The Three Pure Ones' Secret: Expressing Spirit

After some persuasion, the community security guard finally let us through. Boss Huang's face was full of apologetic smiles. He repeatedly bowed and apologized, and personally led Fan Biao, me, Peng Guoqiang and the rest of us back into the courtyard of his villa.

Stepping into the courtyard, the precious flowers and trees planted in the yard are growing lushly, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the evening breeze. Despite being a luxurious and elegant home environment, there is an indescribable cold and silence everywhere. Even the wind flowing in the air carries a bit of a chill, and there is no trace of the warmth and liveliness that an ordinary home should have.

The group entered the spacious and brightly lit living room one after another. The light from the crystal chandelier shone down, reflecting the various expressions on their faces. I secretly believed that Fan Biao was a genuinely skilled yin-yang master, far superior to Peng Guoqiang, a charlatan who only knew empty talk. Although I myself was only a novice with limited knowledge, my two years of interaction with Old Fan had made it clear to me that the Huang family had truly and genuinely offended some evil spirit, and it was not just a result of my usual wild speculations.

Peng Guoqiang stood to the side, his gaze falling on the composed and steady Fan Biao, and his mind immediately cleared. Now that an expert was present, his cobbled-together, rambling nonsense instantly became utterly useless. He awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, abandoning his usual showy demeanor, and quietly shrank back in the crowd, arms folded in front of him, standing obediently, ready to watch Fan Biao demonstrate his skills, no longer daring to interrupt or say anything out of turn.

Fan Biao's expression was cold and stern. Without uttering a single superfluous word of politeness, he casually took the black canvas bag off his shoulder and placed it steadily on the smooth solid wood coffee table. He reached out and unzipped the bag, revealing neatly arranged items such as a cinnabar pen, a peach wood plaque, incense, a compass, and a stack of neatly folded yellow paper talismans. Each magical artifact was arranged in an orderly manner, exuding an aura of power at a glance.

The Huang couple exchanged a tense glance, their bodies slightly stiff, their faces filled with fear and urgency. They quickly stepped forward, their eyes fixed on Fan Biao, their voices urgent: "Master Fan, our family is in constant turmoil, and our elders are growing increasingly frail. Please, you must lend a helping hand!"

Fan Biao nodded slightly, his expression solemn and calm. He reached out and pulled out several neatly made yellow talismans. He looked up at the two people in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "How many people live in your household now? Please state them clearly."

Mr. Huang quickly straightened up and replied, "There are four people in my family: my wife, my two elderly parents, and I. We all live in this villa. Our children are away at school."

"Oh, I see." Upon hearing this, Fan Biao immediately handed four talismans to the two men, his expression serious as he carefully instructed them, "Take these talismans, one for each person in the family. Fold them carefully in half and keep them close to your body. Do not take them out casually. Remember, you must not take a bath or wash tonight, and you must not let the talismans on your body get wet at all. Once the talisman paper gets damp and loses its effectiveness, evil spirits will easily approach and haunt you."

Madam Huang carefully took the talisman, her fingertips trembling slightly. She quickly and carefully stuffed it into her inner pocket, nodding repeatedly in agreement: "We've got it. We'll definitely follow the rules tonight and won't be negligent in the slightest."

Boss Huang responded repeatedly, his face full of gratitude: "Thank you very much, young master, we will definitely remember this."

After giving me all the instructions, Fan Biao turned to look at me with a calm and powerful gaze, and said softly, "Take me to the room where you sensed something was wrong. I'm going to check on my brother."

I immediately nodded in agreement and took the lead heading towards the second floor. Peng Guoqiang, the Huang family, and their husbands followed closely behind. The group moved with utmost care, like thieves in the middle of the afternoon, walking along the softly carpeted stairwell. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the faint sound of their breathing. A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire building.

Before long, I led Fan Biao to the door of the master bedroom where Boss Huang and his wife lived, the very room that had previously given me the chilling feeling. As we approached the door, the gloomy atmosphere around us grew even stronger, and Fan Biao frowned slightly, clearly sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere here.

He calmly pulled a brand-new yellow talisman from his pocket, held it firmly between his index and middle fingers, and began to mutter an obscure Taoist mantra in a low voice, the words deep and ancient, echoing through the corridor.

As the incantation was slowly recited, the temperature in the hallway suddenly dropped a few degrees, and the surrounding light seemed to dim slightly. After reciting the incantation, Fan Biao raised the hand holding the talisman and first aimed it at my brow, eyes, and acupoints all over my body, slowly casting several mysterious and difficult-to-understand hand gestures. His movements were smooth and natural, flowing like clouds and water, carrying an awe-inspiring righteousness.

Then he raised his hand and quickly made several strange hand gestures in front of his forehead. With a slight movement of spiritual energy at his fingertips, the yellow talisman he was holding spontaneously combusted without fire. The dark blue flames slowly rose up, making the dim corridor flicker.

