Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 420 Sister
"...I can't hold on much longer!"

Inside the vast, empty stone chamber, Mo Li, Long Zongshu, and the corpse-driving Taoist Liu Fang had retreated to the front of the chamber's massive, old walls.

With their backs against the wall, the three of them had nowhere left to retreat.

Inside the stone chamber ahead, a thick white fog obscured everything, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Two faint, blood-red ghostly figures flickered incessantly in the white mist, moving at an eerie speed.

Those were two blood-soaked corpses guarding the stone coffin.

Mo Li held the Death Hammer in his hand, and there was a deep claw wound on his left arm, from which blood dripped continuously.

Flames were rising from Long Zongshu's shoulders. His face was pale from using the unseen flame at high intensity. His thin and tall body was already like a bamboo pole, and now he gave people a sense of weakness that could collapse at any moment.

Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, was sweating profusely as he shook the corpse-driving bell. He seemed to be in the best condition among the three.

But the paper figures in straw raincoats that he was protecting were tattered and only two remained.

The other two paper figures in straw raincoats had already been torn to shreds by the blood corpses in the mist.

Once the last two paper figures in straw raincoats are torn to shreds, Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, will be the first to lose her ability to protect herself...

Looking at the two blood-red ghostly figures flickering incessantly in the thick fog, Liu Fang, covered in sweat, said, "...Why hasn't Ran Qing come out yet? Could he have died in there?"

"The female ghost dragged him to some unknown place."

The corpse-driving Taoist was in a panic, his eyes fixed on the blood-soaked corpse in the thick fog, large beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and face.

Standing beside him, Mo Li, with one hand hanging down and holding the Death Hammer, stared intently at the two blood-red ghostly figures flickering in the thick fog ahead, and said, "...Ran Qing has been dragged to the depths of the soul by the female ghost."

"That female ghost is courting death by letting the spirit medium into the depths of her soul; she is doomed to die."

"As long as we hold on and don't die before Ran Qing defeats the female ghost, we'll be fine!"

As Mo Li's voice fell, a murderous aura suddenly surged within the thick fog ahead.

A blood-red ghostly figure rushed towards them like an arrow, reaching them almost instantly.

With swift reflexes, Mo Li bent his leg and used the wielding Dead Man's Hammer to block the sharp claws in the mist.

when--

The wooden-handled mace struck the sharp claws, producing a piercing, cracking sound.

A powerful force ripped apart the two, dispersing all the mist within a half-meter radius and revealing the hideous half of the blood-soaked corpse's body. The stone slab beneath Mo Li's feet shattered with a deafening roar, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.

The Taoist priest who was driving the corpses standing to the side was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He hurriedly shook the corpse-driving bell and chanted incantations.

"...The sky is bright, the earth is bright, and the five ghost kings all advance into the mountain."

"Today we invited the White-Haired Guest, but tomorrow he must not enter the mass grave!"

Amidst the corpse-driving Taoist's hurried incantations, two paper figures in straw raincoats, their bodies stiff and lifeless like dried corpses, leaped forward and emitted eerie howls.

Despite being made of paper, these two paper figures in straw raincoats quickly sprouted fine, eerie white hairs.

They crashed into another blood corpse rushing out of the blood mist, blocking the second blood corpse from the left and right.

Paper figures and blood-soaked corpses churned and clashed amidst the swirling mist, creating a terrifying and bizarre scene.

Long Zongshu, standing at the very edge, stared intently at the thick fog in front of him. Even though the fog was a vast expanse of white emptiness, he refused to look away and remained oblivious to the danger his companions were in.

The bamboo balls made by Grandpa Long were held in his hands, one in each hand, while the flames burning on his shoulders emitted intense heat in the mist.

Seeing this, Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, shouted anxiously.

"...Young man from the Long family, come quickly and help!"

"Never mind your situation for now, we're about to collapse here!"

Liu Fang urgently sought help.

His two paper figures in straw raincoats couldn't stop the blood corpse at all; they could only hold it off temporarily.

Meanwhile, Mo Li, who was beside him, was slowly pushed backward by the blood corpse.

The girl's superhuman strength was terrifying among humans, but compared to the blood corpse raised from the red coffin, she was still a step weaker.

Seeing the blood corpse coldly and forcefully pressing down on her, the girl gritted her teeth and said, "Zong Shu! Don't worry about us!"

"Your side is the most dangerous! You absolutely cannot be distracted!"

Wandering in this foggy stone chamber are not only the two blood corpses created by Li Hongye's parents, but also the flying zombie that Ran Jianfei became after his death!

Clearly, Li Hongye had noticed when Ran Qing and the others left the Yin Altar and entered the Wujiang Ghost Realm, and had summoned the flying zombies guarding outside the Yin Altar back to the underworld in advance.

