Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 155 Silent Pantomime
In the fog, the curtain dropped on the festive stage.

On the stage behind the curtain, Hu Laosan's screams quickly disappeared.

The stage was dead silent, no more sound was heard.

Ran Qing looked at the stage vigilantly, but saw the curtain rise quickly.

On the dead silent stage, blurry figures floated and moved in the fog, still performing the play.

But Ran Qing keenly noticed that there was a figure on the stage with two heads on its shoulders.

Hu Laosan...

Ran Qing's expression changed slightly.

He thought that Hu Laosan was dragged up and eaten.

It actually became part of the stage...

Moving slowly, Ran Qing slowly retreated in the fog.

He stared at the stage, not daring to make any sound.

In the end, he retreated safely to the dilapidated and old shantytown, away from the stage.

The stage did not chase him, and no red tongue flew out to stick to him.

It seems that this stage hunts by sound?
As long as you don't make any noise, you won't be attacked even if you stand in front of the stage?

Ran Qing had a vague guess in his mind.

He slowly retreated, found another direction to move forward, and followed the candlelight and incense smoke in his sight to the human world.

Ran Qing walked very carefully and lightly.

Soon, the old cement bungalows were left behind him.

He came to a crossroads, and in the middle of the intersection ahead, stood a festive stage.

The figures on the stage moved and floated, performing some kind of silent music.

Ran Qing's expression suddenly changed.

He had clearly gone around in a circle and changed direction, so how did he end up back at this intersection?
Ghost hitting the wall?
On the festive stage ahead, the shadows moving in the fog exuded an eerie chill, performing a silent pantomime.

Ran Qing stood there for more than ten seconds, then slowly retreated again.

He disappeared in the fog, leaving the stage completely behind, and then he took out two shriveled longans from his canvas bag.

After crushing the longan shell, Ran Qing threw out two longans.

After the black longan fruit core fell to the ground, it began to spin violently on the ground.

Finally, the two longans rolled towards the direction of the burning incense and candles in the fog with a clear goal.

Ran Qing hurried to follow.

But as he followed along, he found that his steps began to deviate, and the dragon eye in his sight rolled towards the solid wall in front of him.

Ran Qing was stunned for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and moved forward without retreating.

The next second, he passed through the solid wall and reappeared in the middle of the street.

The two longans were still rolling in the fog, unaffected by any external force.

Ran Qing followed and moved forward, but strange things kept appearing in his vision.

As he walked, he found that his steps were deviating and he had changed direction without realizing it.

Fortunately, the two longans were always rolling in the fog and became Ran Qing's reference coordinates.

Ran Qing stared at Longyan intently, suppressing the nausea caused by the confusion in his perception, and continued to follow Longyan.

After walking in the fog for an unknown amount of time, Ran Qing finally left the old shantytown and arrived in the thick fog outside the ghost town.

There was an empty loess road ahead. When Ran Qing walked here, he finally no longer felt confused about the direction.

Walking further, the flickering candlelight in the fog was very close.

Ran Qing could even smell a scent that was unique to the human world. The unique scent of green grass, vegetation, and soil from the mountains and forests mingled with each other, and Ran Qing continued forward without stopping.

But his head turned back to look at the path he came from.

In the heavy fog, there was no one in the empty shantytown, and no longer any wandering ghosts and spirits.

The silent stage was not chased out, but on the way, Ran Qing vaguely saw some ancient and strange buildings, looming in the fog.

Those ancient and eerie wooden buildings and altars, seemingly from ages past, stood strangely and abruptly amidst the cement-walled shantytown, appearing incredibly eerie...

When his feet stepped on the soft soil in front of the grave again and he smelled the cold wind blowing through the mountains and forests at night, Ran Qing raised his head and found that he had returned to the grave of Hu Laosan.

The thick fog, the strange city, and the terrifying things in the Wujiang ghost world all disappeared without a trace.

It seemed like the experience just now was just his illusion.

In front of the grave, the girl with a flashlight looked at him in surprise and suspicion.

The two looked at each other, and Mo Li asked, "Where have you been? Why did you suddenly appear like a ghost?"

The girl who went to the arcade to play games finally came back.

Judging from her relieved expression and the sweat on her forehead, she must have seen that Ran Qing was missing and had been looking for him everywhere nearby.

Now the two looked into each other's eyes, but Ran Qing was still immersed in the eerie uneasiness he had just felt.

He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke slowly with a pale face.

"Something happened in the Wujiang ghost world. All the wandering ghosts in the ghost town were eaten..."

Ran Qing's words made the girl's expression change slightly.

Mo Li looked at Ran Qing in surprise and asked, "Did you go downstairs just now?"

Ran Qing nodded slowly.

He told the girl everything he had just experienced.

As the candlelight in front of the grave mound flickered, Mo Li's eyes gradually widened.

After Ran Qing finished telling his story, the girl opened her mouth wide.

She looked at Ran Qing in surprise and said, "A silent stage? An ancient altar? And a stilt house with many corpses hanging on it?"

Mo Li stared at Ran Qing blankly and said, "I don't know about the other things, but the silent stage you mentioned...it's an ancient legend from hundreds of years ago in Qiangke."

"If that thing really appeared, it must be five or six hundred years old..."

Ran Qing said solemnly, "I suspect these things came from the depths of the Wujiang ghost world. Didn't Yuezhao open the ghost gates wide once ten years ago, and many evil spirits poured into the human world?"

It was Long Zongshu who told him about the disaster that happened ten years ago when the gates of hell opened wide.

Long Zongshu's father died at the hands of an evil spirit.

But the girl looked at Ran Qing strangely and said, "No, this time seems different from ten years ago..."

Mo Li said softly, "Ten years ago, there were no invisible monsters harming people."

"Also, ten years ago, the gates of hell opened wide, and only evil spirits and demons poured out, but no such strange ancient building appeared..."

The girl looked at Ran Qing with a strange expression and said, "Also, I stopped by to see the place where Meng Laoqi died today."

"It turned out that all the neighbors near the rental house where Meng Laoqi died tragically, including the landlord, had completely forgotten that there was a person named Meng Laoqi there."

"It's been less than ten days since Meng Laoqi died, and these people have completely forgotten about him..."

Mo Li's words made Ran Qing's heart sink, but he was not too surprised.

The female ghost in the well told him that if he was killed by that invisible monster, he would be forgotten by the world.

Meng Laoqi has now been forgotten, which can only confirm one thing.

"Meng Laoqi was indeed killed by that invisible monster..."

Ran Qing murmured.

(End of this chapter)