Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 26: Bringing Ghosts into the House
The cold moonlight fell on the cement yard in front of Old Chen's house and passed through the terrifying old man in his funeral clothes.

It stood there straight, staring coldly at Ran Qing who returned late at night.

Ran Qing's scalp tingled, but he still pretended that he saw nothing.

He walked towards the stairs as usual and passed by the old man.

The cold and rotten stench silently seeped into Ran Qing's nostrils.

At the latest moment, the distance between him and the old man was less than one meter!
All the hairs on my body exploded in an instant.

Ran Qing complained bitterly in his heart.

It turns out that even if you learn the skill of ghost walking, you will still be afraid of evil spirits?

No wonder Aunt Six wanted him to practice.

The fear will not disappear just because he has learned a skill. On the contrary, because he has become a ghost walker, the fear he feels is even more intense than before.

Even though he had been mentally prepared in advance, the moment the old man looked at him, Ran Qing was still frightened and almost ran away.

If he cannot overcome this fear, he will not be able to save people even if he learns the skills of a ghost walker.

Li Hongye, who wanders deep in the ghost world of Wujiang, is much more terrifying than the old man at the door of Lao Chen's house.

Ran Qing gritted his teeth and continued forward. He finally walked into the dark staircase and climbed up to the second floor.

The moment he stepped into the dark stairs and the sight behind him disappeared, Ran Qing actually felt a sense of relief that he had survived a disaster.

I am still walking under the cold gaze of the old man, but tonight is much more exciting than before!

Ran Qing climbed up to the second floor, walked through the dark corridor, and opened the wooden door of his rental house.

In the room downstairs, the crying of little Erwa started again.

When the old man was staring at Ran Qing before, it seemed that because it diverted his attention, the little Erwa got a brief relief and the child's crying stopped for a while.

But as Ran Qing climbed up to the second floor and disappeared from the old man's sight, the crying of the little Erwa began to ring out again.

The weird old man went to torture Xiao Erwa again.

Listening to the intermittent crying of a child downstairs, Ran Qing felt uncomfortable.

What Aunt Liu had said before was like a sharp thorn in his heart.

The Ran family has been digging up graves and refining corpses for generations, completely devoid of conscience...

If this scary old man in shroud was coming for him, then Xiao Erwa was completely implicated by Ran Qing.

He sat in the rental house, listening to the quarrel between Old Chen's family downstairs, his face changing constantly.

The two old people downstairs started arguing again, arguing about whether to go find Yang Mila or find someone else.

Obviously, it didn't work when Xiao Erwa's grandmother took him to Yang Mila to exorcise the ghost.

Xiao Erwa's grandfather was blaming his wife, saying that she should have found someone else.

Finally, Ran Qing took a deep breath and silently opened the cloth bag given to him by Aunt Liu.

The things in the bag are nothing rare, just common things.

A coil wrapped with red rope, two white candles that can be found everywhere, a lighter, a small black can with a fishy smell, a small hammer with a white bone as the hammer head, and a pure copper mirror.

These are the props that Aunt Liu gave to Ran Qing to catch ghosts tonight.

"...That old ghost didn't enter your house before, and he won't come close to you easily now."

"You can only set a trap and find a way to lure it into the house."

"Go back and light a candle in your room. Open the door wide. Wrap a red string around the big toe of your right foot and lead the other end of the string to the corridor outside. The farther out, the better."

"Then sit by the candle and read, pretending it's late at night."

"The human scent spread by the red string will drift far away at night. Whether the old ghost is coming for you or not, it will be difficult for him to resist such temptation."

"After all, you are now a serious ghost walker."

"The smell of your flesh and blood is simply delicious to them."

Aunt Liu's cold voice seemed to ring in my ears.

A bit eerie and scary.

The trap taught by Sixth Aunt was designed to lure in evil spirits, and the bait was clearly Ran Qing himself.

The ghost walker can deal with ghosts and monsters, but the flesh and blood of the ghost walker... is it a delicacy for evil spirits?
This was a bit too terrifying. Just thinking about it made my scalp tingle. But now was a critical moment, and I couldn't scare myself. Ran Qing shook his head violently, throwing these messy thoughts out of his mind.

He quietly led the red rope to the corridor outside the house, and then led the other end of the red rope to the stairs, and then quietly returned to the rental house.

The old wooden door of the rental house was left open as instructed by Aunt Liu.

As the door opened, the smell of urine from the toilet next door gradually drifted in.

Ran Qing, who was sitting at the desk, lowered his head without noticing and silently calculated on the draft paper. He worked out the results and then filled in the answers on the test paper.

Just like he studied hard every night.

The cold Nuo opera mask lay quietly on Ran Qing's chest, tucked inside his school uniform jacket.

The dim light from the burning candle on the desk cast a huge black shadow on the wall behind Ran Qing.

The flickering candle flame was very weak, only illuminating Ran Qing at the desk, and becoming dim a little further away. The corridor outside the house, with the door open, was even darker, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Ran Qing calculated silently, the ballpoint pen in his hand sliding continuously on the paper, completely immersed in this set of test papers.

A cold wind blew in from the dark corridor outside the door.

The red line that ran along the big toe under the desk and extended into the darkness outside trembled silently in the wind.

The fishy and foul smell coming from the toilet next door seemed to be even stronger.

Ran Qing frowned, covered his nose, fanned it, and continued to do the questions.

On the wall behind him, there was another huge black shadow cast by the candlelight.

Ran Qing, who was doing the questions with his head down, was unaware of this.

In the quiet night, the only sound was the breathing from Ran Qing's nose.

The crying of the child downstairs stopped at some point.

Ran Qing glanced out the window, then stood up and closed the door.

"It's time to go to bed."

The time on the low-quality electronic watch was 01:59 in the morning.

No matter how diligent and hard-working a student is, it is time to go to bed.

Ran Qing, wearing his school uniform, fell directly onto the bed and pulled the quilt over him.

Before pulling the covers over himself, he blew out the candle on the desk.

In an instant, the rental house was plunged into darkness.

The other dark shadow on the wall that always followed Ran Qing was instantly engulfed in darkness.

...or rather, merged into the darkness.

Ran Qing, who was sleeping with his head covered by the quilt, soon began to breathe heavily and seemed to have fallen asleep.

This heavy breathing sound lasted for an unknown amount of time before the red line extending from the quilt suddenly began to tremble rapidly in the room.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew towards Ran Qing who was sleeping on the bed.

A terrifying old man in shrouds appeared silently beside the bed. His withered, stiff body stood there, his head tilted, staring intently at the unconscious young man for a long time before slowly floating away.

Silently, the old man floated to the ceiling above Ran Qing.

Its head was aimed at the position of Ran Qing's head under the quilt, and its feet were facing each other, almost parallel.

The old man stretched out his hands silently and grabbed the young man who was sleeping with his head covered below.

The skinny and stiff body also slowly descended.

As the old man fell, the thin quilt on Ran Qing's body was lifted up out of thin air.

But when the quilt was lifted, what appeared under the quilt was not the sleeping face of the boy, but a demon mask painted with bright colors.

The moment he saw the green-faced and fang-toothed ghost face, the old man's body stiffened and he seemed to want to roll over and dodge.

But the dark shadow on the bed suddenly jumped up, and its shaking arms were like a ferocious hunting snake, instantly strangling the old man's neck.

The icy chill spread from the old man's neck to Ran Qing's entire body.

The strong stench of decay instantly filled the entire rental house.

(End of this chapter)