010. Name
At the entrance of the alley not far from Qing's house, Miao Yuan frowned as he looked at the Qing's ancestral house, which was shrouded in gloomy air and looked like a haunted house.
"Little Master, you are smart for not meddling in other people's business."
The girl, with her hands behind her back, jumped out of the darkness, her eyebrows curved, and she reached out to knock the whip on her waist, saying loudly: "The four directions of evil spirits obey my orders, the whip cracks three times and the ghosts and gods are startled, the seventy-two mountains each have their own names, little master, tell me, which side's banner order do you hold?"
Miao Yuan looked slightly stern, as if he understood what was said. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name: "I am the donor of the Zhu family in Tongzhou. I am Miao Yuan, a monk who learned from Wu Nian Temple in Songyun Mountain."
After introducing himself as a monk, Miao Yuan asked, "I think what you just said, donor, do you know something about this house?"
"I guess so." Zhu Lezhi answered ambiguously, and then warned softly, "Since you and I are both righteous, little master, I would like to advise you not to get involved in the affairs of the Qing residence. Those who are supposed to live will not die, and those who are supposed to die will not escape. This is fate."
Miao Yuan frowned and shook his head in disapproval, "Knowing clearly that the evil spirits are causing trouble and have killed people, how can we, as fellow practitioners, just stand by and watch?"
A low, mocking laugh suddenly sounded, sounding even more sinister in the cold night.
A ghostly figure appeared outside the alley at some point, and they both looked over at the same time, their expressions slightly changing.
The evil spirit concealed its negative energy very well and did not attack the two men's faces, which was very polite. However, as soon as it opened its mouth, its murderous intent was revealed.
Chang Heng said simply: "If you interfere, you will die."
After saying this, the evil spirit disappeared quietly again, just as silently as when it came.
The two of them were silent for a long time. Finally, Zhu Lezhi spread his hands and looked at Miaoyuan with a look that said, "Look, I'll tell you." "They have their own karma. It's fatal to interfere. But everyone has their own destiny. It's fate that we met. I have said all I can. Little Master, take care of yourself. See you later."
Miao Yuan had a complicated expression. The Buddhist scriptures he had heard and practiced were all contrary to not helping someone in danger. He had originally thought of retreating for the time being and making long-term plans, but now it seemed...
Putting aside the inside story, he simply couldn't win, no matter what plan he made!
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Qing Ling, who had just witnessed a vicious ghost killing someone, was still afraid. The death of those targeted by the evil spirit was completely unreasonable.
The female ghost who killed three people in two nights was particularly afraid of Chang Heng, which showed that Chang Heng was a more terrifying existence than her. As her own life was at stake, Qing Ling did not want to just leave it to fate, so after returning to the yard, she called Fu'er into the house.
An'er has always been afraid of him, but Fu'er protects his master in front of the eldest lady during the day.
"How long have you been in the mansion?" Qingling asked.
Fu Er lowered her head and replied, "Master Qingling, I have been in the mansion for three years."
"Well, do you know that a woman died in the Qing residence?" Qing Ling was unable to act gentle and just sat there coldly.
Fu Er hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, and then she said softly, "To be honest, Master, I haven't been here for long, but in this deep house and backyard, it's common for a few servants to die of illness occasionally, not to mention the women. Except for Dongyue who came into the house with me some time ago, Steward Liu had been interested in Dongyue for a long time, but Dongyue was not happy. Later, Dongyue hanged herself inexplicably. The day before, she said how much property she had saved. How could she be so upset? Besides, with our status, we don't have white silk to hang ourselves. It's good enough to have a hemp rope! In the end, they rolled up the straw mat and threw it away. Until the day Master Qingling came back, I heard that Steward Liu was hanged by white silk outside the city. The night he died was the seventh day after Dongyue's death."
Qing Ling frowned when he heard this, "The government doesn't care?"
Fu Er shook his head and smiled bitterly, "For people like us, no one cares where or how we died. Who would report it to the authorities? Besides... our small town is remote, and the officials are more powerful than the heavens. It's useless."
Qingling said nothing.
Fu'er meant that Dongyue's death was related to Butler Liu, and Butler Liu died on the seventh day after Dongyue's death. However, Dongyue was hanged, so it was more likely that Butler Liu killed her. In other words, the ghost incident did indeed start after he came back.
