Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 146 The Disaster Ten Years Ago
Long Zongshu, who was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, envied Ran Qing.

Ran Qing remained silent.

Good at dealing with zombies and mountain monsters, but can't even see ghosts...

He judged others by his own standards and thought that all evil practitioners were proficient in various ways to deal with evil spirits.

But the appearance of Long Zongshu brought new knowledge to Ran Qing.

This kind of common sense is not mentioned in "Witchcraft, Ghosts and Magic" and "The Trial of the Second Sister and the Demon Slayer".

Perhaps for those who follow the right path, this common sense is like 1+1=2 and does not need to be elaborated on.

But for Ran Qing, who had no master to teach him and had never been exposed to other unorthodox methods, this common sense was new knowledge to him.

Ran Qing sighed and said, "Actually, being a ghost isn't that good..."

The abilities of ghost walkers are quite comprehensive, but ghost walkers throughout the ages have all died miserably.

Ran Qing would feel sad every time he thought of the scene where Aunt Six turned into a monster and followed the ancestors of the ghost-walking people to disappear in the depths of the ghost world of Wujiang.

At the same time, it is accompanied by a vague fear.

——He was afraid that he would become a monster in the future.

Looking at the forest under the night sky, Ran Qing said, "Let's go back first."

This place is quite far away from the Torch Festival.

Although Mr. Shou has temporarily hidden himself, he may have already left.

But Ran Qing still wanted to return to where there were more people and reunite with Mo Li.

He was worried that Mo Li would meet Master Shou.

Although he felt that even if he met Master Shou, Mo Li wouldn't be afraid...

On the dark mountain road, Ran Qing took out a flashlight and illuminated the road.

He could barely see in the dark, but Long Zongshu obviously couldn't.

Even though Ran Qing handed the flashlight to Long Zongshu, the other party still stumbled as he walked through the rugged mountain forest.

His 1.9-meter-tall and thin figure made his movements look extremely clumsy and his body balance was extremely poor.

The two walked even slower.

On the way, Ran Qing briefly explained his situation.

Long Zongshu suddenly realized: "So you only learned about these things recently..."

The main reason was that Long Zongshu and Ran Qing were not familiar with each other, otherwise he would have known about the complicated relationship in Ran Qing's family long ago.

After Ran Qing finished speaking about himself, he asked Long Zongshu, "You said your father died ten years ago, and Ran Jianfei carried his body back home... Do you know what happened ten years ago?"

Ran Qing stared at the thin bamboo pole with burning eyes.

Could it be that Long Zongshu's father also participated in that big event ten years ago with Aunt Six, Ran Jianfei and others?

Under the moonlight, the thin bamboo pole, who took the flashlight handed to him by Ran Qing and walked cautiously, nodded: "I know, ten years ago they wanted to find the Ghost King's Coffin."

"My grandfather said that ten years ago, the gates of the Wujiang Ghost Realm opened wide, and many people saw the ruins of the ancient Luo Kingdom, which had been submerged for many years, and saw the Ghost King's coffin in the center of the ruins of the royal city."

"At that time, many people came to Yuezhao, and even a sorcerer from Southeast Asia sneaked in."

"They all want to go to the ruins of the ancient Luo Kingdom and unearth the Ghost King's Coffin."

"But in the end, some died, some were injured, and no one ever saw the Ghost King's coffin... For example, my father died in an unclear manner."

After Long Zongshu finished speaking, he sighed and said, "Later, my grandfather said that it might be the evil masters in the Wujiang ghost world who wanted to eat people and deliberately tricked people into coming here to die."

"Those ancient evil masters have long since died out, and now there are not many people who worship them."

Long Zongshu's answer resolved some of Ran Qing's doubts.

But he was more concerned about...

"Have you heard how my mother died?" If Ran Qing had gotten the answer from Long Zongshu, she wouldn't have to look for that man. But the tall, thin Long Zongshu in the shadows shook his head: "I don't know... In fact, I've never even met your father."

"When my father died, my mother took me to hide at my grandmother's house. It was almost half a year after my father was buried that my mother took me back to visit his grave."

"After that, my mother took me to live in the city with my grandmother. I only went back to the stone courtyard in the countryside to visit my grandparents during the winter and summer holidays."

Long Zongshu had some understanding of the past of the previous generation, but not much.

Ran Qing was immediately disappointed.

At this time, they had returned to the bonfire square of the Torch Festival.

But the bonfire square, which was crowded with people before, was now deserted.

In the six large vats in the square, the flames had long been extinguished, leaving only a trace of temperature remaining.

Under the cold moonlight, there was not a single figure to be seen.

The Torch Festival Square, which was once bustling only one day a year, has once again turned back into a deserted and dead wilderness, with only a mess left on the ground.

There was some food waste scattered on the square and on the edges of the square that no one had cleaned up.

Long Zongshu looked at the deserted scene and was a little surprised: "Why have all the people left? It's only been less than an hour since we left..."

Ran Qing looked down at the time and it was already one in the morning.

He explained: "Traveling back and forth to the netherworld confuses time; we are gone longer than we perceive."

After the two returned to the human world, they walked in the woods for a long time.

Looking at the deserted small square, Long Zongshu said, "Then let's go back too. I came here on a motorcycle, I'll take you back."

The two walked towards the depression not far from the small square.

The depression, which is crowded with people and has many stalls during the day, is littered with food scraps and garbage.

The villagers who sold food such as jelly potatoes, mutton soup pot, and pig cakes had removed the fire, but the ashes from the burning coal were still piled up in the depression.

Some places were still wet with dirty water from washing dishes and pots.

Long Zongshu brought Ran Qing to the edge of the depression, where a dilapidated motorcycle was parked.

But Ran Qing was more concerned about whether Mo Li had left.

He looked at the place where Mo Li had parked his car before, but found that it was empty.

Ran Qing was a little confused - had Mo Li left early?

But at this moment, a sickly big dog suddenly jumped out from the shadows and pounced directly at Ran Qing.

"Ran Qing!" Xiao Mianhua shouted in surprise.

Long Zongshu, who was about to start his motorcycle, was startled by the big yellow dog that suddenly jumped out. He jumped away in a hurry and made a strange body posture.

Like doing something.

After seeing Ran Qing and Xiao Mianhua getting along happily, Long Zongshu stood up straight in confusion: "Is this... the medium you raised?"

Before Ran Qing could say anything, Mo Li's voice came from the shadows.

"Where have you been? Little Cotton and I have been looking for you!"

The girl's voice was filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

She walked out from the shadows and glared at Ran Qing with an unhappy look on her face.

"I thought you were dragged away by a ghost!" Mo Li said angrily.

After scolding Ran Qing, the girl looked at the tall and thin bamboo pole beside her and said in a slightly softer tone, "Who are you?"

But Long Zongshu, who is usually introverted and timid, was still frightened by Mo Li's vicious tone when he was accusing him of an offence.

He lowered his head guiltily, and answered in a low voice as if he had done something wrong: "I... I am Long Zongshu, and I am a classmate of Ran Qing."

(End of this chapter)