of gloom and decadence.
Just like the dead silence before a storm, the seemingly safe place in a dangerous place is actually the most dangerous!
I didn't go forward directly, but scanned the ground in the courtyard first.
At first glance, I didn't find the package containing the three books of Zhai Jing, Bone Appearance, and Nine Art of Yin Sheng.
I regretted it a little now. I should have asked more carefully.
When Mrs. He said it before, I subconsciously concluded that she threw the book into the yard.
But I don’t see it now, so there are only two possibilities. One is that the "thing" in the yard picked up the book, and the other is that Mrs. He came in and put it somewhere...
But soon, I denied the latter. If she did that, she would definitely tell me. Now it seems to be the former.
Then we can only deal with the evil spirit in the house first, and then find the book!
As I walked toward the main room, I kept glancing at the side rooms on both sides with my peripheral vision. I was recalling which room Aunt Qu was in at that time.
I still remember clearly that she had a dagger stuck in her chest at that time. It was clear that she committed suicide and turned the evil spirit into herself. I just don’t know if she swallowed the breath or whether it was a normal blood evil or a living corpse blood evil.
Normal blood evil can only attack ghosts, but living corpse blood evil can move and be even more fierce!
At that time, Master Chai was just a white evil spirit, so there was nothing to fear, but Lu Qiaoer was a corpse dressed in white and blood, and the evil spirit was even more fierce.
But at least there's no one else in the backyard, so there's no medium for them to get in trouble!
After clearing my thoughts, I quickly walked into the main room.
Originally, Master Chai's coffin should be here, but now except for this table, there is nothing big.
I looked at the candle intently. The material... reminded me of corpse oil?
At this moment, slight footsteps came from behind.
This sound made my heart tremble slightly, and I turned around suddenly.
There was a woman standing abruptly at the door of the hall. Her eyes were dull, her face was blank, and she was holding a tray in her hand.
"Mr. Yin Yang, who fights ghosts, would like to treat you to tea."
