Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 240 Unwatchable
Ran Qing, who was standing at the door of the wooden house, suddenly changed her expression.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the blood-red door in front of him with a chill down his spine.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the mountains, and the red sunset gradually sank into the west among the peaks.

In the sky, which transitions from azure to gray, several bright stars can already be seen.

Night had not yet completely fallen, and the theoretical daylight had not yet gone away.

But this eerie blood-red door has already appeared on the Ran family's gate...

Mo Li and Long Zongshu followed and also saw the blood-red gate.

Both of them were equally shocked.

"Blood Gate?"

"No, not last night!"

They slept in this wooden house last night; there was no blood gate here last night.

But now it has suddenly appeared...

Mo Li looked at Ran Qing with a strange expression and said, "Does your village also want to become like Longchang Street...?"

The unusual coexistence of humans and ghosts on Longchang Street left the three with a great deal of psychological trauma.

Unexpectedly, a similar situation has occurred in this village at the foot of Laowang Mountain, far from Longchang Street.

Moreover, it appeared abruptly, without any warning.

Ran Qing stared at the blood-red door in front of her and slowly approached it.

The sun had not yet completely set, and the village was still brightly lit. He finally saw the entire Red Gate up close and clearly.

From a distance, the ancient red gate appears as a blood-red expanse, but upon closer inspection, one can see numerous tiny pictures and characters carved on it.

This strange script is identical to the ancient script found in the Huaga Tiankeng.

The crooked and distorted writing resembles scribbles or a child's doodles, and is rather unsightly.

However, these crooked characters, densely engraved on the red door, give the overall impression of a frosted, textured surface.

In a daze, it looked like a blood-red demon face covered in tattoos.

It also looked like countless red leeches wriggling on the door.

When text appears in large quantities and densely packed, it seems to carry a sense of oppression.

Ran Qing looked at the blood-red door. She couldn't understand the words on it, but just one more glance made her dizzy.

He was startled and quickly looked away, lowering his head, unable to bear looking any longer.

Just then, a cry of pain came from behind.

The tall, thin, bamboo-like Longzong Tree suddenly fell to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

Seeing the astonished looks on Mo Li and Ran Qing's faces, Long Zongshu felt both embarrassed and panicked.

"Don't stare at the words on the red gate!" Long Zongshu looked down at the scrapes on his knees and said, "I stared at it for a while, and then I suddenly felt dizzy and fell down. It felt like I spun around dozens of times, my feet were floating, and my body was falling out of control..."

Long Zongshu, still somewhat shaken, shared his thoughts and experiences.

He was too tall and too thin, his body proportions were off, which is why he fell so badly.

In contrast, Ran Qing, although she was also a little dizzy, quickly regained her footing.

Mo Li walked to the red door, carefully and warily eyeing it, and said, "This door isn't completely closed; there's a crack..."

The blood-red gate, bathed in the setting sun, stood quietly embedded in the old wooden tile house. The gate did not fit perfectly against the wall; there was a thin black gap between the gate and the wall.

The crevice was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

Yet a strong, chilling aura seemed to waft out from the crack in the door.

That's the scent of the ghost realm of Wujiang...

Looking at the red gate, Ran Qing slowly said, "We can't sleep in the village tonight." When they were in Longchang Street, the Corpse-Driving Granny warned them not to stay in Longchang Street past midnight, otherwise the ghosts inside would come out and kill the unorthodox Taoist practitioners in the town after the red gate opened.

Now, red gates have appeared in the village as well. Although the gates are not open, there are gaps in them... This seems to be the same as in Longchang Street.

It is very likely that as time goes by and the night deepens, the cracks in this red door will grow wider and wider.

At midnight, the red door opens, and the things inside will come out...

The three of them immediately went inside, quickly lit a fire, boiled water, and cooked instant noodles to fill their stomachs for dinner. The grass carp that they had originally planned to braise could only be kept alive, as there was no time to cook it.

Time is of the essence.

If there were other restaurants in the countryside, they wouldn't even have considered going into this wooden-tiled house.

After quickly filling their stomachs with instant noodles, the three of them immediately left the wooden house and headed towards other parts of the village.

They need to confirm whether there is only one red gate in this village, or whether there are other red gates like those in Longchang Street.

During the half hour that the three of them were boiling water and cooking instant noodles, the gap behind the red door widened a little more.

This red door is indeed gradually opening over time...

This is good news, but also a bad omen.

The good news is that, depending on the situation, there is no immediate danger at the Red Gate until midnight.

The bad news is that this red gate is exactly the same as the red gate in Longchang Street, so the village where Ran Qing grew up...

Nestled amidst the verdant Huangguoshu forest, Ran Qing and his two companions appeared in front of rows of wooden-tiled houses.

They walked past the doorways of villagers' homes, or under the earthen embankments in front of other people's houses.

At this time of day, the village is filled with the aroma of food.

The villagers from each household sat around the dining table to eat dinner.

As the daylight gradually dimmed, only a few mongrels with messy fur stood guard at the door.

Whenever Ran Qing and his companions approached, the guard dogs would excitedly rush to the earthen embankment or the crossroads, barking and howling at the three of them as they passed by.

The piercing barking of dogs could be heard from time to time in the village.

But every time the barking started, before the owners who were eating inside could come out and scold the dogs, the dogs would already be tucked between their legs and trembling like leaves, trying to get away.

Ran Qing, who was walking at the front, had a pale face, cold eyes, and an aura of yin and death.

In the eyes of these local Zangke dogs, he was no different from a corpse, ferocious and dangerous.

No dog dared to be aggressive after seeing Ran Qing.

Mo Li muttered to himself, "Things are definitely different after you've mastered the Yin-Yang path..."

Back in Tianmen Village, the dogs in Long Zongshu's cousin's village still dared to chase and bite Ran Qing and the others.

Now, all Ran Qing needs to do is walk in front, and any dog ​​that sees her will have to tuck its tail between its legs and run away.

The village roads, shaded by the Huangguoshu trees, gradually became dark and gloomy.

The villagers who passed by would greet Ran Qing with a smile.

Ran Qing would respond with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

But as they walked to the end of the village and returned the way they came, Ran Qing's eyes became incredibly gloomy.

Three red doors...

They walked through half of the village, and along the way, they saw a total of three red gates.

They are all inlaid on the villagers' houses.

Including the red door of Ran Qing's old house, there are now four red doors in the village.

The village clearly has a much smaller population than Longchang Street, yet it seems to have more red gates...

(End of this chapter)