Chapter 12: Jun Family. Thousand-skinned Ghost (3)
Outside the door.
Ye Qingtong cursed, "I really can't stand this Jun family. Dad, I told you Uncle Jun is different now, but you didn't believe me. Look at how scary Wang Shiman is, like a fake person. When we first walked in, the way she stared at Ji Ji was exactly the same as the way she looked at me when I first met her. I feel like we're just toys in her eyes!"
Ye Zheng felt extremely guilty. He said nothing and took a deep breath after getting in the car. "Ji Ji, let's go home. From today on, I will no longer have any contact with the Jun family. Don't take what he said today to heart. Uncle and Qing Tong will always be your family, understand?"
Gu Ji nodded obediently, "I know, but uncle, you can't leave now."
"Aren't you leaving yet?!" Ye Qingtong put her hand on Gu Ji's forehead. "You don't have a fever, you're just talking nonsense. His family has already said that, why should we stay and do things for him? Our family is not short of money!"
Gu Ji shook her head, her gaze falling outside the window and inside the iron gate of the small Western-style building.
A translucent shadow stood there, looking at her pleadingly.
The woman was very beautiful, with long hair and eyes like water. Although she didn't say anything, she seemed to have a thousand words to say.
The woman clasped her hands together in a gesture of supplication and pointed towards the door.
Ye Qingtong looked at Gu Ji and waved her hand in front of her. "What did you see?"
"I saw...Jun Zhu's mother."
Jun Zhu looks a lot like his mother, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a thin face. However, although his mother is a ghost, her temperament is gentle and warm, while Jun Zhu, although a human, has the temperament of a sinister male ghost.
Ye Qingtong froze and looked at her father with her neck stiffened.
Ye Zheng was not as scared as he thought. He immediately looked out the window and asked, "Where is it?!"
He and Yizhi were old acquaintances. Yizhi had a gentle temperament and was also a good friend of his wife. Unfortunately, his wife was in a car accident and Yizhi died that same year.
He originally thought that Jun Yi loved Yi Zhi so much that he would not want to remarry like himself.
Less than two years after Ke Yizhi left, he married Wang Shiman.
Until now, he still couldn't convince himself that the brother who had fought alongside him had become so irritable and ungrateful.
Gu Ji pointed in the direction of the door, but Ye Zheng and Ye Qingtong couldn't see it no matter how hard they looked. Ye Zheng was a little discouraged, "If only Yizhi was here, Xiaozhu wouldn't have become so withdrawn, and Junyi wouldn't have become like this..."
While he was talking, Gu Ji got out of the car and walked to the gate.
She nodded politely, "Auntie."
Qiao Yizhi had a gentle appearance, but she was a little afraid of the Qiankun bag on Gu Ji's body, so she took a half step back, "Master, only you can help me."
"There is already a Taoist priest inside." The two Taoist priests.
"They two can't do it!" Qiao Yizhi was a little anxious. "Whether it's Xiaojie's soul or Xiaozhu's soul that was stolen, it's all because of that woman. Only you, only you can help me!"
This was the first time Gu Ji met Qiao Yizhizi, and Gu Ji was very sure.
She was puzzled: "Auntie, this is your first time meeting me, why are you sure that I'm the only one who can help you? In fact, I'm still just a newbie, or have you also met my parents?"
Qiao Yizhi paused, amazed at her intelligence, and nodded, "Yes, I have seen it. A year after I gave birth to Xiaozhu, I was traveling and met a girl selling things on the roadside. She gave me a small jade pendant and told me to change my flight home, otherwise I would get into trouble. She also gave me a letter and told me to open it when I got home.
I was half-believing, half-doubting, and, believing in the principle of "better to be safe than sorry," I changed my visa. The plane I was supposed to be on actually crashed, leaving no one alive. Terrified, I returned home and opened the letter. It said I was supposed to die on that plane, but now my fate had been changed, giving me three years to live. My health took a nosedive from that moment on. I'd arranged everything for Xiaozhu: money, future plans, so that my soul would remain with her after death thanks to the jade pendant. And then that woman showed up!
"Are you talking about Xiaojie's mother?"
"She is not Xiaojie's mother!" Qiao Yizhi covered her face with her hands, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.
Her voice sounded almost shrill and resentful in front of the gloomy old house.
"I am Xiaojie's mother! After I died, my body was stolen by that woman. I don't know what method she used to make my corpse give birth to Xiaojie, but Xiaojie is my child! She wants Xiaozhu's soul, and she wants Xiaojie's soul and body. Child, if you don't help me, Xiaozhu will die, and Xiaojie will become an empty shell. I don't know what she is going to do, but the girl who changed my fate said that only her child can change everything. There is a portrait in the letter."
"In the portrait, the girl was carrying a cloth bag with the Eight Diagrams drawn on it. She had long, dry, and yellow hair that reached her back. She was very thin, had big eyes, and when she smiled, she had a canine tooth and a dimple on the left side. I didn't believe it at first, but then, more than 20 years later, I met you today—"
At that moment, Qiao Yizi used up almost all of his ghost energy to rush out of his once favorite residence on the southwest side.
There were messy red threads entangled in her soul, like a tangled mess of blood vessels, which could not wait to wrap around Qiao Yizhi's soul and pull her towards the southwest.
Qiao Yizi's face was filled with hatred, and he frantically pulled at the red strings with his hands, but he was powerless.
"Please, you must help me, please!!——" Her voice was drowned out by the force of the red line that was instantly retracted.
The wriggling red lines twisted wildly in the house in the southwest direction, which was very disgusting.
"I will."
Gu Ji said softly.
Her mother had predicted this day before she was born, so the disappearance of her memory before the age of eight might have been intentional by her parents.
Gu Ji looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was shrouded in gathered resentment and negative energy.
She looked towards the old house again. The two Taoist priests should have soon discovered that Xiaojie's soul was missing, and it was not a simple matter.
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Inside the old house.
Gantz and Zhang Tianyuan looked at each other.
"Two Heavenly Masters, why hasn't Xiaojie woken up yet?" Wang Shiman sat on the sofa, her face full of worry.
Zhang Tianyuan wiped the sweat off his forehead. The originally large living room was very airy, but now it was extremely humid and hot. Although it was winter, their backs were soaked with sweat.
Xiao Jie's eyes were closed tightly, and his originally pale face was now turning blue.
Breathing is just out, not in.
If this continues, it will only take an hour or two for the person to die.
"Why isn't it working, brother?" Gantz lowered his voice. They tried various methods, but nothing worked.
Zhang Tianyuan gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger beside him and cut his palm.
Blood gushed out instantly, and he used his finger as a pen to draw a string of talismans on Xiaojie's body.
The blood of the Heavenly Master can ward off evil spirits to a certain extent.
He also took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, blood mixed with cinnabar, and Zhang Tianyuan's face was solemn. "There is only one last way."
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