Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 338 He Forgot Everything

In the thick fog, Ran Qing stared intently at the scene before her, still trying to understand the situation.

In the light mist, the pale, ghostly figures dragged Ran Jianfei's almost invisible, transparent soul toward the blood-red ghostly figure in the depths of darkness.

They passed directly by the open space where Ran Qing and the other two were.

They didn't even glance at Ran Qing and the other two, just like humans walking on a main road ignoring ants crawling on the roadside.

A pale, ghostly figure drifted by indistinctly.

They seemed to float very slowly, but upon closer inspection, they quickly drifted across the open space where the three people were.

The blood-red ghostly figure stood frozen in mid-air, seemingly trying to escape and dodge.

Ran Qing was surprised to see a sense of fear and anxiety on the ghostly face that was exactly like her mother's.

This ghost is trying to escape!
But it looked around in panic, as if it couldn't find a way out.

It's as if, from its perspective... pale, ghostly figures are drifting in from all directions?

The eerie and sinister scene made Ran Qing and the other two dare not even breathe.

Although the pale, ghostly figures ignored them, no one dared to make a sound in this eerie and menacing situation.

Fearing that they would attract the attention of the pale, ghostly figure and be taken away with them!
The last time the pale, ghostly figures surged out, they were repelled by Aunt Six.

But now, Aunt Liu is no longer in this open space.

Ran Qing finally saw the full picture of the pale, ghostly figure.

Then, those shadowy, eerie, slender ghostly figures, surrounding a coffin-like object, drifted through the darkness.

The blood-red ghostly figure suddenly let out a howl and finally chose a direction to flee.

But it was too late.

Two cold chains suddenly flew out from the pale, ghostly ranks, striking the blood-red ghostly figure in mid-air like two deadly hooks.

The blood-red ghostly figure let out a miserable howl and froze in mid-air.

The next second, the chains rattled loudly.

Two cold chains retracted, dragging the blood-red ghostly figure backward.

This ferocious and terrifying blood-red ghost, undoubtedly the most powerful ghost Ran Qing had ever seen, was utterly powerless against these cold chains.

Ran Qing and the other two stood frozen beside the coffin, watching helplessly as the blood-red ghostly figure was dragged into the group.

Like Ran Jianfei's almost invisible, transparent soul in the group, it stood stiffly and blankly.

Then, the piercing sound of suona horns, the booming sound of gongs... the countless noisy and jarring death music tunes suddenly changed, seemingly becoming even more sinister.

The pale, ghostly figures in the thick white fog, surrounding the eerie and malevolent coffin, dragged Ran Jianfei and the blood-red ghostly figure along, coldly continuing forward.

Ran Qing and his two companions, left behind, were like insects, not even attracting the slightest attention from the pale, ghostly figures.

At this moment, Ran Qing finally understood why Chuan Zeng Danji hadn't stopped him from destroying the spirit-raising technique.

The mysterious old man clearly sensed something even more terrifying was approaching, so he ran away in advance!
He watched helplessly as the group of pale, ghostly figures disappeared into the distance, and as a part of Ran Jianfei's soul, along with the blood-red ghostly figure that was his target for the night, was dragged away.

Ran Qing suddenly became a little anxious.

Ran Jianfei's missing soul caused him to lose his memory, making it impossible to extract any useful information.

And the evil spirit that looked exactly like the mother was also to be dragged away, to an unknown destination.

This not only means that Ran Qing will have made a wasted trip tonight, but he may also never know the cause of his mother's death.

The two who knew the riddle were being dragged away by the pale, ghostly figure.

—We must at least retrieve one of them!

Ran Qing's expression kept changing.

He gripped the spirit tablet of the spirit medium tightly in his hand, staring intently at the group of terrifying ghosts.

The ancestral tablet of the spirit medium was his only trump card at this moment. But could this powerful and terrifying tablet of the spirit medium possibly contend with these eerie, pale ghostly figures...?

Ran Qing suddenly hesitated for a moment.

The origins of these pale, ghostly figures were so bizarre and sinister that even Ran Qing wasn't entirely confident of victory.

If the summoning of the spirit medium's ancestral tablet disturbs this group of pale ghosts, it's fine if they win, but if they lose... not only will Ran Qing die, but his companions will also perish.

After a moment of hesitation, Ran Qing gritted her teeth and put away the memorial tablet of her late master.

He is willing to risk his life and even risk his own, but he cannot betray his comrades!
In the thick fog, the pale, ghostly figures, surrounding the eerie coffin, disappeared into the distance.

The shrill, cacophony of death music faded into the distance.

The fog gradually thinned on the open ground where Ran Qing and the other two were.

It seems that tonight's events are about to come to an end.

But at this moment...

"Xiaoxia! We can't let the Ghost King's Coffin take Xiaoxia away!"

Ran Jianfei's terrified and shrill screams suddenly rang out.

Ran Jianfei, who had been lying beside Ran Qing and the others in a daze, suddenly screamed in terror as he watched the pale, ghostly figure disappear into the distance.

He cried and rushed out like a child who had been abandoned. Before Ran Qing, Mo Li, and the other two could react, Ran Jianfei had already rushed towards the group of pale, ghostly figures.

"Give me back my Xiaoxia!"

"Xiaoxia is my wife!"

"Don't take her away!"

Ran Jianfei, crying and wailing, ran faster than Ran Qing and the other two had anticipated.

In just a few seconds, he had already rushed to the end of the group of pale white ghostly figures, crying as he charged towards the blood-red ghostly figure chained among them.

This bizarre and terrifying scene instantly terrified Ran Qing and the other two, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, this mentally challenged Ran Jianfei would suddenly seek death at this crucial moment.

He had clearly forgotten everything, even who he was and who his son was.

But he still remembered his deceased wife!

And what's clustered in the middle of those pale, ghostly figures... is that the Ghost King's Coffin?!
Ran Qing's heart pounded violently as she stared incredulously at the eerie coffin that was faintly visible in the center of the pale, ghostly figure.

Whether it was his imagination or not, at that moment, he seemed to vaguely see a sleeping girl lying in that strange coffin.

Although the hallucination disappeared in the next second.

Ran Jianfei, crying and wailing, had already rushed into the group of pale, ghostly figures.

He cried out and lunged at the blood-red ghostly figure, trying to save his deceased wife who had become a ghost.

However, Ran Jianfei's living body passed straight through his deceased wife's blood-red ghostly figure.

In the ghastly white fog, the faint, booming sounds of death could be heard.

The pale, ghostly figures that swarmed around the coffin and dragged their prey away didn't even turn their heads, completely ignoring Ran Jianfei who was charging towards them.

The fog thinned, and the pale, ghostly figures vanished into the void at the edge of the fog.

Then the fog dissipated and the music disappeared completely.

Nothing was left on the open ground except for Ran Jianfei, who was crying and sobbing on the ground.

"Xiaoxia!"

"Xiaoxia has been taken away by them!"

(End of this chapter)