Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 305 Xiaoxia will be sad
The room was dimly lit under the dim, warm glow of a cheap light bulb, which emitted a strong, rancid smell.

Ran Qing suddenly sat up, as if she had risen from the dead, startling the three people next to her.

Before Mo Li and Long Zongshu could ask any questions, Ran Qing recounted what she had just seen with a grim expression.

"They dug up a coffin from a graveyard and brought out the ghost from inside."

"These ghost keepers all follow the orders of that ghost, which is why they set up altars for all kinds of ghosts everywhere!"

"Because they are indeed worshipping a demon, and even doing things according to that demon's orders!"

Ran Qing's expression was one of utter shock as she hurriedly recounted the horrifying scene she had just witnessed to her companion.

This matter was far more terrifying and bizarre than he had imagined.

He considered many possibilities: the ghost-raising people might be after the Ghost King's coffin, some ambitious person might be plotting something in secret, or some powerful evil cultivator might be involved...

He had considered many possibilities, but he had never imagined this situation.

Behind these ghost breeders, it turns out, is a ghost manipulating everything!
Unorthodox practitioners have always enslaved ghosts and driven away zombies.

But this group of unorthodox practitioners actually became the minions of a ghost, taking orders from a ghost...

Mo Li's eyes widened in shock: "What the hell? He can command so many living people?"

She also couldn't understand this situation.

Long Zongshu was also dumbfounded, even doubting that Ran Qing had seen it wrong: "Ran Qing, you can't be mistaken, can you? How could there be a ghost messenger raising a ghost..."

Long Zongshu said subconsciously, "I've heard of ghosts harming people, ghosts being enslaved by people, and evil people raising ghosts... But a ghost ordering around a ghost raiser... What kind of ghost is so evil!"

Ghosts are cruel, violent, and evil; they do almost nothing but harm people.

Not to mention ordering a group of living people to do things.

If someone could do something like that, would they still be considered a ghost?

Faced with her companion's questioning, Ran Qing turned pale and remained in a state of shock.

Even he couldn't help but feel a chill when he was being stared at by that ghost while in a dream state.

That was definitely the most sinister and bizarre ghost he had ever seen.

It even gave him a chilling pressure that he had never felt before, a pressure he had never experienced when facing the evil lord directly.

Ran Qing clenched her hands, forcing herself to calm down and straighten her stiff, expressionless face.

He stared down at the lifeless middle-aged woman beside him, his mind replaying the horrifying scene he had just witnessed.

Ran Qing said slowly, "...That graveyard is strange, and that coffin is even stranger."

"The coffin was made of bronze, it doesn't look like something from modern times."

"There are some blurry symbols on the coffin, which look like the ancient ghost script from the Huaga sinkhole."

"That cemetery doesn't seem to be in the mortal realm. The eerie and chilly environment looks like some kind of haunted house, somewhat like the ghost realm of the Wujiang River..."

Ran Qing murmured to herself, constantly recalling the last terrifying scene she had seen in her mind.

That scene was so terrifying that not only he was shocked, but even Ran Qing's aunt remembered it vividly.

The more Ran Qing recalled, the more confused she became: "Something's not right..."

"Humans have a lifespan in the Yang realm, and ghosts have a lifespan in the Yin realm."

"Unless it's a tomb with special feng shui, it's impossible for a ghost to have lived from thousands of years ago to the present day..."

"Could it be that coffin?"

Ran Qing murmured to herself, trying to uncover the truth.

Mo Li hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Shouldn't the question now be what that ghost is instructing the ghost keeper to do?"

Mo Li looked at Ran Qing with concern and asked, "Did you see what they were saying?"

This is the most important.

Ran Qing shook her head and said, "I can't hear what they're saying." Ran Qing was in a dream state, so she could only see but not hear.

He was about to continue speaking when, just then, the woman lying motionless beside him suddenly let out a soft groan of pain.

The previously unfocused eyeballs miraculously regained their focus.

Her deathly pale face suddenly flushed, as if she had come back to life.

The middle-aged woman's movements attracted the attention of the four people present.

Ran Qing quickly looked down and saw his aunt lying on the ground staring at him in a daze.

The middle-aged woman, who was grotesque and covered in sores and stinking, no longer had a ferocious expression.

She lay there quietly, a hint of kindness appearing on her aged face. In her features, one could even vaguely see the shadow of her mother…

The woman met Ran Qing's gaze, and Ran Qing saw a faint mist appear in the woman's eyes.

She looked at Ran Qing with a wistful expression and sighed.

"...Little Stone, you came into my dream, didn't you?"

As a senior figure in the Yin-Yang Dao, the middle-aged woman naturally understood the purpose of the arrangements around her and guessed what Ran Qing was doing.

At this moment, in her final moments of lucidity, she looked at Ran Qing and said, "Actually, I envy you quite a bit, and I also envy your father."

"Xiaoxia was such a good girl. You two were so lucky. She took care of you for so many years and then died of illness."

"Auntie really didn't mean to hurt you. I used to dislike you and hate you, but I couldn't bear to hurt you."

"If there's still time, leave Zangke quickly and call your father to come with you."

"Don't get involved in this mess in Zangke."

"We opened the gates to the underworld, and we also invited the creatures from the ghost realm of the Wujiang River out of there."

"That old man, you can't stop him from doing what he wants to do..."

The middle-aged woman looked at Ran Qing with a deep gaze and reached out her hand with difficulty.

Those withered, claw-like fingers weakly gripped Ran Qing's wrist, the icy touch gradually drawing away her body heat.

She seemed to want to say something more.

But after opening its mouth wide and wriggling several times, it had run out of strength and seemed unable to say anything.

This loss of speech made her visibly irritable.

She struggled to move her mouth, trying to say something more. This anxiety made her body increasingly stiff, and her facial features contorted in pain.

Ran Qing quickly grasped her hand and said, "Auntie, you don't need to say anything, I heard you. I'll go call my dad in a bit, and we'll leave Zangke together! We'll never come back!"

Ran Qing agreed without hesitation.

This promise finally made the woman's expression relax.

She let out a painful sigh of relief, and her stiff, upright body relaxed.

He gazed at Ran Qing intently, focusing on her features.

The woman's eyes gradually became unfocused, and her face grew increasingly pale.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her breathing completely stopped.

But at the last moment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ran Qing vaguely heard the woman's last whisper.

"...That's good, that's good."

"If something happens to you, Xiaoxia will be heartbroken."

(End of this chapter)