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the other side.

Suburbs of Fengdu.

After lunch, Yu Zixin said goodbye to Xu Mingxiu and told her that she was going out for a while.

Xu Mingxiu didn't think much of it, she just told her to come back soon.

Yu Zixin changed into casual clothes, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and went out with a canvas bag on her back.

She took a bus for forty minutes and got off at the terminal station on the outskirts of the city.

After walking for another fifteen minutes, I finally stood at the entrance of the Fengdu Suburban Cemetery.

The sun has already set.

The cemetery entrance was deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Two rows of cypress trees stood straight on both sides of the road, and the wind blew from the direction of the cemetery, carrying a smell of soil and incense ash.

Yu Zixin stood at the gate, clutching the strap of her canvas bag, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Her expression was somewhat flustered.

Although she had been here several times, every time she stood at this doorway, the fear that seeped into her bones made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Especially now.

There wasn't a single living person around.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the cypress leaves.

Yu Zixin took a deep breath, quickly reached her right hand into the side pocket of her canvas bag, and pulled out several neatly folded yellow papers.

The yellow paper was decorated with vermilion patterns.

Although the strokes are still a bit rough and the lines are not smooth enough, the overall structure of the talisman is complete.

She drew this herself.

Yu Zixin clutched the yellow talismans in her hand, as if she suddenly felt more confident.

Her breathing calmed down, and she loosened her grip on the canvas bag strap.

Yu Zixin glanced at the yellow talisman in her hand, then looked up at the cemetery gate. She bit her lip.

Finally, I mustered up my courage and stepped inside.

She walked along the stone path in the cemetery, with rows of neat tombstones on both sides.

Some tombstones still have fresh flowers in front of them, while others are covered in dust.

A chilly wind was blowing.

Yu Zixin walked along the stone path all the way to the depths of the cemetery.

Her purpose in coming here was simple.

verification.

During this period, she had the same dream every night.

In my dream, there was an old man with white hair, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a kind face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Every time the old man appeared in her dream, he would teach her something.

To draw symbols.

Make a hand seal.

There are even some mnemonic devices.

At first, Yu Zixin thought she was under too much pressure and that her thoughts were manifesting in her dreams.

After all, her father had just passed away, and so many things had happened in the family. It's normal for her to have strange dreams when she's not in a good mental state.

But the problem is...

She remembered everything the old man taught her when she woke up.

Clearly and distinctly.

Every stroke, every finger in a handprint, is etched in my mind.

Even more outrageous is...

She tried drawing a talisman and made a hand seal according to the method taught by the old man in her dream.

And sure enough, my fingertips lit up.

Although it was only a faint glimmer of light, almost invisible, it was absolutely real.

This cannot be explained by dreaming.

Yu Zixin is not stupid.

She knew what Yang Guang did and had personally witnessed him using those methods.

Therefore, she knew very well that what she learned in her dream was genuine Taoist magic.

She just didn't tell Yang Guang.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but rather that she wanted to verify it herself first.

What if it really is just a coincidence?

What if it was just a psychological suggestion she developed after watching Yang Guang perform so many spells?

So she came to the cemetery to look for ghosts.

The old man in her dream told her that the talisman she drew was called the Yin Talisman.

It allows ordinary people to briefly see things from the underworld.

If this talisman is real.

In a cemetery, a place with heavy yin energy, she must have seen things she shouldn't have seen.

Yu Zixin stopped in front of a row of tombstones.

She took out a drawn yellow talisman from her canvas bag, held one corner of the talisman with her left hand, and with her right index and middle fingers together, gently touched it to her forehead as the old man in her dream had taught her.

A chill spread from between my eyebrows.

It felt like someone had stuck a block of ice on her forehead.

then.

Yu Zixin's pupils suddenly contracted.

She saw it.

A few semi-transparent figures floated scattered among the tombstones.

Some people squatted in front of their own tombstones, lost in thought, while others wandered aimlessly through the cemetery.

it is true.

It's all true.

Everything the old man taught her in her dream was true.

Yu Zixin's heart pounded.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she forced herself to calm down.

Take a deep breath.

Take another deep breath!

Fortunately, those wandering spirits were quite far away from her, and they didn't seem to notice her.

Yu Zixin clenched the remaining yellow talismans in her hand, preparing to turn and leave.

The verification has been completed.

The result is true.

She needs to think carefully about what to do next.

Should we tell Yang Guang? When should we tell him? How should we tell him?

These are all things that need to be considered.

But in the instant she turned around...

A sudden chill ran down my back.

It felt like someone suddenly poured a glass of ice water down the back of your neck in the dead of winter.

Yu Zixin's steps froze instantly.

Her breathing became rapid.

Because she sensed something was behind her.

And it's very close.

She was so close that she could feel a chilling aura blowing onto her back.

Yu Zixin closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

His fingers gripped the yellow talismans so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

then.

She turned around abruptly!

Eyes wide open!

A figure was standing less than a meter behind her.

His face was deathly pale, his hair was bluish, and he was wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit with his hair sticking messily to his forehead.

But what really sends chills down your spine are his eyes.

His eyes held only a creepy, lewd quality that sent shivers down your spine.

He was staring intently at Yu Zixin.

To be precise, he was staring at Yu Zixin's face.

That look in his eyes was like that of a homeless person who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Yu Zixin's breathing almost stopped.

Although this wasn't the first time she had seen a ghost.

But Yang Guang was present on all those occasions.

That guy, who may be a bit of a joker, but never lets you down when it matters, just having him there gives you a sense of security.

But now she is alone, and Yang Guang is not by her side.

She was the only one there, along with the ghost in front of her who was staring at her with an extremely disgusting look.

After the ghost saw Yu Zixin's appearance clearly, it was completely stunned.

An extremely exaggerated expression of surprise appeared on his pale, bluish face.

It's like winning five million.

He suddenly looked up at the sky, clasped his hands together, and muttered, "God!"

"You've finally seen the light!"

"When I, Dazhuang, was alive, I was a bachelor for thirty years, and after I died, I wandered around for another ten years."

"I never expected to run into such a beautiful girl today!"

"Is this your way of making it up to me?"

"It must be!"

"Thank you for nature's bounty!"