"mother……"

"Shouan, you're awake. That's great. Shouan is awake. Woo woo woo ..."

Inside the He family's house, Qin Fangru tightly hugged He Shouan, who had just woken up, and couldn't hold back her tears. He Erniang was also beside her, covering her mouth with her hands and crying. He Baosheng had red eyes and was looking at the three of them with a silly smile.

Old man He stood at the door of the house, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, turned around and burned incense at the tablet of He Youniang in the hall.

At the table, Sang Que blew out the soul lamp and slumped on the stool. He felt that the soul lamp had burned out his mental strength and he felt dizzy.

Seeing this, Skinny Monkey hurriedly took the kettle, poured a glass of water for Sang Que and handed it to him, his eyes full of disbelief. He had never thought that Sang Que could succeed. After all, if it were him who did this... he wouldn't dare!

"Why are you still soaking wet? Where did you find Shouan's soul?"

Hearing Sang Que's question, He Er Niang stopped at the door. Everyone in the village called her He Er Niang and didn't care about her real name at all.

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"What's your name?"

Thinking of this, He Baosheng knelt down at Sang Que's feet.

He Baosheng chased after him, but failed to catch up, so he could only walk back in disappointment with the purse.

Seeing this, Old Man He said, "Yu Niang is a good girl and has abilities, much better than Ming Zhang. If she could learn the abilities of Taoist Master Yan and stay in Heishan Village, our village would be blessed. What a pity..."

Looking at the corner of the skinny monkey’s yard, the ground is flat and there is no well at all!

Before the Wu Temple was abolished, the main deity worshipped by the villagers of Heishan during festivals was Wu Niangniang, and almost every household had a statue of Wu Niangniang.

The morning light filtered through the half-open window; it was already the second day.

The yard was littered with chicken feathers, chicken blood, and dead chickens that had been torn to pieces.

After listening, Sangque sighed, "He's in the lake."

"That cough from the Zhao family...what kind of cough is that..." Sang Que asked, putting down the water cup.

"I have something else to do."

"What shall I do? What shall I do?"

"I, He Baosheng, have offended you before. I hope you will forgive me. I will work like a cow or a horse to repay your kindness."

Now everyone in the room widened their eyes. The skinny monkey swallowed hard and said, "No, you really went into the lake?"

Next to the earthen kang, He Baosheng, who had to summon the soul himself before, looked pale and felt a sense of fear in his heart. If he had snatched the things to summon the soul earlier, he would surely die.

Realizing that his clothes had been changed, Sang Que hurriedly touched his face, which was clean and moist without any dirt.

When Sang Que saw He Erniang's face clearly, she felt bitter. She was still in Heishan Village and had not returned to her home.

Looking at the Liu family across the street, it was quiet and nothing was happening, but the quietness made people's hair stand on end.

It's a pity that Yan Daozi is not a good person. Sang Que may not be able to learn all his skills, and it is unknown how long he can survive in his hands.

"Get up, no need..."

When the light came on, the growth of the surrounding iron thorns also slowed down significantly. Through the light, Sangque found three words written on the stairs under his feet.

"etc!"

Seeing the hunched old man in front of the skinny monkey, Sangque's pupils trembled slightly. It was the old woman who jumped into the well last night.

"Mother...I saw Empress Wu..."

He Shouan spoke in a daze in Qin Fangru's arms, shocking everyone in the room, and Qin Fangru quickly interrupted him.

Sang Que suddenly woke up and sat up, his head covered in cold sweat and his heart pounding wildly.

!!!

The dark fog was filled with scarlet blood and crisscrossed black iron spikes, like a thorny jungle, both spectacular and terrifying.

"Hu...cough cough..."

"Can you help me...find some carbon ash?"

Sang Que nodded, watched He Shouhui go out, and then closed the door.

A large amount of blood flowed from the hollow eye sockets, and he looked at her calmly. Whoosh! Something blew, and the flame in Sangque's heart was instantly extinguished, and the stairs under her feet disappeared. The sharp spikes on the surrounding iron thorns flew out and pierced into her body fiercely.

Sangque jumped up too fast, and blood rushed to his brain. The world suddenly spun around, and darkness encroached from the edge of his vision. All that was left in his ears was a sharp tinnitus.

Sang Que's eyes sank slightly. The black shadow she saw last night was not an illusion. Could it really be a ghost?

At this moment, Sang Que didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a warm current surging in his heart out of nowhere, suppressing the coldness in his body even deeper.

"Scared." Sang Que said casually.

When Skinny Monkey saw Sang Que standing outside the yard, he greeted him enthusiastically. Sang Que looked unhappy, took two steps back, turned around and ran away.

"Don't worry, I changed the clothes." He Erniang put the handkerchief in the basin beside her. "This is my room. No one else has come in since last night. You are so beautiful, why did you deliberately make yourself dirty and black?"

Sang Que couldn't explain in detail, nor did she have the energy to say much, so let's just assume that she had gone down. Anyway, she did see a water ghost.

The three men kept kowtowing, and Sang Que quickly stood up and reached out to help them.

He Shouan was talking about Zhao Tiancong, the missing person from the Zhao family.

When Sang Que heard what He Shouan said, she thought of the figure that protected He Shouan. Could it be the ghost in the witch temple? Was it him who saved her? Sang Que tried to recall it carefully, but her head ached. She couldn't remember what the figure looked like, or rather, she couldn't see it clearly at all.

One, zero, eight.

He Erniang brought a basket of charcoal ash that she had prepared long ago to Sangque without asking too many questions. Born in such a world, they had long learned to suppress their curiosity.

