Chapter 91 - 85: Avoiding Ghosts

Chapter 91: Chapter 85: Avoiding Ghosts

Song Zichao, Fifth Brother, and Hemorrhoid Man.

After leaving the courtyard where the Ghost Mirror was, they had fled in a mad dash, running as fast as they could. But as they ran, the people behind them grew fewer and fewer, until finally, no one was left.

Knowing full well there were ghosts here, the three of them didn’t dare to be careless. They held hands and moved as one.

It had to be said, this method was quite effective.

So far, nothing had happened to the three of them. They were hiding in a room in another house, and only after confirming there were no strange objects inside did they finally relax.

They planned to hold out here until dawn.

"If we just keep hiding here, aren’t we just waiting to die?"

Song Zichao felt this wasn’t a good idea.

Fifth Brother lowered his voice and asked, "You have a better idea?"

Song Zichao said, "Didn’t everyone say that girl with the Butterfly Knife is really strong? Maybe she can get us out of here."

"She’s just an arrogant woman," Hemorrhoid Man said, shaking his head. "No matter how strong she is, she’ll fall when faced with a ghost."

Fifth Brother nodded in agreement.

「Ten minutes later.」

They heard Zhu Fangfang’s shouts coming from the street.

"It’s that bar manager!" Song Zichao asked, "Should we go meet up with her?"

"We can’t!"

"It’s been too long. That manager must be a Ghost Slave by now. She’s trying to lure us out."

Hemorrhoid Man shook his head decisively, waving his hands with a terrified expression. "If we go, she’ll kill us!"

Fifth Brother nodded in agreement again. "Brother Chao, just to be safe, it’s better if we stay away. You can’t be so impulsive."

Hearing this, Song Zichao opened his mouth, but ultimately, he could only give up on the idea.

The shouts faded into the distance.

CREAK.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

The color drained from the faces of the three men. Their hearts began to race, all fatigue vanished, and they braced themselves to make a mad dash for it at any second.

Through the crack of the door, they saw a woman in mourning clothes enter the courtyard.

"It’s the Widow!"

Hemorrhoid Man’s voice trembled. "What do we do now? Quick, think of something."

"Shhh."

"Let’s wait and see."

Fifth Brother motioned for Hemorrhoid Man to be quiet.

Without pausing, the Widow walked step by step toward the room they were in.

"This is bad!"

"She’s coming right for us!"

"She’s found us!"

Any shred of hope the three had was gone.

"I’ll take her on!"

Song Zichao kicked the door open and strode out.

"You..."

Seeing this, Fifth Brother was both anxious and annoyed, but he had no choice but to follow.

Hemorrhoid Man didn’t dare stay in the room alone, so he hurried after them too.

"Hello."

The Widow asked politely, "Excuse me, have you seen my daughter, Little Flower?"

"She’s five years old, with two pigtails, wearing a floral-padded jacket, about this tall."

She gestured with her hand, her face full of urgency and worry. "She said she lost something and wanted to go out and look for it, but she’s been gone for a while and hasn’t come back. I’ve been out looking for a long time, but I can’t find her."

The three men: "???"

’So polite?’

’And her expression and mannerisms are exactly like a normal person’s. Could she not be a Ghost Slave?’

’Is she a normal person?’

’Impossible!’

’How could there be a normal person here!’

The three still didn’t dare let their guard down. As they were trying to figure out how to answer...

"Something’s not right."

Hemorrhoid Man’s voice trembled. "When we saw you before, didn’t you say you were holding a wake and couldn’t leave the house?"

Song Zichao and Fifth Brother became extremely tense.

The Widow was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I locked the door, then I dared to come out and look for her."

Unfortunately, her words weren’t very convincing.

None of the three men believed her.

Seeing this, the Widow sighed helplessly and said, "I really am just looking for my daughter. Why won’t you believe me?"

A thick Yin Qi surged from her body.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

Alarm bells screamed in their minds. They wanted to move, but they found their bodies were rigid and they couldn’t budge an inch.

Despair spread through them.

