Volume 1 Chapter 039: The Wandering Spirit of the Corpse
I chuckled. Qingzi turned away and looked out the window, ignoring me. After the car started, it began to bump northward. After leaving the mountainous area, the road became flat and wide. Qingzi kept looking at the scenery outside the window, but his expression was cold and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
"It's much quieter." I was feeling a little sleepy when I suddenly heard Qingzi next to me say something lightly.
I hummed, somewhat confused: "What do you mean quiet?" Many people in the car had fallen asleep, but the car was still very noisy due to the bumpy ride.
Qingzi didn't answer. After a long while, he asked, "Are we still going to fight?"
I was stunned for a moment before I understood what she meant. I smiled and said, "We stopped fighting a long time ago. We drove the devils out long ago!"
Qingzi said "Oh" and continued to look out the window. I was a little curious, so I asked her why she became quiet. Qingzi ignored me at first, but after I asked her several times, she said impatiently: "The ghosts are crying less."
My scalp went numb and I suddenly felt a chill around me. I lowered my voice and said, "Where is the resentful spirit? Why can't I hear anything?" I didn't dare to speak loudly for fear that the passengers next to me would hear us and think we were crazy.
Qingzi said coldly: "It's only a matter of time." Although she didn't say it clearly, but from her words I could tell that I would be able to hear it sooner or later.
After the car arrived at Yuning City, we found a small hotel there and stayed overnight. As the budget was a bit tight, we only booked one room, but Qingzi slept on the bed, and I had to sleep on the floor. But this was much better than when we were in the tomb, at least there was a blanket to cushion the warmth, and I fell asleep quickly.
Although Yuning City is not a big city, it is considered a big place for a country bumpkin like me who grew up in a mountain village. Walking on the streets, I was overwhelmed by the sights. Qingzi seemed calmer than me. We changed trains in Yuning City, and after several more changes of trains, we finally returned to Huangji Town.
I passed by the Liu family's gate, but I had no intention of going in. If it weren't for the Liu family, my third uncle and I would still be living our lives in the village. I went back to the village first, imagining that maybe my third uncle was waiting for me at home, and as soon as I got back, this guy would jump out and scare me.
But it was all just a mirage, an empty dream. Our burned house still had a few charcoal-blackened pillars, and there was no major change. Since we entered the village at night, we did not attract many people's attention. I found the village chief and asked him about it. He said that Aunt Lin had been depressed since her daughter's accident, and she became ill. She has been lying in bed to recuperate recently.
I walked around the village and came out feeling depressed. Qingzi was waiting for me at the entrance of the village. When she saw me coming out, she said, "Let's go."
I looked back at the village, followed her and left, finding a small hotel in Huangji Town to stay in. The next morning, relying on my previous memory, I found the haunted house where Dead Face had imprisoned me.
The creepers on the courtyard wall were dense and lush, and at a glance, they hadn't changed much. The bluestone on the octagonal well was pushed away by me at that time, and it was still in place. I lay on the well mouth and looked inside, and it was still cold. Thinking back to when I carried Lin girl out of the well, if it wasn't for my third uncle who came, she would have almost died.
When I thought of my third uncle, I felt sad again.
Qingzi took a look and said, "So there is a cold bone well here."
I remembered that my uncle also said that this was a cold bone well, so I asked, "What is this cold bone well? Is it famous?"
Qingzi said calmly: "It's not that great, but there shouldn't be many people who know this skill."
I went to the door of the haunted house. It was exactly the same as when I left. The door still had only a door frame but no door leaf. I took a look inside and saw everything inside.
I had a hard time in there before. I stood at the door for a long time. Seeing nothing unusual, I reluctantly walked in. Qingzi looked at the door for a few times, turned around and found a clean stone in the yard to sit on, and said, "I'll wait for you outside."
My face suddenly turned bitter. I had originally thought that with her around, I would have someone to lean on if something happened, but I didn't expect that I would have to go in alone. I turned around and shouted, "If I don't come out for a long time, remember to come in and find me!"
Qingzi sat there without even raising her eyelids and ignored me.
I muttered something in my mind and walked inside. As soon as I entered the door, I realized something was wrong and immediately backed away. But the place that was clearly the door before turned into a solid wall. I backed away so hard that my back hit it. Suddenly, my vision went dark and I almost fell to the ground.
After finally recovering from the shock, I got up from the ground and saw that the room had changed. Compared to the last time I came, there were some more things on the ground. They were corpses, lying there in all directions. I counted them and there were six of them, all of them were strong men between 20 and 30 years old. The corpses had begun to rot and emitted a foul odor.
