Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 70 Inheritance
In the mountains and forests, a gloomy white fog surged.

Ran Qing saw a number of tall, strange white shadows, looming in the white mist.

They dragged their long arms and wore strange pale robes, floating in the fog as stiff and sluggish as puppets.

The pale flags seemed to be wriggling in the fog.

It looked like a wedding procession, but also like a funeral.

In a trance, Ran Qing even saw that the team in the white mist was carrying a strange object that looked like a coffin and a sedan chair.

An inexplicable chill instantly gripped Ran Qing's eyes.

Just by seeing the strange thing in the white mist, he felt as if he was sucked in, and his consciousness was about to leave his body.

A huge force suddenly tore from the side, waking Ran Qing up.

The middle-aged man cursed angrily: "Don't look!"

"That's a thing that only catches living people! The most evil thing in the ancient Luo Kingdom!"

"You are not worthy of being offended by someone of your ability!"

The middle-aged man cursed angrily and dragged Ran Qing to continue running.

At this time, they had already run out of the gloomy old forest and rushed into the fog outside the forest.

The middle-aged man was obviously familiar with the route and rushed into the fog with a clear purpose.

But the place he went to was the opposite of Sixth Aunt and Ran Qing. Sixth Aunt's voice rang out in the fog.

"We can't go to the Ghost Gate! Third brother! This way!" Aunt Liu took Ran Qing and rushed towards the river.

The middle-aged man hurriedly caught up and asked anxiously, "Sixth sister, what happened at Ghost Gate? Why can't we go there?"

"Also, you just said that the knife seller asked you to buy the Life and Death Knife on credit... Could it be that your life and death will be fulfilled by these things?"

"But there's no reason for them to keep staring at you!"

The middle-aged man asked hurriedly, but after he asked, the woman next to him did not respond at all.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shout, "Sixth Sister!"

The shrill roar made the middle-aged woman tremble.

The next second, Sixth Aunt's dark and rough face turned and stared at Ran Jianfei.

She grinned and said, "Third brother, you talk too much!"

At this moment, the only shadow left behind Aunt Liu was a burly and ferocious ghost.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically when he saw this scene.

"Sixth sister, your shadow...is wrong! Your life span is over!"

Ran Jianfei suddenly grabbed Ran Qing, dragged his son away, and stared at the middle-aged woman beside him in horror.

"You only have one shadow left... Your life span is over! You're not Sixth Sister at all! You're the ghost in her! You've been pretending to be her all along!"

The middle-aged man looked extremely ugly.

But the woman with the sinister smile sneered, "What nonsense are you talking about, Third Brother? What do you mean I'm not Sixth Sister..."

"My life span is over, but my life span is not!"

"I agreed with her that I will be her until her last wish is fulfilled! I am Mo Baifeng!"

"My lineage hasn't been passed down yet, and I haven't finished what I want to do. How can I die? And my daughter... my daughter..."

The woman's expression suddenly turned painful when she mentioned her daughter.

Her face became extremely distorted, sometimes showing a sinister smile, and sometimes showing the feeling of wanting to cry. The rapidly changing face was like a pool of mixed paint, extremely chaotic.

Looking at this woman, a trace of grief flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Sixth sister, you exchanged the Yin Shou Book for your life... That ghost book must not be used!"

"You yourself said that the ghost writings that the ghost walkers of the past suddenly understood before their death were not revelations at all. They were the evil spirits tempting them!"

"You yourself said that your master turned into that kind of thing after his death, you..."

The middle-aged man couldn't say any more.

The woman he was shouting at roared at him cruelly and viciously, as ferocious as a ghost.

"Why are you talking so much? Third brother, I saved you, and you're talking behind my back!"

"If I don't live, if I don't use the Yin Shou Book... then what? I still have things I haven't finished... I can't die! I can't die!"

The woman became extremely angry and impatient, and her shrill roar was extremely harsh.

The middle-aged man didn't want to listen anymore and was about to flee. But at this moment, a young man's voice suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between the two middle-aged men.

"Sixth Aunt! Tell me what you want to do, and I'll help you do it all!"

Ran Qing's voice suddenly rang out, and the woman, who originally had a gloomy expression, was stunned.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Ran Qing.

The middle-aged man who was holding Ran Qing's face changed drastically.

But the cold aura on Aunt Six gradually faded away.

She stared blankly at Ran Qing, at the pale young face before her. Tears actually flowed from Sixth Aunt's always cold and cloudy eyes.

"Good boy..."

Aunt Liu muttered to herself and stopped in the fog.

Ahead is the dark, surging river.

The river was covered in thick fog, and it was impossible to see how far the other side was.

Behind him, the eerie and shrill sound of musical instruments was approaching.

Those evil and terrifying white shadows were moving at an alarming speed.

Aunt Liu took out a thick stack of white paper from a small wooden box. As she threw it forward, the stack of white paper spread out on the dark river surface and turned into a small paper raft.

The middle-aged man jumped up directly, and when he turned around, he found that Aunt Liu was holding Ran Qing and staying on the shore.

His expression changed slightly: "What are you dawdling about?"

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the gloomy and piercing sounds of suona and golden cymbals came from the river behind him... The piercing, eerie and terrifying music sounded on the other side of the river and kept getting closer.

Those eerie and terrifying voices seemed to have surrounded the three of them.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically when he heard the noise.

Aunt Liu was not surprised at all. She smiled with relief, stroked the boy's head, and said, "Kid, you and your father go first and wait for Aunt Liu on the other side."

"After I deal with this group of troublemakers, I'll come over and teach you some skills."

Aunt Liu stretched out her skinny chicken claw-like fingers and snatched the gloomy wooden sign from Ran Qing's arms.

The middle-aged man's soul dragged Ran Qing onto the paper raft.

Ran Qing tried to struggle: "Sixth Aunt!"

But Aunt Six looked at him gently, smiled, and said, "Go, son, go with your father. You will only be a burden to me if you stay."

"Those things have been chasing me for so long. Now that I'm here tonight, I won't give up easily."

"But don't worry, Aunt Six won't be dragged away. I guessed a long time ago that they might appear tonight."

"That female classmate of yours can't possibly kill me. The only ones who can kill me are probably this group of people."

"So I brought out the tablets of the past masters, as well as the knife of life and death from the man who borrowed it on credit... All of this is prepared for them!"

The paper raft floated on the river, and pale dead hands dragged the raft in the water towards the other side.

The middle-aged man's soul held Ran Qing tightly, preventing him from breaking free.

But for Ran Qing, what was really hard to get rid of was Aunt Liu's words.

——You will only be a burden to me if you stay.

Ran Qing stared at Aunt Liu in a daze, looking at that vulgar, mean and lazy woman.

I watched her hunch over and tremble as she took out a yellowed book about longevity from the box.

At the moment when the fog completely submerged Aunt Liu, the ferocious and violent laughter of a burly ghost was heard on the foggy shore.

"No one can kill me! No one can kill me! Hahahaha!"

The burly ghost completely occupied Aunt Liu's body.

Ran Qing collapsed powerlessly on the raft, staring blankly at the figure disappearing in the fog.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that winter day ten years ago. Braving the cold winter wind, he happily ran into the house, only to see a corpse hanging from the cold beams...

Endless frustration overwhelmed him.

He clenched his fists tightly and his expression became ferocious.

He must learn the skills of a sneak attack!
He doesn't want to lose anything anymore!
(End of this chapter)