Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 241 I'm going to write a tragic word.
"You said there was an ancient Miao king buried in the mountains, and that there wouldn't be any ghosts within a twenty-mile radius?"

Long Zongshu muttered to himself, glancing up at the majestic mountains behind him.

By this time, they had returned to the old house of Ran Qing's family. As they walked back and forth, the sun had completely set and night had enveloped the mountains.

The majestic and imposing Old Wang Mountain, which stands tall and magnificent in the sunlight during the day, now lies dark and gloomy in the night, resembling a terrifying, gigantic corpse.

It gives people a sense of inexplicable oppressive fear and unease.

The appearance of the red gate signifies that the ghost realm of Wujiang has invaded this place.

Ghosts will soon appear in this village too.

Mo Li said, "It seems the number of Red Gates has nothing to do with the population..."

She looked at Ran Qing and asked, "What's next?"

Ran Qing looked at the blood-red wooden door inlaid on the old house, her feelings were extremely complicated.

This is the village where he grew up, the place where he lived with his grandmother and mother.

After his mother and grandmother passed away, this place became the only place that held his childhood memories.

If evil spirits appear elsewhere, he can simply stay far away, like in Longchang Street, and pretend he knows nothing.

But something strange happened here...

"call……"

Ran Qing took a deep breath in the night breeze and then said, "Let's go out first. We can't sleep in the village tonight."

Based on Longchang Street's experience, they must stay away from the village and the Red Gate tonight.

Otherwise, at midnight, after the red door opens, the ghost behind the red door will come out and kill the unorthodox Taoist.

The three of them each carried a paper figure away, leaving one unlucky paper figure to guard near the old house, to see if it would be attacked by the thing inside the red door.

After starting the motorcycle, the three left the village and drove to a roadside some distance away from the village, where they found a sheltered earthen embankment to rest.

This is an open space overgrown with weeds and stalks of water chestnut.

After the three of them cleared the grass, they gathered a lot of dry firewood and started a small fire.

Then they took the bedding and sheets from the old house and spread them on the floor, making a simple makeshift bed.

But in reality, only Long Zongshu needs sleep. Ran Qing is a Yin-walker and doesn't need sleep, and it's common for Mo Li to stay up all night.

From here, you can overlook the village at the foot of the mountain and observe what's happening in the village.

But Ran Qing sat by the fire all night, while everything in the village at the foot of the mountain remained as usual. The villagers soon fell asleep peacefully, and the entire village was deathly silent.

The appearance of the red gate did not disrupt the lives of the villagers.

Just like the many ghosts in Longchang Street, they didn't affect the lives of the villagers.

But in the darkness, Ran Qing could see car lights flashing several times on the distant mountainside.

That was another road leading away, at a similar height to where Ran Qing and the other two were, offering a commanding view of the village.

Mo Li asked in a low voice, "Is that where your dad parked his car?"

The villagers had previously mentioned that Ran Qing's father, stepmother, and sister all lived on the mountain outside the village.

Ran Qing stared at that spot for a while, then said, "I want to visit my mother's grave tomorrow."

I've been in the village for two days, but I haven't visited my mother's grave yet.

The main problem is that my mother's grave is too far away, in a remote mountain area.

After arriving at the village, Ran Qing was busy and had to postpone visiting her mother's grave.

But now, the path has been explored quite thoroughly.

I should go see my mother.

As he spoke, Ran Qing's face was somber and pained, and his tone was extremely heavy. The firelight fell on his face, and Ran Qing, with half his face in shadow, looked somewhat terrifying.

Mo Li stared at him in horror, opened her mouth, and said, "You...you want to dig up your mother's grave?"

The girl understood Ran Qing so well that she guessed his intentions in an instant.

The fact that his mother's body was hanging over his head and was later taken away by Ran Jianfei was a thorn in Ran Qing's heart.

Ran Qing had been avoiding the topic and never mentioned it before, but now she suddenly said in a heavy tone that she wanted to visit her mother's grave...

Meeting Mo Li's horrified gaze, Ran Qing said slowly and expressionlessly, "Only by digging it up and seeing if it's an empty grave can we confirm whether the corpse we saw earlier is real."

Mo Li remained silent for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, she just sighed and lowered her head helplessly: "I'm going to sleep."

The girl, who always stays up late, is actually going to sleep.

She leaned against the earthen embankment, closed her eyes, and fell asleep, seemingly truly asleep.

Ran Qing, standing by the fire, quietly gazed at the village below, her eyes occasionally glancing at the mountainside where car headlights shone in the distance, lost in thought.

Little Cotton was fast asleep at his feet.

The carefree little cotton flower, though timid, is surprisingly bold.

She, who had just been worried and fearful in the village, was now sleeping soundly.

Ran Qing sat alone by the fire, looking at the dark, eerie mountains and the pitch-black village below, and sat quietly all night.

Nothing happened in the mountains that night.

The three people who spent the night outside the village did not encounter any evil spirits.

As dawn breaks and night falls, the scenery at the foot of Lao Wang Mountain immediately becomes beautiful and magnificent again, like a fairyland on earth.

Ran Qing and the other two returned to the village and came to the old house.

On a yellow fruit tree with lush green leaves and sharp thorns, hangs a pale paper head.

The paper figure's features are clearly drawn with ink, yet it has no expression.

For some reason, when the three of them looked up at the paper head hanging on the Huangguoshu tree, they seemed to be able to see the expression of fear and pain in the stiff and lifeless strokes and facial features...

The paper figures that remained were dismembered into eight pieces.

His head was hung from a yellow fruit tree, and his two hands were violently torn off and stuck into the ditch behind the wooden house like two pillars.

The lower half of the body was torn into six pieces, which were scattered everywhere in front of and behind the house, as if it had been dragged along by something while being torn apart.

The torso was in the most tragic state; the bamboo frame and the paper pasted on it were all torn to shreds and neatly piled up at the entrance of the old house.

Mo Li chuckled dryly and said, "This paper doll is too pitiful..."

Ran Qing stared intently at the red door, and for some reason, a strange anger welled up in her chest.

When people encounter danger or hostility, in addition to fear, they sometimes feel an anger that makes them want to tear the other person apart.

He stared at the red door for a long time before looking away and saying, "Let's eat fish. Let's get some breakfast first, and then we'll go into the mountains."

He is going to his mother's grave today to open the coffin and examine the body.

For him now, confirming whether his mother's body is still in the grave and catching the ghost are the most important things.

As for this red gate...

Ran Qing's eyelids drooped.

It seems he can only ignore it for the time being, just like Longchang Street.

(End of this chapter)