Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 219 My Grandson Will Never Come Back
His withered, bald head stood out starkly in the darkness.

Ran Qing was somewhat shocked when she saw the monk's corpse.

—Have those three corpses turned into zombies?

Mingming had briefly checked the condition of the three corpses when he passed by earlier and confirmed that they had not turned into zombies.

Ran Qing's brain was racing, and she was about to react.

Suddenly, scorching flames erupted from the dark staircase.

Long Zongshu, his tall and thin figure like a bamboo pole, stepped out. Three flames ignited on his shoulders, and he breathed fire directly at the monk's corpse.

Mo Li, carrying the Death Hammer, rushed over quickly. The petite girl, whose face still had a bit of baby fat, was surprisingly agile and swift.

She smashed a wet old woman's corpse on the head with a hammer, instantly blowing the zombie's head off.

The appearance of her companions instantly resolved Ran Qing's predicament.

He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately got up from the ground.

Three minutes later, the three of them cleaned up the mess.

The three mummified corpses were all transformed. One was burned black, another was riddled with holes from being hammered, and the third was grabbed by the paper figures and violently dismembered on the spot, with its hands, feet, and torso in different places.

Ran Qing picked up the black clay pot from the ground and used a red rope to wrap it back and forth, completely sealing off any possibility of the female ghost inside escaping.

An old-fashioned copper coin lay quietly on the floor.

These are the paper figures that were pulled from the female ghost when she was stuffed into the clay pot.

Ran Qing picked up the copper coin and carefully put it into her canvas bag.

I've obtained another copper coin...

For some reason, when he picked up the copper coin, Ran Qing suddenly had a strange intuition.

—The unseen evil spirits came to harm him again, but he was able to fight back, now that he held four ghost coins.

But as this feeling descended, Ran Qing suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

He vaguely felt as if something had glanced at him.

That gaze was exactly the same as the feeling he had when unseen evil spirits came to harm him every night.

Did that monster notice him collecting copper coins?

Ran Qing frowned slightly.

Long Zongshu looked curiously at the offering table in the room and asked, "Is this an altar set up by a female ghost? What a strange altar..."

Mo Li couldn't help but take a second look, frowning: "I think I've heard the old woman mention this kind of altar before..."

As Ran Qing dragged the mummified corpse along, she said, "The Ghost Altar is an altar used by evil cultivators to worship ghosts. It's very sinister."

"Where there is a platform for all ghosts, there is at least a mass grave for a hundred people underground."

"Moreover, the area around the Ghost Altar will gradually change, and many fierce ghosts may even linger there."

"It seems we've found the reason why there are so many ghosts on Longchang Street."

The evil influence of the Ghost Terrace has affected the feng shui of Longchang Street, causing those who died in the area to return as ghosts.

"But these ghosts can't distinguish between life and death, so that has nothing to do with the Ghost Platform."

“There are other evil forces in this town, perhaps due to the special feng shui of this place, or perhaps due to other evil spirits.”

For example, those strange red doors, and that mysterious corpse-driving woman...

But Ran Qing didn't intend to pry into the matter or stay any longer.

After capturing the female ghost, he was to leave as planned.

Mo Li and Long Zongshu naturally had no objections. The three of them quickly went downstairs, and the paper figures dragged away the three corpses of the walking corpses.

These three corpses have already turned into zombies. Although they have dealt with them, they still need to be taken out and exposed to the sun to completely eliminate the possibility of them causing harm.

The fog had now dissipated from the dark, gloomy room.

The female ghost was captured, and she could no longer transform into the fog.

Ran Qing and the other two walked out of the dark three-story concrete building and saw the empty road outside, as well as a few stars that were faintly visible overhead. The red door directly opposite the road was silently ajar between the two buildings, as if it might open at any moment.

It was a summer night, but the streets of Longchang were bitterly cold, as if it were early winter.

That chill that came from the depths of my soul was unsettling, as if something terrifying was about to descend.

Ran Qing and the other two walked towards the place where motorcycles were parked outside the town.

But a hunched, old figure sat upright by the roadside, watching them.

Xiao Sanyong's grandmother, that eerie corpse-driving woman...

The moment he saw the old man appear, Long Zongshu was startled, and the flames on his shoulder ignited instinctively.

Ran Qing squinted at the old man, her tone calm: "Grandpa, is there anything I can help you with?"

In the darkness, the old man's hunched and aged figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows.

Her withered, ugly old face was clearly that of a corpse.

Staring blankly at Ran Qing and the other two, the old man suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "My grandsons won't be coming back. They've all been dragged behind the red door, and what's behind the red door won't let them come back..."

The old man's rambling words left the three silent, unsure how to respond.

Fortunately, the old man didn't intend to listen to the three people's answers.

It stared blankly at Ran Qing and the other two, then said to itself, "The Yin Walkers, the Exorcists... I seem to remember, you came here once before."

"But there were even more people when you came last time."

"Are you also going to the Ghost Realm of Wujiang this time?"

The old man's words shocked Ran Qing and the other two.

Long Zongshu asked anxiously and in astonishment, "You've seen my father?"

The old man, who seemed to be mentally unstable, was clearly talking about what happened ten years ago with his sixth aunt, Zong Shu's father, Meng Laoqi, Ran Jianfei, and their group.

But the old man did not respond to Long Zongshu's astonished question.

It swayed its body blankly and murmured, "If you see my grandson inside, please tell him that I miss him and that he should come home soon."

As the old man spoke, his body began to sway, and Ran Qing and the other two finally saw his back clearly.

The old man appeared unharmed from the front, but his back was covered in bits of flesh, as if he had been gnawed by a pack of wild animals.

It looks perfectly fine from the front, but from the side and the back, the old man is clearly just an empty shell, with almost all of his flesh and blood eaten away!

It was just a hunched skeleton trembling in the night wind, with bits of flesh, fragments of broken internal organs, and shriveled human skin hanging sparsely on it.

The scene was terrifying and sent chills down the spine.

The old man who went through the red gate to find his grandson turned out like this...

Ran Qing and the other two's expressions changed drastically.

The old man walked forward unsteadily, seemingly wanting to return to his home.

As it walked, it muttered, "I don't have many years left to live. If I had known my grandson would die and be dragged down with me after death, I should have gone with you all..."

The old man's voice was tinged with a sob.

The old man, who had just walked past Ran Qing and the other two, suddenly trembled and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

This corpse-driving woman, renowned for her immense power among unorthodox practitioners, died within half an hour of entering the Red Gate, unable even to walk home...

The three people on the roadside stared intently at the gruesome corpse that was nothing but a skeleton, then glanced at the half-open red door across the street.

Long Zongshu murmured, "Is the Ghost Realm of Wujiang really that terrifying...?"

A week ago, the three of them went to the Ghost Realm of Wujiang!
Looking back now, I'm terrified.

Ran Qing stared at the corpse of the corpse-driving woman on the ground, feeling a strange sadness in her heart.

It's hard to say whether it's a feeling of shared sorrow or something else entirely.

A thousand words surged in my heart, but in the end, they all turned into a murmured whisper: "Go!"

We really can't stay here any longer!
(End of this chapter)