Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 347 is enough

Ran Qing spent the last few days in search of the Ghost King's Coffin very leisurely.

He completely emptied his mind, stopped doing exercises, stopped reading books, and even gave up his daily routine of memorizing vocabulary and classical poems.

Even under Mo Li's encouragement, he was dragged to an amusement park in the suburbs, where the two of them had a great time for a day.

Go-karts, Ferris wheel, carousel, pirate ship, mini roller coaster... Moonlit City is very small, and its amusement park is also miniature, with no large or thrilling rides.

But for Ran Qing, who was stepping into such a place for the first time since he was a child, everything was new and exciting. Even the merry-go-round, which was very childish and boring, was an interesting new experience for him.

After visiting the amusement park and eating ice jelly, the two rented a small duck boat and floated on the lake in Hecheng Garden.

The afternoon breeze on the lake caressed Ran Qing's face like a pair of gentle hands, making her feel slightly intoxicated.

He had forgotten when was the last time he had played so carefree and without any pressure.

Since his mother's death, an invisible pressure has weighed on him like a mountain.

Diligent study, college entrance exams, rent, living expenses, scholarships... all kinds of pressure weighed on his shoulders at all times.

He had already gotten used to that dark, suffocating, and sunless life.

It was a summer afternoon that was no different from any other, with the same gentle breeze blowing as usual.

But at this moment, Ran Qing discovered for the first time how bright the world was.

It was as if his entire past life was shrouded in a dark gray.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Li and Ran Qing returned to Park Road and met up with Zong Shu, who was at home taking care of the mentally challenged Ran Jianfei.

The three of them, along with the mentally challenged Ran Jianfei and the dazed Xiao Mianhua, went out for a big meal.

This beef hot pot was finally delicious.

The three of them drank ice-cold beer, ate delicious beef, and played around happily.

Even the usually dull-witted Ran Jianfei, seeing the three laughing and joking, seemed to be infected by their silly, blank expressions when they weren't watching TV, and his face broke into a happy, silly grin.

His silly grin made his already blank face look even more comical.

When Ran Qing and the other two saw this, they couldn't help but laugh.

They ate their dinner for a long time.

My stomach was full, then hungry again, so I asked for more beef three times before finally leaving just before the owner closed the shop.

The three had already reached a consensus on the matter of finding the Ghost King's Coffin.

Zong Shu stayed behind to wait, while Mo Li and Ran Qing went together.

Although Zong Shu was reluctant, Ran Qing's previous words did persuade him.

In addition, his mother also disagreed with his going to find the Ghost King's Coffin.

Perhaps Zong Shu's mother was aware of the abilities of the spirit mediums and knew that by following Ran Qing to catch ghosts, with the ancestral tablets of the spirit mediums in place, nothing unexpected would happen.

So when Zong Shu begged to help Ran Qing, his mother readily agreed.

This time, however, Zong Shu wanted to go find the Ghost King's Coffin, but his mother made several phone calls to refuse and dissuade him.

In addition, there is now someone to take care of the mentally challenged Ran Jianfei, so Zong Shu had no choice but to give up his career.

Young people often take life and death lightly, but value relationships and friendships highly.

But parents of teenagers need to help them see further ahead.

I quickly tidied up everything in the house.

Ran Qing placed the passbook and password in the box and gave Zong Shu some final instructions.

What if he doesn't come back...

But the "legacy" he can leave behind is actually not much.

Mo Li's "legacy" is quite considerable.

The bankbook she showed him was filled with densely packed numbers, making Ran Qing and Long Zongshu's eyelids twitch.

No wonder this rich girl can eat and buy whatever she wants, and she can buy foreign animation DVDs without hesitation. She's really rich.

He's richer than a bunch of adults.

“If I don’t come back, I’ll give you all this money,” Mo Li said with a grin. “It’ll be a good thing that we’re friends.”

Although lively, playful, and likable, Mo Li, like Ran Qing, is adrift and wandering like a lost soul.

