The old woman, who had just turned around, stopped, a surprised smile on her face. "You knew everything? I thought you knew nothing!"
"What is a spirit pen master?"
"Haha, you silly girl, you're asking me? How would I know? Anyway, we all know your grandma can talk to ghosts. People from all around come to your grandma's house to ask her for favors. Your grandma just takes a pen and scribbles some talisman on paper. She gives the talisman to the person and they take it away. Each talisman sells for a lot of money. I've never seen money come in so quickly. Otherwise, how could your grandma have raised you all these years?"
As the old woman spoke, she pursed her lips, her tone full of sourness. Linghu Lan couldn't help but frown. Could this be the reason why she and Wenmo's grandmother didn't get along?
Linghu Lan looked outside. It was completely dark; the last rays of sunlight had vanished, and darkness had once again enveloped the earth. She thought for a moment and said, "Is there really a hundred ghosts roaming the village at night? Or is it just the older generation scaring children?"
The old woman paused, then smiled. "I knew you young people wouldn't take these taboos seriously. There was a young man in the village who didn't believe in them, just like you. He went out to work and came back home on the fifteenth night of the lunar month. The next morning, he was found drowned in a well. Some taboos should still be heeded."
Linghu Lan smiled, stood up, and said calmly, "You're right. I'm just as skeptical as that young man. I wanted to try it out and see if you'd fall into the well and drown tomorrow morning. Thank you for the tea, Auntie. I'm leaving now."
Linghu Lan walked resolutely toward the door. The old woman panicked and reached out to grab Linghu Lan, but grabbed nothing. Linghu Lan flashed out of the door and stood in front of Wenmo's grandmother's door in a few steps.
The sound of an old woman's footsteps and panting footsteps came from behind. "You can't go in, you absolutely can't go in, there are ghosts in there."
Linghu Lan smiled, firmly pushed open the door, and walked in.
The scenery suddenly changed; in the darkness, a dim light shone from the four corners of the courtyard, illuminating the entire courtyard.
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