She looked back up, avoided the iron thorns and tried to move upwards. Just as she raised her foot, a cold wind suddenly blew up, the misty darkness dispersed, and a small figure appeared above the stairs.

The black donkey in the yard barked at her again, but Sang Que glanced at it and ignored it, taking a deep breath and walking towards the main house where Yan Daozi lived.

Moreover, if you die at the hands of a water ghost, you will become its slave, leading your family or villagers to be sacrificed to the water ghost, which will cause endless troubles.

He Shouan in Qin Fangru's arms spoke again in a weak voice, which frightened Qin Fangru and others so much that they turned pale.

He Erniang nodded in understanding, "Yes, in this world, beautiful women always have a hard life, but Taoist Master Yan is not interested in women, but his disciple Mingzhang always made advances towards the girls in the village."

"Oh my dear mother, could you please stop singing? It scares me so much. Where on earth did you learn this song?"

"Shouhui, my name is He Shouhui."

When He Shouan's grandmother was still alive, she told He Shouan a lot of stories about Wu Niangniang. In He Shouan's heart, Wu Niangniang has always been a good ghost.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared at her heart, like a spark, swaying in the wind, tenacious and inextinguishable. Under this light, the steps under her feet seemed more real and stable.

Thinking of the old woman who jumped into the well at Shouhou's house, Sangque finished a steamed bun in three bites and ran outside the yard of Shouhou's house.

"Thank you, Yu Niang, for saving my family's safety today. From now on, my husband and I'm yours. I'll do whatever you ask me to do and I won't say no!"

He Erniang didn't know what to say, she just followed her parents in kowtow, with genuine gratitude in her eyes.

Kou Yushan was speechless. He had thought that Sang Que was powerful, but he didn't expect her to be so powerful that she was not even afraid of water ghosts. However, she was the daughter of the temple keeper, so she must have the favor and protection of the witch.

"Don't talk nonsense. We can't worship the witch lady anymore."

"Yuniang, why are you running? I'm not a ghost."

As far as the bird could see, there were several shriveled corpses stuck in the thorns, looking up at the sky in pain.

Seeing this, the black donkey in the corner of the yard kicked over the stone trough.

He Baosheng stood up holding a purse and was about to say something when Sang Que quickly took two hot and soft cornmeal buns from the table.

*As soon as Sang Que came out of the He family's house, he heard an old woman sitting on the ground crying in the courtyard of the Li family next door.

*In a daze, the cold wind blew on my face.

Running into the yard where Yan Daozi lived, Sang Que actually felt a little more secure.

Quickly returning to her state as she was yesterday, Sang Que walked out and saw the He family had prepared a sumptuous meal in the main hall. No one picked up their chopsticks, and they all looked at her eagerly and gratefully.

There was fog and darkness all around, and the sound of the wind was like the cry of a ghost, which was creepy.

"Eh? Yu Niang, are you awake?"

Boom! A thunder ripped through the darkness. Sang Que trembled all over and suddenly woke up. She saw the surrounding environment clearly and opened her eyes in horror.

The iron thorns seemed to be growing slowly, pricking all over Sangque's body. She hurriedly felt around her body, trying to find something to illuminate her so she could get a closer look.

"There's a basin over there. I'll go out and prepare some food for you. Um... I was wrong to be cold to you yesterday. Thank you for saving my brother. If you need any help in the future, feel free to come to me."

The skinny monkey and Kou Yushan beside him opened their eyes in shock when they heard this. The skinny monkey said in surprise, "You went into the lake? Didn't you encounter a water ghost? Even Yan Daozi didn't dare to approach that place, it's impossible!"

Pieces of flaming feathers floated down. The mulberry bird raised its head and saw tree-shaped lightning silently crossing the sky above its head. The flaming feathers landed on the mummy in front of it, and the mummy was burned to ashes in an instant and blown away by the wind.

Sangque drank the water too quickly and choked and started coughing, without being able to finish his words.

Sang Que was at a loss. Qin Fangru put the child down, pulled He Erniang to kneel down together, and kept kowtowed to Sang Que to thank her.

Sang Que's head was buzzing. This was really a village of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. This must be a hell-level novice village. She didn't want to stay here for a moment. She couldn't even tell whether what she saw was a human or a ghost.

Sang Que bowed slightly to apologize, took a bite of the steamed bun and turned and ran away.

"Mom... I also saw Brother Tiancong. Brother Tiancong took me to play by the lake. Brother Tiancong said he wanted to go home too..."

The door of the main room was ajar. Just as Sang Que was about to knock on the door, he heard Yan Daozi's voice from inside.

She reached that bottomless, boundless abyss again... the Netherworld! This time, she did not fall down. Under her feet was a staircase standing in the air, uncertain, like mist.

He Erniang sat on the edge of the earthen kang with a handkerchief in her hand, looking concerned, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Kou Yushan described to Sang Que Zhao Tiancong's characteristics and what he was wearing on the day he disappeared.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and sunlight came into the dim room. Yan Daozi was still sitting crookedly at the middle table, using her fruit knife to cut a bone. There were still two cups of tea on the table.

Sang Que looked at the locked house on the left. She still felt a desire to go in, stronger than yesterday, but the talisman on the door made her feel very dangerous.

When he withdrew his gaze, Sang Que suddenly discovered that a long and thin human-shaped shadow vaguely appeared on the empty seat next to Yan Daozi. It was like a stretched human skin, with a taut face without facial features, which was both scary and weird.

It was the evil spirit controlled by Yan Daozi! She could see it! (End of this chapter)