After the sound, Fatty Song stood frozen in place.

Then his eyes flashed green, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Without even touching the ground, he arrived at the barbecue stall, took a cleaver from the kitchen, and headed towards Sister Yingchun's house.

Clearly, this guy has been possessed by an evil spirit because of the malice in his heart.

Here's a special explanation: Why do some people, when possessed by a ghost, walk with their heels not touching the ground?

According to the ancients, those whose feet never touch the ground are destined for a short life.

When walking, if the heel does not touch the ground, it is considered that the foot does not touch the ground.

If someone is possessed by a ghost and exhibits these symptoms, there's generally no point in trying to save them; they're doomed.

Just as Fatty Song was possessed by a ghost, the compass in front of the old corpse-driving man suddenly began to tremble violently.

The red-robed lama's prayer wheel spun even faster;

The paper figures inside the paper shop all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the haunted house.

The paper figure's lips curled up, and a chilling laugh, more terrifying than a cry, echoed throughout the paper-crafting shop...

At this moment, Fatty Song was chopping away at Yingchun's door with a kitchen knife, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Inside the house, Sister Yingchun resisted desperately: she stuck the mop out from the crack in the broken door and shoved Fatty Song with all her might.

"Fatty Song, are you crazy? If you keep this up, I'm calling the police!"

Calling the police might scare the living, but the barbecue chef was already possessed by a ghost.

Hearing this, he continued hacking away with all his might, a perverted smile on his face.

Just then, a clear bell rang out, and the red-robed lama, who was holding a prayer wheel, arrived.

Upon seeing the lama, the possessed Song Pangzi immediately became alert, and an empty voice came from his mouth.

"You meddlesome monk, I advise you to mind your own business!"

The red-robed lama ignored the evil spirits and instead began chanting the six-syllable mantra: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

These six words mean nothing to ordinary people, but to evil spirits they are like a thunderclap.

Fatty Song's bulky body swayed noticeably, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

"You stinking monk, you're asking for death!"

He then immediately raised the cleaver high and roared as he charged toward the red-robed lama.

The red-robed lama merely glanced at the charging demon before accelerating the spinning of his prayer wheel.

The sound of silver bells mingled with the chanting of sutras emanating from the prayer wheel, which, upon reaching the ears of the evil spirits, acted like a bewitching spell.

Fatty Song suddenly staggered, feeling as if the whole world was spinning.

So much so that he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You stinking monk..."

The red-robed lama ignored him, put away the prayer wheel, and rapidly made hand gestures.

He then bit his middle finger and used the "Vajra Demon-Suppressing Seal" to touch the demon's forehead.

"Om Mani Padme Hum, auspicious, calming!"

The fat man on the ground immediately straightened his legs, his whole body convulsed, and he trembled incessantly, foaming at the mouth, just like he was having an epileptic seizure.

Seeing that he had subdued the evil spirit, the red-robed lama spoke to Sister Yingchun inside the house.

“Tashi Dere”.

“Female benefactor, you may come out now. I have subdued the evil spirit.”

Upon hearing this, Sister Yingchun slowly opened the dilapidated door.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a gasp of surprise coming from behind the red-robed lama.

"There are more behind you!"

"What?" Before the red-robed lama could react, he felt a burning pain in his back.

Looking back, I saw that Yingchun's neighbor was also possessed by an evil spirit and was wildly waving a kitchen knife.

"You stinking monk, who told you to meddle in other people's business! You deserve to die!"

The demon's actions clearly angered the red-robed lama, who unleashed the six-syllable mantra and simultaneously struck the "flower drum" at his waist.

The drumbeats were ethereal and beautiful, but to the demon's ears, they were like being struck by lightning. It screamed and covered its ears, fleeing into the distance.

How could the red-robed lama let the evil spirit go? He immediately strode after it.

Seeing that the lama and the evil spirit had left one after the other, Zhao Youliang, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately ran out.

It wasn't that he deliberately refused to help; rather, he was pulled back by the Huang family's younger brother, who was hiding nearby.

"Sister Yingchun, are you alright?!"

When she saw that it was Zhao Youliang who had come, Sister Yingchun finally felt relieved.

She forced back her tears and nodded gently: "I'm fine, thanks to that master just now."

Looking at the broken door and then at Fatty Song lying on the ground, Zhao Youliang pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Sister, you can't stay here for now. Let me take you to a hotel in town to rest for the night."

"We'll talk about other things when it gets light."

Now that things have come to this, Sister Yingchun has no choice but to agree.

After such a strange thing happened, she really didn't dare to leave the house alone.

If we were to stay at Zhao Youliang's place, it would inevitably lead to gossip from outsiders.

After all, they were a man and a woman alone, and she was a widow.

Therefore, hotels with many guests become the best choice.

On the way to see Yingchun off, the young and pretty widow couldn't help but ask.

"Quantum, how did you know that your sister-in-law had an accident?"

Zhao Youliang was taken aback by the question, and after hesitating for a moment, he answered with a mix of truth and falsehood.

"To tell you the truth, I now have a spirit guide."

"If you don't believe me, I'll call him out so you can see for yourself."

Yingchun's sister-in-law laughed and scolded upon hearing this, thinking that Zhao Youliang was just fooling her.

However, after his outburst, the fear I felt earlier dissipated considerably.

"Quantum, Fatty Song... he was really possessed by a ghost just now?"

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. The more I ask, the more scared I get!"

......

On the way back after settling Yingchun's sister-in-law in, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but ask Huang Yu.

"Young Master Huang, why didn't you come out to help the big monk just now?"

"You know that a high-ranking monk can defeat evil spirits?!"

Huang Yu's expression turned serious upon hearing this: "You've got guts. If I told you that 'monk' wasn't a good person either, would you believe me?"

After saying that, he began to explain his reasoning before Zhao Youliang could even speak.

“Quantum, did you see the ‘flower drum’ hanging on the lama’s waist? It’s made of human skin.”

"A complete young girl's skin, peeled off while she was still alive!"

"What?! What is that?!" Zhao Youliang was completely shocked.

"Young Master Huang, you're not joking, are you?!"

Huang Jiaxian would never joke, especially when judging a person's character.

It turns out that in the evil old society, there were many bad people among the lamas.

Their cruelty far exceeds our modern imagination, such as the human skin drum mentioned earlier.

The drum is primarily made from the skin of a sixteen-year-old girl.

In order to find pure, uncontaminated human skin, lamas would travel to all the poor and lowly serf families.

Girls with pretty faces and fair skin were selected from among the infants who had just learned to walk but could not yet speak.

The girl chosen as a sacrifice would endure the first extremely cruel and painful ordeal—ear gouging and tongue cutting off...