In addition, under the threshold outside, the dog's ashes that I had placed turned black.
The plan to stop ghosts was broken.
Chuying's pretty face was slightly red, and her eyes were strange.
I pushed open the courtyard door suddenly.
The courtyard was covered with a light layer of gray fog.
On the table in the middle of the hall was a red and white chamber pot. Lao Gong's wrinkled head was spinning on top of it, his expression extremely excited.
My pupils tightened.
Because there is no cinnabar rope wrapped around the chamber pot!
I restrained Lao Gong with a cinnabar rope.
Let him become weaker every time he collapses, making it difficult to deceive others.
Before I left, I sent Old Gong away again! How could his cinnabar rope be untied?
Lao Gong himself definitely doesn't have that ability, Tang Quan has to do it!
"Do you still have a ghost in your house?" Chuying seemed to have discovered that Old Gong was just an innocent ghost. He didn't look scared. Instead, he teased: "But this is a dirty ghost."
I closed the courtyard door smoothly without answering Chuying, and my face gradually darkened.
Only then did Tsubaki realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere. There was a trace of confusion and alertness on her pretty face.
"Uncle Tang!?" I shouted in a deep voice.
No response came.
Lao Gong stopped turning his head and stared at me with wide eyes.
His face looked extremely shocked, as if he didn't expect me to come back alive.
Lao Gong and I looked at each other.
Suddenly, I broke into a white-haired sweat.
The incident with Huangsi, coupled with entering the underworld, prevented me from immersing myself in reviewing the story for a while.
Now I think about it, Old Gong said before: "People kill people, ghosts kill people, you are going to be finished!"
Isn’t this consistent?
The people from Huangsi really want to attack me!
Although Manager Yang has spoken, don't be cruel.
But in the end, when Ma Hu rushed in front of me, he slashed his sword, which really killed me!
While I was thinking, Lao Gong's head swished into the chamber pot.
The chamber pot crashed to the ground and disappeared...
I took a sudden step and entered the main room.
He lifted up the floor tiles and found Lao Gong's chamber pot lying quietly inside, without his ghostly head emerging.
Without hesitation, I pulled out the mourning stick from under my clothes and stirred it in a few times.
The wails and screams continued one after another.
I didn't pull out the wail stick, just stuck it in the chamber pot.
In this way, once Old Gong's soul condenses, it will collapse again.
Tsubaki Ying has been following me closely. Her pretty face is tight and she looks extremely cautious.
"Uncle Tang!"
I raised my head and shouted again, but still no one responded.
He walked straight to the west room and opened the door.
The room was empty, with no sign of Tang Quan.
A creepy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.
I turned around suddenly and walked towards my east room!
When I opened the door of the east room and saw the empty wall, my heart sank completely.
The dead man's clothes are missing...
I had obviously made so many arrangements and given Tang Quan numerous warnings, so why did something happen?
"...is that suit?"
Tsubaki Ying looked at the suit bag on the ground and sounded uneasy.
My eyelids couldn't help but beat wildly.
"I have a suggestion... You may not be able to stay at home any longer. We have to leave quickly." She added unnaturally.
I was silent for a moment, and then answered hoarsely: "I have only been out for two days. Even if the problem occurred the night I started fighting with Huang Si, there was not much time. This is just a shelter, so the problem should not be big."
"You..." Chuying hesitated.
Those glasses can make people commit suicide. I wonder what effect the suit will have.
However, as long as he finds Tang Quan as soon as possible and takes off his clothes in time, it should be fine.
I walked back to the main room.
Originally, I wanted to call Tang Qianqian out and ask her what happened at home.
I hadn't noticed it before, but now I realized that there was no scent of yellow orchid in the main room.
Tang Qianqian is no longer here.
"Wait for me here, I have to go out and take a look." I said to Chuying again.
The worry on Tsubaki Ying's face was intense.
"Don't worry, if you find Uncle Tang and take off your suit, nothing will happen. He won't commit suicide so quickly."
I added one more sentence to stabilize Tsubaki Ying's mentality.
"You want to find the cripple..."
Tsubaki Ying seemed to have made up her mind: "I can find it."
Her words shocked me.
She knew that Tang Quan was lame, which didn't surprise me.
Because when she and I met for the first time, she could tell that I wanted to scheme against her to protect Tang Quan.
What I don't understand is, how could he find Tang Quan?
The next second, Chuying suddenly took out something from his pocket.
It was an exquisite bamboo rat.
Then, Chu Ying pressed her finger on a sharp point of the bamboo braid, and with a little force, she pierced her finger.
Dark red blood was smeared on the mouse's back.
Let go and the mouse clatters to the ground.
It seemed to have come to life, scurrying around the courtyard quickly.
The moon came out, and the mouse changed from a yellowed bamboo to a pitch-black one, with its slender tail swaying constantly and a pair of black eyes looking around.
To be honest, this scene made my pupils constrict even more.
Chuying's pretty face softened a little and she said softly.
"This is not Jiu-liu Jutsu, this is called Ogi-shu."
"It will find the cripple soon. If you can't take off the dead man's clothes, we have no choice but to leave." Chuying's tone was cautious again.
I nodded, with some guesses rising in my mind, but I didn't say them out loud.
A few seconds later, the dark rat suddenly stopped, dug a hole, and got in.
Chuying took steps towards the courtyard gate.
The moon in the sky is like a huge eyeball, filled with wisps of gray mist, as if the eyeball is full of veins, scanning everyone below with dead silence.
When I opened the courtyard door, the village road was also filled with gray fog.
Although they didn't know the details about the poor and sick people who passed through the village in the city, no one dared to stand on such a weird night road for too long.
Tsubaki Ying walked slowly deeper into the village.
The sound of soft footsteps echoed on the empty village road.
The air around me is getting colder and colder, and the gray air is faint, giving me a superimposed feeling of a sinister prison in an unfinished building...
This makes my heart tremble.
However, the resentment in urban villages is not as profound as the sudden death of so many workers in unfinished buildings.
Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be a second hell here...
The further you go deeper into the village in the city, the houses become more and more sparse and dilapidated.
Tsubaki Ying's shadow was stretched extremely thin, the moonlight reflected her face, and the fine white hair on her face was particularly scary.
After more than ten minutes, Tsubaki Ying stopped.
In front of you is a two-story building with an iron gate. There are a lot of barbed wire on the courtyard wall and the door.
The first few bamboo poles in the courtyard are filled with Chinese medicines hanging to dry.
The sound of coughing kept coming from the small building.
The woman's voice was very soft, cautious and a little bit angry.
Only because I have excellent hearing can I hear.
"I told you not to move, why do you keep moving? Can't you just bear it for a while?"
