Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 215 Fog

"Moreover, the process of a corpse-driving woman's birth is extremely ominous. She raises the corpse in the most inauspicious feng shui location and then kills it with highly poisonous drugs."

"The corpse-driving woman, born from the combined use of two extremely wicked methods, is ironically known for her kindness."

"No matter what kind of personality the widowed men had when they were alive, after becoming corpse-driving women, they would become kinder and more sentimental. The older corpse-driving women would even cry when they heard sad stories from others."

Ran Qing said with a complicated expression, "So, in theory, the corpse-driving women should have long lifespans, but none of them live to be a hundred years old."

The old woman knew full well the dangers inside the red gate, but upon hearing that her grandson had gone missing, she rushed in without hesitation.

Ran Qing even suspected that Xiao Sanyong was not her real grandson.

Corpse-driving women are usually those without bloodline descendants.

Long Zongshu looked behind him with some unease and said, "If she's a corpse-driving woman, wouldn't that be even more sinister?"

"Why would a heretical practitioner stay in such an evil place...?"

If the old man was a local ghost, but something unusual happened after his death, that would be easy to understand.

But if it is a heretical and evil practitioner, not subject to the special terrain of Longchang Street, why hasn't it left yet?

After pondering for a few seconds, Mo Li speculated, "Perhaps it doesn't want to leave? Its affection for its grandson seems very genuine..."

Ran Qing nodded in agreement: "It may have been the first to live on Longchang Street, but something strange happened on Longchang Street. Its grandson died suddenly and returned as a ghost, so it could only stay by its grandson's side."

"It's also possible that they were attracted by the unique terrain of Longchang Street and didn't want to leave."

"The Book of Witchcraft and Spiritual Arts says that the Corpse-Driving Woman can bring a dead body back to life and is almost indistinguishable from a dead person."

“In Longchang Street, where the living and the dead are indistinguishable, it doesn’t even need to disguise itself every day; it can blend into the ghost community and enjoy the life of a normal person.”

"Anyway, it's no different from a dead person. So many living people on Longchang Street haven't died. If a person from the unorthodox sect is careful, he's even less likely to die."

Longchang Street is indeed very eerie, and that red door is also very strange.

But at least for ordinary people, and for the ghosts on Longchang Street, this place is not a dead end.

After all, the abnormal situation on Longchang Street has been going on for a long time, but not all the people on the street have died.

Perhaps the dangers within the Red Gate are only meant to annihilate any unorthodox cultivators who dare to intrude.

While the three were talking, they arrived at the entrance of an empty cement courtyard.

This is a three-story cement building, with two floors facing the street and another floor behind the earthen embankment below the street.

During the day, Ran Qing and Mo Li would eat cold noodles here. The dirty cement courtyard still had ash from the coal stove and oil splattered from the frying pan.

But the cement courtyard, which was bustling during the day and where people would queue up to eat cold noodles, was now eerily quiet.

Mo Li looked at the concrete bungalow in front of him, then glanced at Ran Qing: "Should we just go in?"

Ran Qing looked at the other side of the road.

Across the street from this three-story concrete building is a sinister red door that is faintly visible in the darkness.

There is more than one red gate on Longchang Street, but not many.

This room is directly opposite a red door.

A sinister, chilling feeling spread through the air.

Ran Qing looked at the gloomy little building, rang the bell, and the paper figure with the severed arm floated in.

The room was pitch black, with one door wide open and the main door unlocked.

But after the paper figure floated into the house, nothing unusual happened.

The flashlight beam shone into the empty house; the family of four who sold cold noodles there during the day were nowhere to be seen.

In the empty main room, there was only a glass cabinet for storing cold noodles, a frying pan for frying potatoes, a large bucket, and a large iron basin for washing dishes.

The large, now-cold iron basin was filled with floating red oil stains, chopped scallions, and piled high with dirty bowls.

The family that sold cold noodles disappeared without even washing their bowls.

Ran Qing tossed out two longans; the shriveled, black pits spun around on the floor, rolling about and clearly getting confused.

Ran Qing took out the Fate Master Token, which indeed pointed to this building. Long Zongshu rubbed his hands together, somewhat nervously: "So we've finally found the female ghost's lair..."

The female ghost is hiding here, likely having withdrawn all her power and preparing to deal with Ran Qing and the other two.

Ran Qing shook the bell, about to control the second paper figure to go inside.

But suddenly, a thick cloud of fog burst open in the dark, empty room.

The mist burst forth from the shadows deep within the house and instantly reached the three people outside the door.

In an instant, Ran Qing and the other two were shrouded in thick fog.

The fog was so thick that the three people standing nearby could not see each other clearly, only their figures appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Long Zongshu screamed in fright, and three flames suddenly burst into flames on his shoulders as he instinctively tried to fight back and force back the mist.

Previously, by the well, it was proven that his flames were effective against the mist of this female ghost.

But Mo Li's voice rang out urgently.

"Don't use fire! Be careful not to get hurt!"

Mo Li's exclamation startled Long Zongshu, who was shrouded in fog. He looked in astonishment toward the direction from which the sound came.

That was actually to his right rear. His companions were clearly in front of him and to his left in the thick fog, but there was no one to his right rear at all.

But Mo Li's voice came from there...

Long Zongshu broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that he had been disoriented by the thick fog.

If you recklessly unleash flames, you might injure your companions in the chaos.

He quickly asked, "Mo Li! Ran Qing, where are you both?"

Ryuzoki tried to confirm his companion's location.

Amidst the thick fog, Ran Qing's icy voice rang out from several different directions.

"Don't move, stay where you are. This fog will confuse your senses and make it difficult to locate sounds. Wait for me to dispel the fog."

Just as Ran Qing finished speaking, another anxious voice belonging to Ran Qing rang out.

"Zongshu, quickly, use fire! Drive this female ghost away! It's impersonating my voice!"

At this moment, Mo Li's voice suddenly rang out: "Zong Shu, don't listen! It's fake!"

Then Mo Li's voice rang out again: "Zong Shu! Quickly, use fire!"

A series of chaotic sounds rose and fell in the thick fog, disordered and eerie.

Long Zongshu, caught in the middle of it all, was momentarily at a loss.

At that moment, a sinister, fake, and strange voice rang out from the mist.

"Hey... what are you three doing here?"

The eerie mandrill that had previously been disguised in human skin now made a sound coming from within the mist.

It grinned sinisterly and asked the three, "The fog here is so thick. Where are you? I'll take you out."

A faint smell of blood wafted through the mist.

The mandrill, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared.

It's clear they intend to take advantage of the chaos to make their move.

Long Zongshu felt a pang of panic and began searching for the mandrill.

But at that moment, Ran Qing's cold whisper suddenly rang out from the mist.

"...At the third watch of the night, the rooster crows and the ghost howls, the fire is lit at the altar of the dead to guide the way with its wailing!"

The next second, a cry of pain and the sound of a heavy object rolling rang out from the thick fog.

The mandrill seemed to be struggling and tumbling in the mist, having suffered some kind of loss...

(End of this chapter)