Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 208: Rice Flying

A cold and thick fog suddenly enveloped the rice fields, making it impossible to see the scenery several meters away.

The sad and gentle woman stood quietly in the rice field, looking at Ran Qing tenderly and calling Ran Qing's name softly.

But the moment he saw his mother appear, Ran Qing's eyes were filled with raging anger.

The intense anger made him instinctively want to rush into the rice field and tear the hateful female ghost apart with his bare hands.

But the moment he raised his right foot, Ran Qing suddenly froze.

His mind quickly calmed down, and he forcibly suppressed the fire rising in his chest, staring at his "mother" in the rice field.

Ran Qing's expression turned cold: "You are quite clever. On the surface, you want to confuse me, but in fact, you want to irritate me..."

Anger is the most intense emotion that is easily provoked, and it can easily make people lose their rationality.

If the person is impulsive and manic, he might really rush into the rice field.

Once you jump into this rice field full of water and mud, facing a water ghost, you don’t know what kind of danger you will encounter.

But Ran Qing's character is rational and calm, and he is well aware of the dangers of evil spirits, so he dare not relax or be careless.

The ghost girl's provocation only angered him for a second, and Ran Qing quickly calmed down.

He stood on the edge of the field, looking at the vague figure of "mother" in the fog, and said coldly, "If you have any sense, then I will take you in. I can give you a body to make a paper man. Although it won't last forever, at least you can live for a while and not be tormented by resentment. It's much better than your current half-human, half-ghost appearance."

Ran Qing calmly stated his price.

If this female ghost had the Guiluo ancient coins, perhaps it could also communicate and have rational consciousness.

But after Ran Qing finished saying this, the figure of the woman in the rice field disappeared silently.

A sinister and strange sneer sounded from all directions.

"Hee hee hee……"

That sharp, cold and crisp laughter was creepy.

Ran Qing stood expressionlessly on the ridge of the field, rubbing the goose bumps on his arms: "It seems that reason is not the dominant factor."

The fog suddenly thickened, covering everything around the rice fields.

The voices of Long Zongshu and Mo Li rang out in the fog, filled with worry and uneasiness.

"Ran Qing!"

"The fog suddenly got so thick!"

"Shall we set it on fire now?"

Mo Li was fine, his tone was still calm, he just called out to Ran Qing worriedly.

But Zong Shu was obviously a little panicked. He was frightened by the strange thick fog and even wanted to run towards Ran Qing.

Ran Qing quickly said, "Stand still, don't move!"

He looked at the increasingly thick fog around him and said, "There's something wrong with this fog!"

He clearly felt that there was some confusion in his perception.

This fog has a strange power that confuses the sense of direction, similar to a ghost wall.

But Ran Qing guessed that the ghost wall might just be one of the anomalies of the fog...

Ran Qing looked at the thick fog around him and said, "Stand still now, don't walk!"

"Be careful with the rice paddies, don't step into them!"

The female ghost had just angered Ran Qing because she wanted to trick him into entering the rice field.

There is definitely danger in the rice fields.

Now the fog has become thicker and the direction cannot be seen clearly. Perhaps it wants the three of them to go in the wrong direction and walk into the rice fields to die.

But Ran Qing, who was standing next to the candle incense, was illuminated by the candlelight within a three-foot width around him, and the fog could not get close to the range of the candlelight.

Ran Qing squatted down. There were four nails stuck on the ridge in front of him.

The four nails were tied with red strings, each with a paper figure at the end. Ran Qing grabbed the four red strings, tugged gently, and shook the bell in his hand at the same time.

The shaking of the red rope was transmitted to the paper figures at the other end, and the four paper figures in the fog suddenly jumped like puppets.

They float through the rice fields, their light bodies seeming to be free from gravity, moving forward easily in this sea of ​​green rice.

These four red strings were originally made by Ran Qing to prevent evil spirits from colliding with the paper figure, just like a dog leash. Even if an evil spirit collides with the paper figure, the paper figure tied with the red strings cannot break free.

At the same time, Ran Qing's Yin power can also be transmitted to the paper figures through the red rope. Now, under Ran Qing's blessing and control, the four paper figures are flying on the rice like knights in the movie.

Ran Qing's eyes were fixed on the rice fields, and each paper figure held a handful of incense ash in its hand.

As they fly over the rice, incense ash is continuously scattered into the rice fields.

When all the incense had been scattered, the rice fields were still dead silent, without any movement.

In the sea of ​​rice scattered by the incense ashes from the ghost wandering, the female ghost seemed unaffected.

Ran Qing then spoke: "Zongshu, fire!"

As his voice fell, a blinding flash of fire suddenly burst out from the fog ahead.

The blazing flames burst out from the fog and directly sprayed towards the sea of ​​rice in the fog.

Although the flames will disappear quickly after being ejected, the rolling heat waves brought by the flames will pass over the sea of ​​rice.

At first, there was a dead silence in the rice fields, but as the flames continued to spread to areas of the rice fields,

Finally, a shrill scream came from the green sea of ​​rice.

In the dead silent rice field, several pale dead arms stretched out and grabbed Long Zongshu who was standing in the fog.

Ran Qing's eyes turned cold and he shook the red rope in his hand violently.

The four paper figures immediately pounced forward ferociously like sharks smelling blood.

Four paper figures floated across the sea of ​​rice and pounced on the pale dead hand stretched out from the rice field.

A cold wind rolled in the fog, and the paper people grinned, but there was no sound.

But around the rice fields, the sinister sneer of a female ghost could be heard.

"Hee hee hee……"

That female ghost actually laughed again!

Ran Qing's body stiffened, and a cold, dead hand suddenly stretched out from behind and gently patted his shoulder.

He was stiff and motionless.

On my back, I felt a vague sticky, wet and cold sensation.

Something was lying on his back.

That sticky, chilly chill spread along my spine and spread throughout my body.

Strands of hair kept falling from the top of his head and landing on Ran Qing's face and chest.

The shadow of death loomed, and Ran Qing, who was half-squatting, almost instinctively wanted to jump out and avoid it.

But the knowledge in "Witchcraft and Demonic Arts" and his reason made him squat there, not daring to move.

He didn't even recall the four paper figures.

Only in the mud under Ran Qing's feet, sharp red rope figures slowly emerged from the mud like needles.

But these little red rope men emerged so slowly that they were almost imperceptible.

And the thing lying on his back was still slowly and stealthily eroding Ran Qing.

The hair hanging down from the top of the head is getting more and more.

Gradually, the hair spread to Ran Qing's collar, nose, and mouth.

When a pale and terrifying dead face slowly descended above Ran Qing's head, almost touching his forehead, the red rope figures under Ran Qing's feet suddenly flew up.

(End of this chapter)