I signaled those going to the escort agency to leave first, but they said they were willing to wait. It was already noon anyway, so they might as well wait for the two to come back before setting off together.
Leaving the little zombie and the black dog in the inn, the two went to Yu Zhengpin's residence together.
There was no need to ask along the way, just walk in the direction of last night's wedding procession, and from a distance you can see a house with a "囍" character pasted on the door that had not been removed yet, and a white cloth was hung up.
When I walked to the door, I bumped into someone head-on.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my son-in-law's house?" asked a fat man with a protruding belly, rich clothes and a small beard. From his tone, it seemed to be Mr. Zhang.
His tone was not very friendly, and he seemed to not want anyone to disturb his son-in-law.
This kind of unkindness was more directed at Ming Xin, or rather...his Taoist attire.
Ming Xin bowed casually to him and replied, "I guess you must be Mr. Zhang. I heard that last night was a ghost marriage between Mr. Zhang's youngest daughter and Yu Zhengpin. After the wedding, Yu Zhengpin died in the bridal chamber that night with blood gushing from all seven orifices. I..."
Seeing that with every word Mingxin said, Mr. Zhang's fat face became darker, Luo Zheyu suddenly reached out and grabbed Mingxin, signaling him not to continue.
"I'm sorry, we just wanted to offer our condolences."
Mr. Zhang had a gloomy look on his face. He glanced at them and saw that both of them had extraordinary appearances, one more outstanding than the other. In the end, he said nothing, snorted lightly, turned around and left with his bulging belly.
"Brother Luo, what did you pull me for just now?"
"You suspect that Yu Zhengpin's death is related to Zhang's youngest daughter."
"Indeed, how did you know?"
"Anyone can see that."
"What does this have to do with why you held me back just now?"
"…If Yu Zhengpin's death was caused by the ghost of Zhang's youngest daughter, what would you do?"
"The Yin and Yang are separated, and the ghost cannot interfere in the affairs of the Yang world. Moreover, even if Yu Zhengpin behaved improperly, her crime is not punishable by death. But if her soul is dispersed, it would be too much..."
Ming Xin thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I will take her soul and forcibly save her."
"Mr. Zhang dotes on his youngest daughter."
"Oh~ I understand. He thought it was his little daughter who did it, and he was afraid that I would harm his little daughter's ghost!"
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The mourning hall was all white. Yu Zhengpin's family members knelt on the ground in sorrow, wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money in the brazier.
From time to time, a gust of wind blew in, blowing the white cloth.
Luo Zheyu and Ming Xin pretended to be friends of Yu Zhengpin during his lifetime. They lit a stick of incense in front of the tablet and told his family that they wanted to see Yu Zhengpin for the last time.
Yu Zhengpin's family led the two to the coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall.
The coffin lid was placed aside, not yet closed.
The groom whom I saw from the window of the inn last night was now lying straight in the coffin, his whole body stiff and without a trace of life.
His eyes were closed, his hair was neatly tied behind his head, there was dark circles under his eyes, his lips were purple, and although his face was pale, it was also clean, without a trace of blood on his body. It was obvious that his family had tidied up his appearance.
There was no sign of what passers-by called "bleeding from all seven orifices" in this appearance.
Ming Xin suddenly pointed at the position of Yu Zhengpin's head.
In that place, there were still some wisps of negative energy remaining that had not yet completely dissipated.
Yu Zhengpin’s death was indeed closely related to the ghost.
Ming Xin suddenly stretched out his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together and straightened them, bent his ring finger and little finger, pressed his thumb on them, and pointed his fingertips at the center of Zhengpin's forehead.
“W-What are you doing!?”
Yu Zhengpin's family looked at him in surprise.
His fingertips touched the center of Zhengpin's forehead, but only stayed there for two or three seconds, and then Mingxin withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing, I saw a stain and wiped it for him." He said casually.
"I am sorry for your loss."
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The two left Yu Zhengpin's house and were on their way back to the inn.
"Yu Zhengpin's soul is not in his body, and there is no one around to see it."
Ming Xin's action just now was to check whether Yu Zhengpin's soul was still in the body.
For someone who dies suddenly like this, the soul will not leave the body for a short period of time, but there is no trace of Yu Zhengpin's soul.
It is very likely that it was taken away by someone, or... swallowed.
"I want to summon spirits."
Ming Xin paused and suddenly said.
To summon souls is to summon the souls of the dead.
In order to summon a specific soul, one must at least know the name, date of birth, and date of death of the deceased.
What he wanted to summon was the soul of the Zhang family's youngest daughter, but the two of them didn't even know her name. Even if they knew her name, secret information such as her birth date and time were only known to her relatives. It would obviously be difficult to get an answer if they rashly went to ask the Zhang family.
If the other party has a bad temper, a fight might break out.
Ming Xin frowned in thought. As he walked forward, he was thinking hard about how he could get the birth date and horoscope of the Zhang family's youngest daughter so as to summon her soul.
"Why not go and see the widow first."
Luo Zheyu grabbed Ming Xin, who was walking aimlessly and didn't know which alley to turn into, and dragged him, turning around and walking in another direction.
