Chapter 29 of Ghost Buddha Yang
Yan Ran leaned forward with his entire face, his eyes constantly sizing up the "Ghost King Nail" in front of him.
"Do you think this thing is really a talisman?"
Xie Qianchou sat on the sofa, fiddling with his phone. After the Buddha statue in Chen Shifo's room was destroyed, he no longer mentioned hunting ghosts there at night, but instead went to Yan Ran's house.
"Haha, found it!"
Yan Ran rolled his eyes at him.
"Go back to your room and play on your phone!"
Jie Qianchou approached Yan Ran and handed her his phone. On a second-hand website, a "Ghost King Nail" was listed.
"This isn't some curse-killing charm at all. It's called the Ghost King's Pestle, and it's a protective amulet."
Yan Ran compared the "Ghost King Nail" with the product on the website one by one, and they were indeed exactly the same.
"Are you saying this thing originally belonged to Master Chen?"
Jie Qianchou lay back on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"What I mean is that Master Chen and that wizard are both liars."
"Didn't you say yesterday that the old witch knew kung fu?"
"No, no, no. First of all, knowing Kung Fu has nothing to do with being a con man. Secondly, your prediction was correct. She must have had another purpose for coming here."
Yan Ran scratched his hair hard. He was just talking nonsense, so how come it came true?
"She calls an amulet a curse talisman. What's her purpose? What good will it do her to stir up panic here?"
"Are you overthinking it? She's just a street vendor. If you don't create some atmosphere, how can you expect her to do business?"
Jie Qianchou thought about it and it seemed to be the same.
"I'm so annoyed. I'm not a police officer. Why should I think about this?"
"Oh? Didn't you volunteer to stay in Master Chen's room tonight to catch ghosts?"
Jie Qianchou put down his crossed legs and leaned forward to look at Yan Ran.
"I'm not doing this for the 500,000 yuan, 500,000 yuan!"
Yan Ran propped up his head with one hand, his eyes still fixed on the "Ghost King Nail" on the table. Hearing Jie Qianchou's words, Yan Ran clapped his fist.
"I always feel like I've seen this thing somewhere before. Now I remember, the first time I saw Zhang Chunhe, he had this thing hanging around his neck!"
Jie Qianchou suddenly stood up from the sofa.
"Zhang Chunhe? He's the boss, he must have the key cards to all the rooms. If he wanted to kill someone or destroy something... that doesn't make sense. If it were him, how would we explain that thing?"
Yan Ran felt a little annoyed when he saw him talking to himself.
"What are you mumbling about? Maybe something fell while the boss was checking the room."
"Impossible! If that were the case, he would have exposed the old witch instead of pretending to know nothing."
Yan Ran pushed away the things in front of him, stood up and stretched.
"Whatever, at least this means this place isn't haunted."
Before Yan Ran could finish his words, he heard a woman's scream. Then, a red scarf flew past the window.
Yan Ran's next words were stuck in his throat. Jie Qianchou, who was standing beside him, also noticed the movement outside the window. He looked at Yan Ran, and they both spoke at the same time:
"A mountain ghost is calling?"
In the dense forest not far from the villa, two figures kept overlapping.
Wang Li pushed his lower crotch hard against Chen Fangqin's buttocks again. He shuddered all over and then lay on Chen Fangqin without moving.
Chen Fangqin couldn't help but screamed again.
Wang Li stroked Chen Fangqin's hair contentedly.
"I just like the way you look when you scream."
Chen Fangqin shook off Wang Li's hand: "Pervert, aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Wang Li grabbed Chen Fangqin's hair and pulled her hard to his chest.
“I just want people to see it.”
A red silk scarf flashed by. Wang Li rubbed his eyes. Was he dazzled?
Yan Ran tossed and turned in his bed, unable to fall asleep.
Zhang Chunhe clearly carried the demon-subduing pestle with him, so why was it in Chen Shifo's room? Who had disfigured the Buddha statue inside? Chen Shifo suddenly died in the room, which had been sealed and turned into a secret chamber. Could he have died of natural causes?
The more Yan Ran thought about it, the more upset she became. She got up and decided to talk to Jie Qianchou about whether she should get involved in this mess. Yan Ran, Chen Shifo, and Jie Geng's rooms were on the first floor. Jie Qianchou, Tongtian Wu, and Liao Chen's rooms were on the second floor. Yan Ran dressed and walked to the second-floor hallway. As she passed a room, she suddenly stopped.
