Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 218 The Platform of Ghosts

A light mist filled the house, and under the beam of a flashlight, the three gruesome corpses hung in the stairwell leading to the third floor.

They had clearly been dead for a long time; their bodies had long since dried out.

Only their grotesque faces and tragic deaths silently recounted the torment they had suffered.

One monk, two wet nurses...

Ran Qing, who was taking Xiao Mianhua upstairs, froze in her tracks when she saw this scene, remembering the three mysterious and unorthodox methods that Xiao Sanyong's grandmother had mentioned.

His flashlight shone directly on the three corpses, and his expression became complicated.

As the female ghost was lured out, some things in this haunted house gradually came into view.

Not only are ancient architectural fragments eroding reality, but the corpses of three mystical cultivators have also appeared.

Little Cotton stared at the three corpses in terror, as if it had a lot to say. But even as a mere bystander during the game of hide-and-seek, it dared not utter a word.

The ghost has already been drawn out. If you speak carelessly at this time, you may be attacked by evil spirits.

Ran Qing took a deep breath and continued walking upstairs.

The three corpses hanging on the small staircase platform almost completely filled the space.

Ran Qing had to squeeze past the three corpses and smelled a strong, putrid stench.

The third floor was originally empty, but when Ran Qing came up this time, she found that there were some strange things in the main room on the third floor in the light mist.

On an altar with burning incense and candles lay simple offerings, while on another altar against the wall hung a large, dark character in ferocious, chaotic handwriting—"Ghost!"

This altar is not dedicated to gods or ancestors, but to ghosts.

Upon seeing this scene, Ran Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Little Cotton was so frightened that it stood up and frantically pried at Ran Qing with its two front paws, trying to warn Ran Qing to pay attention to the offering table.

A chilling, eerie coldness spread through the air.

Ran Qing stared intently at the Ghost Platform, the fear she had felt when she first encountered it in the elevator building, in room 7014.

There's a Ghost Platform in the elevator building, and here's an identical Ghost Platform too?
Even the character for "ghost" on the offering is written exactly the same way, clearly from the same hand!
Ran Qing suddenly took several steps back, scanning her surroundings warily.

Fortunately, this wasn't an elevator building, so no ferocious and terrifying ghost heads rushed out from the darkness.

But the appearance of this Ghost Platform has already conveyed an extremely clear message.

—The mysterious mastermind behind the Ghost Altar in Moonlit City is actually connected to the female ghost of Dragon Street!

Considering the previous murder of the female ghost's family in Changba and the fact that someone was raising ghosts there, the origin of this female ghost in Longchang Street is almost obvious.

She was likely a resident here in her previous life, but was murdered and turned into a ghost.

They even had a rough idea of ​​who killed the female ghost in the threshing ground.

Ran Qing stared intently at the Ghost Platform, not daring to approach rashly.

He circled the Ghost Platform, slowly searching through the three floors.

However, the third floor was empty, without tiles, and there were no treasures hidden under the tiles.

Ran Qing searched the entire third floor but found nothing.

The female ghost seems to have vanished into thin air.

But it was nowhere to be found on the first floor, nor on the second floor.

The other party could only be hiding on the third floor.

Ran Qing returned to the empty third-floor hall and looked at the offering table placed against the wall.

Under the slowly burning incense and candles, the tablecloth of the offering table hangs down, completely concealing the space beneath.

This altar is the only place we haven't looked for.

Approaching the altar of ghosts rashly might alert the person who set it up.

Although the other party shouldn't be on Longchang Street, but...

Ran Qing pondered for a few seconds, then slowly shook the bell.

A crisp, tinkling sound echoed in the darkness, followed by rustling footsteps from the stairwell behind Ran Qing. One after another, eerie paper figures, thin and draped in straw raincoats and painted in bright colors, approached Ran Qing.

These paper figures walked into the empty main room and surrounded the altar of ghosts from a distance.

A cold wind suddenly blew through the dull room.

The paper figures opened the transparent glass windows facing the road.

Next, all the doors on the third floor and the windows of the other rooms were opened.

The previously closed and stuffy third floor suddenly became well-ventilated.

A cold wind swept through the room, causing the tablecloth hanging on the altar to tremble slightly.

Ran Qing stared at the gap under the tablecloth and smiled coldly: "Found you."

Ran Qing's voice rang out amidst the gusts of cold wind, becoming somewhat hoarse and eerie, like a death knell.

The once quiet and lifeless room suddenly became sinister and eerie.

A pale figure suddenly emerged from under the offering table, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace as it lunged at Ran Qing.

In the game of hide-and-seek, once you are seen by the "ghost," you are "dead" and eliminated.

The female ghost could no longer hide.

At this moment, its rotting face was filled with a resentful expression. The female ghost, with nowhere to hide, pounced on Ran Qing.

Ke Ranqing calmly watched all of this, the bell in her hand shaking wildly.

Jingle Bell--

The rapid ringing of bells continued incessantly, and the four paper figures in straw raincoats rushed out simultaneously.

The faces painted with ink and brush are actually grinning.

In the air, four sinister laughs could even be faintly heard.

"Hee hee hee……"

"Hahaha……"

The four paper figures lunged at the female ghost, but the ghost's body suddenly stretched out, and her hideous face coiled around the nearest paper figure like a snake, instantly crushing the paper figure's arm.

The remaining three paper figures missed their target and only managed to grab the female ghost's shoe.

The female ghost, bursting forth like a venomous snake, charged towards Ran Qing with a ferocious expression.

A cold, foul-smelling wind blew in her face, but Ran Qing's eyes remained indifferent.

But with a sudden flick of his left hand, a somber little wooden plaque immediately appeared.

Fate/Destiny Card!
In an instant, countless red threads emerged from the female ghost's pale body, pinning her firmly in mid-air.

The blood-red character for "fate" hopped and skipped out of the female ghost's body and landed on the dark wooden plaque in Ran Qing's hand.

The curse of the Life Master card can not only weaken vengeful spirits, but also give evil spirits a momentary control.

The four paper figures had caught up, each grabbing the female ghost's body and holding her tightly.

As Ran Qing put away the wooden plaque, she took out a black clay pot.

This time, the four paper figures didn't even wait for Ran Qing to ring the bell to control them. They tacitly dragged the female ghost towards the earthenware jar, trying to force her into it.

Ran Qing raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this.

—These four paper figures are quite clever.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, a foul-smelling, eerie wind suddenly blew from behind him.

Little Cotton cried out in terror, "Ran Qing, behind you!"

Almost instinctively, Ran Qing rolled forward to dodge.

A putrid, dark shadow lunged at the spot where he had been standing.

(End of this chapter)