"Mother, what is Shiva?" Ma Hehua asked curiously.
"It is a kind of ghost that is very difficult to form. They are all formed from eighty-year-old women. Although these ghosts are not powerful, they are very special because they can transform into other ghosts."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that as long as you are an adult and are killed by them, you will be transformed into Shiva and will not find peace, and will be here for lifetimes to come."
Ma Linghua was extra careful; this thing was not easy to deal with, and wherever Shiva was, there would be a large tomb.
She held Ma Hehua's hand tightly, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily, as if Shiva might leap out of the darkness at any moment.
Her voice was extremely low, filled with endless caution: "This Shiva is not just a being who can transform demons. Look around here, wherever Shiva appears, there is bound to be a great tomb. That great tomb is like a huge entrance to a demon realm, hiding countless horrors inside."
The surrounding air seemed to grow heavy, and the wind howled past like the wails of countless ghosts.
Ma Linghua and Ma Hehua smelled a putrid stench permeating the tomb; it was the smell of death and evil.
The ghosts inside the bronze gate are of all shapes and sizes, each one several times more terrifying than Shiva.
Some of the ghosts were enormous, with blue faces and fangs, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, as if two will-o'-the-wisps were burning.
Their claws are long and sharp, making a piercing sound as they cut through the air, like the Grim Reaper sharpening his knife.
"There is another kind of ghost, whose body is like transparent smoke, but within that smoke are faintly distorted human faces. They move silently through the darkness, and once they get close, they will suddenly burrow into a person's body, causing the person to instantly lose their mind and become their puppet, running wildly in the tomb until they die of exhaustion."
Ma Linghua stared intently at Shiva around her and the bronze door.
Ma Hehua trembled as she listened, her eyes filled with fear.
Ma Lihua listened to her grandmother's terrifying words, but she couldn't see anything at all.
"Grandma, what does Shiva look like?"
Ma Linghua: "……………………"
Ma Hehua: "……………………"
They forgot, their daughter didn't have a flashlight, so she couldn't see the ghost.
He pulled out a bag, found the pink spotlight, and tossed it over.
"Pear Blossom, here you go."
Ma Lihua reached out her hand, thought for a moment, and then didn't put it on.
"What's wrong? Put it on!"
As soon as Ma Hehua finished speaking, she saw an old woman in her eighties rushing towards her.
Ma Lihua was afraid that Shiva would be too ugly for her.
But seeing that her mother and grandmother were struggling to cope, she still chose to put on the searchlight.
"Click..."
The light came on; it was a yellow light.
Before Ma Lihua could fully react, a face suddenly entered her field of vision.
It was an old face that sent chills down your spine, with layers upon layers of wrinkles, like a tattered piece of paper crumpled by the ravages of time.
Each wrinkle is like a deep ravine, crisscrossing and covering the entire face, seemingly silently telling of endless vicissitudes and evil.
Ma Lihua's heart skipped a beat; she was nearly scared to death.
Fear was instantly replaced by anger, and without thinking, she kicked him.
At this moment, the concepts of respecting the elderly and caring for the young had long been thrown to the winds. The existence of this disgusting creature in front of her made it impossible for her to feel even the slightest bit of respect for it.
Then look at the old woman. Her hair is pitifully sparse, with a few strands of white hair sticking loosely to her scalp, exposing large areas of scalp, giving off an indescribable eeriness.
Her face was like a taut old skin, tightly wrapped around that skeletal skull, without an ounce of excess flesh. Her skin was as dry as old tree bark, with a nauseating grayish-black color.
Those eyes were completely black, like two bottomless black holes, without a trace of white in them, as if they held endless darkness and death.
When her gaze swept over her, Ma Lihua felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if she were being stared at by the Grim Reaper.
It wasn't fear, but rather the fact that it made her feel like she was about to get goosebumps.
Shiva's hands are practically chicken claws.
The fingers were thin and long, with prominent knuckles, like withered twigs.
The fingernails were long and yellow, curved like sharp hooks, and covered with black grime; they must have been incredibly dirty.
Her hand trembled slightly in the air, as if it might reach out at any moment and grab Ma Lihua's throat.
The old woman was kicked by Ma Lihua, and her body swayed slightly, but she didn't make a sound, like a lifeless puppet.
But a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, her gaze like that of a cold, venomous snake, fixed intently on Ma Lihua.
She slowly raised that terrifying hand and stretched it out towards Ma Lihua. Although the movement was slow, it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.
Ma Lihua retreated in fright, but accidentally tripped over a stone.
The yellow light made it difficult to see the road, and she fell to the ground in a disheveled state, feeling somewhat unhappy.
The old woman approached step by step, and with each step she took, the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.
At this moment, many Shivas also attacked, and a strong stench made her very uncomfortable.
"Don't come any closer! I'm going to attack!"
Hehe~ Hehe~ Hehe~
The sinister laughter of the old women could be heard from all around.
Ma Lihua couldn't stand it anymore; she decided to just send this damned thing to the afterlife.
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