Half an hour later, the bus stopped at the newly built Exhibition Center Square Station opposite Xujiawan Village.

The weather is gloomy and cloudy.

Sang Que got off the bus with a serious expression, still thinking about Xu Yichao's matter. He must have been possessed by an evil spirit and lost his soul at that time, and experienced what happened later from the perspective of his soul.

The temple keeper was able to bring his soul back, and even keep him alive when he accidentally turned back and triggered the rules, which shows that he really has real skills.

Moreover, summoning spirits also exists in modern times. Although there are slight differences in the rules and procedures, it also shows that there are experts in modern times who are able to deal with evil spirits.

Sang Que was both excited and nervous at the moment, "No matter what, we'll find the person first."

"The boundless horizon is my love..."

"Grandma, listen to me. The demolition of Xujiawan cannot be stopped. The ghosts here can only be dealt with by you. How much does it cost? Just name a price. It's a piece of cake."

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In the shop with a missing door, there were a few faded and torn paper figures, leaning here and there, smiling at her woodenly.

Xu Shufen glanced into the window of the bungalow, "Can you see my dead husband?"

"I haven't even ignited the talisman yet, are you scared already?"

Sang Que couldn't see the statue blocked by Xu Shufen, and wondered why the statue wasn't enshrined in the temple. Wasn't she the temple keeper? Xu Shufen noticed Sang Que's thoughts, inserted the incense into the incense burner and said slowly, "The one our Xu family enshrines is a wild mountain god from Longjiliang Mountain. He didn't have an orthodox title, but he could be enshrined in the temple before, but later..."

Sang Que shook her head, feeling that the evil here was far less than that in Heishan Village. She put away the talisman and continued walking towards the deepest part of the village.

Bang! The signboard of a shop facing the street suddenly fell down, and dust filled the sky.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

There was a black and white TV, a green refrigerator, floral bed towels and old photo frames. A noisy ceiling fan was creaking as it turned. An old man in a Zhongshan suit was sitting in a rattan rocking chair, reading a newspaper.

Behind the old man is an incense table with his portrait hanging on it.

Sang Que stood there and looked over. On the tattered and faded plaque were the words "Fu Shou Paper Shop" clearly written.

Compared to the paper figures she encountered before, these evil spirits gave her a lot of pressure. They had faint black lines on their bodies that gathered in the house, making her scalp tighten and making her feel that they were difficult to deal with.

Xu Shufen's eyes lit up. "It's about that beastly father who beat his own daughter to death a few days ago. It turned out to be your classmate, and you called the police? Your classmate obviously died unjustly, and the resentment is entangled with you. It doesn't look like a big problem. Wait here for a while, I'll go get the weapon."

The man in the suit kept looking at him. Sang Que nodded slightly, walked past him and entered the courtyard.

Sang Que went into the house with Xu Shufen reluctantly. It was considered quite capable for him to be able to live peacefully with so many evil spirits.

Sang Que narrowed his eyes, took out a ghost soldier talisman from his pocket and held it in his hand.

Pushing his sunglasses, Sang Que lowered his head and crossed the road, stepping into Xujiawan Village with the momentum of a lone soldier breaking into a camp.

"Come here."

"Come inside."

Sang Que didn't say anything. Xu Shufen put on her reading glasses and squinted at Sang Que.

Xu Shufen stood in front of the statue, lit three incense sticks, raised them to her eyebrows, and bowed devoutly.

Sang Que withdrew his gaze from the group of carefree children and looked towards the dilapidated Xujiawan Village across the road.

A strong pressure came down upon her, as if someone was staring at her. Sang Que quickly lowered her head and dared not look again. She felt that she was mentally disturbed and her vision was blurry.

At the gate of an old courtyard, a middle-aged man in a suit with a slicked-back hair was carrying many gifts and speaking respectfully to the people inside.

They were all thick and blue human legs, there were more than a dozen of them, bent and coiled like centipedes, with some moldy scales scattered on them, and black liquid dripping down.

Sang Que frowned. Xu Shufen didn't pay attention to the "abyss". Does that mean that opening the ghost gate and going to the underworld doesn't exist in modern times? And why does her problem seem to be not a big deal?

"Master Ma was so scared that he ran away. Grandma, your name is Shufen, and our boss's grandma is also called Shufen. Isn't this fate!"

The artistic exhibition center in the distance is a project that was just completed in Yucheng at the beginning of the year. Yucheng is close to Longbeiliang Mountain, has green mountains and clear water resources, and is developing into a tourist city.

Sang Que took out the words he had prepared long ago, "Just a few days ago, I received a text message from a classmate in the middle of the night. I went to her house to look for her and found that she had been dead for many days. When I was about to call the police, there were...many hands grabbing me...After that, I kept having nightmares. I dreamed of an abyss and felt like I was possessed by something dirty."