I was standing outside the door and looking inside, but I didn't notice the bodies lying on the ground at all. It seems that the deception set up by the dead face will also work on people outside.
Apart from the corpses, there was no major change in the room. It was very empty and simply furnished, with only some wooden tables and chairs, candlesticks, incense sticks, and other things. There was nothing that looked like a box. I guess it was a trick, so even if there was a box in front of me, I would not see it.
Because my life was at stake, I still remembered the footprints I had taken that day to get out of the haunted house, so I followed the same path I had taken that day. But it didn't work this time, and I kept hitting a wall.
I didn't give up and searched the whole house again, thinking that I could find some loopholes. But half a day had passed, and it was already past noon outside, but I still had no clue. I shouted a few times from outside, but there was no response. I wondered if this trick could even block the sound? Or did Qingzi, that woman, hear me and deliberately ignore me?
I walked around a few times, squatted down and looked at the bodies carefully. From the distribution of these bodies in the room, there was no pattern, some were in the east, some were in the west, and they were scattered all over the place, which showed that they were not deliberately placed there.
Looking at these people again, their bodies were shrunken, their eyeballs were bulging, and their nails were full of black blood stains. It was obvious that these people were trapped here and died of thirst and starvation. I pondered for a while and understood. After Dead Face went to southern Xinjiang with us, this haunted house was empty. Most of the corpses in the house were passers-by. Seeing that there was no one inside, they had evil intentions and wanted to come in to take some things, but they were trapped and died inside.
I lit some incense sticks again and tried several other methods, but still nothing happened. Before I knew it, the light in the room had dimmed, and it was already night. I lit a candle for light, and my stomach was growling with hunger. I didn't bring any food with me when I came in, which was a mistake. I shouted a few times outside, but there was no response.
Could this dead woman have left alone? I couldn't help but feel terrified. This haunted house was very strange. If I couldn't get out, I would probably have to rot and get worms like the corpses on the ground.
I sat cross-legged on the ground, closed my eyes and took a few breaths, trying to maintain my strength and calm myself down. After that, I tried various methods, but it was nothing but hitting the wall. I swung a chair and started to hit the wall, but the cinnabar wall didn't look very solid, but it didn't move at all despite my fierce pounding.
I'm sure people have tried this trick before, and it's completely useless.
After all the hard work, he was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, panting. As the night deepened, he moved a wooden table over and lay on it to take a nap, waiting to recover some strength before making any plans.
I didn't expect to sleep until dawn. When I got up, I felt sore all over and my stomach was growling with hunger. The first thing I did when I got up was to shout a few times outside, but there was still no response. Instead, my throat was a little smokey. There was nothing to eat or drink in this haunted house. I could only survive for a few more days at most. If I couldn't get out, I was afraid that I would end up like the guys on earth.
After several struggles, I started to curse the dead face. Could it be that this old guy wanted to drag me along before he died, and deliberately tricked me into coming here to get some broken box? He deliberately led me into this haunted house and trapped me to death here!
Soon, another day passed. I started pulling my hair, but that didn't help me think of any solution. Although I had greatly reduced my energy loss by regulating my breathing, the long period of water shortage still made my body seriously dehydrated and my mind gradually blurred.
I lay in the room, not knowing how much time had passed. I didn't expect that I would come out alive from the ancient tomb, but end up dying in a small room. As I was thinking, my heart suddenly tightened, as if I vaguely remembered something.
I forced myself to sit up and leaned against the wall. What did I think of just now? Yes, I thought of Lin Wenjing. It was when I was in despair that I dreamed of Lin Wenjing, who came to me in a wet state, and then left a series of footprints in the room, which finally led me out of the house.
"Why can Lin Wenjing do it?" I suddenly thought of something very strange. Logically speaking, the girl from the Lin family is just the daughter of an ordinary family, and she may not have learned as much as I have. Why can't I get out, but she can find a way out?
The only difference is that I am a living person, and she is a Yin corpse. I once heard from my third uncle that ghosts, corpses and other Yin objects are very sensitive to the flow of vital energy, especially some souls or corpses without spiritual consciousness, which can only move in the direction of the flow of vital energy. When I heard this at the time, I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a rumor with no basis . But later, after seeing the dead face use the magic to set up the Seven Star Soul Sealing Formation in the Liu family mansion, I had a different idea.
