Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 84 Half

The low, soul-calling voice spread like spider silk in the darkness, and gradually became hoarse, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

A strange, gloomy wind came from nowhere and silently swept through the room with closed doors and windows.

The candlelight in front of the mirror suddenly collapsed into a dot the size of a green bean, and the surrounding darkness instantly flooded the room like a tide.

Ran Qing looked normal, but the cold school uniform on his body seemed to be tightening, as if it had come to life.

The face in the mirror in front of him turned pale and creepy in the flickering candlelight.

The cold wind blowing in from the darkness became increasingly chilling and biting.

The wall in the field of vision is constantly cracking and falling off.

It was clearly a closed room, but at this moment, the whole room seemed to have fallen into desolate and dilapidated ruins, with a cold wind blowing continuously.

Ran Qing's exposed skin was pricked by the cold and covered with goose bumps.

A strange rustling sound suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It was as if countless hands were tearing at the windows and scratching the door panels in the darkness. The piercing and sharp sound made Ran Qing's face twitch and his eardrums hurt.

At this time, Ran Qing felt that the floor beneath him was gradually becoming rough. It was no longer the wooden floor in Li Hongye's house, but more like a cemetery or ruins.

Summoning ghosts and asking ghosts...

Ran Qing took a deep breath and felt a little nervous.

This was his first time walking in the underworld since he became a ghost walker.

And this time, he didn't have Aunt Six to protect him!
After calming himself down, Ran Qing continued to mutter to the face in the mirror.

"The candle flame jumps three times, and the stream in front of the door circles three times..."

"Don't stay with the wind from the east, south, west or north; turn back when the cock crows at midnight."

"Li Hongye, ah Li Hongye, when the moon sets, don't play around. Hot food and drinks are waiting for you at home."

"Don't let the wandering spirits around the house get close, and the evil spirits and masters should quickly retreat..."

"Li Hongye, Li Hongye..."

A hoarse, low voice, neither male nor female, murmured in the darkness.

Every time Ran Qing recited a paragraph, he would dip his finger in blood and touch the origami in front of him.

As the fresh blood soaked into the paper, the origami cut into the shape of a butterfly actually fluttered its wings gently and floated into the darkness, no one knew where it was going.

The cold wind blowing from the ruins became increasingly fierce.

Ran Qing sat alone in front of the mirror, vaguely aware of the increasing number of dark shadows roaming around him. Those things were wandering and tearing, as if trying to get in.

But the evil ghost mask on the back of his head came alive and squirmed behind him.

Little red rope figures were babbling and running around Ran Qing's feet.

In the incense ashes in front of the mirror, the bitten faces of the dead looked at the surrounding dark shadows with resentment and ill will, like dormant poisonous snakes.

The wind was blowing coldly, and the ghosts in the darkness were approaching and leaving, and they made strange and cold laughs.

It seemed as if he was mocking Ran Qing, but he didn't dare to get close.

Ran Qing turned a blind eye to this and continued the soul-calling ceremony with a cold face.

"Li Hongye, Li Hongye..."

Ran Qing murmured to himself, and his blood-stained finger touched the last piece of origami.

The origami that had been drained of blood fluttered up and flew up, not only sucking away the blood, but also sucking away some of Ran Qing's strength.

At this time, Ran Qing's face was pale, and the temperature of his body seemed to have been sucked away, and his hands and feet became cold.

But he didn't stop. He kept murmuring and calling the girl's name, trying to call her out from the darkness.

The shivering little cotton ball curled up at Ran Qing's feet in fear, nervously looking around secretly.

After an unknown amount of time, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly blew past, and the curled-up little Cotton was startled, and found that the ghostly figures in the darkness had disappeared without a trace.

There was nothing left around Ran Qing and the others.

In the cold mirror flickering in the dim candlelight, a pale and weird face in school uniform stared at Ran Qing. The corners of its mouth actually turned up, revealing a strange and creepy smile... Here it comes!

Ran Qing's eyes narrowed and he immediately sat up straight.

"Li Hongye, Li Hongye..."

Fear and surprise gripped Ran Qing's heart at the same time.

He really called Li Hongye out!

Although it took a lot of time.

But Li Hongye was not really liberated and still exists in the world!
With his eyelids drooping, as if he didn't see the pale face in the mirror, Ran Qing murmured and continued the ceremony.

"…The rice grains return to the warehouse, the souls return to the hall, and three pillars of incense lead the way."

"If you are willing to answer me, please write your words on the paper..."

Ran Qing picked up the pen in front of the mirror, held the pen in his hand, and slowly placed the tip of the pen on the paper.

The rough and hard rice paper feels extremely thick.

After Ran Qing's ballpoint pen fell on it, the pale white face in the mirror stared at him with a strange smile.

The next second, a cold, pale dead hand slowly stretched out from the mirror.

Ran Qing's heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene - the book only explained how to ask, but did not mention such a horrifying scene!
The pale dead hand stretched out from the mirror and fell silently into Ran Qing's hand.

The next second, Ran Qing's hand holding the pen moved uncontrollably on the rice paper.

A biting cold froze his entire right hand. Ran Qing's right hand felt like it had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter, and it was so cold that it hurt.

But at this moment, Ran Qing was only concerned about asking the ghost's answer.

A crooked character appeared on the rice paper.

【ask】

The handwriting was ugly, but it represented agreement. Ran Qing breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyelids, and whispered.

"Li Hongye, Li Hongye, the rice grains return to the warehouse and the soul returns to the hall, three pillars of fragrance lead the way..."

"May I ask, after death, do you still retain your conscious personality from your lifetime?"

The evil ghost after a person dies has the memories of his previous life, but has become something else.

They are brutal, vicious, resentful and insane, almost impossible to communicate with, and no longer have the personalities they had when they were alive.

The memories of their previous lives are more like a guide to killing, guiding them to kill their previous enemies and even relatives and friends.

But the Li Hongye seen in the Wujiang ghost world was not like this.

She still possessed her personality from her previous life and spared Ran Qing.

This was Ran Qing’s biggest doubt, and also the first thing he wanted to figure out—how did Li Hongye become like this!
A low, inquiring voice spread in the darkness, but the pale face in the mirror suddenly became indifferent and stopped smiling.

She stared straight at Ran Qing. After a moment's silence, the pale hand in the mirror grasped Ran Qing's hand and slowly slid it across the paper.

【half】

Ran Qing was surprised but confused by the response again.

Half... Does that mean that Li Hongye still has half the cruelty of an evil ghost?

Ran Qing quickly asked, "How can I help you?"

He wanted to rescue Li Hongye.

If Li Hongye still had her conscious personality from her previous life, then perhaps there was a way to completely free her from her ghostly side.

He didn't want to see Li Hongye tortured by resentment!

However, after Ran Qing asked this question, the pale hand stretched out in the mirror did not respond.

Instead, a strong and pungent smell of blood slowly approached in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)