Old Tang, the night watchman, was being extra careful today, since he had seen something "unclean" last night, which made him speak much softer than usual.
"I must have been seeing things yesterday, yes, seeing things," Old Tang reassured himself. "Getting old, my eyes aren't what they used to be..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression stiffened again, and a woman in a white dress floated straight past him.
The middle of the night is when yin energy is at its peak.
Old Tang felt his blood run cold.
"I'm seeing things... I must be seeing things." Even as he said this, his legs were already giving way.
The ghost Mei'er who jumped into the well harbored immense resentment and was determined to find the culprit who had wronged her.
I'm a ghost! How can I let people treat me like that?
She was very lucky; she only had to wander around for a short while before she spotted a familiar figure. Fang Zhiyi had just gotten up in the middle of the night and was muttering something when she saw him close the door and go inside. Mei'er's face contorted in rage.
She walked straight through the door and into the house.
The first thing I did was cry...
No, who cried more than me?
When Mei'er saw the situation inside the room, she froze on the spot.
The room was filled with the memorial tablets of various deities. One or two would be fine, but now that all the memorial tablets were gathered together, the whole room was filled with a sense of oppression.
The crying came from one of their kind, who was crouching in a corner.
No, not just one, there are several.
"Someone came alone?" Someone suddenly spoke behind her. Mei'er stiffly turned her head slowly and saw a girl standing behind her, holding a roll of red rope in her hand.
Of course, she could tell that this was not human, but a demon.
"Since you're already here, be considerate and squat over there." Xiaobai was already familiar with Fang Zhiyi's operating procedures, and it was also trying its best to do its job.
Mei'er's previous thoughts were completely shattered at this moment, as the oppressive aura emanating from the ancestral tablets in the room rendered her unable to move.
Who would set up so many spirit tablets for gods in their home? I bet all the vengeful ghosts in Jiang Town would have to obediently line up and wait there!
Seeing that she didn't move, Xiaobai sighed, naturally pulled out a section of the red rope she had put away, wrapped it around her body, and dragged her to a corner.
The other ghosts all looked at her.
Mei'er had been staying by the well for a long time and rarely saw other ghosts, so she was at a loss for what to do.
The ghosts just looked at each other, exchanging glances, none of them knowing what to say. The ghost from before then began to cover its face and weep bitterly again.
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