020. Possession
At night, the lights in the ancestral hall, which was shrouded in thick fog, were lit up.
However, this small courtyard looks normal to outsiders, without any fog, and the entire Lincang City is as peaceful as ever. But if you look at it from the perspective of someone who knows the matter, the ancestral hall has been wrapped tightly in layers of thick, ink-like yin energy.
Qing Congnan died without any surprise.
He was not the one who caused Qiao Lian's death. The person who did it had long been dealt with quietly. In this remote place with high mountains and far away emperor, it was not uncommon for a few people to die in the mountains.
Now, he died in the same way he had planned. First, he was physically tortured, and finally died from the so-called "water torture". The tortured person was either suffocated or choked to death with a layer of paper and a layer of water.
Qingling, a living person, couldn't bear not having eaten for the whole day, so he simply cooked some noodles in the small kitchen in the backyard. He didn't have thick calluses on his hands, but he was very skilled at doing these things. He was also the one who took care of Yu Bo when he was seriously ill.
While cleaning up the dishes he had used, Qing Ling suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him. The feeling was very subtle, as if he was being stared at by something, but the gaze also seemed to come from all directions, penetrating every hole, leaving no place to hide, and full of malice.
Qing Ling looked back and saw the female ghost lying on the threshold of the kitchen door. After two days, her body was becoming weaker and weaker.
The bloody and twisted arms were moving forward bit by bit. The face soaked in water was cold and numb. She opened her mouth and uttered a hoarse and low voice: "Eat...eat..."
Qing Ling thought expressionlessly, she wouldn't come here to eat noodles, and the only thing here that could serve as food for the evil spirits was this "great medicine" of his.
A little scared, but not much.
Such a death was indeed horrifying, but Qingling knew that he could not die.
Sure enough, the female ghost who had not yet climbed over the threshold suddenly stopped, and her head drooped, as if she was pressed to the ground by something invisible and could not move.
"She's dying." The elusive Shang Changheng appeared in the kitchen, "So I'm taking the risk to eat you."
"Oh." Qing Ling washed the dishes in his hands and put them aside neatly. When he was about to go back, he saw the female ghost still pinned on the threshold and struggling. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Can you ask her to move aside? I can't get out."
Shang Changheng raised his hand and waved, and the female ghost suddenly became able to move. She wanted to crawl forward, but was scared away by Shang Changheng's deep and low shout of "Get out".
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Qingling heard Shang Changheng ask: "By dawn at the latest, her soul will be scattered. I thought you would protect her like before."
Qingling paused slightly, then walked forward as if nothing had happened.
The "last time" was naturally because she gave up the cooperation with Miao Yuan. He said calmly: "I have done my best. Human power is limited. Didn't you also say that there are not so many perfect things in the world?"
Qing Ling was very clear about this. Her tragic death was the atoning responsibility of the murderer and had nothing to do with him. Moreover, he had not seen his mother since he was a child, so there was no question of whether he had any feelings for her. He paid her back once as a token of gratitude for giving her life, and any more would be gone.
Before Qingling returned to the house, the panicked Qing Wenlin ran back from the front yard. He knelt in front of Qingling as if he had seen a savior, grabbing his clothes with tears streaming down his face.
"Qingling, Qingling, these things have nothing to do with me. I am only a few months older than you. Please let me go. Let me go! I will apologize to you. I don't want to die. I really don't want to die!"
Qingling thought, I don’t want to die either.
He snatched the hem of his clothes back from Qing Wenlin's hands, lowered his head and said, "What's the point of you begging me? I've never been the one who wanted to kill you."
Qing Wenlin sat on the ground dejectedly. During the day, he was still thinking about his family property, but after seeing Qing Congnan's bloody body with his own eyes, he now just wanted to live...
In the spooky courtyard, the fear of death made everyone tense, except Qingling.
But after a while, Qingling saw through the window paper a figure walking forward in the yard, and it seemed that he was holding something in his hand. The figure came closer and pulled open the door with a bang. Only then did Qingling see clearly who the person was.
Qing Conglan was standing at the door with disheveled hair and looking disheveled. In his hand, he was holding a bloody human foot. He was dragging the person over by the ankle. Judging from her clothes, it was Qing Conglan's weak wife, Zhao Yunrou.
Qing Ling frowned, but saw Qing Conglan throw away the foot, suddenly kneeling on the ground and kowtowed several times. His bloodshot eyes were full of madness and fear. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy: "Nephew... this, this woman who wants to harm you must die, die! Please, please let your uncle go, please let me go!"
Qing Ling frowned.
It is easy to imagine how Zhao Yunrou died. Qing Conglan's behavior was absurd. What was the connection between killing his wife and saving his life?