He had almost no relatives or friends in the world.

After briefly explaining their final arrangements, the two prepared to depart.

Ran Qing had already drunk the wine in the pot; this last pot of wine had greatly increased his soul power. After finishing the previous pot of wine, the incense in his Yin altar had already increased to 35 pillars.

Now that he had drunk this last pot of wine brewed by the vengeful ghost, the burning incense in Ran Qingyin's jar increased dramatically, suddenly reaching 50 sticks.

In just one month, he went from being a beginner to having 50 sticks of incense... Keep in mind that Aunt Shen Er has traveled all over the country for many years and only has 70 sticks of incense.

Although she was still far inferior to Sixth Aunt, Ran Qing was now considered a formidable spirit medium.

He fished the ghost out of the pot and threw it directly into a large vat in the corner of the main room.

Soon, another face appeared among the churning dead faces in the jar.

The dead faces, writhing up and down, resembled a boiling cauldron, constantly crowded together.

Mo Li stood nervously outside the door, tiptoeing as if to get a clearer view of the vat, and asked, "...Is that enough?"

Once the art of refining ghosts in a vat is completed, it will lead to the search for the coffin of the Ghost King.

Ran Qing waited until after midnight before throwing the last ghost into the large vat.

At midnight, the red gate opens, and the ancient evil spirits behind the gate of hell will flood into the human world, bringing danger and terror.

But for Ran Qing, this was an excellent opportunity.

The influx of evil spirits into the human world signifies the emptiness of the ghost realm within the Wujiang River.

Looking at the dead faces writhing in the vat, and listening to the concerned and anxious voice of the girl by the door.

Ran Qing remained silent for a few seconds.

At that moment, he was lost in thought.

The ancestral tablets for Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher hung quietly on the wall in front of him.

He held the memorial tablets of the past masters of the Yin-Yang pilgrimage in his arms.

A few seconds later, Ran Qing took out a small bell from her canvas bag, smiled, and said, "That's enough."

He gently shook the bell for transporting corpses, and amidst the crisp sound, two paper figures in straw raincoats standing against the wall behind him suddenly stepped forward.

This was prepared in advance by Ran Qing, using old sheepskin.

This time, however, the paper figures in straw raincoats did not approach Ran Qing, but instead walked silently to Mo Li.

Caught off guard, Mo Li was stunned for a moment, not yet able to react.

The two paper figures in straw raincoats suddenly slammed the door of the main room shut and locked it instantly.

At the same time, the dead faces writhing in the vat suddenly erupted, letting out excited shouts like the roar of ocean waves.

These frantically writhing dead faces finally broke through the large vat, surging out like a pot of boiling noodle soup.

In an instant, they engulfed Ran Qing, who was standing nearby, and their shrill laughter spread all over her body.

Ran Qing's figure visibly became transparent.

From outside the locked door came Mo Li's anxious shouts.

"Ran Qing!"

The next second, the wooden door shook violently, as if it had been rammed by a raging tiger.

The girl outside the door, despite her petite frame, unleashed terrifying power.

The terrifying tremor seemed to shake even the floor.

Two specially made paper figures in straw raincoats were pressed firmly against the door panel, but the sturdy door panel, the locked latch, and the two paper figures pressed firmly against the door panel...

It only lasted for three seconds.

Three seconds later, the door burst open with a bang, the wooden door flying like a ripped sack, accompanied by flying wood chips.

The petite girl rushed in anxiously and shouted urgently at Ran Qing.

Ran Qing, whose face was already buried in the dead man's, just smiled and watched her, looking at the girl who had forcefully blasted open the entire door with a terrifying force that seemed inhuman.

He waved his hand.

The boy and girl looked at each other before parting. The two, who had talked about everything over the past two days, were finally going their separate ways.

All Ran Qing left behind was a simple farewell with a smile.

Goodbye, Mo Li.

It felt like a final farewell...

(End of this chapter)