Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 119 The Souls of the Ancestors by the Fire Pit

As you emerge from the residential buildings, you gain a preliminary understanding of the unusual situation in Songziwan.

He Mu's one-sided account did not convince you.

Evil spirits are at work here.

But the tongue sticking out of the dark room behind the inn raised even more questions in your mind.

Is there really only one evil spirit?

Or perhaps this small Songzi Bay hides even more secrets you don't know about.

With these thoughts in mind, you decide to explore the next location: the village's ancestral hall.

Zhou Qing frowned and pondered as he looked at the continuously progressing game text. Just then, Green Plum walked in from outside the room: "Young Master, Miss Su has arrived, accompanied by Manager Qian, who has just recovered from a serious illness."

"Qian Siliang can move around so quickly?"

Zhou Qing was slightly surprised, but considering that he couldn't get away at the moment, he casually said, "Tell them to wait in the side room for a while, I'll be there in a bit."

"Yes, young master."

Green Plum turned and left in a hurry.

Zhou Qing then refocused his attention on the game interface.

Since the last use of "Corpse Barrier", the yin-yang symbol in Gu Qinghan's status bar has once again begun to fill towards the black side.

Wait until it is fully replenished.

The next time this ability is used, it will transform into the [Evil Demon].

"Given the current situation, transforming into the Evil Demon is a trump card for this crucial moment."

"Manager Gu, the ancestral hall is just ahead. It's where all the villagers of Songziwan place their ancestral tablets," He Mu said in a low voice, hiding behind a large tree.

The pink miasma around us has dissipated.

The villagers who had previously stayed indoors are now going out, but since there is nothing to do, they seem to have nothing to do, so they wander around the streets and alleys or linger outside the inn.

Fortunately, a shepherd came to the village entrance to sell sheep, which attracted many people, making the area around the ancestral hall relatively deserted.

Gu Qinghan looked ahead.

The entire ancestral hall is surrounded by fences and brick walls, enclosing an extremely spacious area. The main hall of the ancestral hall is a room covered with tiles, and a large peach tree grows in front of it.

This should be the place where the sacrificial ceremony was held at Songziwan.

With He Mu leading the way, Gu Qinghan easily entered the ancestral hall.

Normally, only an elderly man guards the place, but he was fast asleep in the courtyard at the moment, completely unaware of the two people.

"So much corpse energy."

Upon entering the ancestral hall, Gu Qinghan immediately smelled an extremely strong stench of death.

He Mu whispered behind her, "Behind the ancestral hall is the village's hearth. In Songziwan, there's a custom of cremating deceased elders in the hearth. This way, their souls will remain in the world and continue to bless their relatives."

Only after the spirit tablet is burned in the hearth can it be placed in the ancestral hall.

Gu Qinghan frowned upon hearing this.

She was extremely sensitive to the aura of corpses. Logically speaking, these corpses had all been burned, so it was impossible for them to produce any aura of corpses.

"Do you still want to go in?" He Mu was still a little hesitant.

After all, there are demons and evil spirits, so perhaps these deceased ancestors really do have ghosts, and they are now wandering in the ancestral hall.

What if he brings a stranger in and angers the ancestors in the ancestral hall, and is punished?

Although Gu Qinghan didn't want to go in either, the gods wouldn't allow it.

She took a step, went around the side door, and walked towards the hearth behind the ancestral hall. He Mu didn't dare to leave and could only grit his teeth and follow.

The hearth has an extremely simple structure.

A kiln stood in the center, next to a large cluster of graves, the ground covered with paper money. White ash drifted in the air; it was unclear whether it was ashes or something else.

The thick stench of death lingered in the hearth.

After Gu Qinghan stepped into the fire pit, he heard many piercing sounds. These sounds were dense and chaotic, as if hundreds of people were wailing in his ears.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

"Help me, I need to get out of here."

"The hearth is polluted; sooner or later we'll all become nourishment for them—what unworthy descendants!"

Eerie sounds echoed in my ears, and the white ash flying in the air gradually coalesced into illusory figures, rolling and tearing at each other in the fire pit.

Gu Qinghan's expression changed slightly.

Suddenly, a transparent figure made of white and gray rushed in front of her.

"Evil! Kill that monk in the Buddhist temple, and we can help you. We'll do anything to free us!"

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Splash!

The moment he finished speaking, the solidified white-ash figure immediately crumbled into powder and fell into the graveyard.

Gu Qinghan looked ahead.

Within the fire pit, countless illusory figures overlapped and twisted, merging and separating, like a single entity, yet also like tormented souls suffering endless pain.

At that moment, a chilling, bone-deep cold air rose from beneath the ground.

A dense aura of death surged forth and immediately rushed towards Gu Qinghan.

"This fire pit is more like a unique, large-scale corpse-raising ground!"

Gu Qinghan inhaled the corpse energy, just like when he was still human and inhaled the pure spiritual energy surging from the Seven Heavens Palace. He felt completely refreshed, and even his zombie body was subtly enhanced, bringing him closer to becoming a white zombie.

She took a deep breath and looked at the illusory image in the fire pit.

The ancestors of Songziwan have vanished, and no one knows what they have become.

Demons, ghosts, or evil spirits?

If there were a practitioner skilled in the art of communicating with ghosts and spirits, they might be able to identify it.

They seemed to be bound in the fire pit, unable to leave.

Their current demand is to kill the monks in the Buddhist temple in order to achieve liberation.

It seems that their current predicament is closely related to the fertility temple on the back mountain.

Buddhist temple —

Gu Qinghan felt even more puzzled.

It's clearly a small village outside Jiang'an City, so why is it so unusual? There are Buddhist temples and hearths that I've never seen anywhere else, and they are completely opposite to the local customs.

She looked at He Mu beside her, only to find that his expression was normal.

Although their faces showed fear, they were unaware of anything unusual in the hearth, nor did they hear anything from these "ancestral spirits."

The cries for help and shouts.

The corpse energy only lasted for a short while before it stopped surging towards her.

Besides the corpse's aura, there was also a sinister aura mixed in. However, this aura lingered around the body and was not digested by the zombie's body. It was as if it had taken the benefits from these ancestors and been marked by them.

Gu Qinghan's mind was in turmoil, but his body began to walk outside.

The deity continued to control her body, leading He Mu out of the ancestral hall and directly towards the boat dock near Songziwan River, where villagers moor their fishing boats.

She couldn't control the gods' thoughts; she was preoccupied with something else.

She was certain she had never seen this kind of hearth before, and neither in Jiang'an nor in the Nanxiang area had such a custom.

But the scene before her eyes subtly evoked a sense of familiarity in her memory, as if she had experienced it herself.

These "early people" who kept coming together and then dispersing made her feel a sense of fear and hatred for no reason.