The skeleton gave Zhong Xueliu a strange smile, and thick fog gradually rose around Batang Village, enveloping the entire village.
Zhong Xueliu instinctively slammed on the brakes, the wheels screeching loudly. Nan Yuanman, sitting in the back seat, lurched forward with a creaking sound, only to be pulled back down to his seat by the seatbelt.
Nan Yichen hissed and gasped, rubbing his chest where the seatbelt was digging into him: "Zhong Xueliu, are you trying to murder me?"
Zhong Xueliu pointed out the window: "Didn't you see that skeleton outside?"
"What skeleton?" Nan Yuanman looked out the window in confusion and saw Aunt Zheng walking over with a happy expression. Through the car window, she could hear her loud voice.
"Oh! Perfect! Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I could have tidied up the house for you so it would be ready for someone to live in!"
Nan Yuanman rolled down the car window and called out, "Zhengda..."
Before she could finish speaking, the car window, which had been lowered, rolled back up. Zhong Xueliu stared tensely at the slowly approaching skeleton: "Don't open the window! Perfect! This Aunt Zheng is no longer alive!"
Aunt Zheng: "??"
"Who are you calling not alive?!" Aunt Zheng put her hands on her hips and glared at Zhong Xueliu unhappily. "I'm alive! I'm warm to the touch!"
Nan Yuanman also looked at Zhong Xueliu with a strange expression: "Sister Xueliu, are you blinded by a ghost? Aunt Zheng is clearly a person!"
She could still feel the vitality in Aunt Zheng's body!
"She's not!" Zhong Xueliu turned to Nan Yichen urgently: "Nan Yichen, did you see a person or a skeleton?"
Nan Yichen glanced at Aunt Zheng, then looked at Zhong Xueliu: "You're being misled. The people outside are living people."
Zhong Xueliu was stunned.
She looked at the decaying skeleton swaying outside with suspicion. Even through the car window, she could see maggots wriggling on the skeleton's face and corpse worms crawling in and out of its eyes.
Is this incredibly realistic skeleton actually a real person?
Is she really being blinded by a ghost?
Nan Yuanman looked at the stunned Zhong Xueliu, rummaged in her bag with her small hands, and pulled out a few talismans and handed them to her: "Sister Xueliu, if you don't believe me, you can throw the talismans at Aunt Zheng. If the talismans react, she is not alive. If they don't react, it proves that she is still alive."
Zhong Xueliu thought for a few seconds and finally decided to be more cautious.
She took the talisman from Nan Yuanman, rolled down the car window, and quickly threw it at Aunt Zheng. She then quickly closed the window and stared at Aunt Zheng warily.
When the talisman landed on Aunt Zheng, it hissed and burst into flames, the bluish-purple flames quickly enveloping the skull.
Zhong Xueliu: "!!!"
She swiftly pulled out a peach wood sword: "She's not alive!"
Nan Yuanman frowned: "Sister Xue Liu, what are you saying? The talisman clearly didn't react."
Nan Yichen: "Zhong Xueliu, are you blind?"
Zhong Xueliu panicked: "She's really not human, you have to believe me!"
She gritted her teeth, gripped the peach wood sword, and got out of the carriage: "Watch closely! See if I'm killing a human or a ghost!"
Zhong Xueliu got out of the car, gripped the peach wood sword, and stabbed it fiercely into Aunt Zheng's heart!
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“Yuanman, although your house is usually maintained by someone, it's been uninhabited for too long and it's covered in dust. Would you like to stay here with me for the night?”
"Wait until I've cleaned it for you tomorrow before you move in?" Aunt Zheng wiped her wet hands on her apron, her gaze falling on the two dazed people behind Nan Yuanman, who looked like they weren't quite right in the head, and a hint of sympathy appeared in her eyes.
"These two are the people you contacted, right? What's wrong with them? They look like they've lost their minds."
Nan Yuanman grabbed Zhong Xueliu's clothes with one hand and Nan Yichen's clothes with the other, her chubby face wrinkled with worry: "They really have lost their souls."
