Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 393 Deep
"The candle flame jumps three times, and the stream in front of the door circles three times..."

"Don't stay with the wind from the east, south, west or north; turn back when the cock crows at midnight."

"Li Wanjun, Li Wanjun, don't be lazy as the moon sets and you go west. There are hot meals waiting for you at home."

"Don't let the wandering spirits around the house get close, and the evil spirits and masters should quickly retreat..."

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered eerily before the mirror.

The man sitting in front of the mirror, head bowed, muttered eerily like a vengeful ghost.

He kept striking the small drum in his hand, and as the drumbeats echoed, his babbling gradually developed a jarring echo.

It was as if something else had appeared in the room and was whispering with him.

Upon seeing this scene, the two people standing at the door instinctively took a step back.

Long Zongshu murmured uneasily, "...Mo Li, have you ever seen a soul summoning before?"

As a descendant of the exorcising clan, Long Zongshu was clearly seeing such a scene for the first time.

For him, whose family tradition mainly involved dealing with mountain monsters and zombies, this kind of eerie and bizarre scene was too terrifying and completely beyond his ability to handle.

His nameless fire has very little effect on vengeful ghosts and wandering spirits.

The lack of ability brings intense anxiety.

But after Long Zongshu finished speaking, he found that Mo Li beside him did not say anything.

The girl just stared nervously at Ran Qing in front of the mirror, glancing out the window and into the corner of the room from time to time, as if searching for something.

It's as if they want to confirm something.

Her uneasy appearance suggested that she had sensed something was amiss.

Long Zongshu was taken aback by his companion's reaction.

He couldn't help but ask again in a low voice, "...Is there a problem?"

As he spoke, Long Zongshu also kept looking around the room like Mo Li, staring at the corners, windows, and ceiling.

But after scanning the room, he couldn't see anything.

I just felt the temperature getting lower and lower, and the flickering candlelight in the room was shaking more and more strangely.

Gradually, Ran Qing, who was sitting in front of the mirror with her back to them, began to experience some kind of abnormal distortion in the candlelight reflection on the wall.

Long Zongshu stared in astonishment as he watched Ran Qing's reflection on the wall transform from a hunched black figure into two!

Two hunched, dark figures connected to the ground on the left and right, linking with Ran Qing, who was sitting in front of the mirror.

Ran Qing, who was facing the mirror, seemed completely unaware of the strange phenomenon in the shadow behind her.

He merely tapped the small drum indifferently, muttering incantations to summon the spirits as if in a trance.

dong dong dong-

The muffled drumbeats grew increasingly rapid, echoing throughout the room and producing countless reverberations.

They seemed to have left the reinforced concrete apartment building and arrived at a gloomy, empty valley.

The sounds of drums and murmurs echoed continuously in the dark "valley," one after another.

Long Zongshu's eyes widened suddenly.

In the instant that the eerie echoes grew more rapid and noisier, he suddenly saw two shadows behind Ran Qing stand up at the same time.

But Ran Qing, standing in front of the mirror, was sitting there motionless.

The two standing shadows instantly grew incredibly tall, stretching all the way to the ceiling.

They both reached out and grabbed at Ran Qing in front of the mirror.

At the same time, in the flickering candlelight of the mirror, the reflection of Ran Qing in front of her changed.

The smooth, cold mirror no longer reflected Ran Qing's face.

Instead, it was a bloodied face, filled with pain and resentment.

Its mouth, stained with blood, was open, as if it were howling in pain in a mirror.

The terrifying scene startled Long Zongshu outside the door, who instinctively tried to rush inside.

But at that moment, Ran Qing, who was sitting in front of the mirror, suddenly raised her hand and dropped the small drum in her hand.

Before him, in the mirror, was a bloodied and terrifying face.

Behind him, two slender, tall black figures stretched out their claws to grab him.

Although it was supposed to be a ritual to summon the soul and question the ghost, the ritual had clearly taken an unexpected turn at this point.

Mo Li and Long Zongshu rushed in almost simultaneously.

But Ran Qing, sitting in front of the mirror, was completely indifferent to all these unusual changes.

He stared coldly at the bloody, grotesque face reflected in the mirror, as if he had expected it all. The moment that bloody face appeared, Ran Qing plunged his hands directly into the mirror.

Despite being a solid mirror, it rippled outwards like water.

Ran Qing's hand plunged directly into the bloodied face, coldly grasping it.

The eerie murmurs echoing in the air paused for a moment.

Even the two eerie black shadows behind Ran Qing seemed to have grasped nothing.

The unusual sight startled Long Zongshu, who cried out, "Ran Qing!"

But the next second, Ran Qing crashed into the cold, smooth mirror.

—It wasn't that I was dragged away by the vengeful ghost in the mirror.

His cold profile and the sight of him rushing in while clutching his bloodied face clearly showed that he was deliberately walking into the abyss!

That bloodied, hideous face was being forcibly pressed back by Ran Qing, trembling wildly as if it were howling in agony.

The next second, Ran Qing's massive body crashed directly into the tiny bronze mirror.

The enormous living human body vanished in the blink of an eye, like a torrent being sucked into a sewer vortex.

Instantly, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The fallen drum, the overturned bronze mirror, and the extinguished candles... the chaotic scene shocked Long Zongshu and Mo Li.

Long Zongshu rushed anxiously to the mirror, held it up, and shouted, "Ran Qing!"

He put his hands in front of him, trying to imitate Ran Qing's posture as he rushed into the mirror.

But when your fingers touch the cold mirror surface, they can't penetrate any further.

Seeing this scene, Mo Li's expression changed drastically, and he murmured, "...He's entered the Wujiang Ghost Realm again?"

"This is impossible!"

"It was clearly just a ritual to summon a spirit..."

Mo Li couldn't understand.

……

The cold touch kept wriggling and squeezing around Ran Qing.

He clutched the bloodied face and kept crashing it into the darkness ahead.

This hideous, bloodied face was screaming in agony.

After crashing into the darkness reflected in the mirror, Ran Qing was finally able to hear the wailing of that human face.

But this thing is not Li Hongye's father.

Therefore, Ran Qing's hand was also quite ruthless.

He gripped the bloodied human face tightly, and the Yin energy of the spirit medium spread from his ten fingers to the ghost's skin.

The vengeful ghost howled in agony, its screams piercingly sharp.

Finally, Ran Qing grabbed the human's face and pushed it into a barren land.

His feet once again touched solid ground.

In the surrounding darkness, pairs of blood-red, cold eyes wriggled among the ruins.

But after the wailing of the vengeful ghost, those blood-red eyes vanished instantly as if startled.

I don't know if they've hidden themselves or gone far away.

Ran Qing stared coldly at the gloomy ghost realm before her, clutching the bloody human face in her hand.

He said expressionlessly, "...I'm looking for Teacher Li, what are you doing here?"

This was the first time he had set foot on this unfamiliar land.

But looking at the eerie ruins all around, and feeling the pungent smell of blood in the air.

And all around were those faint, densely packed, blood-red ghost eyes.

Ran Qing roughly guessed where this place was.

This must be the deepest part of the Ghost Gate in the Wujiang Ghost Realm, the place where those wandering ghosts finally set foot.

It seems that Li Hongye's father has indeed been dead for a long time.

We've already entered this place...

Clutching the vengeful spirit in her hand, Ran Qing said coldly, "I was looking for Teacher Li, and you managed to get out... so you should be able to help me, right?"

(End of this chapter)