Chapter 979 The Returnee's Notes 53
After reading the entire post, there wasn't much useful information.
Xie Ning also investigated the Lin family. There were several guesses in the post, but none of them matched up. It was as if that family had just disappeared... vanished without a trace.
However, one thing is certain: the current descendants of the Zhong family do not have the bloodline of the Lin family. It is said that the Zhong family's ancestor married her later.
Xie Ning rubbed her temples and then put her phone aside. She wanted to continue the investigation, but it seemed that the current situation did not allow her to do so.
There may be some grudges or entanglements involved, but the level of danger within is enough to make anyone stop.
She wasn't really concerned about what the ghost had gone through; she just felt that Ouyang Lin was acting strangely. According to Wang Heng, it all seemed like a coincidence, making her seem overly suspicious.
Just before Wang Heng left, he said that she was young and didn't need to think so much, and that Ouyang Lin couldn't possibly be a bad person.
Wang Zehe and he may not be familiar with Ouyang Lin, but Wang Youyang is.
The last time we went into the mountains, Wang Youyang and Ouyang Lin went together. If it weren't for Ouyang Lin, Wang Youyang probably wouldn't have made it back.
Xie Ningjing quietly closed her eyes, feeling as if she were standing in a chess game.
She still had some questions in her mind, and could only ask others tomorrow.
In the room next to Xie Ning's, Ouyang Lin was kneeling on the ground drawing talismans. The wide-open window let in the night wind, causing the curtains to flutter wildly.
Once the runes were complete, she took out two silk figures, one dressed in red and the other in black.
As the music began, the silk figure on the ground trembled. Ouyang Lin paused in her movements, then continued playing the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument), trying to soothe it.
Soon, very soon, it will all be over.
The cool moonlight, like a thin veil, gently covered Ouyang Lin's face.
She knelt quietly on the ground, her eyes slightly lowered, only the mournful sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) conveying her emotions.
Just as Xie Ning was drifting off to sleep, she faintly heard the sound of an ocarina. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton, and she became even more drowsy.
Besides the sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument), there was also the sound of something scraping against the glass, which startled Xie Ning and made her open her eyes abruptly. Her body was still exhausted, as if she had no strength left. She turned her head slightly to look at the French windows.
The curtains there had been drawn open at some point, revealing a gap about the size of two palms. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Xie Ning met those dark eyes.
It was hollow, yet it conveyed an unidentified emotion.
Xie Ning couldn't discern the other's emotions from its face and empty eye sockets, but she could vaguely sense them.
It was aggrieved, but without any malice.
It was a strange perception ability. Xie Ning was stunned. In just a short while, the other party had already climbed in through the French windows.
It's like a water monkey, possessing a physical form, but a water monkey can't pass through this window, so this little devil must be somewhere in between.
The little devil crawled towards Xie Ning step by step, its four limbs—no, it should be said that three limbs were on the ground, one of its arms had been severed by Xie Ning. With a sticky, wet sound, it crawled towards Xie Ning.
Xie Ning held the peach wood sword to its face, "Don't come any closer."
Seemingly afraid of the sword, the little devil did not approach again. It was much calmer than when Xie Ning first encountered it, and it no longer had that violent feeling.
"Go... bad." Its mouth opened and closed, but it only uttered two words.
There was no malice intended, but Xie Ning couldn't understand what it meant. At this moment, she should have immediately scattered the little devil, but seeing the other party's small hand cautiously moving towards her little by little, Xie Ning still put away her sword.
What do you mean?
Upon hearing Xie Ning's words, the little devil stopped moving and mechanically tilted his head, seemingly trying to understand Xie Ning's meaning. This also allowed Xie Ning to see the stitches around the little devil's neck.
It was stitched up after death, but...didn't this kid fall into the well and drown?
The little devil pointed at Xie Ning, then at himself, "Same."
Then, baring his teeth, he looked towards the door and said, "Bad."
Xie Ning thought about her own special condition. Her body was normal, whether measured by high-tech instruments or by pulse diagnosis. But she never expected that this little devil would sense something was wrong.
They thought they were the same kind of people and that it was dangerous for her to be there.
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