051. Help
Qingling did not come closer.
Amid the thick stench of corruption, he sensed a scent of corpse that could not be ignored.
It was hot at the moment and Liuyang City was close to water and very humid. Yang Chengcai's skin was already showing signs of decay and wrinkles, and his visible blood vessels were a strange green color. He was clearly a rotting corpse, yet he was still breathing.
But there was no negative energy in the room, and Qingling saw nothing with his eyes.
The evil is not here.
“My son, this…” Yang Chen saw Qing Ling standing there with a frown on his face, and he felt anxious inside.
Qingling waved his hand.
Yang Chen's heart sank, "Can't be cured?"
“It’s okay.” Qing Ling said, and ignored Yang Chen’s complicated expression. He continued to look at Yang Chengcai, and soon determined what the problem was. “His soul is not here, so his body will naturally decay.”
Yang Chen’s face turned pale: “Then…then this…”
Qing Ling was too lazy to listen to him, so he waved his hand to interrupt him, and then took out the things he needed from his bag, yellow paper, cinnabar, and a pen, and got straight to the point: "Birth date, what are the characters in his name?"
Yang Chen immediately reported his birth date and eight characters, and said his name in detail. Qing Ling touched them one by one, and drew a talisman on the paper. It was a soul-chasing talisman. He could directly bring Yang Chengcai’s soul back, but if so... wouldn’t it be a bargain for this family.
Qing Ling lowered his eyes to hide the cold light, drew the talisman slowly and calmly, then folded the yellow paper into a small paper crane, pinched his fingers and chanted the spell.
The soul-chasing technique is much more difficult than the soul-calling technique, but Qing Ling has already mastered these basic techniques. Although he cannot fight the evil spirits head-on like Zhu Lezhi cracking a whip or Miao Yuan using fists and feet, he is quite good at using some mysterious techniques.
As his voice faded, the small paper crane placed on the ground flew up steadily.
However, this paper crane could identify directions, but didn't know whether there was a road ahead, so it crashed into the window frame. Qingling had no choice but to reach out to stop it, and walked out the door holding the paper crane in both hands.
Yang Chen naturally followed out as well. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at this strange scene, and felt more relieved in his heart. It seemed that this young man was really capable.
"I'll follow it to find your son's soul."
Qing Ling threw down a sentence, let go of the little paper crane, and walked in the direction of his fingerprint. Seeing the paper crane crashing into the wall again, he tried to stop it again.
Yang Chen responded repeatedly from behind: "Okay, okay, Young Master is really amazing!"
After saying this, he turned around and winked at the servants standing nearby. They understood what he meant and immediately followed Qingling.
Qing Ling didn't care and let them follow him. He followed the direction indicated by the little paper crane all the way to the outside of Yang's house. When they got to the street, which was wider, Qing Ling pinched the tail of the paper crane to feel the way it pointed. After walking for more than an hour, he finally stopped in front of a brothel with a plaque that read "Chun Hong Yuan".
Although it was daytime, there were still faint sounds of lasciviousness inside.
Qing Ling frowned again, holding the little paper crane in his hand, which he was trying to get inside, and even his fingertips were turning white.
He was followed by five burly servants. When they saw him stop, one of them immediately stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, do you want to go in? I'll go and tell the manager of Chunhong Courtyard right away."
Before Qing Ling could say anything, the dragon pendant hanging on his chest suddenly exuded a cold and sinister aura.
Not helping will only cause trouble.
Qing Ling complained in his heart, but ignored Shang Changheng who was in a bad mood. He nodded and said, "Just ask the steward not to interfere with my business."
The servant naturally knew the answer, so he went in and spoke a few words to the servant guarding the gate. The man looked at the frail and thin young man in surprise, but did not dare to neglect him. Someone immediately went to inform the manager, and someone came to lead the way. Qingling, holding the paper crane, began to walk around in Chunhong Courtyard again.
From time to time, you can hear the unbearable voices of men and women. They really don't care. When they pass through a corridor, the voices are mixed together.
Three men came out of a room at the same time, and some came out of this room and went into another room.
There was even a customer who had just finished his business and almost bumped into him, and even said jokingly: "Hey, whose young master are you? Let me tell you, the one inside is--"
Qing Ling said in a deep voice: "Get lost!"
This time, without waiting for Shang Changheng to react, several servants following behind Qingling came forward with a fierce look in their eyes. The man was stunned for a moment, then realized that this young master was not someone they could afford to offend, so he straightened his loose collar and walked away quickly.
Qingling just felt annoyed listening to these voices.
He also occasionally... indulged in youthful pleasures, but no matter what... Shang Changheng was indeed his and hers in name only.
But what is this place?
Women who have to sell their bodies to make a living, and these men who don't treat them as human beings at all. Yang Chengcai even forced innocent women to come here to serve customers. Qing Ling frowned more and more as he walked, but Xiaozhihe's reaction was obviously greater. Yang Chengcai's soul was here.
