Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 402 Siege
Seeing Mo Li's confusion, Ran Qing shook her head.

"Could you please bury this spirit tablet in the large vat in the main room and cover it with incense ash?"

Ran Qing didn't offer much explanation.

Mo Li took the life tablet with a blank expression, not knowing what Ran Qing was up to, but still followed Ran Qing's instructions and carried the life tablet into the house, burying the gloomy little wooden tablet in the large vat in the corner of the main room.

The large, cold vat was filled with the incense ash of the spirit medium.

The somber little wooden sign was buried there, without any movement.

Mo Li then turned and went out, where he saw Ran Qing chewing and swallowing a hamburger on her plate, occasionally taking a sip of cola.

But he didn't wolf it down; instead, he chewed and swallowed slowly.

Mo Li was somewhat surprised: "...Aren't you hungry?"

Ran Qing had been starving for three days and three nights, yet she ate so slowly and methodically, which was quite unexpected.

Ran Qing shook her head and said, "I've been hungry for too long, so I can't eat too much at once, nor can I eat too fast."

This is what his grandmother told him when he was a child.

Ran Qing chewed her food carefully and swallowed slowly.

Outside the concrete building, a thick fog swept through, and a chilling wind blew in gusts, with a huge, ghostly figure vaguely visible flitting about in the mist.

Those sinister ancient ghost soldiers still hadn't left, lingering and wandering around the area, seemingly unwilling to depart.

Mo Li looked at the commotion in the thick fog with some surprise.

"...Aren't these things afraid of you?"

Mo Li looked at Ran Qing in surprise: "You've been awake for so long, and they still don't seem to be planning to leave..."

Mo Li's expression turned somewhat grim.

This is not a good sign.

The fact that the ancient ghost soldiers crowded around the Yin Altar could be explained by the fact that the Yin people were asleep and the Yin Altar was not very powerful.

But now that Ran Qing has been awake for so long, these pale, ghostly figures still haven't left and are still lingering nearby—aren't they afraid of the spirit medium's altar?
Ran Qing squinted at the thick fog outside and said, "No rush. After I've eaten and rested for a while, I'll set up the altar and cast a spell to see if I can scare these things away."

They chewed and swallowed in small bites for more than ten minutes.

Ran Qing finally finished the two hamburgers and felt full.

After slumping in a chair and resting for more than half an hour, the feeling of weakness gradually subsided.

While waiting, Ran Qing inquired in detail about what had happened during her period of unconsciousness.

But Mo Li couldn't explain it either, because not long after the ghost mist appeared, the corpse-driving Taoist Liu Fang and the old ghost behind the ghost-raising man came to ask for help.

The two sides had barely met and exchanged a few words when the traces of the ancient Luo ghost soldiers appeared in the thick fog outside, leaving no time for a detailed discussion.

This place is clearly a shrine for spirit mediums, yet those ancient ghost soldiers still tried to rush in.

At the most dangerous moment, Ran Jianfei's corpse even appeared flying through the thick fog...

The flying zombie, along with the ancient ghost soldiers, charged towards the Yin Altar.

Fortunately, Zong Shu's nameless fire was able to restrain it, and with the bamboo balls given by Zong Shu's grandfather, the flying zombie was temporarily scared away.

Although the flying zombie disappeared into the thick fog, Zong Shu vaguely sensed that it hadn't gone far and was still lingering nearby, just further away.

Meanwhile, Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, along with the old ghost, stood at the edge of the Yin altar, confronting the evil spirits lingering outside.

That corpse-driving Taoist priest, Liu Fang, brought out all the talismans passed down from his sect; he was risking his life.

In the thick fog, some scattered vengeful spirits even tried to take advantage of the chaos and rush into the Yin Altar.

Before Ran Qing woke up, everyone, including Mo Li, was forced to stand at the edge of the Yin Altar to drive away and attack any evil spirits that tried to enter the area of ​​the Yin Altar.

Now that Ran Qing has awakened, the Yin altar of the Yin-walking people has begun to revive, and the pressure on Mo Li and the others has lessened considerably. The two talked for a while, and just as they finished explaining the situation, a strange sound suddenly came from the thick fog outside.

A strong smell of blood hit me.

Ran Qing's expression changed slightly upon smelling the blood.

Mo Li jumped up immediately, grabbed Sixth Aunt's dead man's hammer, and rushed out.

"...It's a flying zombie! The flying zombies are here again!"

The flying zombies, which had been lurking and wandering in the thick fog for a long time, suddenly launched an attack at this moment.

Fortunately, the figures in the fog moved quickly, and three raging flames burst forth on Long Zongshu's shoulders. Accompanying the burst of flames was Long Zongshu's throwing motion—he hurled something outwards.

As the spherical black shadow was thrown out, a series of rapid, strange noises rang out in the fog.

The bamboo ball that Grandpa Zongshu gave us made a piercing sound that was unbearable not only for zombies but also for living people, causing their eardrums to ache.

Ran Qing, who was resting in a chair, was about to get up to help when the commotion outside stopped a few seconds later.

The strong, pungent smell of blood abruptly dissipated.

Clearly, the flying zombies were only making a probing attack, and they quickly retreated when they encountered resistance.

The cement courtyard at the entrance was temporarily quiet.

As the flying zombies retreated, the pale, ghostly figures drifting in the mist also seemed to have left.

In the thick white fog, it was difficult to see the movement of the huge ghostly figure as it swept past, stirring up the fog.

But Ran Qing did not let her guard down, because Mo Li and the others who were standing at the edge of the courtyard had not returned.

Clearly, the danger outside still exists, but the fog is too thick, and those things cannot be seen if they move a little further away.

Ran Qing sat on the chair and rested for a long time. Only after his strength gradually recovered did he take a deep breath and get up from the chair.

"I'm going to open the Yin altar."

Ran Qing pushed open the main door of the hall, preparing to go in, open the Yin altar, and begin the incantation and ritual.

But as soon as Ran Qing entered the main room, she heard the sinister laughter and mockery of the evil lords.

"……No……"

"They've all run away..."

"Next time, just take action directly..."

"Tricked them into coming here to eat..."

The evil lords kept rambling on and on, coming up with all sorts of terrible ideas.

Ran Qing looked back, but the fog was still thick and white, obscuring the view in the distance.

But the figures standing frozen on the cement courtyard were already walking towards this place.

The cheerful laughter of Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, echoed through the mist.

"It still has to be a spirit medium... As soon as you give the word, all those things outside run away."

As Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, spoke, he walked directly to the door of the main room, plopped down on the cement floor by the door, and sighed as if he had been hollowed out.

"Sigh... I almost lost my life this time, but thankfully you three kids saved me. Zangke is such a dangerous place, I would never come here as an investigator again, no matter how much money you offer."

"Those ancient evil spirits are just like the evil lord... no! They're even more sinister and troublesome than the evil lord!"

The corpse-driving Taoist sighed and complained, then started cursing his superior for sending him to such a dangerous place.

(End of this chapter)