The moment Ran Qing was dragged away by the vengeful ghost and vanished into thin air, the two blood-soaked corpses in the stone chamber, along with the eerie flying zombie that Ran Jianfei had transformed into, rushed over and nearly snatched Mo Li's head off.

Although the three reacted quickly and divided their tasks effectively, swiftly repelling the eerie zombie, visibility was extremely low in the thick fog. The three inside the stone chamber were forced to retreat and were cornered against the wall.

Long Zongshu now stood frozen in the thick fog, staring intently at the mist ahead, not daring to relax for a moment.

The flying zombie, wary of the Long family's strange bamboo ball, now hides in the thick fog as if it has left, but Long Zongshu can vaguely sense the faint stench of corpses in the air.

He stared at the thick fog ahead and murmured, "...Ran Qing, hurry up."

Ran Qing's plans were disrupted when she was dragged away by Li Hongye as soon as she passed through the Ghost Face Stone Gate.

Before they arrived, no one expected that Li Hongye would be so foolish as to seek her own death and actively drag Ran Qing into the depths of her soul.

"...You're so stupid, it really surprised me."

In the eerie corridor of the teaching building, Ran Qing's deep, hoarse voice emanated from beneath the Nuo opera mask she wore.

"Are you dragging me straight into the depths of my soul because you think I can't find you in such a small area?"

At this moment, Ran Qing stopped in front of the wall at the entrance of the third floor of the teaching building.

On the wall in front, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass mirror.

These are personal mirrors on every floor of the No. 3 Middle School in Yuechao City.

The smooth mirror reflected Ran Qing's figure, who wore a demon mask and exuded a dark, menacing aura.

At this moment, he looked more like a demon.

Nine wisps of floating black mist blocked the glass mirror, banging against its surface as if trying to rush inside.

This mirror is where Li Hongye hides.

Ran Qing stared at her reflection in the mirror and said coldly, "Hiding in the mirror is indeed a clever trick."

"Even for me, it would take time to pull you out."

"But by hiding in here, you've simply gone from one dead end to an even smaller dead end."

"Even if you buy time so your parents can kill Zong Shumo and the others, you'll still be isolated and helpless here, and the blood corpses outside can't come in to help you."

"I'm here, I have plenty of time to slowly pull you out..."

Ran Qing's tone was stern.

Li Hongye's soul was inherently small, encompassing only the area of ​​a single teaching building.

The mirror area within this soul was even smaller, a thin space whose length and width did not exceed the volume of a mirror. Li Hongye, hiding inside, was completely cut off from any escape route; there was nowhere left to retreat.

The only thing Ran Qing needs to be careful about is not getting hurt when she pulls it out of the mirror.

He raised the staff with the human head in his hand, and the head on the staff, which looked exactly like Ran Qing, suddenly opened its eyes and emitted a gloomy, hoarse sound.

The incantations of the spirit medium echoed in the dimly lit school building.

The next second, the reflection in the mirror suddenly rippled and changed, like ripples on the surface of water.

Originally, the reflection in the mirror was of Ran Qing, but as the mirror surface rippled and trembled, the image in the mirror changed.

It transformed into a huge stone chamber shrouded in white mist.

In a corner of the stone chamber, three survivors, driven to the brink of despair, were struggling to resist two blood-red ghostly figures flickering in the thick fog.

Meanwhile, another sinister and strange flying zombie flickered and pounced in the mist, forcing the boy with three flames burning on his shoulder to keep throwing the bamboo ball in his hand and spewing flames from his body.

Long Zongshu's body swayed slightly, and his face visibly turned pale and ugly, as if he were about to die suddenly.

In the corridor, the incantation of the spirit medium was being chanted rapidly by the man with the human head staff, and the nine eerie black mists roared and rushed into the mirror, frantically trying to penetrate it.

In the mirror's reflection, the zombies' attack on the three became increasingly fierce and brutal. Mo Li was injured again, making his situation even more dangerous.

But Ran Qing, who was staring at the reflection in the mirror, remained unmoved, and the chanting of the incantation on the human head staff in his hand did not stop; he continued to chant rapidly.

He had no intention of leaving and completely disregarded the lives of his companions outside.

In the mirror, Li Hongye's voice was filled with resentment and malevolence.

"...How ruthless Ran Qing is!"

"What a heartless scumbag! Your companions are dying, aren't you going out to help them?"

The screaming figure in the mirror is not Li Hongye, but a real evil spirit.

Faced with the malevolent roar of the evil spirit, Ran Qing continued chanting incantations with the staff bearing the human head. His single eye beneath the evil spirit mask remained unmoved, and his lips moved silently up and down, maintaining the same chanting frequency as the head on the staff.