He is really crazy...
Qing Ling took a deep breath and said calmly: "Want to live?"
Qing Conglan suddenly raised his head and looked at him straight.
Qing Ling pointed at the body and said, "Drag it to the front and don't hang around in the backyard."
The words sounded vague, but Qing Conglan was not quite clear-headed and really thought he had grasped some hope. He nodded repeatedly, wondering how he came and how he dragged Zhao Yunrou away, leaving only some bloodstains winding on the ground and the long blood-soaked hair that fell off when he dragged her. No one knew how he killed Zhao Yunrou.
Qing Ling stood at the door with a rare uncertain expression. He stood there for a long while before he could no longer bear it and said to the empty house, "What are you going to do?"
Shang Changheng appeared with a smile on his pale face. His handsomeness was sharp, and coupled with such a malicious and sinister smile, it made people intimidated.
"What? Isn't this fun?" Shang Changheng was truly pleased.
He could obviously kill all these people directly, but he didn't want to do that. He set up a chessboard in such a cruel way and trapped everyone in it. He could just watch from the side and watch these chess pieces fight each other without bloodshed.
Qing Ling certainly didn't care whether they lived or died, but he liked quietness and didn't talk much. This time and again, it really made him upset.
Just as he was about to speak, a figure suddenly flashed in Qingling's peripheral vision. He turned around and looked, and felt that the figure was a little familiar. Why did it look so much like... Qing Wenxu? It just flashed for a moment, and he didn't see it clearly.
Qing Ling leaned against the door frame and looked out, frowning and saying, "I seemed to...see Qing Wenxu just now."
Shang Changheng grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back, then he closed the door with a wave of his hand. He said, "Just tell them not to bother you, why are you so angry?"
Qing Ling almost thought they were a loving couple, but soon calmed down and pushed away the arm that was around her waist.
"Let me go first. What do you want to do after killing them? Do you want to look for your enemies in life?" Qing Ling tried to find out.
Shang Changheng pinched his chin thoughtfully, and asked instead of answering, "You have become much braver, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"You won't kill me until you've done what you want to do." Qing Ling's tone was firm. He pushed Shang Changheng's hand away and said calmly, "Qing Congnan's words reminded me that the marriage contract not only imprisons me, but also you. You can stay in the world of the living to collect debts like this because of me."
Qing Ling raised his head and met Shang Changheng's gaze. With the bargaining chip in his hand, he was naturally more confident, and slowly stated his own judgment, "Whether it is because of the marriage contract or because of my fate, as long as I am alive, you will not be as weak as she is and die."
"That's right." Shang Changheng was still smiling, but with some ill intentions, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "But there are also some mistakes. Ghosts wandering in the world of the living will be taken away if they run into the ghost messenger. Those who are married to the living can be spared. With you here, it's just that there is an explanation when the ghost messenger comes. As for what you said - do you know what to do?"
He asked the last question in Qingling's ear.
A cold breath brushed past his ears. Qing Ling subconsciously grasped Shang Changheng's sleeves, and heard him say with a smile: "I will eat your soul and take over this body. This body is the most suitable for the soul to reside in. It will not decay after taking over. In this way, I can stay in the world for a long time and do what I want to do."
The little confidence Qingling had just possessed disappeared in an instant.
With an expressionless face, he cursed in his mind all the insulting words he knew in his life, and used them all on those unskilled idiots from the Qing family. How could they actually hope that a ghost marriage could control this evil spirit? ? It would be too polite for them to say something fanciful.
What kind of confinement is this? It's also called ghost control. It's more like giving Shang Changheng a perfect body to return to life to please him.
Shang Changheng could clearly feel his thin wife trembling in his arms. He laughed out loud, loosened his restraints a little, and said while stroking his chin, "Don't worry, I don't have that idea yet."
Qingling felt uneasy because of the word "for the time being".
Shang Changheng added: "It's a pity that I wasn't very sober when I first came out, otherwise I would have accepted your body."
Qing Ling asked woodenly: "What do you mean?"
Shang Changheng's smile changed its meaning. He looked Qing Ling up and down in an ambiguous manner, and then said softly: "I don't want to take over a body that I have slept in."
"..." Qingling never expected this to be the reason, it was both reasonable and outrageous.
Bastard, beast, bastard.
Poor Qingling, although he grew up in the mountains, he is very well-educated and even knows only a few swear words. Now these words are completely unable to express the complex and surging anger in Qingling's heart.
Qing Ling's face, which had turned pale with fear, turned pink in the blink of an eye, and even his ears and neck felt hot. Qing Ling, who had always been cold and serious, glared at Shang Changheng fiercely and didn't want to say a word to him anymore.
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