Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 62: Ten Years of Past Events

Seeing Li Hongye standing alone on the dark mountain road ahead, Aunt Liu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her steps, which had been moving forward, suddenly stopped at this moment, and she did not move forward rashly.

Ran Qing also stopped beside her, holding the heavy wooden sign tightly in his hand.

Li Hongye sat calmly and weakly on the mountain path, unaware of the two living people approaching from afar.

Her skin was still pale, and her dark eyes were eerily creepy, no different from the last time I saw her.

But Ran Qing could vaguely feel that Li Hongye was a little weaker than last time, but the weakness was not obvious.

Aunt Six also narrowed her eyes and muttered, "That burial method is really weird. The body wasn't seriously damaged even after being burned..."

Sixth Aunt's words made Ran Qing feel uneasy - the body was burned, but Li Hongye was not seriously injured?
He looked at Sixth Aunt, but she glanced at him and sneered, "What? Are you scared?"

"Don't worry, just do as I tell you, nothing will go wrong."

"I've been preparing for so many days, and now I've even brought out the tablets of the past masters. Even if her father comes back to life tonight, I'll still kill him!"

Sixth Aunt raised the strange blowpipe. When her right arm rose and her sleeves dropped, Ran Qing vaguely saw a faint bruise on her right wrist.

That was the scratch that Sixth Aunt got when she first met Li Hongye.

The bruises have faded a lot now.

But now Ran Qing's attention was completely attracted by Aunt Liu's last words.

Li Hongye's father...

Ran Qing's gaze suddenly focused.

Aren’t Li Hongye’s parents witches?
Could it be that Sixth Aunt knows Li Hongye’s real father?

Ran Qing immediately looked at Aunt Liu, only to see that she had raised the blowpipe and was blowing hard.

But this time, what came out of the blowpipe was not a paper horse.

It was a paper figure wearing colorful clothes.

After being blown out, the paper figure expanded rapidly and stood upright next to Ran Qing.

Aunt Liu continued to blow without stopping, and soon the second, the third... a total of six paper figures came out of the blowpipe.

The brightly painted paper people were dressed in ugly colorful clothes and had strange features painted on their faces.

They stood there blankly, surrounding Ran Qing.

Ran Qing, who was surrounded by paper figures, became stiff all over, his face turned sore, and he instantly lost the ability to move independently.

All the questions I wanted to ask were kept in my stomach.

Ran Qing widened his eyes and stared at Aunt Liu.

On the dark mountain road, Aunt Six said coldly, "Don't look at me like that. I just found out about this last night."

Aunt Liu stuffed the blowpipe into the small wooden box, closed the box, and then raised the ghost-eye sheepskin drum.

She stared intently at Li Hongye on the mountain path and said, "After the knife seller left last night, I couldn't sleep, so I went back to the girl's house to take a look. This time, I searched inside and out three or four times before I found a clue."

"If I'm not mistaken, this girl's father knew me and Ran Lao San ten years ago."

"If she really is that man's child, then it's not surprising that she came to kill you..."

When mentioning this matter, Aunt Liu's face turned ashen, stiff and extremely ugly.

She cursed angrily, "But I don't want to talk about that rubbish your father did! Just thinking about it makes me feel sick!"

"When Ran Lao San wakes up, go ask him yourself!"

Aunt Liu was angry and irritated. She raised the sheepskin drum in her hand viciously, as if to vent her anger.

The goatskin drum with strange lines on its surface, forming eye-like patterns, is disturbing.

The moment Sixth Aunt raised the sheepskin drum, Ran Qing felt as if he was being stared at coldly by a pair of huge eyes.

At this moment, in the dark night sky above their heads, there seemed to be a pair of huge eyes staring at this place indifferently.

The next second, Aunt Liu took a deep breath and struck the drum. Little Mianhua disappeared into the darkness.

Ran Qing couldn't help but move forward, and was carried by the six paper figures and floated towards Li Hongye.

But Li Hongye on the mountain road was unaware of Ran Qing's arrival.

It just suddenly turned its head and looked at the vicious woman not far away, as if it only saw Aunt Six.

One after another, pale grave mounds appeared in the mountains and forests.

Shadowy ghosts crawled out from the graves.

But Aunt Liu stood there and just beat the sheepskin drum in her hand.

A strange babbling sound emerged from the surrounding darkness.

The ugly little men tied with red ropes were screaming and had surrounded Li Hongye on the mountain path without her noticing.

A series of hideous and bitten dead faces appeared under Aunt Liu's feet.

The pungent and dull smell of fire smoke rose up from the mountain road.

In the darkness behind Aunt Liu, a huge, vague shadow of a goat flashed by and disappeared.

Li Hongye's body slowly stood up.

It stared straight at the woman on the mountain path. Countless little red rope figures squeaked and rushed towards it, but Li Hongye remained indifferent.

The grave mound beneath her feet cracked open, and shadowy ghosts crawled out and pounced on the red rope man.

But these little red rope figures are much scarier than the last time Ran Qing brought them.

They jumped and ran on the ground, and finally the little red rope men flew out directly, their sharp and slender bodies stretched straight, flying towards Li Hongye like needles dragging red ribbons.

The ghosts tried to stop them, but the sharp red ropes easily pierced the ghosts.

In an instant, a continuous red drizzle began to fall on the mountain path.

Li Hongye's figure was submerged in the red raindrops.

But as Ran Qing approached with the paper figure floating by, he saw the red raindrops falling in front and behind Li Hongye, all hovering in the air.

It seemed as if there was an invisible umbrella that stopped these little red rope figures.

The next second, Li Hongye turned around and looked at these red rope figures coldly.

Wherever its cold gaze went, pale green ghost fires continued to emerge from the red rope figurine.

Those little red rope figures screamed and fled, jumping away from Li Hongye continuously.

The dead face that could be bitten was already crawling to its feet, roaring.

As the little red rope people were running away and screaming, these biting dead faces suddenly leaped up, like a ball of sticky mud monsters, roaring and pouncing on Li Hongye.

One after another, the madly biting human faces directly penetrated the invisible barrier in the void and fell on Li Hongye continuously.

Aunt Liu on the mountain path looked at this scene with a heavy face and murmured.

"Girl, don't let the disaster affect your family..."

"No matter what, you shouldn't come to see Ran Qing."

"You even want to harm the unrelated Ran family kid and me, so Sixth Aunt can't keep you here!"

Aunt Liu took a deep breath, and the expression on her face was instantly replaced by violence and ferocity.

At this moment, she seemed to have become something else.

Aunt Liu raised the sheepskin drum, and there was no more tenderness and hesitation in her eyes.

All that was left of her was the evil, cold, violent and cruel nature.

Boom!
The evil ghost-eyed sheepskin drum was struck loudly by her!
The roaring sound of war drums echoed throughout the mountain path. The rumbling vibrations seemed to spread throughout the entire Wujiang ghost world!

(End of this chapter)