Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 78 Ghost King Coffin

On the altar, the vivid evil ghost mask was pressed down tightly by a bone hammer, unable to move.

The harsh and angry shouts kept echoing in Ran Qing's ears.

Mixed in with it were vicious curses and threats.

But Ran Qing's face was indifferent, without any fear.

He said coldly, "If the mask is destroyed, the worst that can happen is that I can just rest for a while and start over."

"But everyone, you're about to get hurt... Again, I won't embarrass you, and please don't embarrass me!"

Ran Qing's face was cold and hard, and he lifted up the other basin beside his feet with one hand.

The medicinal juice made from seventeen kinds of medicinal herbs soaked in goat blood emits a strong stench.

This is a special poison that is only effective against the evil master's objects.

The Yin-walking people invented this poison to threaten the evil master.

Not all evil masters will accept ghost walkers setting up altars in the underworld and borrowing their power at will.

Occasionally, talks break down.

The moment the medicine basin was brought out, the screams and curses echoing in Ran Qing's ears became even more harsh and intense.

But Ran Qing, who had expected this, was extremely indifferent to it.

He listened to the vicious curses and threats in silence for a long time, and finally grabbed the Nuo opera mask on the altar with an expressionless face.

If the talks fail, it will be a lose-lose situation for both parties!

But just as Ran Qing was about to throw the Nuo opera mask into the stinking medicine basin, a cold wind suddenly blew past, disrupting the tense atmosphere around the altar.

In the darkness outside the altar, several huge black shadows suddenly walked over.

They were blurry, mysterious, and strange. They came clearly from the darkness, yet they were as huge as mountains.

In a trance, Ran Qing seemed to see a god as tall as a mountain in the ancient Qianghe Mountains walking towards him.

An extremely small sense of inferiority and fear emerged in his heart.

He subconsciously took a step back and found that the dark shadows walked straight to the altar and sat down.

The noisy and piercing sharp screams all around disappeared in an instant.

It was so quiet around Ran Qing that you could hear a pin drop.

He frowned subconsciously, seeing that the shadows were all staring at him quietly.

Cold, looking down...

At this moment, Ran Qing felt only coldness.

There was no violence, no greed, no cruelty... These dark shadows, like high and mighty gods, stared at Ran Qing, the ant, with indifference.

The feeling they gave Ran Qing was like that of Aunt Liu's ghost-eyed goat god.

Tall and majestic, mysterious and eerie, ancient and creepy...

Ran Qing frowned, sat back down, tilted his ear and began to listen.

Finally, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

“…Ghost King Coffin?!”

He heard an unfamiliar word.

For some reason, the moment he heard these three words, his sense of being a ghost started to warn him crazily, and an inexplicable fear spread throughout his body.

It's like when humans see a hairy spider or a wriggling colorful venomous snake, the ancient fear hidden in their genes is awakened.

——Does this Ghost King Coffin have some connection with the lineage of ghost walkers?

Little Cotton, who had been lying at his feet with her eyes covered in fear, suddenly trembled, as if reacting to the word.

Ran Qing frowned and hesitated for a moment: "...I can't add the sacrifice."

This is the bottom line that those who practice Yin-walking cannot cross.

When communicating with the evil master, giving in is taboo!

Even if these evil masters do not seem to be ordinary evil spirits, they will never give in!
In the darkness, those dark shadows looked at Ran Qing coldly.

Among them was an evil lord who seemed to be laughing—laughing at Ran Qing’s high self-esteem.

After more than ten seconds, Ran Qing's brows relaxed again.

He lowered his head, looked at the little cotton ball lying at his feet, and murmured, "Is this also the secret that all the ghost walkers of all generations have been looking for? You won't force me to complete it?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Ran Qing decided to agree.

"I……"

But the moment he looked up, he found that all the dark shadows beside the altar had disappeared.

Those ghostly figures that were as huge as mountains and as ancient and terrifying as the ghost-eyed goat gods disappeared without a trace.

Ran Qing hadn't agreed to the plan yet, but the ghost feast, which had nearly fallen through, was still completed. In the large vat behind Ran Qing, all the incense sticks suddenly burst into flames.

A pungent and dull smell spread in the air.