The staff with the human head will increase Ran Qing's spell power.

He listened to the hysterical, venomous howls of the vengeful ghost in the mirror, but his mood remained unchanged and he was completely undisturbed.

Such a heartless nature only made the vengeful ghost in the mirror even more restless.

"...If two companions aren't enough, then how about this?"

"Is this enough?"

The howls and sneers of the demons rang out, and the image in the mirror changed once again.

The image in the mirror was no longer the stone chamber shrouded in white mist, but a dilapidated, dark house.

In the center of the dimly lit room sat a little girl with her eyes covered by a black cloth, motionless.

The little girl sat obediently in the center of the dark room, while many eerie green eyes flickered in the darkness around her, as if many ghostly monsters were eyeing the room covetously.

Upon seeing the little girl's reflection in the mirror, Ran Qing's gaze sharpened slightly.

The incantation of the spirit medium did not stop, but the hand holding the staff with the human head unconsciously tightened.

Ran Xiaoya...

His half-sister, who had previously gone missing!

According to what Master Shou told her, Ran Xiaoya should be in the elevator building, being controlled by the ghost-raising people.

Ran Qing had previously wanted to save her half-sister, but when she went to Li Hongye's house to summon the spirit, she fell into the underworld and wandered in the dark Wujiang ghost realm for several days and nights before returning to the human world.

Upon returning to the human world, there was no time to do anything else. The pale ghostly figures that Li Hongye had bewitched and lured had already surrounded the Yin altar of the Yin walker, and Ran Qing couldn't even take a single step out of the Yin altar.

He could only hope that his sister in the elevator building could hold on for a few more days without any accidents, and that he could go back to the elevator building to try to rescue her after he had dealt with Li Hongye and was safe and free.

But now...

Staring at the little girl in the mirror, Ran Qing's gaze was icy. The voice of the mantra chanting with the human head staff became inexplicably sinister, cold, and full of murderous intent.

Ran Xiaoya was actually taken away by Li Hongye.

The wooden house in the mirror should be located within the ghost realm of Wujiang, in the ghost kingdom.

The structure and style of that wooden house were exactly the same as other buildings in the Ghost Country!
Outside the mirror, as Ran Qing continued chanting incantations, the nine wisps of black mist frantically crashed against the mirror surface and finally completely penetrated it.

But once the black mist entered the mirror, it immediately disappeared without a trace, as if it had vanished.

Only Ran Qing could vaguely sense their positions in the mirror.

In the mirror, the little girl with her eyes wrapped in black cloth, sitting obediently in the darkness, seemed to sense something and looked up at Ran Qing outside the mirror.

Her eyes were covered by a black cloth, but she seemed to be able to see Ran Qing through the cloth and in the mirror, and she made a surprised and delighted sound.

"...Brother, is that you?"

The young, naive girl was clearly unaware of the dangers around her.

She simply felt the presence of her family and was overjoyed: "...Sister Li Hongye said she would bring me to find you and told me to sit here and wait for you."

"Is that you, brother? I think I saw you outside."

Hearing the little girl's innocent and adorable clear voice, Ran Qing felt her face twitch.

He was hard-hearted enough, but hearing such a sweet and innocent child's voice, seeing her sitting there unguarded, surrounded by strange and ferocious monsters...

With just one command, the evil creatures roaming in the darkness will tear the cute little girl in front of them to shreds!

This little girl is only two or three years old!
She spoke haltingly and in a childish voice, and her fingers were not even as thick as the ballpoint pen Ran Qing used.

Li Hongye actually kidnapped such a young child and placed him among these evil spirits as a trap...

The incantation chanted by the spirit medium on the staff in Ran Qing's hand finally stopped.

What came from beneath the wooden mask was Ran Qing's cold and violent growl.

"Li Hongye!"

Ran Qing suddenly swung the staff with the human head, and a huge amount of Yin energy spread out from his feet, causing the little red rope figures that were jumping around his feet to jump up one by one.

The next second, the nine wisps of black mist that had disappeared from the mirror suddenly exploded and shattered the mirror surface.

A clump of jet-black hair was dragged and torn out of the mirror by the black mist.

The clump of dark hair was dry and trembling, like wriggling sewer snakes, emitting a pungent stench of decay.

Ran Qing stared intently at the hair, listening to the shrill screams of the female ghost coming from the mirror.

Without any mercy, he raised the staff with the severed head and chanted the incantation again.

One by one, the vibrant red rope figures screamed and jumped up, grabbing the jet-black hair and, together with the nine wisps of black mist, trying to violently pull out the female ghost hiding in the mirror!
His half-sister did not sway Ran Qing; she only made him more ferocious and irritable.

They'll be even more ruthless!

(End of this chapter)