"If you are confident, I will bring you in.”Aunt Liu was silent for a moment before she finally made up her mind. Although it was rare to see ghosts now, the red-clothed ghost who died unjustly was a sore point. As long as the first seven days passed, it would cause unrest in the surroundings. Aunt Liu already had the idea of moving out of Pomegranate Village. However, if this young man saved Liang Hongyu, not only would saving a life be better than building a seven-story pagoda, but he would also be left with a large amount of moving expenses.
As long as it wasn't noon yet, this fellow wasn't in a hurry. He looked at Aunt Liu with a smile. This woman was slightly older than the Third Widow. She had a plump figure, big breasts, and perky buttocks. She was also quite good-looking. At least when she was young, she was considered a beauty. However, she had the smell of incense on her. Ye Qing probed. "Third Aunt also knows the Art of Gods and Ghosts."
Third Aunt nodded bitterly. "I don't dare to say that I understand, but I do know a little. Little divine doctor, a malicious ghost in red is very dangerous. If you're not confident, you should quickly take Zhou Ling and leave!。”
Ye Qing smiled and did not speak. He casually pulled out the wolf fang on his leg. The cold blue light seemed to emit green smoke under the sunlight. Third Aunt shivered. She, who was proficient in the art of gods and ghosts, seemed to hear countless ghosts wailing on the blue blade. He asked hesitantly. "This is an exorcism tool."
Ye Qing nodded slightly. Aunt Liu was probably not as simple as she had said. She recognized the sinister and ghostly aura on the Wolf Fang Dagger at a glance. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Wolf Fang Dagger was just a little cold, but it could be regarded as a peerless saber.
Seeing the Wolf Fang Dagger, Aunt Liu was completely relieved. "I'll go with you."
Liang Hongyu's house was relatively rich in Pomegranate Village. It was composed of east wing room, west wing room, and north main room. The house was made of green bricks. The walls were inside, and the adobe bricks were sandwiched between them. It was commonly known as being born inside and cooked outside. To the south was a gate, and inside was a shadow wall made of bluestone.
Ye Qing stood at the door and looked out. He immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. There was a small slope less than a hundred meters outside the door. There were weeds and a few graves on it. This fellow didn't need to think to know that at night, the hill would be glistening with ghost fire.
Feng Shui was believed in in the countryside. With Liang Hongyu's family background, Ye Qing did not believe that she did not look for a Feng Shui master when she built the house. She turned to look at Auntie Liu. "Why does her family live in such a place?”
"People oppress the ghost house and have three generations of wealth. It's all because of money.”Aunt Liu said unhappily.
Ye Qing was flabbergasted. This family was also a weirdo. It was a classic case of wanting money more than life. Although a person could be rich for three generations, after three generations, they would be in big trouble. If they didn't end up without descendants, it could be considered that their ancestors had accumulated a lot of Yin virtue. The more miserable ones would have their entire family killed.
Zhou Ling didn't understand what they were talking about, but she didn't ask. This little girl was already attracted by the bustling crowd.
Liang Hongyu lived in the north room. The neighbors surrounded the door and pointed, but no one dared to enter. In a trance, Zhou Ling saw a woman in a red wedding dress hanging from a swing on the beam.
"Everyone, make way. Let the young divine doctor in.”Aunt Liu walked in front of Ye Qing and shouted, causing the crowd to disperse.
There were two people in Pomegranate Village that the villagers respected and feared. They still kept their word.
One of them was the old secretary, Liu Hongjun. He was a man who was as arrogant as a mountain dog. He said that he would break your legs and even break your arms. Fortunately, he had the same temper as a dog. A good dog protected its neighbors and never let the people of Pomegranate Village be bullied. He was deeply loved by the villagers.
The other was the kind-looking Aunt Liu, the famous psychic fairy lady. Whoever had a happy occasion would ask Aunt Liu to calculate the date. Even if the old man passed away, it would be the psychic fairy lady who put him into the coffin. Although this old lady had a hard life, she had a good heart. It would grant all requests, cure ghosts from sleeping, and cure children from crying at night.
Seeing that the Psychic Fairy Lady, who had been scared away, had returned, the villagers of Pomegranate Village finally let out a long sigh of relief. A large group of people gathered here, and no one dared to enter the house to untie Liang Hongyu from the beam. They even came up with ideas. If they really had no other choice, they would set fire to Liang Hongyu's few rooms. It could also be considered a cremation.
Actually, Aunt Liu had this thought for a long time, but she did not dare to say it out loud. The red-robed ghost was a great evil, and burning it was the best way. However, they were in the countryside after all. He was afraid that people would follow suit. He could live alone in his old house and not be burned by his neighbors after he died. He could not reincarnate and could only rest in peace.
Before he even entered the door, Ye Qing already felt a cold air rush towards him. The weather in September was hotter than summer, but Liang Hongyu's room was like an ice cave. It made one's hair stand on end and one's heart tremble. He turned around and looked at Zhou Ling, who was following closely behind him. "Pull out the thorn and hold it in your hand.”
Strangely enough, when Zhou Ling held the thorn in her hand, the cold seemed to be far away from her. Aunt Liu was also holding a silver hairpin. Although she knew that the Red Specter would not do evil for the first seven days, her eyes showed caution.
Ye Qing walked into the house, but he was not in a hurry to put Liang Hongyu down from the beam. Instead, he turned his head and looked around.
With the thorn in her hand, Zhou Ling regained her fearless temper. As soon as she entered the house, she helped Liang Hongyu up from the stool that was upside down. She waved the thorn and was about to stand up and cut the rope hanging the corpse.
"My little grandaunt, don't move around. This rope can't be cut.”Aunt Liu grabbed the little girl and scolded her with a livid face.
Ye Qing turned around and looked at Zhou Ling with an evil smile. "If you're not afraid that she'll follow you home, you can cut her.”
"Smelly brother-in-law, if you scare me, I'll stab you with the thorns.”Zhou Ling's small face was deathly pale. She pointed the flower thorn at Ye Qing, and her crescent-shaped eyes gleamed coldly. She was afraid of Liang Hongyu, but she was not afraid of Ye Qing. Of course, there was an exception when there was no one around. Ye Qing really dared to take off her pants and do something obscene. This made her happy and bitter, and she did not dare to tell anyone.
Aunt Liu didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she looked at the two of them. They were just fooling around and didn't even look at the place. There was still one hanging here!。
Liang Hongyu's north room had a small side room. There was a green curtain hanging at the door, and the smell of incense could be smelled from inside.
Ye Qing opened the curtain and took a look. He bent down and pulled out the wolf fang from his leg. With a flick of his wrist, the wolf fang turned into a cold light and stabbed into the small table in the side room with a clang.
"What's wrong?" Aunt Liu held the silver hairpin and hurried over to check. When she saw the tablet on the square table, a chill ran down her spine and she almost turned around to run. The corners of his mouth trembled as he muttered, "Huang Daxian's Deity Position."
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