Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 45 Well

All the hairs on Ran Qing's body suddenly exploded.

A deep and cold chill instantly spread throughout the body.

He entered the coffin and lay on Li Hongye's body!
But the next second, Ran Qing found himself still falling.

The coffin was obviously only that big, but after he fell in, it was as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit, and his body continued to fall.

A dizzying feeling of weightlessness came over him, and Ran Qing felt his body falling in the darkness in shock.

A rapid shouting sounded in my ears.

“…We can delay it as long as we can!”

"I couldn't hold it any longer, so I just vomited out the contents of my mouth!"

The hoarse and rapid cry came from Aunt Six.

She was shouting: "The best thing about being alive is..."

But Ran Qing's body suddenly stopped, and his feet actually stepped on the solid ground.

In an instant, Aunt Liu’s screams, the damp pine forest, the cold coffin…all these things disappeared into the distance.

In Ran Qing's vision, there was only a dark and cold old forest, and a loess road extending through the gloomy forest.

This is where I entered last time.

He returned to the ghost world of Wujiang!
Ran Qing's heart skipped a beat and he immediately turned around to look around.

This time, there was no gate to Sixth Aunt's house behind him. In front and behind him were only dark and eerie woods and a sloping upward dirt road.

In the dark woods, among the crooked dead trees, twisted vines and branches grow everywhere.

There was a chill in the air, but the graves scattered in the woods that Ran Qing had seen last time were nowhere to be seen.

The dark and gloomy old forest was empty, with nothing in it.

Ugly little people dragging red ropes around Ran Qing ran around, making strange noises and babbling. They desperately pushed Ran Qing's shoes, trying to push Ran Qing forward.

At Ran Qing's feet, a number of ferocious dead faces were wriggling under his feet.

These translucent dead faces were biting each other and wriggling within two meters of Ran Qing, like a huge lump of ice powder.

Ran Qing took a step forward, and these ferocious dead faces also moved a step along with him.

“I’m back again…”

Ran Qing looked at the squirming dead faces, biting the bones in his mouth, and muttered to himself.

He held the wooden-handled bone hammer in his right hand, put his left hand in his pocket, and walked slowly forward.

The cold Nuo opera mask was hung on the chest by a rope.

Aunt Liu sent him in, and from then on he had to rely on himself.

These red string figurines and dead faces should be all the help Aunt Six gave him.

Ran Qing stared silently ahead, taking steady steps without any hesitation or fear, as he walked towards the depths of the old woods.

Little red rope people ran around him, and the jumping red ropes gathered into a red carpet under his feet, extending deep into the loess road.

Ran Qing quickly walked out of the dark woods and saw the dark pass between two bare mountains in the distance.

Wuzhai Pass, the legendary entrance to the ancient Luo Kingdom and the gate to the Wujiang ghost world...

But this time, Wuzhai Pass was empty, with no wandering ghosts.

As empty as the woods behind Ran Qing.

Ran Qing walked slowly forward with the dead man's hammer in his hand. When he got closer, he was surprised to see a sick old dog lying in the shadow of Wuzhai Pass.

Seeing Ran Qing appear, the old dog in the shadow immediately got up and wagged its tail happily at Ran Qing, as if it had been waiting for a while.

Ran Qing was a little bit unbelievable.

"...Little Cotton?" He subconsciously took a step back, with the death hammer in his hand ready to strike.

This translucent dog looks exactly like Little Cotton. But this is the Wujiang Ghost Realm! How did she get in?
Ran Qing was shocked and confused.

Little Mianhua didn't notice Ran Qing's vigilance. She wagged her tail happily, then turned and ran into the dark forest behind Wuzhai Pass, as if leading Ran Qing.

The little red rope figures under Ran Qing's feet also kept jumping forward, pushing Ran Qing forward. The direction of the little red rope figures' jumping was surprisingly the same as that of the little cotton.

So, Xiao Mianhua was also sent in by Aunt Liu to help?

Ran Qing remembered what Sixth Aunt said, that Little Mianhua was once the medium of that bald man from Southeast Asia.

Although I don't quite understand what a medium is...

Ran Qing took a deep breath and followed Xiaomianhua into the Wuzhai Pass and into the dark woods.

The last time he ran into Li Hongye was here. At that time, the forest was full of strange graves. Li Hongye's presence here almost killed Ran Qing.

But this time when we entered Wuzhai Pass, all the graves in the dark old woods disappeared.

The bumpy loess road was cold and desolate, with an ominous and spooky atmosphere hanging in the air.

The further you go in, the stronger the cold atmosphere becomes.

A deep darkness submerged the world. Ran Qing could only see the mountain road around him, but could not see anything further away.

But Little Cotton was looming in the darkness, always leading the way for Ran Qing.

Although it was pitch black in here, she was not affected.

The little people on the red ropes under Ran Qing's feet also squeaked and kept running forward.

After walking like this for an unknown amount of time, Ran Qing suddenly saw something in the darkness ahead.

A dark, pale thing was wriggling silently in the darkness, like an ugly, pale eye of a dead fish.

Ran Qing took a few more steps forward before he could clearly see that it was a white lantern. There were no words on the lantern, and it didn't emit any light. It hung eerily at the door of a dilapidated old house, looking abandoned.

The old house, also deserted and dilapidated, quietly appeared in the darkness, with nothing around it. The loess fence had collapsed in half, and a strange well could be seen inside the fence.

All the hairs on Ran Qing's body suddenly stood up.

The yard was clearly empty, but he felt inexplicably creepy and always felt that there was something terrifying in the well.

Staring at the dilapidated old house, Ran Qing slowly moved forward.

The ghost walker's special perception of dead things made him feel an extremely fierce, cold and malicious feeling when he stood at the door of this old house.

There's definitely something in this yard!
And it’s scarier than the old ghost I saw last night and the witch I ran into today combined!
But judging from the red rope figurine and the little cotton things, his destination is not here, and Li Hongye is not in this yard.

There's something else in this yard.

Ran Qing stared at the yard intently. When he passed the door, the white lantern hanging on the door suddenly shook, as if it had noticed something.

In the eerie well, there was a sound of splashing water. Something crawled out from the bottom of the well and was wriggling along the wall.

The rustling sound of friction echoed in the well, which was extremely creepy.

Ran Qing stared at the wellhead and froze in place.

The little people made of red ropes at his feet continued to scream strangely, surrounding Ran Qing tightly.

A pale face flashed by in the dark and gloomy wellhead.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ran Qing froze in place, and heard the sound of water rushing from the well again.

That thing, seemingly seeing nothing, went back again...

The white lantern hanging on the door was shaking, and everything returned to silence.

Only Ran Qing had a pale face, staring at the well intently, and slowly left step by step, entering the deeper part of the Wujiang ghost world.

(End of this chapter)