Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 61 Everything goes well
"I was planning to use this thing when I came back, but now the Ghost Gate is blocked, so I can only use it now."

After saying that, Aunt Liu raised the blowpipe and gently tapped the paper horse that Ran Qing was riding.

The paper horse floated motionlessly towards the other side of the river, as if an invisible force was dragging it across the river.

Ran Qing turned around and found that Aunt Liu was also floating over on a paper horse.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, quickly disappeared into the fog.

The dark and cold river water surged beneath his feet, but the paper horse was unaffected and floated slowly but steadily to the other side of the river.

Ran Qing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sixth Aunt, this paper horse is for us to use when we come back. Now that we've used it, what should we do when we come back..."

Aunt Six glanced at him and said, "I'll find a way to get you back. Are you afraid I'll abandon you in this ghost world of Wujiang?"

Aunt Six sneered, her expression somewhat ferocious.

After entering the Wujiang ghost world, the influence of the burly and ferocious shadow on her became even stronger.

Ran Qing kept silent, only to find that Little Cotton was swimming lightly in the river, following him closely.

The dark and fast-flowing river water seemed to have no effect on Little Cotton.

Soon, the paper horse reached the other side.

After Ran Qing jumped off the horse, he turned around and saw the paper horse that carried him across the river sinking silently into the dark river water.

Dead arms, bleached white, stretched out from the river. They grabbed the paper horse, tore and dragged the huge paper horse, and finally tore it into countless pieces and dragged it into the river.

Ran Qing felt a chill in his heart, finally understanding why the paper horse could float across the river without moving.

——It is the arms of these dead people under the river that are holding it up!

They dragged the paper horse across the river, but after crossing the river, they left the paper horse in the river forever.

Aunt Liu didn't care about the white arms sticking out of the river. She stood on the foggy river bank, looking into the deep fog ahead, and frowned.

"Little Cotton, go in and take a look at the situation first..."

Aunt Liu patted Xiaomianhua's head.

Little Cotton gave Ran Qing a pitiful look, then ran into the fog with its tail hanging down.

But not long after, the sick little Cotton ran back.

She ran to Sixth Aunt's feet, wagging her tail and muttering a few words.

Aunt Liu's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Nothing? Weird!"

"There's nothing around here. What's blocking the ghost gate? Preventing the wandering ghosts outside from coming in?"

Aunt Liu glanced at Ran Qing and stared at the gloomy wooden sign that Ran Qing was always holding in his arms.

She said expressionlessly, "Hold it tight, baby."

"Whether you can return alive tonight may depend on this tablet in your hand."

Aunt Liu said this and stepped into the fog.

Ran Qing hurried to follow.

Little Cotton was looming in the fog, running into the depths of the fog from time to time and then running out quickly.

It seemed as if he was on guard for Ran Qing and Aunt Liu, and also as if he was leading the way ahead.

Aunt Liu was carrying a small wooden box on her back, with a ghost-eye sheepskin drum hanging on her chest, and she was walking into the fog with a gloomy face.

Ran Qing was infected by her and became nervous.

Soon, they walked out of the fog and came to a gloomy and twisted old forest.

In the old woods, there is a crooked loess road that slopes upward.

Outside the old forest, thick fog obscured everything, but there was a clear dividing line between the trees and the fog.

Aunt Liu walked straight into the dark old woods, and Ran Qing followed.

This dark loess road is the first half of the journey to Wuzhai Pass that Ran Qing has come twice.

After only being here twice, Ran Qing already felt incredibly familiar with this place. In the empty old woods, there was a dead silence.

But vaguely, it seemed as if many pairs of eyes were peering in the shadows of the woods.

Aunt Liu walked out of the old woods with a gloomy face and quick steps. It was obviously a gloomy woods, but she seemed to be walking in her own back garden, without any hesitation or pause.

Ahead, the dark pass between the two mountains was eerie and silent.

Wuzhai Pass is empty, there is nothing there.

Only the cold wind swept silently through the mountains and forests.

Aunt Liu glanced at Ran Qing and said, "Do you remember what I told you to do?"

Ran Qing nodded seriously: "Remember."

In the past week, Aunt Liu had already told Ran Qing what to do when saving people tonight.

Aunt Six had already made a solid plan, just waiting to be implemented.

Now that she had confirmed it, Aunt Liu headed straight towards Wuzhai Pass.

Little Mianhua ran in front, leading the way for Ran Qing and the others just like last time.

But this time, there were no red rope figures following, nor were there those biting dead faces.

Ran Qing and Aunt Liu walked in the darkness and soon saw a familiar abandoned courtyard. In the courtyard, there was a cold, deep well.

Ran Qing was a little nervous and subconsciously looked at Aunt Liu.

The gloomy and cold tablet required him to hold it with both hands, leaving him with no free hands to grab the gavel or sprinkle incense ashes.

But Aunt Liu seemed not to have noticed the strange wellhead and passed by the collapsed courtyard wall with a cold face.

The white lantern hanging on the gate of the courtyard shook violently, as if it had discovered something.

The sound of cold water echoed in the wellhead, and something emerged from the bottom of the well and was wriggling along the wall.

The strange rustling sound made Ran Qing's hair stand on end.

But Aunt Liu just glanced coldly at the well mouth, with a murderous gleam in her dead fish-like eyes, ready to devour someone.

The next second, a pale face flashed by at the wellhead.

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The thing went back to the bottom of the well and there was no movement.

The white lantern hanging on the gate of the courtyard was also motionless as if dead, frozen in mid-air, looking inexplicably funny.

Aunt Liu took Ran Qing past the abandoned yard and soon left the yard in the darkness behind them.

At the last moment before the yard disappeared, Ran Qing glanced back.

He saw a resentful face lying at the mouth of the well, staring at him.

But until Ran Qing and Aunt Liu disappeared into the darkness, that resentful face did not dare to chase them out.

The sloppy, lazy, mean and vicious Sixth Aunt seemed to be much more terrifying than Ran Qing had imagined...

The things deep in the ghost world of Wujiang River were all terrifying evil spirits that Ran Qing encountered alone and were almost certain to die.

But the thing in the well was obviously afraid of Aunt Liu.

Ran Qing remained silent and continued to follow Aunt Liu.

They passed a lonely telephone booth in the darkness, a broken asphalt road with flickering streetlights, a strange large box painted red, and a bus stop with flickering lights...

Except for the bus stop, which Aunt Liu avoided far away, she walked straight past all the other places.

Soon, under the guidance of Xiao Mianhua, they came across a lonely, tired and weak figure sitting on the side of the dark mountain path.

Pale face, drooping arms, bloodstained school uniform...

Li Hongye, she just sat there quietly.

The process of finding her was unexpectedly smooth.

(End of this chapter)