"What about before that?" Qing Ling asked, "Before this, there had never been any strange things happening in the Qing residence?"
"No more." Fu'er paused after he finished speaking, then continued, "If there is anything strange, it's the ancestor worship tomorrow. The day for ancestor worship in the Qing Mansion was changed after the old master passed away, and it has been about... eighteen years. Preparations for the worship are made during the Dragon Boat Festival. Many things are done by the servants, but the offerings are prepared by the eldest room, and no one is allowed to interfere. No outsiders are allowed to be present during the ancestor worship. This year is the first time that the eldest young master has prepared the offerings, so everyone in the mansion guesses that the eldest young master is likely to be the head of the family in the future."
Qingling nodded.
It seems that Fu'er really doesn't know anything, but after the ancestor worship tomorrow, he should be able to know more. Whether it is the time of the ancestor worship or the mysterious offerings, they are all related to the old man.
"You can get out now."
Qingling looked at the flickering candlelight in deep thought.
Fu Er, the female ghost who killed people in Qing's house, didn't know, but her terrifying appearance made Qing Ling have to make some very bad guesses, such as what the sacrifice was...
What Qingling cares more about is that his grandfather passed away eighteen years ago, after which the time for ancestor worship was changed, and he happened to be born that year.
The Qing family mansion was like a spider's nest hiding countless conspiracies and plots. The intricate spider web made Qing Ling unable to make sense of it, but he was trapped here. His life was like the faint flame before him, which could be easily extinguished by a gust of wind.
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and Qingling knew that the evil spirit had come again.
Chang Heng was standing in front of the door, his face not looking very good. After returning to the world, his memory gradually revived like grass and trees after spring. Just now, he remembered some extremely scattered and chaotic fragments, blood and corpses everywhere.
An evil ghost will not have too many emotions from his previous life. An evil ghost that survives to this day by relying on resentment and ferocity will not remember too many good memories.
But Chang Heng has regained some of his sanity. He has to fight hard against the erosion of resentment to stay awake, and in front of him is a body that the evil spirits covet.
By taking over his body and devouring his soul, perhaps I can get rid of this appearance.
Chang Heng licked his teeth calmly and took a step forward.
Qingling immediately stood up and stepped back, his face full of vigilance. He felt that Changheng's eyes were like those of a predatory wolf, and he was the prey being targeted.
Chang Heng sneered, "Why are you running?"
Qing Ling turned his face away, knowing that the other party was laughing at his arrogance, and gently clenched his fingertips. Qing Ling, who grew up in the mountains, looked thin, but was definitely not a weak young master. However, the one facing him was a ghost, and he had no chance of winning.
"Are you afraid that I will eat you?" Chang Heng's tone was very calm, and it was not really a question.
When he stepped forward, Qing Ling took a step back until he could no longer retreat and was trapped by Chang Heng in front of the screen. Then he lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Shouldn't I be afraid of what you did to me?"
Chang Heng laughed softly. He was extremely happy, but there was definitely no joy in his laughter.
Qing Ling didn't quite understand, he only heard a certain emotion being suppressed and restrained, like a raging storm.
Chang Heng kissed Qing Ling's neck and rubbed the flesh gently.
If it were between lovers, it would be a passionate and affectionate relationship, but Qingling was afraid to begin with, and he felt like a poisonous snake was crawling around his neck, ready to bite him deadly at any time.
But Chang Heng didn't do anything else. He just rested his forehead on Qing Ling's neck. He clearly didn't need to breathe, but he was gasping for breath and his body was shaking violently.
Once the memories buried in the years broke free from the shackles, they were unstoppable. Chang Heng was almost overwhelmed by the recovered emotions and memories. The memories filled with despair and pain were all scarlet in color. The incoherent memories could not be strung together, and they appeared alternately one scene after another, and the sequence was extremely chaotic.
"What can we do then..." Chang Heng didn't know who he was talking about.
The overwhelming pain and unwillingness are unclear, yet they seem so real in the vague memory.
He leaned on Qing Ling and said with difficulty: "I remember..."
Qing Ling stood there in a daze, not understanding the situation, and replied at a loss: "What?"
"My last name..." Chang Heng closed his eyes, as if he was just mumbling to himself, "Shang."
Qing Ling pursed his lips.
He knew the full name of this evil spirit.
Shang Changheng.
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