Because things were so chaotic, even Granny Mi couldn't figure out how Zhao Youliang had lost his "spirit and energy."

He shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself.

"The Yin Spirit Cart, how could such a strange thing appear in the town?"

"Every time it shows up, it won't stop until it takes a whole busload of people... Are many more going to die?!"

When the topic turned to death, Granny Wenmi turned her gaze to Zhao Youliang.

“Youliang, first tell her family what Old Mrs. Li said last night, then come to my shop.”

“It’s not right for a shamanic shrine to be without ‘Master Qingfeng’. Grandma, let me try to find out if I can trace your ancestors.”

"Please have someone come out and help you 'guard the hall'."

As mentioned earlier, the leader of the Qingfeng Cult is one of the "four pillars and eight beams," and is usually a deceased ancestor of the family.

Zhao Youliang knew that asking Granny Mi was for his own good, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

He shouted loudly into the house at the same time.

"Cousin, I'm going out to run some errands. You'd better take care of the house!"

"Don't stay cooped up inside, come stand by the door!"

After shouting, he smiled and explained to Granny Wenmi.

My cousin came yesterday and will stay with me for a while.

Because she had something on her mind, Grandma Mi didn't pay attention to the so-called "cousin".

He simply walked towards his shop, leaning on his cane.

......

After Zhao Youliang finished his work, he entered the rice-making shop and found it to be extremely dark, even darker than Manager Sun's coffin shop.

The room was completely covered by black gauze curtains on all four sides.

There were only three white candles lit on the table in the middle, and a bowl of white rice placed in front of the candles.

Granny Wenmi sat behind the table and beckoned Zhao Youliang to sit opposite her.

“Quantum, you have the fate of a child born of five ghosts, so what I’m going to invite up later might not be what you’re looking for.”

"But whatever it is, you must never ask him how he died, remember that!"

"Also, if that thing clings to Grandma and refuses to leave, sprinkle me with incense ash from the incense burner!"

Seeing that Granny Mi was speaking seriously, Zhao Youliang quickly nodded repeatedly.

After thinking for a moment, she hesitated and said, "Grandma Liu, if... if it's dangerous for me to ask for rice, then we shouldn't do it."

"Even without Master Qingfeng, nothing happened at my branch last night!"

Looking at Zhao Youliang, who had the heart of a child, Granny Mi's expression was complicated.

After a moment, he sighed and said, "Silly boy, what do you know? You can't do without a complete set of halls. Sooner or later you'll end up like Zhang Banxian."

"Grandma can help you get one class together, that's one class."

"Alright, that's enough. You don't even know your parents' birth dates and times, so you can only ask 'blood rice' (a local folklore).

"Bear with it, don't be afraid of the pain!"

After Grandma Liu finished speaking, she took out a small knife and gently cut Zhao Youliang's finger, letting all the blood drip into the rice bowl.

“Quantum, mix the blood and rice together yourself, and then don’t take your hands out.”

"Close your eyes, and leave the rest to Grandma!"

Seeing that Zhao Youliang did as she was told, Granny Mi nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took out a grain of bloody rice and stuck it between Zhao Youliang's eyebrows, and lit three incense sticks and put them into the incense burner.

After doing all this, Granny Wenmi placed her hands flat on the table and muttered incantations.

"General, lead the spirit of death, hurry on, please take your disciple to the underworld to find the souls of the dead..."

After repeating this several times, a sudden gust of cold wind rose in the room, causing the gauze curtains to flutter and the candlelight to flicker.

At the same time, Granny Mi's face turned a ghastly green, clearly indicating that she was "possessed by a ghost."

When he spoke, his voice changed, becoming faint, ethereal, and intermittent.

"Is that you, Quantum? My mother died so tragically! You must avenge her!"

As mentioned earlier, Zhao Youliang was an orphan who lost both his parents when he was four or five years old.

But how he died remains a mystery.

Although Zhao Youliang didn't remember much back then, how could he forget his mother's voice?

He originally didn't want to answer, but the yin energy immediately clouded his mind.

This is also why many people who are possessed by ghosts will unconsciously do some foolish things.

For example, getting upset over the smallest things can lower one's IQ.

Zhao Youliang struggled for a long time, even biting his tongue until it bled, but an ordinary boy was clearly no match for the evil spirits from the underworld.

Therefore, even though he managed to hold on for a few breaths, he was still bewitched.

"Mom, how did you die? Who killed you?!"

Tell me quickly, and I will definitely avenge you!

As soon as he said those words, Zhao Youliang realized something was wrong!

I've broken a taboo!

He quickly opened his eyes and saw that Granny Wenmi's face was pale green, and she was reaching out to strangle herself.

At the same time, the voice that came out was no longer "Mom", but had turned into another female ghost.

"Kid, if you want to know how your mother died, go down there and ask her yourself!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Youliang quickly dodged, and at the same time, following the instructions given by Granny Wenmi, he grabbed a handful of incense ash and scattered it over.

Amidst the swirling incense ash, the female ghost let out a painful scream.

Even so, it did not leave Granny Wenmi's body, but instead became even more violent.

"Boy, you and this old woman are going to die today!"

After saying that, he broke through the pervasive incense ash and stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Youliang's neck.

Zhao Youliang was caught off guard and was grabbed by the female ghost, held upright in the air, unable to break free no matter how hard he kicked his legs.

Other shamanic disciples at least have some means of self-protection.

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