Chapter 1258 The Returnee's Notes 332
Wu Xiaochun had nowhere to escape.
Xie Ning sighed. After checking that there were no cameras around, he put some things from the stone chamber into his spatial storage. Looking from this side into the passageway, it was pitch black, with no light in sight.
A ghost child guarded the door, but inside, there were hardly any people... or ghosts.
Something's not right.
Black Egg wanted to lead the way, but Xie Ning didn't let it go down. Instead, he controlled the little wooden figure to go forward first.
Her puppetry skills weren't as advanced as the old lady's, but she used a clever trick—the red rope—to help her control the puppets.
As they walked through the passageway, Xie Ning also made a hand seal to light the candles on the stone wall.
The warm yellow candlelight slowly illuminated the area. Slightly below were steps. Xie Ning didn't light any more lamps, keeping it dark, because she discovered that her night vision was enhanced under the Black Egg's gaze, making it completely unnecessary to use any lights.
About five minutes after she left, Xie Ning heard a faint sound, a painful howl mixed with the whistling wind.
A faint light emanated from below; it wasn't the warm yellow of candlelight, but rather a cool, pale blue glow.
Clumps of will-o'-the-wisps were also carried upwards by the wind.
"Grandpa, how many souls does this thing need to eat to be full?"
Xiao Shuang looked at the huge coffin in front of her. Lying on it was a woman in red. She was not young, and her face was full of wrinkles left by the years.
An elderly woman who looked quite old was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, which even shimmered with a faint red glow.
This was her first time going down to the lower class with her grandfather, and also the first time she had seen the most powerful ghost that Brother Shan had mentioned. When she saw the bright red wedding dress, she thought it would be like the female ghost in TV shows or books, a beautiful and charming figure, but it turned out to be completely different.
Even though she had rarely seen such a female ghost in her own experience, most ghosts were not very good-looking.
But I still have a vague impression that some female ghosts must be very beautiful.
Sometimes Xiaoshuang would have doubts. Whether she was reading books or watching TV dramas, there were many ghosts in them... or rather, they were mostly female ghosts. Women would die after encountering something bad and become vengeful ghosts to seek revenge.
She found it hilarious while watching, and genuinely thought that the woman who committed suicide over such a trivial matter was a fool. If she wanted revenge, she should have done it on the spot. Since she wasn't afraid of death, she might as well drag someone down with her.
Anyway, I won't lose money.
Does that mean that if everyone commits suicide after encountering bad things, they will become a vengeful ghost and get a good outcome?
Not to mention that becoming a vengeful ghost requires certain conditions, even if you do become a vengeful ghost, you might be captured before you even get your revenge.
Most people leave this world after they die, without ever having the chance to take revenge.
Those who harm others continue to roam free.
Seeing Xiao Shuang walk forward, Old Yue couldn't help but scold, "This thing is dangerous, don't go near it."
Then he answered Xiaoshuang's question, "Not many, eighty-one is enough."
Of course, this is just nutrients.
Xiao Shuang obediently stopped approaching and instead looked away at the wooden plaques on the surrounding walls. There were more than eighty-one plaques; they were old ghosts cultivated by Elder Yue, meant to be sold for money, not for nourishment.
Previously, because one of the old ghosts was targeted, several of their courtyards were raided, and in the end, they had to move most of their belongings back to their lair.
This place is remote; no one will come to investigate.
The only thing that bothered them was a small temple on the next hill, where two monks lived. They were probably quite capable, and they kept coming to inquire about the temple.
Of course, they didn't let the monk who came to investigate have any good luck either. If the monk hadn't been somewhat capable, he would have been a skeleton long ago.
It's strange, that monk hasn't come around lately. He's probably suffered enough and is scared now.
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