A woman's sobbing could be heard faintly in the room, along with the occasional scolding of a man. Yan Ran prepared herself mentally, then leaned against the door to listen—she could tell the man's voice was Le Chen's.
With a loud bang, something like a cup hit the door, startling Yan Ran. Then, another man's voice rang out from the other side, a voice Yan Ran had never heard before. The man seemed to be questioning Lechen, who argued with him, while the woman's quiet sobs intermittently escaped. The man's emotions grew increasingly agitated, his words increasingly like "Kill you, kill them."
Yan Ran felt something was wrong. She was about to knock on the door to check what was going on inside when a low, miserable scream suddenly came from the room.
Yan Ran retracted her outstretched hand, turned around and quickly ran to Jie Qianchou's room.
Jie Qianchou was broadcasting in his room. Perhaps it was too late, so there were only a few people in the room. Even so, he continued to promote the hat he was wearing in front of the camera. Yes, the hats he and Yan Ran were wearing were the products he was promoting.
Yan Ran smashed open Jie Qianchou's door, and without bothering to explain to him, he pulled him up and ran to Chen's room. When he arrived at the door, Yan Ran first listened to the movement in the room. There was a faint sound of a woman crying, so Yan Ran knocked on the door hard.
"Master Liaochen, are you there? Are you okay?"
The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and after a long time, the door was slowly pushed open from the inside.
Le Chen looked a little tired. The room was dark and his face, seen through the crack in the door, was cast a bright spot by the light from the corridor.
"Donor, what's the matter?"
"Master Liaochen, when I passed by just now, I heard someone in your room..."
Yan Ran hesitated for a moment before continuing, "There were strange noises. I was worried you might be in danger, so I came to check."
"Amitabha."
Liao Chen put his palms together and said, "I'm very sorry to bother you, benefactor."
Le Chen turned on the light in the room and let Yan Ran and the other two in.
"To be honest, an evil spirit did come to my house just now. I went through a lot of trouble to liberate it. Amitabha."
Jie Qianchou followed Yan Ran into the house. He still hadn't figured out the situation, so he found a place to sit down.
Lechen's room was tidy, with no signs of a fight. Next to the bed was Lechen's shrine, and besides that, there wasn't a single person, not even a cat.
Yan Ran frowned, convinced she hadn't heard correctly. She looked toward the door again. She clearly remembered something hitting it. But now... there was no trace of anything.
"Please take a seat, both of you."
Le Chen asked the two to sit on the sofa and went to pour them some water.
Jie Qianchou was a person who could not sit still. He casually opened the Buddhist shrine of Chen, took a look, and then quickly covered the shrine.
Yan Ran didn't notice Jie Qianchou's abnormality, she smiled at Chen.
"Don't bother, Master. I'm glad you're okay."
Liao Chen looked a little tired. He brought the water over and said with all his strength, "Didn't you, the donor, predict that someone would be in trouble next? Wasn't it you, the donor Chen? I believe that until then, I am safe."
Yan Ran's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly pulled Jie Qianchou out. She was still wearing the villa's paper slippers, and as she reached the door, she felt something poke her foot. After she left, Yan Ran picked up the slippers and saw a piece of glass stuck to the sole.
Jie Qianchou, who went in and out inexplicably, poked the dazed Yan Ran with his finger.
The two returned to Jie Qianchou's room. Before Yan Ran could speak, Jie Qianchou hurriedly told Yan Ran what he had seen.
"Guess what I saw? It's really weird."
The shrine at the Liaochen Buddha Temple houses a golden Buddha. Its head is covered in scratches and "wounds," a striking resemblance to the disfigured Buddha statue of Master Chen.
"I clearly heard several people in his room, but when I went in, I only saw Lu Chen."
Yan Ran also told his experience. Jie Qianchou stroked the stubble on his chin and kept thinking.
"People suddenly disappearing from the room, the destroyed Buddha statues, and the mountain spirits crying. This place is really getting more and more interesting."
"People have died, and you still think it's interesting? Didn't you hear what Le Chen said just now? Maybe they all think it was my prediction that killed people."
"Don't tell me, is there a possibility that you really are a prophet?"
Jie Qianchou suddenly remembered something and took out his cell phone and pointed it at the screen camera.
"If you want to buy the same baseball cap as the prophet Yan Ran, place your order now!"
Yan Ran felt his brain freeze for two seconds, then snatched Jie Qianchou's phone. The live broadcast interface was still open, but the number of viewers was only in the single digits.
Yan Ran suddenly understood why Jie Qianchou insisted on wearing a strange hat on the way here.
"Relieve a thousand worries!"
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