Chapter Twenty-Four: Watching Ghosts by Candlelight

  Perhaps the fierce ghost couldn't see the lime on the ground, or didn't know what it was for, but we could see her footprints. Lime belongs to yang and will leave footprints when it comes into contact with yin energy. Of course, this requires sufficient yin energy. However, as the fierce ghost walked to the door, the cold wind suddenly stopped, and the candles also stopped flickering, as if everything had returned to calmness. But could things really be calm? The fierce ghost stood still at the door, not taking a step forward without leaving any footprints.

  My body was tense, not daring to make a single movement. Who knew that at this moment my body was stiff and uncomfortable? I really wanted to sit down or lie down, but thinking about it, I didn't dare move even a finger, nor did I dare blink an eye. The fierce ghost stopped in front of the door, what was it doing? I had the heart to ask Second Master, but I didn't dare, and could only stare with wide eyes.

  It was unclear how much time had passed, but the waiting seemed endless, especially when it was filled with fear. Finally, footsteps began to move forward again, but they were heading straight for the wardrobe where we were hiding. I even suspected that the fierce ghost had discovered us. Although Second Master said with certainty that mirrors belonged to yin and could gather yin energy, they could also isolate yang energy. If we covered the entire wardrobe with mirrors up and down, left and right, our breath would not leak out. But did this really work? At least I was skeptical at first - these were all untested claims.

  As the ghost's footsteps approached the wardrobe, I was about to burst out, it was too oppressive. Fortunately, Second Master grabbed my hand and calmed me down, but at this time, both of us could only hold our breath and dare not breathe, how long can we last like this?

  His footsteps stopped in front of the wardrobe, and it seemed that the fierce ghost was interested in this strange old wardrobe. Standing here was a torture for me and Second Master. I only felt my urine getting thicker and thicker, and the fear in my heart was uncontrollable. I hated to rush out and fight desperately, otherwise these fears would make me collapse mentally. To alleviate this fear, I could only think wildly in my mind. I was suffocating. I hadn't done that with a girl yet, so did that mean I still counted as a virgin? I didn't know if my virgin urine could drive away evil spirits and ghosts. Maybe this one pee could even defeat the fierce ghost.

  As I thought about it in my mind, the fear did decrease a lot, and at least my mood could calm down. However, just as I felt a little better, something strange happened. The fierce ghost standing in front of the mirror slowly began to take shape, still looking like it did when it died, with its head smashed like a rotten persimmon, and its severed hand was still there, covered in blood that seemed to be flowing again. What's even more terrifying is that this fierce ghost couldn't be fully called a fierce ghost at this time, as it was always flickering in the dim light, making it seem like it could disappear or appear at any moment. Its pale face had no hint of blood color, but rather a faint green glow that seemed to emanate from within, and its eyes still shone with an eerie light.

  At that moment, I almost exclaimed out loud, not because I was scared to death, but because the fierce ghost suddenly appeared and really startled me. Fortunately, I still held back, glanced at Second Master with a slanted eye, except for his face being even more gloomy, there wasn't much emotional fluctuation, ginger is still old and spicy after all.

  The fierce ghost stared at the mirror, through the mouth that had been scraped out, as if it was staring at us. This feeling made people want to escape, but I didn't dare move my eyes away. Seeing the fierce ghost was actually better than not seeing it, at least we could know its every move. However, this staring contest was really unbearable, and I didn't even dare breathe, afraid that a slightly louder breath would startle it. Especially when looking at that face, even if the ghost tilted its head, I could see the brain inside.

  I don't know how long it took, but I felt like it was a long time. The fierce ghost finally turned around as I wished, and really didn't discover us. Myself and Second Master couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at the same time. It turns out that Second Master wasn't so calm after all, but he didn't dare move anymore, only barely daring to breathe. Just now we almost suffocated to death.

  The fierce ghost turned around and walked to the rocking chair, as expected, it was very nostalgic, sat down and swayed for a while, we could see the rocking chair swaying constantly, afterwards, it also stared at those shoes for a moment, but soon shifted its gaze, however, it looked towards the weeds in the corner of the wall, then got up and walked over to fiddle with them.

  He seemed to have lost interest and walked back, standing by the table, seeing the melon seeds was quite happy, grabbed a handful and cracked for a while, but in fact not a single melon seed was missing, ghosts can't really eat anything, it's just a habit, perhaps that's just a feeling, but apparently soon lost interest.

  Then she looked at the dishes on the table, and the fierce ghost was greedy. She had rarely eaten these things when she was alive, but now she just went up to smell them hard, then stretched out her hand to grab them, but what she grabbed was only an illusion. However, it was enough to make the fierce ghost eat with relish, and even poured herself a cup of wine and lit a cigarette. This old lady had liked smoking when she was alive, but at that time she smoked the cheapest kind. Now it was Hongtashan, which was also an exception in her life.

