Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 319 Ruins
The familiar, chaotic music stirred up a certain fear in him that preceded his becoming a spirit medium.

Those pale, ghostly figures that chased after Aunt Liu before!
Ran Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately recognized the shrill and piercing death band.

Sure enough, a very familiar scene appeared in the thick fog ahead of the minibus.

A pale, eerie team emerged clearly from the thick fog.

With their long arms dragging behind them, and their almost motionless legs, they glided through the fog in an extremely bizarre manner, like marionettes controlled by a poor puppeteer.

The instruments were held in their long hands, and as they walked stiffly, they dragged on the ground, making noisy and harsh sounds.

In the center of this pale white procession, one can vaguely see that they are carrying something.

It looks like a coffin, or a sedan chair.

But the fog was too thick to see clearly.

But as the eerie, piercing music drew closer, so did the ghastly, bizarre procession.

Ran Qing suddenly realized that the entire minibus was completely silent.

Not only were the passengers silent, but even the roaring and vibrating sound of the minibus engine had disappeared at some point.

—That strange minibus driver actually turned off the minibus!
Furthermore, all the passengers on the minibus covered their heads and lowered their heads, hunching over in an extremely bizarre, ostrich-like posture.

Even the old man sitting on the hood covered his ears and hunched over the hood.

It seemed that all the passengers were afraid to sit up straight and be seen by things outside.

Inside the deathly silent minibus, the jarring music from outside was already getting closer.

Those eerie, pale ghostly figures, dragging musical instruments and surrounding some strange thing, came to the front of the minibus.

They walked straight past the minibus as if they didn't see it at all.

Ran Qing, who was on the bus, suddenly pulled Mo Li and Zong Shuyi down, and like the other passengers, they huddled in the shadows of the minibus.

By lying on the dirty floor of the minibus, perhaps nothing outside could see you.

But as the jarring music passed by, Ran Qing noticed that there was a pane of glass on the car door next to her that allowed her to see what was outside.

Those outside should be able to see the three people lying behind the car doors through the two low-profile car door windows.

For a moment, Ran Qing was somewhat panicked.

If these things outside discover it...

But just as this terrifying thought crossed Ran Qing's mind, he saw a pale head staring straight at him from outside the door.

It was a face so white it was unsettling, the entire face was deathly pale, and only the outlines of the features could be vaguely discerned. Even the eyes, nostrils, and lips were deathly white, as if a living person's face had been covered with white paste.

Those eerily white eyes stared straight at Ran Qing for a second.

Ran Qing's hand had already grasped the memorial tablets of the past masters of the Yin-Yang School.

But the next second, the pale, ghostly figure continued forward and left.

In that brief moment of eye contact, it seemed not to notice Ran Qing.

Outside the minibus, pale, ghostly figures, indistinct and seemingly accompanied by drums and gongs, escorted something away.

The shrill, eerie music, reminiscent of a funeral procession, gradually faded away as the pale, ghostly figures departed.

Soon, the thick fog outside the minibus returned to calm.

The shrill, jarring music disappeared without a trace, the minibus engine roared to life again, and the rickety old minibus set off on its journey.

On the road ahead of the minibus, shrouded in thick fog, some strange figures could be vaguely seen moving about as if they were going to a market.

Everything seemed unchanged; the experience of absolute silence, broken only by the terrifying, shrill music, felt like a nightmare.

Ran Qing and the other two carefully stood up, cautiously observing the passengers of the minibus and the old man on the hood of the bus.

But the eerie old woman no longer stared at Ran Qing and the other two living people. As if startled, she kept anxiously watching the thick fog outside the minibus, seemingly afraid that the terrifying, pale ghostly figures might return…

Ran Qing and the other two exchanged glances, and Long Zongshu's eyes were filled with shock.

He had never seen these terrifying things before, but from the commotion, he guessed that they were the ancient evil spirits that Ran Qing had described before.

Looking at Ran Qing now, after receiving Ran Qing's silent nod of confirmation, Long Zongshu felt a sense of relief and lingering fear, as if he had just escaped a disaster.

This is a terrifying evil spirit that even Aunt Liu fell victim to!

Long Zongshu had no choice but to be afraid.

But for Ran Qing, what mattered more than fear was the reason for the appearance of these evil spirits.

These pale, ghostly figures appeared in Moonlit City earlier to hunt down Aunt Six.

But now that Aunt Liu is dead, who are these pale, ghostly figures chasing after?
Or did they also enter the mortal realm through the Red Gate? Or are they just wandering around nearby?
The ancient evil spirits that had been seen before reappeared, giving Ran Qing a sense of foreboding.

He had not yet had any direct contact with what was behind the red door.

He is already feeling immense pressure, as only the tip of the iceberg has been revealed so far.

If he wants to find the Ghost King's Coffin, he must go deep into the Ghost Realm of Wujiang, which theoretically means passing through these ancient evil spirits.

There must be many more things like the pale, ghostly figures inside...

Ran Qing took a deep breath and suddenly thought of something.

That's why the time to go find the Ghost King's Coffin is when the Gate of Hell opens.

Otherwise, those who travel to the underworld can enter the Wujiang Ghost Realm at any time and can go looking for it at any time.

—Because only when the gates of hell open can these ancient evil spirits wander into the mortal realm, and only then will the danger in the depths of the Wujiang ghost realm suddenly decrease!

If you went in at a normal time, you would probably be overwhelmed by these ancient evil spirits before you even reached the Ghost King's coffin.

The thought crossed Ran Qing's mind, and she quickly considered it.

But at that moment, the minibus suddenly stopped.

But it wasn't the sudden stop like before; it was a normal stop.

The rattling, roaring engine didn't stop, but the doors opened automatically.

The cold wind whistled in from outside, biting and icy.

It was the hottest time of the year, but the night wind outside felt as cold as if it were freezing.

Ran Qing looked up in surprise and realized that the dark-skinned passengers on the minibus had all filed off the bus.

Directly in front of the minibus, there is a dilapidated old cement gate, standing silently in the darkness.

All the shadowy passengers entered the concrete gate, which had a strong 1960s and 70s style. The driver turned around and looked coldly at the passengers who had not yet gotten off the bus.

The driver, whose face was also obscured, suddenly exerted a sense of pressure on Ran Qing and the other two.

It seemed that if we didn't get off the bus soon, something terrible would happen.

They quickly got off the bus, only to find that the old man behind them had also gotten off the minibus.

In the shadows, the hunched old man grinned menacingly at Ran Qing and the other two.

Immediately afterwards, she left with her basket on her back.

But instead of entering through the concrete gate, they disappeared into the ruins and bushes nearby.

The place where Ran Qing and the others were located was actually a dilapidated and collapsed ruin, an old factory!

(End of this chapter)