It turns out it was all fake.
All of this was planned in advance; everything we did was to cover our tracks.
Maybe all the debt and gambling is fake, just an act to deceive people.
Or perhaps...
Actually, Baldy the Third was also manipulated from the very beginning.
While I was lost in thought, Yuan Ying threw the tin box on the ground.
"He wanted to use the Yin power of the Reincarnation Soul to open the Yin Gate, allowing the wandering soul to possess the paper effigy and be reborn."
With a loud bang.
As the metal box crashed to the ground, the paper baby suddenly let out a shrill laugh.
Yuan Ying's expression changed drastically. She sprinkled a handful of cinnabar and quickly said, "Let's go back to the shop first!"
Back at the shop, the red rope on the fetal soul jar had been untied five times.
The black mist at the mouth of the jar transformed into a human figure, which was the same man holding the paper baby seen in the mirror.
Xiuxiu squatted on the ground, trembling. When she saw us return, she rushed towards Yuan Ying in fright.
Yuan Ying grabbed her hand and turned her palm over.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the lines on Xiuxiu's palm were visible above the surface, perfectly coinciding with the Li trigram on the jar.
Before I could even speak, she suddenly pointed at the shrine and screamed, "The ancestral master's peach wood sword is dripping blood!"
I looked in the direction she was pointing and found that the ashes on the sword tassel were indeed stained with blood, spelling out the four characters "Tonight at midnight" on the ground.
Is it midnight tonight?
Isn't that just a few minutes later?
Yuan Ying told us to step back and quickly set up the "Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation," protecting Xiu Xiu and me at the center of the formation.
He stood at the doorway, holding a bone-revealing mirror.
In the bronze mirror, the old locust tree at the alley entrance is withering, and the baby's handprints on the trunk form a pattern resembling a yin gate.
Meanwhile, the ancient well belonging to Bald Old Man San was spewing out black mist, forming a triangular resonance with the mass grave and the paper offering shop.
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