Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 225 Little Stone

That unseen monster is eerie, but it is ultimately an evil spirit.

Ran Qing had previously placed a spirit banner and incense sticks in front of her bed, and before going to sleep, she tried sprinkling incense ash on her body and around her bed.

After witnessing the monster appear, he would avoid the incense, candles, and spirit banners placed beforehand by the bed, and try not to touch the incense ash of the spirit medium.

Since it can evade the magical artifacts of those who travel to the underworld, it is not truly invincible.

What Ran Qing lacked before was the ability to move in front of the other party...

After arranging everything, Ran Qing lay down in the stuffy and hot main room, under the ancestral tablets of Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher, and fell into a deep sleep with her eyes closed.

I stayed up all night last night and was busy all day today. Now that I'm relaxing, I'm overwhelmed by exhaustion. Even an iron man couldn't handle it.

Almost the instant Ran Qing closed her eyes, her consciousness was dragged into darkness, and she fell into a deep sleep.

This deep sleep, where she felt nothing and her mind was completely blank, lasted for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, Ran Qing was startled and sensed a familiar, chilling aura approaching.

Immediately afterward, through the slits of his eyes, he saw a long, thin, blurry, and enormous black shadow crouching in the main room.

Very close to him.

The main room was tightly closed and had no windows; it was a mystery how the monster had gotten in.

In the dim light of incense and candles, a faint dust mote floated in the air.

Mo Li and Long Zongshu stood warily in the corner, each observing the room before them.

But that strange, blurry, thin, black shadow was crouching in the center of the hall where their eyes met, yet neither of them noticed or saw it at all.

That chilling, eerie coldness could only be felt by Ran Qing, who was lying on the ground.

An indescribable sense of panic and trembling arose in Ran Qing's heart—this was the fear that arose every time a monster appeared.

It seemed like an instinctive reaction.

But this time, Ran Qing no longer experienced the feeling of being paralyzed by a ghost and unable to move.

He sprang up from his sleeping mat almost instantly, roaring at the monster before him, "Zongshu! Here!"

Ran Qing pointed at the monster while scattering incense ash to guide her companions.

However, when Ran Qing's voice echoed in the main room, the expected flames did not materialize.

Zongshu, who was as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, remained standing in the same spot, looking around nervously and anxiously.

Ran Qing's sudden standing up, Ran Qing's urgent shouts, Ran Qing's throwing out incense ash to guide the way... none of these Dragon Clan Trees reacted.

Mo Li, who was in the same room, also showed no reaction.

The two clearly couldn't hear Ran Qing's words, nor could they see Ran Qing jump up.

The strange situation startled Ran Qing.

The slender, dark figure crouching in the main room was not surprised at all by Ran Qing's sudden outburst.

It slowly straightened up in the dimly lit main room, keeping its distance.

This long, thin, giant-like black shadow stood up like a terrifying giant in the darkness. Ran Qing was astonished to see it keep standing up, and the ceiling seemed to be pushed higher by it.

Standing frozen at the feet of the enormous black shadow, Ran Qing appeared incredibly small at this moment.

A familiar, kind, and gentle female voice whispered from the shadowy figure.

It stared at Ran Qing with a sinister and eerie gaze, a look of utter terror on its face.

But its gentle murmur called out Ran Qing's nickname.

"...Little Stone..."

"help me……"

"I'm not dead..."

The woman's soft murmur sent shivers down Ran Qing's spine.

An indescribable fear and anger exploded within him simultaneously.

At that moment, it seemed as if all the blood in his body rushed to his brain. Ran Qing's expression turned incredibly ferocious: "You're imitating my mother's voice!"

The voice coming from that monstrous shadow was that of his deceased mother!
Ran Qing shook the bell sharply, and the bell for transporting corpses rang urgently in the house.

The four scarecrows placed on the tablets of Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher immediately began to shake.

One of the scarecrows suddenly jumped up, as if pulled by invisible threads, and crashed into the huge black shadow.

—At least the little figures that were made in advance did not ignore Ran Qing!

Ran Qing stopped looking at her companions and stared intently at the dark figure in front of her.

The moment the straw figure flew out, a layer of dim, bloody light appeared on the floor, ceiling, and walls of the entire main room.

One by one, strange, blood-red incantations suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The dark figure let out a miserable scream, its tall, slender body retreating in pain, its long, thin arms flailing frantically in front of it as if trying to drive away something unseen.

But the little straw figure was firmly attached to its chest.

The "Demon-Suppressing Incantation" written around the room was activated simultaneously.

Ran Qing was furious and agitated, but his gaze remained icy, and he was not blinded by anger.

He remained restrained and followed the original plan to suppress the unseen evil creature.

The evil creature struggled frantically and kept retreating.

The originally small, low-ceilinged cement house suddenly became more and more spacious behind it.

The dark figure retreated in agony, constantly waving its arms to resist the [Demon Suppression Curse]. The image of it staggering backward without stopping made it seem as if it were not in a concrete bungalow, but in a vast wilderness.

Ran Qing chased after it, but kept her distance from the shadowy figure.

Neither approaching nor letting the shadowy figure escape.

His lips moved constantly as he rapidly chanted the incantation for the Demon-Suppressing Spell, the bell in his hand ringing incessantly.

As the straw figure gradually weakened and became powerless in front of the shadowy figure, a second straw figure flew out and quickly took its place.

At that moment, Ran Qing's urgent and angry chanting of incantations rang out in the main room like a death knell, even more urgent than the sound of his bell.

The dark figure retreated in pain, waving its arms frantically. Its slender arms swung faster and faster, but the woman's voice emanating from its mouth grew increasingly gentle.

"...Little Stone..."

"Help me, please..."

"I'll be waiting for you inside..."

Hearing his mother's gentle voice utter such eerie words.

Despite her efforts to control herself, Ran Qing's eyes remained bloodshot.

He ran quickly through the now spacious main room, clinging tightly to the retreating shadow.

Finally, behind the shadowy figure that was retreating in pain, a door and a wall appeared.

The dark figure finally retreated to the back of the road.

It can no longer retreat.

But the door on the wall behind it wasn't the main door of the concrete building.

Instead, it was a gloomy and eerie red door.

The moment Ran Qing saw the red door, her gaze turned cold.

Did this monster enter the human world through the red gate?

The monster, struggling in agony, tries to squeeze through the red door.

But countless red rope figures flew down from above Ran Qing's head, and the dense red rope figures flew out like raindrops, turning the red door into a sieve!

Inside the Yin altar of the Yin walker, Ran Qing could command all the red rope figures without expending any Yin energy!

(End of this chapter)