Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 285 Red Wedding Attire
The corpse-driving Taoist priest muttered curses under his breath, and Ran Qing's keen hearing picked up on his complaints.

Even though there were no more zombies, this corpse-driving Taoist priest still shook his corpse-driving bell wherever he went, as if afraid that others wouldn't know that he was a heretical Taoist cultivator of the corpse-driving lineage.

Seeing Ran Qing and the other two take their seats, and then seeing the fox, the Corpse-Driving Taoist looked around in the mist.

"Where's my seat? Where's Master Dao's seat?"

The old Taoist priest was not intimidated by the eerie mist before him and questioned the figure that was vaguely visible in the mist.

His attitude was even more arrogant and conceited than when he had zombies.

After the corpse-driving Taoist finished speaking, a grand chair in the mist gently throbbed, and the corpse-driving Taoist then walked over and sat down with a thud.

Not long after the corpse-driving Taoist sat down, other unorthodox Taoist practitioners began to appear in the dilapidated house.

There were men and women, most of them with old faces and a sinister aura, and most of them were dressed in batik clothes of various ethnic minorities. Among them were three Taoist priests and two monks.

In the end, a total of twenty-seven people appeared in the thick fog. After entering, they all took their seats and remained silent.

Mingming sat in a circle, surrounding the red-topped black coffin in the center, with each armchair very close together.

Everyone present remained silent, observing each other discreetly, but no one spoke.

A sinister, wary atmosphere was brewing in the thick fog.

Ran Qing silently observed the group of people, trying to discern their lineage and lineage.

One of them, who was raising Gu poison, was quite obvious, with a beautiful, multicolored venomous snake perched on his shoulder. But the others were unrecognizable; judging from their clothing style, most of them were local ethnic minorities from Zangke.

Before the Han people entered Zangke, these villagers who had lived in the Zangke Mountains for generations dealt with evil spirits and mountain monsters. Although they are now a minority and their population is dwindling, many of their old skills have probably been passed down.

There were a total of 28 chairs, and 27 of them were occupied, almost all of them.

Even Ran Qing's father, Ran Jianfei, came.

Although Ran Jianfei had done a simple disguise, wearing a crude fake beard and adding some fake wrinkles to his face, the crude disguise was easily spotted. Those unfamiliar with him wouldn't recognize him.

Ran Jianfei, sitting in a grand chair, was four chairs away from Ran Qing.

Behind Ran Jianfei stood a woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown, wearing a wedding veil, her pale hands resting quietly on her lower abdomen.

...It looks like a corpse.

A faint, pungent smell of decay emanated from the woman.

The two people sitting next to Ran Jianfei tacitly shifted their positions, trying to get as far away from this strange middle-aged man as possible.

Ran Qing stared at the strange female corpse for a while. He didn't know where Ran Jianfei had gotten the walking corpse from, but it gave him a feeling of dread and extreme danger.

At this moment, the grand chair was almost full, but the figure in the mist remained motionless.

Everyone stared at each other, sitting stiffly for half an hour, until finally Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, couldn't hold back any longer.

The Xiangxi Taoist priest from the corpse-driving lineage couldn't help but shout, "You old ugly ghost over there, everyone came alone, why did you bring a family member in? What? So what if you have a wife?"

"I have four or five zombies, but I didn't bring any of them in! You've brought such a dangerous thing with you, can't you at least show some respect for everyone?"

The corpse-driving Taoist glared at Ran Jianfei and started cursing.

He didn't recognize Ran Jianfei, and was filled with apprehension and almost drooling envy at the red-clad female corpse behind Ran Jianfei. Ran Qing had noticed this old Taoist priest earlier, staring at the red-clad female corpse for a long time.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest opened his mouth, and a strong sour taste immediately filled the air.

But this red-clad female corpse was indeed strange, even the old Taoist priest of the corpse-driving lineage coveted it.

When the old Taoist priest spoke, all eyes turned to Ran Jianfei.

But they only glanced at it a few times before looking away, as if they dared not look any longer and were wary of the strange female corpse behind Ran Jianfei.

At this moment, the Gu Master with a colorful venomous snake wrapped around his neck suddenly said, "...Where is the spirit medium? Why hasn't Sister Mo Liu arrived?"

The Gu Master looked at the figure in the mist and asked, "Should we wait for Sister Mo Liu to arrive before we begin?"

This Gu master clearly knew Aunt Liu.

The figure in the mist remained motionless and offered no response.

The other party had been standing there for more than half an hour without making the slightest movement, and Ran Qing even suspected that it was just a fake sticker.

Just then, a deep, androgynous voice suddenly spoke beside the coffin: "Mo Baifeng is dead. Now, the lineage of Yin-Yang practitioners is in charge of her newly taken-over apprentice. That apprentice is ruthless and cold-blooded; it's best if he doesn't come..."

The voice was incredibly strange, echoing through the mist.

But everyone present changed their expressions, because no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find who had spoken.

Even though no one present moved their mouths, that voice rang in everyone's ears, which was extremely strange.

The corpse-driving Taoist snorted coldly and said, "Playing tricks... If you're so capable, just come out and say it directly. What are you pretending to be strange about? Everyone here is a seasoned veteran. Even if they haven't seen or heard of ventriloquism, they've certainly heard of it. Who do you think you can fool with your little tricks?"

"Also, where did you hear that Mo Baifeng is dead? I ran into Mo Baifeng and her little apprentice at Lao Wang Mountain just a few days ago."

The corpse-driving Taoist said, "That kid is indeed very cold and ruthless, but not as terrible as you say. He even helped me a little without asking for any reward. I think that kid is not bad."

"But you, you coward, are hiding your face and cursing someone to death, even insulting their disciple... What? Did Mo Baifeng deal with you before? You don't dare to openly provoke Mo Baifeng, so you hide and curse him to death?"

"Or are you some kind of ghostly figure, Master Shou? Do you have a grudge against the Yin-Yang people?"

The corpse-driving Taoist priest cursed and swore, showing no fear of offending anyone.

His fierce and arrogant attitude made everyone present look at him with a strange expression.

The deep voice in the mist stopped speaking, as if the corpse-driving Taoist had poked a hole in its lungs.

Grandpa Shou...

Ran Qing's heart stirred slightly. Would that strange Old Master Shou really dare to attend the meeting?

At this moment, Ran Jianfei, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "Sixth Sister is indeed gone. It happened last month. Now, the lineage of Yin people is being led by her apprentice."

As he spoke, Ran Jianfei looked at the figure in the mist: "Can we begin? We've been waiting for a long time, and if it's not here, it probably won't come."

After Ran Jianfei finished speaking, the figure in the mist remained unmoved.

But the others beside the coffin had slightly changed expressions, seemingly feeling pressured by the news of Sixth Aunt's death and the new ghost walker.

(End of this chapter)