In a short while, Linghu Lan saw that there were hundreds of dark, ghostly figures everywhere, surrounding her house. The doorway was also filled with dark figures, all staring at Linghu Lan with equally sinister eyes.
Linghu Lan's heart sank. She could see the urgency in the ghosts' hearts, but they seemed to be blocked by some strange force and had no ability to break in.
She kept touching the spider lily between her eyebrows, but there was no reaction. Linghu Lan sighed silently. Before entering the village, she could still sense Ming Hong, but there had been no reaction since entering the village, which was rather strange.
It was precisely because Linghu Lan had not sensed Ming Hong for a long time that she noticed the strangeness of the old woman. Taking advantage of the darkness, she entered Wenmo's grandmother's courtyard.
Ming Hong wouldn't disappear without a reason. Her eyes, which have seen too many demons and monsters, wouldn't be so easily deceived.
Unless something happens in the underworld.
Someone, or perhaps a ghost, deliberately orchestrated this elaborate scheme for her and Ming Hong.
Linghu Lan turned around, ignoring the ghostly figures standing at the door, and walked into the courtyard.
There were three rooms in the courtyard: a kitchen, a storage room, and a living room. Wenmo and her grandmother lived there for a long time.
Linghu Lan reached out and pressed the door to the master bedroom.
"Awooo!" With a scream, a black cat jumped down from the roof towards Linghu Lan. Just as its claws were about to scratch Linghu Lan's arm, Linghu Lan grabbed its tail, leaving it suspended in the air, screaming even more pitifully.
"Awooo, awooo!"
Linghu Lan frowned. Ever since she caught the beast's tail, her skill in catching small animals' tails seemed to have improved. She could always catch the cat's tail accurately every time.
Night, black cat, and a dark, ghostly figure outside the door.
Linghu Lan looked up at the sky. Even the moon was hiding behind dark clouds. Occasionally, a cold star would peek out from behind the clouds, only to be quickly obscured.
Today really doesn't look like an auspicious day. Is it really true that on the 15th or 16th of the lunar calendar, one shouldn't go home?
Her gaze hardened again, and she reached out and pushed the master bedroom door shut once more. This time, without much effort, the door opened from the inside, revealing the figure of a little girl, trembling as she looked at the scene. (Note: The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated excerpt from a different novel and is not part of the narrative.)
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