Three times married to Yama

Haunted?

An entire family died? I was stunned.

Our village is called Changyue Village. As far back as I can remember, Changyue Village has always been relatively peaceful and tranquil. Although there are occasional arguments among the villagers, the overall atmosphere is quite harmonious.

I've never heard of anything like ghosts.

Why did such a horrifying thing happen right after my father left?

Is this a coincidence? Or...?

"Aunt Hui, do you know which family died?" I asked.

"That family seems to be surnamed Tian, ​​but I'm not familiar with your village. I only heard about them from other villagers on my way to find you," Aunt Hui replied.

I nodded. "I'll go back to my room and change my clothes. Aunt Hui, please wait for me a moment."

I quickly went back inside to change my clothes, and when I went downstairs, I saw Aunt Hui craning her neck to look into the yard through the small window.

Seeing me come out of the house, Aunt Hui quickly shrank back and then paced anxiously back and forth at the gate of the yard.

"Aunt Hui," I walked towards her and asked worriedly, "You were pricked by a thorn last night, how are you now?"

My question startled Aunt Hui, who stared intently at me before asking, "What? Last night? What? What?

Seeing Aunt Hui's shocked expression, I was also puzzled.

"Aunt Hui, you haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

She composed herself, her expression becoming even more serious than before. Frowning, she said to me, "Lan Yin, don't be scared when I tell you, I stayed at the town hotel all night. Who...who did you see last night?"

Did she not leave the town hotel last night?

I glanced at Aunt Hui discreetly; she looked very sincere and worried.

She sighed helplessly again, "It seems that news of Senior Brother's disappearance has spread to all walks of life. Lan Yin, you're being watched."

"Why are you targeting me?" I couldn't help but ask.

Aunt Hui, "You are your senior brother's only descendant. Those who want your senior brother's treasures or other things will all set their sights on you."

"But why would they think my dad's treasures are on me? Aunt Hui, I really don't know what treasures my dad had, or maybe those treasures have already disappeared with my dad." I looked at Aunt Hui, my eyes filled with helplessness and innocence.

Aunt Hui just sighed, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

I turned and walked out of the courtyard, saying to Aunt Hui, "I'm going to check on the Tian family."

Regardless of who that "Aunt Hui" was last night, if she's trying to take advantage of the Hundred Ghosts Record or make a move against me...

That depends on whether she has the ability.

"I'll go with you," Aunt Hui hurriedly followed me.

In Changyue Village, there is only one family surnamed Tian, ​​with a total of six people. The two elderly people stay in the village with their grandson and granddaughter, while their son and daughter-in-law work outside.

When I arrived, the area outside the Tian family's house was already crowded with people, but the police had not yet arrived.

Some of the bolder villagers went inside to check, but they came running out less than a minute later, covering their mouths and scrambling to their feet.

Some skeptical people followed them in, only to come out vomiting. After a few times, no one dared to go in anymore.

I stood on the periphery of the crowd, just like everyone else, tiptoeing and craning my neck to look inside, but I didn't go in.

At that moment, I didn't want to attract anyone's attention; I just wanted to see what had happened to the Tian family.

Aunt Hui, who had come with me, stood beside me. She leaned closer and whispered, "Lan Yin, you are a descendant of my senior brother. A ghostly murder has occurred here. Aren't you going in to investigate?"

Upon hearing this, I looked at Aunt Hui, my eyes filled with terror. "Aunt Hui, I'm just a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken. I can't even watch a chicken being killed. Are you going to make me go to the crime scene now?"

"Besides, although my father used to be a Taoist priest, he never taught me any skills. Aunt Hui, you should go and take a look."

As I spoke, I stepped back a little.

After hearing what I said, Aunt Hui's expression suddenly turned stern. She grabbed my arm and said, "How could someone as capable as my senior brother have such a cowardly descendant like you! Even if my senior brother didn't teach you any skills, you still can't be so timid and cowardly!"

"Come inside with me!"

I quickly refused, "No, Aunt Hui, I won't go in..."

However, Aunt Hui didn't listen to me at all and pulled me into the Tian family's house. When the surrounding villagers saw that Aunt Hui was dressed as a Taoist nun, they all made way for us.

I struggled in dissatisfaction, but couldn't help but smile as I lowered my head.

Aunt Hui gave me the opportunity to enter the house; if I had just gone in on my own, the others would have found it strange.

After all, in the eyes of the villagers, I was a sickly and frail girl from the Lan family.

Actually, you could smell the blood outside the yard, but the smell was even stronger inside the house, making you want to vomit.

The floor of the entire main room was almost completely soaked in blood.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock—

Blood was dripping from above my head, making a sticky, dripping sound.

I looked up and saw four heads hanging from the roof beam by red ropes. Their necks seemed to have been torn off, revealing irregular flesh, and blood was dripping down the flesh.

The four heads belonged to the two elderly people of the Tian family, as well as their grandson and granddaughter.

With a gust of wind, the heads swayed in the air. Their faces were ashen, their eyes bulging, and all four pairs of eyes were staring at me, as if telling a story of resentment.

This scene kept stimulating my brain, and my blood seemed to boil at that moment, with a raging fire burning in my heart!

The two elderly people in the Tian family were kind and warm-hearted, and their grandson and granddaughter were also very cute and polite. They were well-liked in the village and would always greet me with a smile when they saw me. But now they are four cold heads hanging from the roof beam.

They died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Lan Yin, this is not something a human being would do," Aunt Hui sighed, looking up.

I clenched my fists tightly, and when I looked up at Aunt Hui again, all I could see in my eyes was fear and dread.

"Aunt Hui, why do you think it was done by a ghost or monster, and not a psychopathic killer?" I asked timidly.

Seeing my terrified expression, Aunt Hui looked at me with exasperation. "Don't you sense anything strange about this house?"

To me, nothing in this room is right. There's blood all over the floor and heads on the roof beams. Does this make sense?

"Aunt Hui, why is there something amiss at the crime scene?" I replied.

"Oh dear, you—"

Aunt Hui gave me a speechless look, took a deep breath, and continued, "Look at the wounds on their necks. Aren't they blackened and surrounded by a faint bluish tinge?"