The flames slowly burned upwards along the talisman paper, and were about to burn his fingertips, but Fan Biao remained calm and composed, showing no intention of dodging. Only when the flames were about to touch his fingers did he casually toss the burnt talisman paper scraps to the ground.

After completing this series of actions, he turned to look at me, who was slightly stunned, and lowered his voice, speaking seriously, "I've opened the path to the underworld for you. Be careful later; no matter what terrifying or bizarre sights you encounter, stay calm! Don't scream!"

I felt a little embarrassed, thinking, "Dude, how could I be so timid? We've been through some things together, and you don't even trust me?" But I didn't really care, thinking this old guy was probably just worried I'd get scared.

As the vision of the underworld was fully opened, the world before the guy's eyes seemed to be completely overturned. The originally ordinary and plain scene of the corridor was instantly covered with a layer of cold and turbid death aura.

I took a deep breath of the icy air, suppressing the tension surging in my heart. I exchanged a glance with Fan Biao, then gently placed my hand on the doorknob of the master bedroom. The instant my fingertips touched the door, a bone-chilling cold shot straight from my palm to the top of my head, making my scalp tingle.

I gritted my teeth slightly, slowly exerted force, and together with Fan Biao, pushed open the door to the master bedroom of the couple.

The moment the door opened, the guy froze on the spot, his blood seemed to freeze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, his mind went blank, and he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

The once clean, tidy, and exquisitely decorated master bedroom no longer resembles a warm and cozy home!

The entire room was shrouded in a thick, blood-red mist. The mist churned and surged, like viscous blood slowly flowing through the room, a glaring and eerie red, carrying a strong, oppressive, and suffocating aura of malevolence. As the mist rose and fell, it blurred the furniture, bed, and curtains in the room, distorting the light and shadow, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

What's even more horrifying is that the smooth wooden floor is covered with countless, layered, bloody footprints.

The footprints were all the same size, haphazardly intertwined, stretching from the depths of the room all the way to the doorway, as if some unseen thing was pacing back and forth in this bedroom day and night, refusing to leave.

An overwhelming fear gripped my heart instantly. My throat tightened, my heart pounded, my legs went weak, and I instinctively swallowed hard, my breath becoming stiff and labored.

I turned my head, my voice trembling slightly, and whispered to Fan Biao beside me, "Old Fan... what... what is this? Blood mist... and bloody footprints all over the ground, it's fucking terrifying!"

Peng Guoqiang and his wife, the owners behind us, couldn't see anything unusual. They only felt that the air on the second floor had suddenly become cold and biting, and the atmosphere was frighteningly oppressive. The group held their breath, not daring to make a sound, and could only stare nervously at our backs, their faces full of unease.

Fan Biao's expression was extremely solemn, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes fixed on the churning crimson mist inside the room. All his ease had vanished, replaced by seriousness and astonishment. He slowly exhaled and whispered to me, "Don't panic, calm down. This red mist is the accumulated, dense, malevolent blood energy, a manifestation of being haunted by evil spirits and filled with intense resentment."

He pointed to the dense, bloody footprints on the ground, his voice hoarse and deep: "These footprints on the ground are left by the spirits of those who died unjustly and lingered in this house every night. They have been here for a long time, their resentment lingering, and their malevolent energy has permeated the entire house, leaving behind this eerie mist."

I was shocked and immediately asked, "If they are his footprints, why is he clinging to this family and refusing to leave? The Huang couple have already paid compensation and done their best to settle things; their resentment should have dissipated by now."

Fan Biao shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the blood-filled bedroom with a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes: "I'm also a little confused. Usually, the resentment of those who die unjustly dissipates after being comforted and given a ritual to let them pass on. But this ghost seems to have a very deep obsession and a very strong malevolent aura. It's clinging to the house and refusing to leave. There might be another story behind this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal me to step back for the moment, then turned and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor where the two elderly people lived.

The closer you get to the elderly person's room, the more chilling and terrifying the surrounding atmosphere becomes.

Compared to the master bedroom, the scene in the elderly person's room is more eerie and dangerous.

Outside the door crack, wisps of crimson mist drifted out, swirling and billowing. On the floor by the door, a few faint crimson footprints were scattered. Although the marks were not as dense as those in the master bedroom, they exuded a more gloomy and resentful aura.

The elderly are already weak in yang energy and have a weaker destiny. When yin evil invades the house, the two elderly people are the first to suffer. No wonder they were tormented to the point of exhaustion and becoming increasingly haggard in just half a month.

A tremendous fear pressed down on my heart. My palms were slightly sweaty, and my back was already soaked with cold sweat. I stayed close to Fan Biao and whispered, "Old Fan, something's even more wrong here... The fog is thicker, and the evil aura is stronger. The old man lives in there, and I'm afraid he's being attacked by evil spirits every night."

Fan Biao said in a deep voice, "The elderly have weak yang energy and are most susceptible to evil spirits. The resentment in this room is even stronger than that in the master bedroom."