"I don't know how many evil spirits there are here. If I kill them all, how many more hexagrams can the money for warding off evil be able to represent?"

Sang Que's throat tightened. In her sight, this small blue brick courtyard was full of dirty things.

"Are you done? If you're done, let's go."

In such a big village, Sangque was the only one walking on the road, but she always had a feeling that there were many people here.

There were rotting animal carcasses infested with maggots in the vegetable patch, and a dark shadow flashed behind a pile of cardboard waste in the corner of the yard.

She still attracts evil spirits!

"There is a yin energy. It turns out that you have been possessed by evil spirits. Your three souls are unstable and you can see unclean things. Don't be afraid. There is only my dead partner in the yard. He won't harm you."

The corpse hanging under the grape trellis swayed in the wind, a head floated in the lotus pot, and a woman in green clothes was singing in a creepy voice.

After walking for about five minutes, some voices came from the front, still with a southern accent.

Besides an old man in a Zhongshan suit, there were two children with blue faces leaning against the window to look out.

"I've made it very clear the other day. Everything will come to a conclusion after the Ghost Festival. You don't need to rush to demolish the house in half a month, right?"

"So, mother-in-law, I am a temple keeper without a temple. Don't look down on our mountain god. Those righteous gods are bound by the rules of heaven and will not interfere in human affairs. Only wild gods like us are willing to lend our divine power to help believers solve their problems. Tell me, what's going on?"

In the bungalow, all the furniture has a 1980s feel and is very neat.

After the demolition of the enclosure facilities, the old houses outside were demolished and only ruins were left.

Xu Shufen went to the back to look for something. In the middle of the shrine, the statue covered with red cloth was exposed to Sangque's eyes.

There is a shrine in the middle of the house with lights always on, emitting an eerie dark red color. There is smoke all around and the smell of sandalwood is very strong. All the black lines on the evil spirits outside gather here.

The self-built houses deep in the area are stacked in a disorderly manner, blocking out the sunlight and making the whole village dark, dilapidated and not feeling very "clean".

Zhang Yunzhu was the name of her part-time worker, Sister Zhang. Xu Shufen thought about it, not knowing if she had any impression of him. She angrily used a palm leaf fan to drive away the man in a suit and waved to Sangque.

"…Grandma, I came here on behalf of our boss to thank you. If you hadn't scared that ghost away on the construction site that day, our boss would have been crushed to death by the falling floor."

Amid the deafening sound of music, a group of elderly men and women were dancing in the shade of the square, and their children were chasing and playing, enjoying the leisure of the cloudy afternoon.

"You are lucky. I will be leaving in half a month, after the Ghost Festival. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"My dear, your history books at school should have mentioned that after that period, these feudal superstitions were all destroyed, and the temples were gone. We can only worship them secretly at home."

"If you don't want to die, you can do whatever you want!"

Just one look, Sangque's spirit was hit again! A huge monster was squatting behind the shrine. The upper body was a muscular Taoist priest in green, with a red cloth covering his eyes and his hands forming a Taoist seal. But the lower body...

only?

Passing through the mostly demolished ruins in front, the road behind the village is narrow and winding. The electric poles are covered with mottled small advertisements, and the plaques with red background and white characters on the street shops are of different sizes and covered with oil stains.

"Zhang Yunzhu introduced me to you."

Sang Que walked slowly closer and saw a skinny old woman with gray hair and wearing a cotton silk floral pajamas standing at the door, trying to chase people away with a palm-leaf fan.

The cold wind blew up the scraps of paper on the ground, and the paper figures in the shop suddenly turned their heads behind their backs.

As Sang Que thought to himself, the feeling of being surrounded by a lot of people quickly disappeared.

When Xu Shufen saw Sang Que, she raised her voice and asked, and the man in the suit also turned around to look at her.

"The higher-ups are pushing us hard and there's a deadline, so there's nothing we can do."

Sang Que didn't dare to look closely. Fortunately, these evil spirits that even Xu Shufen couldn't see were "emotionally stable" and didn't pay any attention to her.

The two blue-faced children I saw just now, less than three years old, were naked and were playing in the black liquid.

The endless stream of mutterings came at me, as if countless people were complaining, begging, and cursing. My ears felt like they were being pricked by needles. The Yin Tong Guichou in my body began to become restless, emitting a bone-chilling chill, like an enraged beast that was about to explode at any moment.

Sang Que turned and ran out of the house, away from the statue, trying to keep away the crazy mutterings, gritting his teeth to calm the restlessness in his body.

Is this a mountain god? How could anyone worship such a god? Does the grandmother know that her god looks so creepy?

Is there something wrong with her, or is there something wrong with the world?

(End of this chapter)