The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 15: Stealing the body she got through her connections
At nightfall, the monks and Taoists at the mourning hall had stopped chanting, and only a few people were guarding the hall.

There was a loud thunder outside, rain and snow fell, and the cold wind howled, making the paper money in the mourning hall rustle. Some of the paper carriages, sedan chairs, and horses also had their colored paper lifted up, revealing their bamboo bones.

Seeing this, Lang Caimeng said, "The wind is a bit strong. Don't burn the paper money for now, lest it be blown away and start a fire."

In addition to the coffin, the most common things in the mourning hall are paper offerings. If they start burning, it will be troublesome.

"Yes, big brother." Lang Caicheng nodded and went over to extinguish the treasure basin. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back and turned around subconsciously: "Who?"

Lang Cai looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lang Caicheng felt uneasy. He looked at the rows of paper-made boys and girls, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Nothing. Maybe I am dazzled."

Just now he felt as if someone was staring at him, and the gaze was very cold.

Lang Caize from the third room laughed and said, "Could it be that Fourth Brother is afraid even in Grandfather's mourning hall?"

Lang Cai frowned and looked at him, somewhat disagreeing.

Lang Caicheng said awkwardly: "Of course I'm not afraid."

Lang Caize curled his lips, glanced at the paper products, and said, "The craftsmanship of Deng's Funeral Shop is superb. These boys and girls are made very well and lifelike, especially the eyes, which are painted very realistically, as if they were alive. Grandfather is blessed."

Seeing that he was talking more and more out of tune, Lang Caimeng scolded him, "Sixth brother, you must not talk nonsense in the mourning hall."

"Tsk, brother, instead of talking about me, it's better to talk about that village girl Lang Jiu. Compared to her, who never stops saying shocking things, I, the sixth brother, am just a dwarf compared to her. Besides, I'm not wrong. Look at these girls, aren't they beautiful? You tell me, fourth brother." Lang Caize looked at Lang Caichen, who was still a little frightened.

Lang Cai said with a sullen face, "Although my ninth sister has lived in the manor since she was a child, and she doesn't know how to dress up like the noble ladies in the capital, she is also my cousin, the child of my second uncle. You are being disrespectful to my second uncle and second aunt by mocking her like this."

Seeing him like this, Lang Caize also felt it was boring and said awkwardly: "Then I won't say anything."

He admired the most beautiful paper-made girl and touched her red lips. Then he turned around. However, he did not notice that the paper-made girl's eyes seemed to be alive, staring at the back of his head. Her bright red lips even twitched, which was very weird.

boom.

A strong wind blew, making the door bang, paper money flew everywhere, and negative energy rushed in from all directions, making the mourning hall, where the brazier had been extinguished, even colder.

Now, not only Lang Caicheng, but even Lang Caimeng and the others frowned. Why did they suddenly feel so cold?

Bang bang bang.

The door was hit by the wind a few times, and suddenly it was slammed shut, and the candles in the hall suddenly went out.

"What's going on?" Lang Caize's voice trembled a little.

Could it be that grandpa has come back?

Lang Caimeng was worthy of being the eldest grandson. After being surprised, he asked Lang Caicheng to get a tinder to relight the candle while he went to open the door.

However, the closed door remained motionless.

"Who's outside?" Lang Caimeng thought someone was playing a prank and asked loudly.

The only response he got was the whistling sound of the wind outside.

Lang Caimeng was about to ask again when he heard a shrill howl behind him. He was so scared that he almost peed the urine he had been holding on to on the spot. Turning his head, he saw Lang Caimeng holding a lit candle and looking in one direction in horror.

He looked again and saw Lang Caize standing in front of the row of boys and girls. His hands were grabbing in the air as if he was pulling something. His cheeks were sunken, his mouth was pouting, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He looked as if someone had pinched his cheeks.

This looks like a curse, right?

Or just pretending?

"Sixth brother, stop messing around!"

Lang Caize made a hoarse sound in his throat and spoke with difficulty: "Save..."

It doesn't look like he's pretending!
These words popped up in the minds of the two brothers, and they rushed over instantly. As soon as they got close, the evil spirit wrapped around them, and before them appeared a row of living boys and girls, surrounding them and spinning around them with a smile.

Several people: “!”

It is not common to see ghosts in front of the coffin, but it is not unheard of. There have been cases where the coffin lid could not be closed because the deceased's descendants were unfilial and refused to close their eyes and enter the reincarnation cycle, or where the coffin was too heavy to lift because of a grievance, but I have never heard of any boys and girls enshrined in the mourning hall turning into ghosts.

Now, the Lang family has set a precedent. The paper-made boy and girl came to life.

It's haunted.

Lang Caimeng and his companions screamed silently, looking at those strange ghost children with rosy cheeks and lips but pale faces, they wished they could die. Their expressions were even more miserable than those paper-made ghost children.

Without any prior arrangement, the three brothers rushed to the door and pulled it open like crazy.

They are going out.

Lang Jiuchuan came at this time. In the courtyard where monks and Taoists chanted scriptures during the day, only white flags were flying. Two or three servants were hanging up the white lanterns that were blown away by the wind under the corridor, and in the mourning hall, negative energy was already overflowing.

She narrowed her eyes.

Wow, there are some unlucky guys here.

Hearing the cry for help coming from inside, Lang Jiuchuan walked over and raised his foot.

boom.

The door was violently kicked open.

Lang Caimeng and his men who were standing at the door were hit head-on and fell to the ground with their heads tilted back.

The yin energy rushed towards Lang Jiuchuan.

The ghostly cry penetrated into the eardrum, cold and sharp.

Ugly.

Lang Jiuchuan waved his hand and said, "Shut up, it's too noisy!"

The chaotic cries of ghosts suddenly stopped.

But then, it rang again. It was so funny. Why should we listen to this sickly woman? Looking at her, she seems to be close to death. It would be better to let them use her body so that she can have another taste of the world.

However, there are not enough ghosts to share, so...

Whoever grabs it first owns it!

All of a sudden, many ghost shadows rushed towards Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan had just used a spell, and her body was weak. Suddenly, a ghost possessed her and tried to snatch control of her body.

This is the worst case scenario when a tiger is bullied by a dog in plain conditions.

Lang Jiuchuan laughed out of anger, she is weak but not so weak that these damn ghosts can bully her at will. She got this body with the help of her backers, but they want to snatch it away before she even warms it up. Is she tired of being a ghost?

The ghost of the underworld, why don’t you ask around?
Lang Jiuchuan directly pulled the little ghost out, and in front of the little ghosts who were still trying to possess him, he focused his mind on his hands and tore it apart.

Seeing the unlucky ghost who possessed them first being torn into pieces, the scared ghosts said: "!"

So terrifying.

This is a tough guy.

Shhhhhh.

The birds and beasts dispersed.

No ghost remains in the mourning hall.

I was afraid that if I ran too slowly, I would be torn into pieces by this evil guy. I couldn't afford to provoke him, but I could afford to hide from him.

Lang Jiuchuan did not chase after her. She waved her hand to disperse the negative energy in the mourning hall. After all, she was weak and could not stand the cold at all.

Turning her head, she met three pairs of dull eyes on the floor. She kicked Lang Caize's leg and said, "He's back to life."

(End of this chapter)