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the trembling in my heart, and tried to steady my shaking body: "Then... should we not go in yet? The malevolent energy here is too fierce."

Fan Biao turned and glanced at me. Seeing that although I was filled with fear and my face was pale, I was still standing steadily without panicking or losing my composure. He gave me a slight look of approval.

He said in a deep voice, "Now that we're here, we must thoroughly investigate the root cause. Calm down and don't make a sound."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer, raised his hand to grasp the doorknob, and pushed it forward sharply.

"Squeak—"

The door swung open with a bang.

In an instant, an even denser and more turbulent crimson mist surged out, completely filling the entire room. The thick, murky crimson mist obscured the bed, furniture, and decorations, blurring the view and making it almost impossible to distinguish anything in the room.

The entire room had transformed into a blood-red cage teeming with malevolent energy, deathly silent, gloomy, and terrifying to the extreme.

The room was filled with a swirling, crimson mist that refused to dissipate, and a chilling, malevolent aura emanated from it, making one's chest feel tight and one's breathing labored.

Fan Biao stared at the overwhelming, lingering malevolent aura within the room, his face darkening completely. His expression shifted from relaxed to grave and apprehensive. Having worked in the underworld for many years, he had witnessed countless instances of malevolent spirits haunting homes, but such a dense and solidified blood-red aura was far beyond what ordinary, unjustly deceased ghosts could condense.

I stood to the side, my heart pounding, cold sweat pouring down my back, staring intently at the swirling fog in the room, not daring to even breathe.

The Huang couple behind them couldn't see the blood mist phenomenon, but they could clearly feel the chilling aura emanating from it. Their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled slightly, and they clenched their hands nervously, their eyes filled with fear and unease. Peng Guoqiang stood at the back, his usual carefree smile completely gone, his expression restrained, watching Fan Biao's actions obediently without uttering a single word.

Without hesitation, Fan Biao swiftly reached into his pocket and precisely pulled out a brand-new golden talisman. This talisman was different from ordinary yellow talismans; its surface was gilded and subtly glowing. As soon as it was taken out, the biting chill in the surroundings was instantly dispelled by a surge of righteous energy, and the oppressive atmosphere eased slightly.

With a flick of his wrist, the talisman unfolded smoothly, his movements swift and decisive. He then firmly affixed the golden talisman to the back of the old man's door.

After affixing the talisman, he turned around, his gaze serious and sharp, his tone extremely solemn, and solemnly instructed the anxious Mr. and Mrs. Huang: "This is a Golden Light Talisman, specially designed to cure evil spirits in a house, drive away all evil energy in the house, suppress the wandering evil spirits and resentment in the house, and protect the yang energy of the whole house."

He paused, his brow furrowed, and his tone was serious and unquestionable: "Your family's situation is special. The evil energy is too strong, and the hidden danger has not been completely eradicated. We must stay and catch that ghost."

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Huang were taken aback, then their eyes filled with overwhelming joy and gratitude. They nodded repeatedly, saying, "Thank you so much, Master Fan! Thank you both!"

Fan Biao raised his hand to suppress their thanks and continued to give his instructions in a deep voice, each word firm and clear, leaving no room for negligence: "I will go to your master bedroom later and place a golden talisman there as well. Tonight, all of you should stay in your bedrooms, close the doors tightly, and just go to sleep."

"No matter what noises, strange sounds, or footsteps you hear at night, even if someone calls your names, absolutely do not open the door, peek out, or step out of your bedroom! As long as you stay in the room protected by the talisman, the ghost cannot get in. Open the door when the sun rises tomorrow morning, and we will be waiting for you in the living room downstairs."

His tone was extremely stern, and his expression solemn and cold, instantly making the couple, who had initially harbored a glimmer of hope, tense up. They quickly nodded emphatically, their expressions both flustered and earnest: "We remember! We will definitely obey and will absolutely not leave the room tonight!"

After explaining all the precautions, Fan Biao said no more and turned to walk steadily toward the couple's master bedroom.

The master bedroom, which had been wide open, was still shrouded in a bloody mist. Countless bloody footprints were silently imprinted on the floor, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. Fan Biao's expression remained unchanged, his face still solemn. He took out another gilded talisman from his pocket and precisely affixed it to the back of the master bedroom door.

Two talismans for suppressing evil were affixed one after the other. The thick, cold, malevolent aura in the second-floor corridor visibly weakened, and the churning blood mist slowly stopped and subsided. The suffocatingly fierce aura was finally temporarily suppressed.

As I watched Fan Biao's calm and professional demeanor, I couldn't help but feel impressed.

Peng Guoqiang's deceptive rhetoric was utterly worthless in the face of this truly ominous and malevolent situation. It was fortunate that Lao Fan arrived today; otherwise, this family would have been doomed tonight by my own.

After doing all this, Fan Biao finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at us with a serious expression, and gestured for us to go downstairs to discuss the follow-up arrangements.