What did she write?
Jin Ye stared intently at me with his eyes half-closed.
That look in his eyes was more ruthless than I had ever seen before.
It was as if it could see right through my mind, making my soul tremble.
"She wrote about ghouls."
"A ghoul?"
Upon hearing those two words, Jin Ye was taken aback for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, before he quickly asked, "Just this?"
I hummed in agreement, then asked, "Master Jin, what is a corpse demon? I was about to ask her who the corpse demon is when she suddenly slumped onto the table and stopped moving."
Grandma Zeng wasn't the first person to tell me not to trust people too easily.
There's no longer a time when I'm 100% sure who's a human and who's a ghost next to me; I have to maintain a degree of trust in everyone.
However, I didn't tell a complete lie, because if someone tells a complete lie, it's easy for them to be exposed.
Only when it's half true and half false will others believe it.
Jin stared intently at me for a good ten seconds before he slowly spoke.
"The term 'corpse demon' is not referring to a single person, but rather a collective term."
Jin paused for a moment, then continued, "Corpse demons are different from ordinary ghosts. Although they are called corpse demons, they look no different from normal people. They can sleep, eat, and even cast spells. At first, they don't even know that they are dead."
"Isn't that the same snake demon we encountered?"
I blurted out the question.
Jin nodded and said, "Pretty much, but to keep their bodies from decaying, they can only keep absorbing the yang energy of living people."
"They would be willing to do something like this?" I found it hard to understand.
Jin sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"Why wouldn't you want to? Do you know how many people in this world want to be superior to others? Take an ordinary office worker, for example. He works himself to the bone every day, is bossed around by his boss, ostracized and looked down upon by his colleagues, earns a pitifully low salary, and is dissatisfied with everything in his life."
"If he suddenly had an opportunity to gain extraordinary abilities, even if the price was absorbing the yang energy of living people, do you think he would refuse?"
"People tend to get arrogant once they have power. Just like some rich people, when they had no money, they were fearless and didn't even care about death."
"But once he has money and lives a life of extravagance, living in a mansion, driving luxury cars, and enjoying all kinds of privileges, he becomes more and more afraid of death and tries every means to protect his life and wealth."
"The same goes for the ghouls. They are a group of people who are frustrated in their careers. Perhaps at first they were fearful, regretful, and afraid."
"But once they have enjoyed power, they begin to crave everything they have while they are alive. In order to maintain this false state of 'being alive,' they don't care how many people they will kill by absorbing yang energy."
After listening to what Master Jin said, I let out a long sigh of relief.
Perhaps this is human nature.
Jin ignored me and strode forward without saying a word, bending down to carefully examine Old Mrs. Zeng's body.
"She was indeed dead a long time ago. Judging from the extent of the lividity and the stiffness of her body, she had been dead for at least a week."
"Dead for a week? Then the one who spoke to me just now was a ghost? How come you didn't notice before?"
My voice unconsciously rose, my heart filled with doubt and confusion.
Could it be that even a ghost can't tell that Master Jin is a human?
Jin sighed deeply and slowly pointed to the window and door: "Look over there."
I looked in the direction he was pointing and then realized that the window, which I hadn't noticed before, was tightly closed.
The windows were covered with yellow talismans, the edges of which were slightly yellowed.
Each talisman was covered with strange runes painted in vermilion ink.
Looking behind the door, it was also covered with yellow talismans, layer upon layer, making it almost impossible to see the original color of the door panel.
There were five or six air conditioners inside, with cold air constantly blowing out of their vents.
No wonder I felt bone-chillingly cold as soon as I entered the room, as if I were in an ice cellar.
However, I wasn't in the mood to look at these things at the time.
Master Jin explained, "These are soul-gathering and corpse-guarding talismans. These talismans are extremely dangerous and are considered taboo items even in the Taoist sect."
"Ordinary talismans are made by mixing cinnabar with realgar, taking the positive yang energy, borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon, and drawing them with orthodox Taoist incantations to invite the protection of the gods."
"And this Soul-Gathering and Corpse-Guarding Talisman defies common sense in its material selection, drawing, and spell casting."
"On the night of the full moon, when the yin energy is at its peak, the blood of a child under one year old must be mixed with the ashes of seven pure black crow feathers, and then the bile of a black cat must be added to make ink."
"The artist must use his own blood essence as a guide, recite incantations, and each stroke must conform to the numbers of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends in order to complete the talisman."
"Its function is to forcibly imprison the soul of the deceased within the body, thus preventing the body from decaying."
"Grandma Zeng must have known some important secrets concerning life and death to be willing to risk her soul being scattered and seal her soul in this long-dead body."
"It's just a pity that she couldn't write down the name of the person behind the scenes even when her soul was scattered."
At this point, Mr. Jin turned to look at me again.
That look in his eyes was somewhat meaningful.
It's like they know what I'm hiding.
...
I wanted to help Bai Su and Grandma Zeng with their funeral arrangements, but Master Jin said it wasn't necessary.
Tell Zeng Wei to contact the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations; they will help handle all the aftermath.
If we try to handle it ourselves, we'll only get ourselves into more trouble.
Luo Tianhe remains in a coma.
On the way back, I asked Jin Ye what the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations did.
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