  It seems that the greedy ghost is really enjoying itself, perhaps when the children were young and didn't want to eat, they were poor and would save any good food for the kids, and later on also had to save some for the elderly. When it was finally time for themselves to enjoy, their two sons were not filial, so while the whole family ate fish and meat in front, the old lady could only drink corn congee by herself in the back. After dying, she can finally enjoy herself, and all the resentment accumulated over the years suddenly erupted, and she lingered by the table for a very long time.

  I truly wish it could stay that way until dawn, as long as the vengeful spirit doesn't erupt, by then it would have dissipated more than half and wouldn't be able to form a storm again. That way we wouldn't need to be afraid anymore. Of course, this is the best outcome, but the development of things isn't something we can control. A table full of delicious food wasn't enough to hold back the vengeful spirit for too long. The damned bell tolled, and it also woke up the vengeful spirit. At this moment, I really wanted to smash that broken bell.

  The fierce ghost put down the food in his hand, listening stupidly to the bell sound coming from inside the house. There was a faint black air emanating from his body, which was resentment. Generally, if it's visible to the naked eye, this fierce ghost is quite formidable. Fortunately, the seventh day after death has not passed, and a newly deceased ghost does not have much ability yet. Many things need to be learned slowly.

  After a moment of contemplation, the fierce ghost suddenly let out a loud roar, which frightened me so much that I couldn't help but shiver. As I watched, the ghost turned around and went towards the eastern wing, which was originally Yang Ersheng's room. However, the ghost would be disappointed if it wanted to find Yang Ersheng to settle accounts, as it was impossible at this time. As for what happened after entering the house, I couldn't see anymore and could only wait anxiously. But soon, a ghostly cry came from inside the house, followed by a gust of dark wind that almost extinguished the candles on the table.

  Taking advantage of the moment, the fierce ghost suddenly rushed out from the inner room, with a whirlwind swirling around it. It was no longer walking slowly, but instead rushed out to the outer room and made a circle, letting out a mournful and shrill cry, then rolled away towards the outside, but did not enter Yang Xiufeng's house.

  The fierce ghost is gone, and I let out a sigh of relief with the second master. My body relaxed, but I felt a bit weak, and couldn't help but smile wryly. I wanted to push open the door and go out, but was held back by the second master: "Where are you going? That old lady has already started turning into a fierce ghost, and human nature will soon be extinguished. It's estimated that she's gone to the front yard now, and who knows when she'll come back? Just stay here honestly."

  "But Third Sister is still waiting for me to lure the fierce ghost over." After hesitating for a moment, hiding like this isn't going to work in the end. The fierce ghost won't rest until it fulfills its wish, and even if it does fulfill its wish, who knows if it will become even more ferocious.

  "Let's wait and see for now." After a moment of silence, Second Master finally let out a sigh.

  I still wanted to speak, but just then the dark wind started again, and the fierce ghost had already returned, all the way screaming with rage, apparently having not found anyone in the front yard it was furious, and came back to search. As soon as it entered the courtyard, it blew up a storm of lime dust, and when it rolled into the house, it even slammed the door shut with a loud "bang", immediately rushing into the western room. My heart also skipped a beat, Yang Xiufeng is in trouble.

  Before I could think of anything else, a shrill scream pierced the air, followed by Yang Xiufeng's own blood-curdling shriek. It was clear she had been discovered. If it weren't for Second Master's hand holding me back, I would have probably rushed out already. Even so, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to hold back.

  A voice came from inside the house, it was Yang Xiufeng speaking: "Grandma, Grandma, I'm Xiaofeng——"

  But the fierce ghost let out a loud roar, and Yang Xiufeng stumbled out of the inner room, followed by a yellow shadow that was flung out from inside, rolling on the ground several times. It was none other than Huang Daxian. Presumably, it was Huang Daxian who blocked the fierce ghost, allowing Yang Xiufeng to run out.

  Yang Xiufeng fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, her face twisted in fear and panic, making her originally delicate face look distorted. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf, but she still managed to wail: "Grandma, I'm Xiaofeng, you're being treated like this——"

  The fierce ghost had already lost its humanity, and such a call was of no use to the fierce ghost. Before the words had fallen, the fierce ghost had already rushed out, with black air rising from its body, and a green light bursting forth. Its entire shadow flickered in and out of the dark fog, roaring as it charged towards Yang Xiufeng. The cold wind blew against Yang Xiufeng's clothes, causing them to flutter loudly. At that moment, Yang Xiufeng's face was filled with despair. Just as she was about to be knocked down by the fierce ghost, I was still trapped in the wardrobe, wanting to go and save her but unable to get out for a moment. Although I had pushed open the wardrobe without hesitation, I was still too late to rescue Yang Xiufeng.

  Time was running out, and just as they were about to be overtaken, a yellow shadow suddenly burst out from behind Yang Xiufeng's back, colliding violently with the fierce ghost. It was none other than Huang Daxian, whose sharp claws had dug deep into the ghost's body, causing it to let out a blood-curdling scream. However, the ghost merely stumbled for a moment before sending Huang Daxian flying with a single swipe of its hand. Huang Daxian crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, likely injured severely.