Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 211 Pretending to be a ghost
Little Cotton seemed to remember something and couldn't help questioning: "You only have ten pillars of soul incense, don't use spells carelessly... If the Yin power is exhausted, we won't be able to get out."

In response, Ran Qing smiled.

He held up the six blank sheets of paper with the spell written on them and said, "Sixth Aunt is right. This spell is indeed useless and has no power."

"Whether it's catching evil spirits or subduing zombies, it doesn't have much effect."

"This curse was used by ghost walkers in the past to pretend to be ghosts."

Just like what Aunt Liu said when she scolded Ran Qing before.

There are not so many evil ghosts in the world. If people had to rely on real skills to make a living every time, they would have starved to death long ago.

The situation of Miss Shen Er, who had to go hungry for ten meals and only have one full meal, is a microcosm of the life of a ghost-walker.

Although this is also related to the fact that Miss Shen Er likes to spend money recklessly.

But in the old days, in order to roam the world practicing the mysterious and unorthodox methods, in addition to having real skills, it was also necessary to pretend to be mysterious and cheat people appropriately.

The spell that Ran Qing wrote at this time was called [The Curse of Chaos].

It sounds very powerful, but in fact it has no killing power and is completely a magical spell.

This spell is cast on the air and can create some illusions and phantoms out of thin air.

If it is used on a living person, it will cause the person to have continuous nightmares and encounter extremely real evil spirits in the nightmares.

After listening to Ran Qing's explanation, Mo Li suddenly understood: "You want to use illusions to lure these ghosts away?"

As he spoke, Ran Qing distributed six pieces of white paper to the four paper figures, and kept the remaining two pieces of white paper in his own hands.

He rang the bell, and the paper people immediately floated away and scattered in four different directions.

Ran Qing sat in front of the burning incense and candles in the Yin altar and took out a small drum made of the skin of a witch.

He gently beat the small drum and muttered a spell.

But this time, Ran Qing chanted the spell very softly, and Mo Li and Long Zongshu, who were very close to him, couldn't hear it clearly.

Just watching Ran Qing's lips moving and the small drum beating continuously.

Along with the sound of drums, gusts of cold wind suddenly blew through the rice fields.

Ran Qing's lips moved faster and faster, and the beating of the snare drum became faster and faster.

The candlelight in front of him was shaking wildly, and the dim light made his body look gloomy, uncertain, weird and terrifying.

In this scene, it looked as if Ran Qing was performing some terrifying magic and fighting against some unknown evil being in the air.

The speed at which his lips moved had reached an extreme level, dazzling the eyes, and the sounds of the small drum in his hand were almost continuous.

The rapid drumbeats echoed in the rice fields, and a faint eerie laugh was heard in the air.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

The strange laughter sounded like a man's, and a woman's, and sometimes it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, which made people feel creepy.

Although he already knew that it was a trick, Long Zongshu still couldn't help rubbing his arms and felt a little scared.

At this time, Ran Qing suddenly placed a piece of white paper with a blood curse written on it on the candle and burned it.

As the white paper burned, a wisp of green smoke drifted over the candle flame.

The green smoke quickly dissipated and spread in all directions.

The cold wind on the ridge of the field became more and more biting, causing pain on people's skin.

The ghostly figures standing in the rice fields seemed to have sensed something and they looked around in confusion.

At this time, Ran Qing lit the second piece of white paper.

The moment the white paper ignited, the white papers in the hands of the four paper figures standing in the four directions also caught fire. After the five pieces of white paper burned simultaneously, they actually floated up and shook violently in the air.

In the burning flames, some vague, ferocious and sinister faces kept appearing.

The next second, several pale female ghost figures appeared out of thin air around the rice fields in the thin mist.

Those female ghosts laughed eerily and strangely, and some of them even held bleeding human heads in their hands, licking them with their long blood-red tongues.

This ferocious and terrifying scene frightened Long Zongshu so much that his eyes widened and all the hairs on his body stood up.

Although I know this is fake, it is still too scary!
Mo Li and Long Zongshu on the ridge of the field were just terrified, but the ghosts in the rice field began to twitch wildly.

The moment the female ghosts appeared, these ghost shadows suddenly stretched out and turned into rioting pale pythons, directly wrapping around those terrifying female ghost figures.

Suddenly, gaps appeared among the sparse ghost shadows that blocked everyone's retreat.

Ran Qing immediately jumped up: "Let's go!"

He swung the red rope, shook the bell and rushed forward.

Two paper men lead the way, and two paper men cover the rear.

Ran Qing and the others walked straight through the group of rioting ghosts.

The cold wind blew in gusts, the shrill cries of the female ghosts, and the cold and violent movements of the ghost shadows all made people's scalps tingle.

During the journey, one or two ghosts seemed to have sensed something and wanted to turn around and attack Ran Qing and the other two.

But Ran Qing and the others ran faster than rabbits.

In just ten seconds, the three of them rushed out of the ghostly rice field and put some distance between themselves and the group of strange ghosts.

The fog in the air shook for a moment, and the female ghost obviously saw this scene.

But even so, there was no ambush.

Instead, as Ran Qing and the other two escaped from the encirclement of the group of ghosts, the fog that originally shrouded the rice fields suddenly shrank and retreated towards Longchang Street.

In just a few seconds, the fog disappeared around them.

Under the dim sky, the ghostly figures standing in the rice fields seemed to have escaped some kind of control.

Their elongated figures shrank back one after another, returning to their original appearance.

But after these ghosts returned to their original appearance, they did not regain the human rationality they had during the day. Instead, they tilted their heads in confusion and looked around.

That cold and numb feeling, as they escaped the ghost's control, not only did it not disappear, but it became even stronger...

At this time, Ran Qing and the other two who were hiding in the bushes in the mountains all saw this scene.

After seeing the changes in those ghosts, Xiao Mianhua was a little frightened: "Ran Qing, they seem to be even more terrifying!"

Ran Qing coldly watched the situation over there. The ghosts in the rice fields had already climbed onto the ridges one by one and began to walk towards Longchang Street.

Ran Qing did not stop and immediately rushed back the way he came, trying to return to Longchang Street before the group of ghosts.

In the dark night breeze, he said calmly: "Perhaps this is what they should look like after dark."

Such a strange and evil group of ghosts live with living people. It would be fine if everything goes on as usual during the day.

If they remain the same as living people after dark, can they still be called ghosts?
It would be more reasonable to say that it was normal during the day, but became strange and weird at night...

"Ignore them for now, let's go find the ghost girl in the fog!"

Ran Qing was running on the forest path, and the mottled old school wall appeared in his sight again.

(End of this chapter)