Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 300 Are you afraid of people who are about to die?
The room was pitch black, blocked by a curtain.

The room was dark and gloomy, with no lights on, and a faint, unpleasant odor wafting out.

Just as Ran Qing finished asking her question, the rustling sounds in the room disappeared.

Then came the sound of slow footsteps.

A pair of dirty, ripped cloth shoes first appeared behind the curtain.

Immediately afterwards, a pale, wrinkled hand lifted the curtain, and a middle-aged woman with messy, unkempt hair walked out of the inner room, yawning and picking at her eyes.

She sneered, enjoying the three young people's fear and unease, and said, "What? Afraid of me? Isn't it too late to be afraid now? You've already come to your aunt's house, and you're only afraid now?"

She was the one whose hideout was discovered, even though they were surrounded and cornered.

But at this moment, facing the middle-aged woman surrounded by three young men, she showed no signs of nervousness or panic. Instead, she swaggered out and looked at the three young men in her home defiantly.

Long Zongshu swallowed hard and subconsciously moved closer to Ran Qing.

Ran Qing stared at the aunt in front of her; it was indeed the face she remembered.

Although she was unkempt and sloppy, her features still hinted that she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

Now, however, she has a festering sore on her head, several disgusting abscesses on her face, and several black marks left from ruptured pustules on the back of her hands.

Her filthy and hideous appearance was enough to make one's scalp tingle. In addition, she was unkempt and hadn't bathed in who knows how long. The sour smell on her body was mixed with the strange smell of pus and festering sores, as well as a strong medicinal smell.

Even from two meters away, Ran Qing could smell the nauseating odor.

His expression changed slightly; he never expected his aunt to have turned into such a ghastly state.

Long Zongshu behind him cried out in terror, "...This is divine retribution! He must have done many wicked things to deserve this!"

Many people in the Yin-Yang sect make a living by swindling and deceiving others, and occasionally rely on their genuine skills.

But every profession has its rules, and even in the world of fraud, there are people and things that cannot be lied about.

In particular, those who practice Yin-Yang Taoism deal with evil spirits and ghosts year-round, and are tainted by Yin energy, death energy, and evil energy. If they do something immoral, the retribution will often come quickly.

The aunt in front of me looked like she had suffered retribution and divine punishment, which was why she had so many boils and sores.

The woman gave a cold laugh in response to Long Zongshu's low gasp.

She glanced at Ran Qing and said, "Little Stone, you haven't told your aunt yet whether Mo Baifeng sent you here."

"Also, how did she know that Xiong Dacheng was a trap we had set in plain sight?"

"Logically speaking, we usually send Xiong Dacheng to handle most of the things we do outside. If someone comes to us, they will usually go to Xiong Dacheng first."

"But you came directly to my aunt... That's strange."

The middle-aged woman plopped down in the chair where Chen Laosan had been sitting, completely ignoring the limp, lifeless corpse on the ground.

Her strange eyes swept over the three people in front of her, and she said, "For your mother's sake, tell your aunt the truth, and your aunt will spare your life and not harm you."

The woman seemed to be showing extraordinary kindness, as if she were bestowing a favor upon Ran Qing.

Ran Qing was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I came here on my own, plus some hints from my sixth aunt..."

Ran Qing's statement was ambiguous, and she did not mention Li Hongye.

But the middle-aged woman was already certain that it was her sixth aunt's reminder that had given her all this, so she sneered at that moment.

"Alright, Mo Baifeng is indeed quite skilled." The middle-aged woman sat leisurely in her chair, looking at Ran Qing with a relaxed air, and said, "Is there anything else you want to ask? You two little ones, for the sake of my little nephew, I can answer one question for you before you die, or grant you the manner of death you desire."

The woman coldly arranged the fates of Mo Li and Long Zongshu, as if the two had become fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy.

Long Zongshu hesitated for a moment and said, "What is your purpose in setting up ghost altars everywhere and using ghost coins to raise ghosts?"

Long Zongshu seized the opportunity and asked this important question.

The middle-aged woman was somewhat surprised to hear the question. She glanced at the three of them and said, "You actually know about the Ghost Platform and the Ghost Luo Ancient Coin... It seems that I underestimated you three little kids."

The middle-aged woman's lips moved as she said, "It doesn't matter if I tell you, but this matter is not for my Ranqing to hear. Little Long, come here, Auntie is only telling you this."

The middle-aged woman smiled and waved to Long Zongshu.

"If any girls are interested, they can come and listen too."

She waved back at Mo Li.

But Ran Qing, who was also in the room, was excluded, and they even said they couldn't tell Ran Qing...

This strange situation made Ran Qing's heart tighten, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

I have a feeling that if I heard the true purpose of these ghost breeders, something bad would happen?
At that moment, he suddenly thought of the head of this group of ghost breeders.

The mysterious leader also seems to be related to [cognition]. If you don't know the leader's identity or name, it's very difficult for them to find you, but once you do…

Ran Qing's expression turned anxious, and she was about to speak.

Mo Li suddenly shouted, "Zong Shu, don't listen to her nonsense!"

While stopping Zong Shu from stepping forward, Mo Li turned to Ran Qing and shouted, "Stop wasting time talking to this old hag, hurry up and do it! Directly invite the ancestral tablets of our ancestors!"

Mo Li looked anxious: "Something's wrong with her!"

Mo Li sensed some danger and anxiously urged Ran Qing to take action, even though this was a good opportunity to extract information and learn the truth.

And Auntie seemed quite happy to tell Ran Qing and the others stories.

But Mo Li's anxious interruption made Ran Qing subconsciously take out the ancestral tablets of the spirit mediums from his canvas bag.

This is his ultimate trump card as a spirit medium; he doesn't want to use it unless it's a critical moment.

But Ran Qing trusted Mo Li's judgment more...

The moment the ancestral tablets of the spirit medium escaped, the middle-aged woman sitting in the chair seemed completely unconcerned.

She said with a sneer, "Since Auntie knows you are Mo Baifeng's apprentice, how could she not be wary of you shamans?"

As the sound faded, Ran Qing felt a sharp pain in her fingertips.

He looked down in astonishment and saw that the memorial tablets of past masters in his hands were now covered with wriggling green beetles.

These densely packed green beetles wriggled and crawled all over the memorial tablets of the past masters, and even more beetles kept crawling out from the shadows at his feet, along his injured body, into his canvas bag, and onto the Nuo opera mask behind his head.

Although these beetles seemed to be afraid of the Nuo opera mask, they couldn't climb onto it no matter how hard they tried.

The ancestral tablets of past masters in the canvas bag, as well as Ran Qing's staff with his human head, were now all covered with green beetles.

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Once this worm of mine climbs on top of you, no magical artifact will be of any use. Little Stone, can you still call out to your ancestors now?"

(End of this chapter)