Those ancient and terrifying evil masters only brought a special message and did not seem to expect Ran Qing to complete it.

Now that the message has been conveyed, they leave immediately.

The little figures hung on the ceiling with red ropes began to rustle and make babbling sounds.

In the large vat of incense ash, dead faces were biting and swallowing the ashes that fell from the incense sticks above their heads.

Since the death of Aunt Liu, the room, which had been cold for a week, became stuffy, hot and choking with smoke again.

The power of the evil masters helped Ran Qing ignite the soul incense in this tomb.

From now on, although Ran Qing is a living person, he has his own tomb in the ghost world of Wujiang, like an evil dead thing.

This means that he has become a true ghost walker, a special existence that wanders between yin and yang, life and death!
But at this moment, Ran Qing did not feel the joy of successfully lighting the incense. Instead, he frowned and looked at the small cotton balls at his feet.

"...Little Mianhua, could Sixth Aunt's last wish be related to the Ghost King's Coffin?"

The ancient country of Gu Luo was full of evil spirits.

When the ancient Luo Kingdom sank into the ground, the Ghost King also buried his coffin in the depths of darkness.

The information brought by the evil masters was shocking, strange, and made Ran Qing feel inexplicably creepy, evoking a certain kind of fear that only ghosts could have.

Little Mianhua raised her head tremblingly and looked at Ran Qing in surprise.

"Ah? How did you know? Did those evil masters tell you?" Little Mianhua said in surprise, "Those who practice the underworld throughout the ages have been searching for the Ghost King's Coffin."

"But only my aunt and her master have truly discovered the clues to the Ghost King's Coffin, and they are almost there."

"This is my aunt's greatest obsession and last wish. It is said that if the Ghost King's coffin is opened, the ancestors of the ghosts of all generations will be liberated and will no longer wander around and eat people."

Little Mianhua tells the legend of the Ghost King's Coffin and Aunt Liu's search for this legendary object.

Ran Qing frowned as he listened, his expression becoming more serious the more he listened...

"Is that so?"

In the darkness, Ran Qing muttered to himself.

No wonder Aunt Six is ​​so obsessed with this, it turns out it is related to the entire lineage of the Yin-walking people!

……

In the early morning, bright sunlight fell into the house through the gap in the door, forming a mottled beam of light on the ground.

Ran Qing, who was sleeping in the quilt, vaguely heard some rustling noises.

It sounded like someone was moving around in the room.

Finally, the footsteps reached his bedside.

Ran Qing, who was half asleep and half awake, murmured with his eyes closed: "Little Cotton, what are you doing again..."

Ran Qing rubbed his eyes tiredly and opened them sleepily.

Opening the Yin Altar and lighting soul incense last night exhausted his energy, and then he stayed up late reading until dawn. Ran Qing fell asleep in a daze.

Now he just felt extremely sleepy and wanted to stop the naughty little girl from disturbing his sleep.

But when I opened my sleepy eyes, what I saw was a ceiling with peeling paint and a girl's face that looked... familiar.

A girl he had never seen before squatted beside the bed, her hands on her chin, looking down at him curiously.

Ran Qing was lying on the bed of his sixth aunt's daughter with his legs spread out. He had a strange sleeping posture and was only wearing shorts. His eyes were open dully, and he was looking into the eyes of the girl above him.

At this moment, their breathing was so close that they could almost hear each other.

Ran Qing was stunned for a moment. He had never seen this girl before, but he always felt that her face seemed to have appeared somewhere before.

and……

"How did you get in?!"

Ran Qing was so frightened that he suddenly shrank into the quilt and wrapped his naked body with the quilt.

He looked at the girl squatting beside the bed in astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost: "Who are you?!"

Are thieves nowadays so bold?
Dare to enter the house at daybreak?

Do you dare to come directly to the landlord?

But in the slightly dim light in the room, the girl, who was wearing a white dress and a beautiful hair accessory on her head, and was as beautiful and delicate as a character on TV, stared at him with suspicion.

He asked back, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?"

The girl glared at Ran Qing and asked, "Why are you sleeping in my bed?"

"Also, where's my mom? Where did you take her to? Why is there nothing left in her room?"

(End of this chapter)