"Hey hey..." Ming Xin leaned back and walked backwards in a panic, following Luo Zheyu's steps.
"Do you know where the widow's house is?" He grabbed Luo Zheyu's hand which was pulling on the back of his collar and asked.
"Zhendong, the waiter mentioned it last night."
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The widow's house was not big, but its location was somewhat remote, some distance away from the surrounding neighbors' houses, and it stood alone.
There are several locust trees in the yard, lush and green, with branches and leaves spreading out of the courtyard wall.
The vermilion door with some paint peeling off was ajar. The house was very quiet and not a single sound could be heard.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Luo Zheyu went forward and knocked on the door.
"Squeak--" the door opened by itself without wind, slowly opening a gap.
No one inside the house answered the knock at the door.
"Is anyone home?"
"Whoosh——" Suddenly a strong wind blew and blew the paint-chipped door open. The door panel hit the wall inside the house, making a clanging sound.
The door stood open, as if inviting them to enter.
There was a strong sense of yin in that wind.
It seems they found the right place.
The entire house was exposed to the two people's sight because the gate was open. The courtyard was very empty. There was no decoration except the withered yellow grass growing in the corners and the locust tree in the courtyard.
The door of the house facing the main gate of the mansion was also open.
It was broad daylight, but the room was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Even with the door open, no sunlight could get in.
The whole house was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, as if covered by a layer of cold and lonely gray fog.
Luo Zheyu and Ming Xin looked at each other and walked into the courtyard.
“Bang!”
A cold wind blew, and the door behind him slammed shut, locking tightly.
The two men didn't even look back and walked straight towards the room with the door wide open.
That place has the strongest yin energy.
A gray fog gradually rose in the courtyard, and as the two people approached the house step by step, the fog became thicker and thicker.
Until it was pitch dark.
Thick fog separated the two people. Neither Luo Zheyu nor Ming Xin could see each other with their naked eyes, but they were not panicked at all.
The sound of whispering was heard in the thick fog, sometimes near, sometimes far away, sometimes far away in the horizon, sometimes very close.
The sound was like an old man's panting, a woman's laughter, a man's murmur, a child's laughter, and a baby's crying.
Chaotic, confusing, weird and unpredictable.
Along with a strange laugh, a gust of cold wind blew behind Luo Zheyu.
The wind blew up the long black hair hanging behind her, making it flutter and fly in all directions.
Luo Zheyu was indifferent to the cold wind. He straightened his back and walked step by step towards the house in front of him that was already shrouded in gray fog and had the strongest yin energy.
“Hehehe…”
The strange laughter sounded again.
In the gray fog behind him, a figure emerged silently, with a bright smile on his face and staring at the direction of Luo Zheyu with resentment.
She looked like she was made of paper, a little rough, with obvious traces of the bamboo support supporting her body.
Pale skin, bright red lips and cheeks, eyebrows and facial features drawn with a pen, clothes sticking to the body, painted with bright red paint, as red as blood.
The two hands are placed at the sides of the body, with the palms as a whole, and only the lines of the five fingers are roughly drawn with a pen.
Apart from the resentful look, it looks no different from the paper figures buried with the dead during funerals.
When another gust of cold wind blew past Luo Zheyu, the paper man was also blown up by the wind and floated towards Luo Zheyu swayingly.
Luo Zheyu was surrounded by gray fog, walking on a road that originally only took a few steps to reach but now seemed infinitely extended. He seemed completely unaware of the paper man floating behind him.
The paper man flew over lightly and slowly raised his hands.
Her body was pressed against Luo Zheyu's back, and her paper hands were pinching Luo Zheyu's neck from behind.
Getting closer...
A slender hand with distinct joints suddenly stretched out from the thick fog and grabbed the paper man's extended hand with five fingers drawn on it.
With just a little force, the paper man could no longer control his body and was pulled over by the owner of the hand.
Luo Zheyu pulled the paper man in front of him, took a quick look at him, grabbed the man's waist with his right hand, grabbed the man's legs with his left hand, folded them together, folded them again, and finally rolled them into a ball with his hands.
"ah!!"
A shrill scream that was not like a human voice came from the paper ball.
A huge ball of brightly colored paper in red and white was held in Luo Zheyu's hand.
He weighed it twice and felt that the paper ball was not dense enough, so he rubbed it in his hands and pressed it down.
There was a constant whimpering sound coming from the paper ball, but Luo Zheyu ignored it.
He stopped only when the paper ball became more than half the size of before.
Hold it in your hand and raise it above your head.
Accumulate power.
Throw, launch!
“Ahhhh, wuwuwu—”
An unidentified sound came from the paper ball, which flew quickly through the air and disappeared into the gray fog.
The paper ball, carrying the zombie's infinite power, flew far away, rushing around, and startling a group of ghosts.
Miserable screams continued to be heard along the flight path of the paper ball.
Until a few loud "bang, bang" noises were heard, the tattered paper ball seemed to break through the wall, then it lost its force and rolled to the ground.
The entire gray fog shook and became quiet.
All kinds of strange and complicated sounds disappeared in my ears.
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