Chapter 7: Possession, Beauty Leather Face Fan
Wang Dachun's back was covered with red blood marks, crisscrossed in all directions.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like the fingernail marks left by a woman in a passionate moment, and there is a trace of the breath of evil spirits on this mark.
"Ah!" Wang Dachun was so scared that he screamed. He didn't even know he had these things on his body.
His chest was even more terrifying, with two white handprints clearly visible on his chest.
This was left by a ghost lying on his body and sucking his yang energy. Even fans in front of the screen can see it clearly.
Meng Fuling looked at the marks with cold eyes and immediately recognized them: "This is a Rakshasa ghost."
"Rakshasa ghost? The woman in my dream was really a ghost?" Wang Dachun himself suddenly realized it and felt a chill on his back.
"But, but, the woman I saw in my dream was clearly charming and attractive. How could such a beautiful woman be a ghost?"
"She told me she was a rich lady from ancient times, and that she would prepare a wedding to marry me tomorrow night."
When he thought of the two of them being affectionate and entangled in the dream, and the woman constantly calling him "husband", he felt a chill in his heart.
"Most Rakshasa ghosts die suddenly. They are usually extremely vicious. Every night, they transform into beautiful women and look for strong men. They survive by absorbing men's yang energy."
"Wang Dachun, she's almost drained all your yang energy. I think tomorrow at midnight, when we get married in your dream, she'll eat your soul and kill you."
Wang Dachun's yang energy was almost drained away, and he was almost breathless. His face was pale and he panicked: "Master, save me!"
Rakshasa ghost is just a ghost and it is impossible for it to run around everywhere. Moreover, it comes into dreams in the middle of the night, so it must be hiding somewhere in the house?
"Wang Dachun, let me see your house!" She needed to check the surrounding environment.
"Okay, I'll take you to see it!" He picked up his mobile phone and aimed the camera at the surroundings of the house.
This house is really big, a top-notch luxury villa with three floors. Nowadays, you have to be that rich to be an appraiser of treasures.
After she looked around with the camera, she found no trace of the Rakshasa ghost.
Her cold eyes swept over the antiques and collectibles displayed behind him: "Let me see these things behind you."
Wang Dachun is a big antique collector. The antiques displayed in his cabinets alone are enough to shock people.
Several walls are filled with treasures. On the shelves are bronzes from the Warring States Period and blue and white porcelain from Jingdezhen.
There is also a Tang Dynasty brocade dress hanging on the wall, and an eight-immortal table made of golden nanmu wood is placed in the middle.
Many people were amazed by these antiques full of age, and they never thought that Wang Dachun was really a hidden rich man.
These things alone are enough to open a private museum. If I continue watching, I’m worried that the video will be blocked.
Those who are more knowledgeable can see that these are not superficial goods, and many of them are collected through shady channels.
Being discovered by so many people at a glance, Wang Dachun's face was visibly tense and panicked. He indeed had a lot of contraband in his hands.
Originally these things should not be exposed, but now that my life is almost gone I have no choice but to take them out one by one and look at them.
Looking at these rows of antiques, the live broadcast room instantly became lively.
[Oh my god, Master, are these antiques real? ]
[It's really my poverty that limits my imagination. I feel like there are more treasures here than in the museums in our city.]
[No way, is that the bronze sword I just saw? Could it be hidden underground?]
[Wang Dachun, you are really a criminal. I wonder how many years you will be sentenced to for just this?]
He was already sweating profusely and was wiping the sweat off his forehead. If he continued watching, he would probably end up in jail if he didn't die.
Wang Dachun asked in panic, "Master, did you see anything?"
Meng Fuling glanced at the rows of antiques and suddenly her eyes fell on a fan on the shelf.
"Wait a minute!" She stopped him and pointed to the second row of cabinets: "That's the round fan, come closer."
Wang Dachun quickly moved the phone closer, and an exquisitely crafted round fan appeared on the screen.
The fan is placed on a wooden tray engraved with peach blossoms. The round frame is naturally and undecorated, and is extremely beautiful.
The round fan above is even more lifelike, and the ancient beauty in the picture has willow-shaped eyebrows, almond eyes and red lips, which is charming and attractive.
The handle of the round fan is carved with beautiful patterns, and although it is very old, it still retains its charming luster.
Meng Fuling immediately recognized the extraordinaryness of the fan: "Wang Dachun, where did you get this dough fan?"
Wang Dachun quickly stepped forward to check: "Master, this was purchased through a legitimate channel. A friend of mine who collected antiques passed away some time ago, so this fan was sold to me!"
He hurriedly explained: "This fan is from modern times, it's definitely not something of unknown origin!"
Meng Fuling looked at the fan with a serious look in her eyes: "Really? Then do you know what this fan is made of?"
Wang Dachun hesitated to explain, feeling guilty, "Isn't this just an ordinary round fan made of sheepskin?"
"You still want to hide it from me now? I think you really don't want to live anymore!"
Meng Fuling's scolding made Wang Dachun's legs and feet go weak immediately, and he could only admit it obediently.
"I'm sorry, Master. I don't mean to hide it, but this fan is indeed from an illicit source."
She stared at the fan with a gloomy look. "This is a beauty skin round face fan. The fan is made of a young girl's skin and her ribs."
Wang Dachun was so impressed that he could only admit, "Yes, I got this thing at a black market auction."
Because this thing is too evil and destroys one's worldview, it is impossible to buy it through formal channels.
Meng Fuling looked at the black energy emanating from the fan and said, "The girl who died after being skinned and dismembered was too horrible to be reborn. Her ghost transformed into a Rakshasa and hid in this fan."
"This thing has changed six owners and absorbed the yang energy of six men. Now, this fan has fallen into your hands."
"Congratulations, Wang Dachun, you will be her seventh owner. Once she eats your soul, she will be able to transform into a human form."
"Then you will be the one to be skinned and torn apart, and eaten until not even a bone is left."
Wang Dachun was so scared that he almost pissed his pants. He had indeed heard that the previous owner of this beauty leather round face fan had died.
At that time, I just thought it was pretty so I bought it, and I didn't expect that I would end up buying a deadly fan.
Hearing this, the fans in the live broadcast room were in disbelief.
[A beauty skin round face fan? Who would have thought this fan was made from a woman's skin?]
Oh my god, such a beautiful fan is so scary. I suddenly felt my skin tighten.
I heard that in Tibet, people use the skin of young girls to make drums called "Ajie". Also, did people in ancient times use skin to make fans?
[Horrible, this kind of vicious and inhumane thing, no wonder the girl's ghost died with eyes wide open and turned into a fierce ghost.]
"Do you know that to make this human-skin round fan well, the fan blade must be made from the skin of a young girl's back?"
"The owner first raises her until she is plump and beautiful, then starves her for a period of time until her body fat gradually disappears."
"When you lose weight and your skin becomes loose, the skin on your back remains firm and smooth, which is the best time to peel it."
"Then they cut out her tongue, preventing her from making any sound, and peeled the skin off her back while she was still alive."
"Take out her ribs and grind them into fan bones. Make the fan handle with finger bones and carve flowers into it. Then a beauty skin fan is ready."
Everyone was sweating profusely after hearing this. Wang Dachun was so scared that he took several steps back and collapsed on the ground.
"Because she died a violent death and turned into a fierce ghost, if she absorbs the life span of seven people, she can possess your body and live in your place."
So the one who had sex with him every night and wanted to marry him was a skinning female ghost, and her purpose was to take over his body.
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