The next instant.

Fifth Brother felt as if he’d been targeted by Death itself. Something inside him was draining away rapidly, and his consciousness grew dull. If he had to describe the feeling, it was...

He felt himself aging rapidly!

And that was indeed the case!

His hair was rapidly turning white, his skin was visibly sagging and wrinkling, and his teeth fell out one by one. His heartbeat slowed, and even his thoughts became sluggish.

"No, no, don’t kill me."

By the time he came to his senses and tried to beg for his life, it was too late.

"THUD."

He fell to the ground, lifeless.

Like a dessicated corpse.

As dead as could be.

"Fifth Brother!"

Seeing this, Song Zichao’s face filled with terror and rage. His voice rose several decibels as he yelled, "What did you do to Fifth Brother?"

"I just want to find my daughter. I don’t want to kill anyone."

The Widow continued, "Why did you force me? Why did you force me! You forced my hand!"

At this moment, she was like a madwoman.

Her emotions grew more and more unstable.

"You..."

Song Zichao was just about to speak again.

But Hemorrhoid Man, already broken by the sight of Fifth Brother’s death, spoke first. "I really don’t know where your daughter is, but I know who does. I’ll tell you if you let us go, okay?"

Song Zichao: "???"

His eyes widened as he understood Hemorrhoid Man’s plan.

The Widow seemed oblivious to Hemorrhoid Man’s intentions and nodded eagerly.

Instantly.

Hemorrhoid Man and Song Zichao were freed from their restraints.

They could move again.

"It’s... it’s Zhu Fangfang!"

Hemorrhoid Man sold out Zhu Fangfang without a moment’s hesitation.

Of course, he was also taking a gamble.

First, he was gambling on whether Zhu Fangfang was even human.

Second, he was gambling that Zhu Fangfang knew where Little Flower was.

If he was wrong on either bet, he would die. But did he have any other choice right now?

All that mattered was not dying right now!

"Take me to her."

The Widow said.

Hemorrhoid Man didn’t dare resist. He quickly grabbed Song Zichao and headed in the direction Zhu Fangfang had just gone.

...

...

"The others couldn’t all be dead, could they?"

Zhu Fangfang had shouted herself hoarse, and the hope in her heart was dwindling.

"They’re not."

But Xia Yu saw the situation clearly. "They all suspect we’re Ghost Slaves, so they don’t dare show themselves."

That made sense.

A look of realization, tinged with helplessness, crossed Zhu Fangfang’s face.

"What are you looking for?"

Ye Xue asked.

Xia Yu stopped in her tracks.

Zhu Fangfang and Ye Xue both frowned. Just as they were about to ask Xia Yu why she had stopped, footsteps echoed from up ahead.

They were perfectly in sync.

A faint voice drifted over. "The eighteenth of the first lunar month, an auspicious day."

"Sorghum poles lift the bride in red."

"Every foot of cloth, a foot of hate, hastily tailored."

"Tailoring away her love, who never returns."

The voice was inexplicably Cold and Mysterious, and...

Familiar!

Immediately after.

Everyone saw Wang Hai leading the way, chanting loudly. Behind him, four people carried a bridal sedan chair. The curtain swayed, revealing a fleeting glimpse of a pair of shoes folded from yellow cloth.

In that instant.

All three women, including Xia Yu, felt their scalps tingle as terror exploded in their hearts.

"He... they... this... in the middle of the night, someone’s getting married?"

Ye Xue asked, trembling.

Xia Yu’s delicate brows furrowed. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt that the bride behind the sedan curtain had just opened her eyes and was staring right at her. "Get out of the way."

’Since I don’t know the killing method of a ghost artifact like the sedan chair, avoiding it is never the wrong choice.’

She retreated into a nearby alleyway.

Ye Xue and Zhu Fangfang hurried to follow.

However, as Wang Hai passed the mouth of the alley, he paused, slowly turned his head, and looked toward Xia Yu and the other two.

The moment his gaze fell on them, the three women felt as if they had been plunged into an icy cavern.