Half an hour ago, Zhong Xueliu had just driven her car into Batang Village when her soul was stolen away, so fast that Nan Yuanman didn't even have time to react.
She quickly used talismans to protect the remaining souls of Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen, but their souls and spirits were gone, and they were like being possessed, blankly unresponsive.
At that time, the car was still some distance from Batang Village. Nan Yuanman was afraid that their bodies would be possessed by wandering ghosts, so he didn't dare to leave them alone. He used all his strength to pull them off the car and into the village.
Just as they entered the village, they were spotted by Aunt Zheng, who was washing clothes outside.
Nan Yuanman stared at Aunt Zheng for a long time, making sure that she didn't have any yin or ghostly aura and that she had the aura of a living person before daring to talk to her.
She was also afraid, afraid that Batang Village had already been in danger, and that Aunt Zheng, whom she was talking to now, was not a living person.
She would feel very, very sad.
Fortunately, it seems there's still time.
"Poor thing." Aunt Zheng looked at Nan Yuanman with sympathy and hurriedly invited her into the house: "Come on in, come inside first. It's windy and chilly outside. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Nan Yuanman pulled Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen inside, asking casually, "Aunt Zheng, has anything strange happened in the village lately? Have any strange people come into the village?"
"There is one strange thing," Aunt Zheng said. "I don't know why, but recently there have been a lot of red spiders in the field, and they've spun a lot of webs that I can't get rid of."
"Their colors are so bright that we're afraid they're some kind of scumbags who've been imprisoned for life, so we don't dare use insecticides. We can only smoke them away, which has made us afraid to go out in the fields lately, for fear of being poisoned."
"It's good that you're back. Take some time to help out and see what that thing is."
“A red net…” Nan Yuanman suddenly had a bright idea and took out several red silk threads he had collected from the Jiang family from his small satchel: “Is this the kind of silk thread that makes up the net?”
Aunt Zheng looked at it carefully and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, yes, that's the kind of line."
Nan Yuanman felt a chill run down his spine; this proved that the evil spirit from the Jiang family had already begun to plot.
Fortunately, she arrived in time.
She suppressed her eagerness: "Take me to the fields when I wake up tomorrow."
Aunt Zheng: "Okay."
She couldn't help but complain to Nan Yuanman, "I was worried it would crawl into the house. Thank goodness for the amulet you gave me. I put it on the door, and since then, there have been far fewer snakes, insects, and rodents in the house. It's just that the amulet is almost gone..."
Nan Yuanman silently took out two bills and handed them to her: "Payment for cleaning the house."
Aunt Zheng beamed and tucked the talisman into her bosom: "Oh dear, look at you, why are you being so polite? We're all neighbors, we should help each other out!"
Nanmanyuan: (；?_?)
Nan Yuanman: "Don't give it back to me."
Aunt Zheng's expression changed: "That won't do!"
Nan Yuanman: "Hmph!"
After a whole night of fussing, Nanmanyuan was finally able to settle down.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two people sitting in the chairs, expressionless and staring blankly, and said with some worry, "What should we do..."
The older brother even said he would ask the 908 Bureau for help, but he lost his ability to move as soon as he entered the village.
I haven't helped her at all, and I've only caused her trouble.
Nan Yuanman took out the incense burner for summoning souls, muttering to himself, "I should have done it myself instead of asking them."
Nan Yuanman plucked Zhong Xueliu's and Nan Yichen's hair, wrapped it around incense sticks, lit it, inserted it into the incense burner, sprinkled rice, and chanted a soul-summoning incantation.
She tried to summon their souls, but if she couldn't, she would go to the field to check on Bai Wenying's grave herself.
The room was gradually filled with yin energy.
A white figure slowly appeared in front of Nan Yuanman, and the white figure became solid from its illusory appearance.
Nan Yuanman stared at the face she had seen countless times in photographs, a face she knew by heart. Her round face froze for a moment, and she subconsciously stammered, "Mom...Mom?"
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