Until they reached a yard, the little paper crane suddenly stopped moving. Qingling let go of it, and the paper crane fell to the ground and turned into ashes.
"What's under the ground?" Qing Ling asked.
Just then the steward arrived. He was a man who was obviously consumed by alcohol and sex. He was probably over 40 years old, with a narrow forehead and a long face. He walked up to the man in a flattering manner and said, "Oh, young master, I am sorry for not welcoming you. I am sorry for not welcoming you. My name is Jiang. This is a good place down there. Please follow me."
He obviously already knew the cause of the incident. He had been trembling with fear since the last time his boss's beloved son disappeared and got into trouble in his own place. Now that someone wanted to solve the hot potato of Yang Chengcai, he would naturally respond to their request.
Just when I said the three words "good place", the expression on my face was disgusting.
Qingling instinctively felt that it must not be a good place, and outsiders didn't know where Yang Chengcai was found, which showed that the place was probably not showable to others.
Manager Jiang first led them into a room, and then turned a mechanism, revealing a dark entrance on the ground.
Going down was a long, dark staircase. The steward lit an oil lamp and led the way, constantly reminding Qingling to watch his step. When they reached the end of the long staircase, they saw a dark underground prison with lights on. There were cells next to each other, separated by wooden fences and a wall every few cells. Various torture instruments and obscene instruments were placed in these cells, many of which were still stained with undried blood.
In some rooms, there were still women tied up and naked, and in others, they were already dying.
Qing Ling didn't show any expression, but he was already feeling nauseous about this damn place. He couldn't help but think of Shang Changheng.
Although this evil spirit always tries to force its way to him, at least it won't use violence against him.
"Was Yang Chengcai found here?" Qing Ling asked.
The steward hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully without hiding anything: "That's right... But this is not the place, we need to go a little further."
Qingling soon found out why it was not here.
Because there was actually a well-repaired house in this secret prison, the inside was naturally unsightly. As soon as Qing Ling entered the door, he felt a very strong yin energy. Upon taking another look, the house was quite lively.
There were at least twenty female ghosts in this house, occupying almost no space in the not-so-big house. The one lying on the ground with these women was Yang Chengcai, who had already rotted like a corpse.
But only Qingling can see this.
The people who followed saw Qing Ling standing at the door and not going in. They were confused at first, then frightened. They also felt that there was a cold and gloomy atmosphere here, and they all unconsciously took a few steps back.
In fact, Qingling was not very willing to go in.
The next moment, a pair of hands blocked his vision and he could not see anything.
"Don't look at it." Shang Changheng's voice sounded behind him with a little gritted teeth.
"Don't ruin my business." Qing Ling whispered, "Take it away."
Shang Changheng laughed in anger, "I ruined your business?"
"Don't make trouble." Qingling warned again.
Shang Changheng couldn't believe it, "I'm causing trouble?"
Qing Ling said calmly: "Even if I can't see it, I can still hear it."
Shang Changheng glanced sharply at the chaos in the room, and the negative energy on his body suddenly crushed over, scaring all the ghosts in the room so much that they huddled into the corner. Even Yang Chengcai's dazed soul leaned against the wall and curled up into a fat ball.
This time there was no sound.
Qingling: "..."
Qing Ling sighed, "Can I open my eyes now?"
The hand that was blocking his way was finally withdrawn, but Shang Changheng did not go back to the Huanlongpei. He stood at the door with a murderous look, and his eyes showed that he wanted to chew up all the souls in this room.
Qing Ling turned around and found that both the manager and the servants who followed him had expressions of fear on their faces.
Just now, Qingling stood at the door motionless and started talking to himself. How could they not be afraid?
"You guys go out." Qing Ling said, "Leave this to me."
The few people were as if pardoned. Even the servants who had been following them all the time were afraid and retreated hastily.
Qing Ling then turned around to look at the group of ghosts in the house. It was the first time he saw so many evil ghosts gathered together. Each of them was covered with wounds and looked like they were dead. It was horrible to see, and each of them was filled with resentment.
"Are you here to take us back?" A thin voice sounded, and it sounded like the voice was about to cry.
It was a girl huddled in the corner of the table, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
It seems that he died not long ago and is still conscious.
The girl looked at Qing Ling timidly, with her legs bent and her arms around herself, and she hastily lowered her head because of the gaze of the evil ghost next to him.
"She wants to seduce you." Shang Changheng said coldly.
Qing Ling understood. From the way these female ghosts took revenge, he roughly knew how they were going to take revenge.
"No." Qing Ling said calmly, his voice soft, "I want to give you a chance for revenge, see if you want it or not."
As soon as these words were spoken, many people in the room raised their heads abruptly, but a few of them had their minds corroded by the evil spirit and did not react at all.
The girl who spoke first was confused and asked, "Really?"
Qingling nodded.
"nature."
He never thought about saving people from the beginning.
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