Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 152 Two-sided
Hiss hiss—hiss hiss—

In the gloomy and boundless darkness, the sound of a heavy object slowly moving and rubbing continued to be heard.

It was like a heavy giant snake swimming in the darkness.

It also looked like a strange giant beetle fluttering in the woods.

Ran Qing's face turned slightly cold, and he clenched the death hammer tightly in his left hand.

But his right hand remained on the snare drum, tapping it gently.

dong dong dong-

The sound of drums spread in the darkness, accompanied by Ran Qing's hoarse whisper.

"Hu Laosan, ah, Hu Laosan..."

Ran Qing softly called the name of the deceased.

But his voice became more and more weird and terrifying, and it was no longer Ran Qing's voice.

The whispers in the darkness sounded more like the hoarse and resentful cries of evil spirits.

And as Ran Qing continued to chant to summon the soul, some malicious responses were heard in the darkness around him.

Those evil voices laughed coldly and strangely, responding to Ran Qing's call and even imitating Ran Qing's whispers.

"Hu Laosan, ah, Hu Laosan..."

"The rice grains return to the warehouse and the souls return to the hall, three pillars of incense lead the way."

Amidst the noisy, piercing, and low strange laughter, there was a summoning spell composed of countless voices.

At this moment, Ran Qing felt like he was sitting in a crowded auditorium, surrounded by people who were reciting with him.

Their voices mixed together, strangely gloomy, noisy and chaotic.

Ran Qing beat the drum in his hand, but he couldn't scare these things away.

The heavy, slow, creeping sound in the darkness seemed to be getting closer.

Ran Qing lowered his eyelids and stared at the mirror standing in front of the grave.

There was only his pale face in the mirror, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw white paper butterflies flying in the darkness, circling the grave mound instead of flying into the darkness.

These paper butterflies that attract ghosts and spirits can't find their way...

Ran Qing's face looked extremely ugly.

This situation does not conform to the necromancy ritual described in "Witchcraft and Demonic Arts".

After Hu Laosan's death, wasn't he dealt with by the mastermind behind the scenes?

How could such a weird and dangerous situation happen...

Ran Qing could even sense that the wriggling figures in the darkness were approaching him.

At the edge of the pale green candlelight, there were many things that were eager to reach in.

If it weren't for the two pale green candles emitting light, he would have been drowned by now.

Feeling the chill in the darkness getting closer, Ran Qing took out a handful of incense ash from his canvas bag.

Without any hesitation, he sprinkled the incense ash into the surrounding darkness.

The biting dead faces excitedly plunged into the darkness.

Around the grave mound illuminated by the candlelight, there was a creepy sound of biting and chewing.

The gnawing dead faces lunged out, attacking and biting something in the darkness.

But soon, these dead faces stopped making any sound.

They seemed to be caught, chewed and eaten by something in the dark.

The horrifying situation made Ran Qing's face twitch suddenly.

The ghost in the jar refined by the ghost walker is specifically used to eat evil spirits and deal with evil spirits.

But now the ghost in the jar was spread out and was eaten?
Just how many evil spirits are gathering in the darkness?!

"Hu Laosan, ah, Hu Laosan..."

Ran Qing's voice trembled slightly, and a cold wind blew, causing the two candles in front of the grave to flicker continuously.

The pale green flame seemed like it could go out at any moment.

Ran Qing, who was sitting in front of the grave, could be engulfed by darkness at any time.

The situation at this moment was even more dangerous than when they went to Li Hongye's house to summon the soul and ask ghosts.

This was something Ran Qing hadn't expected... "...Don't hold back the winds from the east, south, west, or north. Turn back when the rooster crows at midnight."

"Hu Laosan, ah Hu Laosan, when the moon sets, don't play around. Hot food and drinks are waiting for you at home."

Ran Qing had the urge to stop the ceremony and flee.

But his reason forced him to continue sitting there, not showing the slightest sign of uneasiness or cowardice.

He stared directly into the mirror before him, his tone becoming fierce and sullen.

"Hu Laosan, ah Hu Laosan!"

"The rice grains return to the warehouse and the souls return to the hall, three pillars of incense lead the way."

Ran Qing's anger seemed to have worked.

The white paper butterflies hovering around the grave mound fluttered their wings and suddenly flew out collectively, flying in the same direction with a clear goal.

In the darkness, there was a strange and eerie cry.

It was like countless evil spirits were chasing paper butterflies.

Ran Qing aimed at the direction and threw out a handful of red rope figurines.

The little people on the red ropes, with their bodies stretched straight, shot out like needles, instantly setting off a burst of shrill screams in the darkness.

There really are a lot of evil spirits wandering around in that darkness!

Ran Qing's face was extremely ashen.

Summoning souls and asking ghosts will at most attract wandering ghosts from the edge of the Wujiang ghost world.

But now there are so many evil spirits around... Where did Hu Laosan go after his death?
Has it already entered the depths of hell?
However, once wandering ghosts enter the depths of the ghost gate, they will completely disappear and cannot be summoned, and the ghost-questioning ritual will not respond.

Moreover, Hu Laosan had only been dead for less than a year. How could he have entered the depths of the Wujiang ghost world in such a short time?
Ran Qing's brain was working rapidly, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, and he kept chanting the soul-summoning spell.

He realized that something was wrong tonight.

Either Hu Lao San had an accident, or something happened in the Wujiang ghost world...

Ran Qing's thoughts were still wandering when the pale green flame in front of the grave suddenly trembled for a moment.

The next second, the flame turned from a pale green to a strange blood red.

In the darkness around the grave mound, all the sneaky and terrifying movements disappeared.

In the suddenly quiet forest, Ran Qing sat in front of the grave, staring at the mirror in front of him, and realized that Hu Laosan's soul had been summoned.

But he stared at the mirror for a long time and did not see Hu Laosan's face appear in the mirror.

In the reflection of the mirror, there was only Ran Qing's pale and weird face, like a dead person.

A strange and gloomy wind blew past the grave mound.

Ran Qing suddenly realized something and looked up suddenly.

Two pale dead faces squatted on the grave, staring at him.

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

He stared at the two dead faces on the grave mound in disbelief, and almost instinctively grabbed the death hammer.

These two dead faces actually grew on the same shoulder.

And they look exactly the same!
But one face looked ferocious and weird, while the other looked miserable and pitiful.

Ran Qing felt a sense of absurdity and shock in his heart.

“…Hu Laosan?!”

He looked at the two dead faces in disbelief. He had not expected that Hu Laosan would become so ugly and weird after his death.

Moreover, he bypassed the mirror used in the necromancy ritual and appeared directly in front of him!

Ran Qing stepped back subconsciously.

But it was already too late.

Hu Laosan on the grave mound smiled strangely and reached out to grab Ran Qing's arm.

A pale mist emerged from behind the evil ghost.

A huge feeling of falling emerged irresistibly, and Ran Qing seemed to have fallen into an abyss, his body falling rapidly.

This evil ghost suddenly jumped out and wanted to drag him into the ghost world of Wujiang!

(End of this chapter)