The Curse of the Ancient Tomb Seventeen

  Xue Pinhan rushed up and hugged Su Yingzhen who had fainted.

  The others gathered around. Su Yingzhen's eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

  "Head, really, isn't he possessed by an evil spirit?" Dong Yi Qi asked anxiously.

  Xue Pinhan's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

  "Let's ask if there are any fortune tellers or high monks here, and have them take a look at what's going on," Old Yang said.

  A few people took Su Yingzhen to a shaman's house near the town, who was said by the townspeople to be good at driving out evil spirits.

  That godmother's face was painted with a thick layer of powder, at least an inch thick, like a dough figurine. Every time she moved her mouth, the powder would fall off in large flakes, like the peeling of old whitewash on a wall. She also had her eyebrows drawn and lips painted red, but the quality of the lip gloss was too poor, it would stick to her teeth when she spoke, making it look like bloodstains, as if she had eaten human flesh. Wearing a large red jacket with a high collar, she looked neither ancient nor modern, her smile was too exaggerated, and Dong Yiqi couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, which made the godmother's eyes flash with anger.

  She leaned in close to Su Yingzhen, her face covered in wrinkles and two bright red circles of rouge on her cheeks, and stared at him for a long time before looking up and saying mysteriously: "He's been possessed by an evil spirit."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Haunted by a ghost." The fortune teller sat steadily in her chair, as calm as Mount Tai.

  The four of them looked at each other in dismay.

  "Can't you just hurry up and untie me? What's with the posing, are you waiting for someone to take a photo of us as a keepsake?" Dong Yiqi was already an impatient person, and now that Su Ying was being slow on purpose, his heart was burning with anger, and he couldn't help but let out a loud roar at the old hag who was dressed in such a strange way.

  The old nun was so angry that her face turned red with rage, she stared at him for several seconds with a piercing gaze, let out a sharp hum from her nose, then turned away and closed her eyes to meditate.

  Old Yang felt something was wrong, so he hastily came forward to apologize: "Please be lenient, adults don't blame children for their mistakes. I'll scold him later, please just treat the child first."

  After a while, the nun slowly opened her eyes as if she had returned to her soul. She hummed a few times and said: "This child is obviously a pure yin physique, most easily attracting lonely souls and resentful ghosts, it's not easy to solve." With a pretentious sigh, her eyes swept across the faces of the four people, finally settling on Xue Pinhan's face with a hint of longing.

  Xue Pinhan hastily said: "You think of a solution."

  "There is a way, but it's harmful to the body. Young man, do you understand?" The fortune teller said slowly and calmly, looking at him with an even brighter gaze than before.

  Dong Yi Qi said, "If you have a way, just use it quickly, don't dawdle." The words had already reached the tip of his tongue when Xue Pin Han abruptly cut him off: "Please, if you have a way, then cure her."

  A spark of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the witch, and she stared straight at Old Yang, without responding to Xue Pinhan's words.

  Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Yes, yes, how can we let you hurt your body? Is 1,000 yuan nutrition fee enough?" He nodded and smiled to appease him.

  The shamaness smiled with satisfaction: "Now that prices are rising, a thousand isn't worth much. Since you're sincerely offering, I'll generously accept it and accumulate virtue by doing good deeds."

  Dong Yi Qi's face turned bright red with anger: "What golden branches and jade leaves, wanting 1,000 yuan to nourish the body. Why don't you just go out and rob someone!"

  The old nun's smile vanished, her eyes blazing with anger, her forehead covered in black lines, and she shrilled: "Which family's wild brat is yelling here?"

  Xue Pinhan gave a look, and Shen Zhiyuan pushed and pulled Dong Yiqi, who was scolding and grumbling, out.

  The goddess's face regained its joyful smile and she stretched out a palm towards Xue Pinhan.

  Xue Pinhan understood, and hastily took out 1,000 yuan from his body and placed it in the greedy palm.

  The sorceress dipped her finger in her mouth, took out a bit of saliva and counted the money with gleaming eyes. Satisfied with the amount, she smiled and put it in her pocket. She took a yellow paper from the altar table, knelt down before the shrine, closed her eyes and muttered to herself, her body swaying slightly. Opening her eyes, she burned the yellow paper, mixed the ashes into a bowl of tea and made Su Yingzhen drink it.

  In less than five minutes, Su Yingzhen woke up and stared blankly at the large and small gods in the room, unsure where she was.

  "You've been possessed, we'll take you here to exorcise it." Xue Pinhan explained softly in her ear.

  She sprang up with a start and felt refreshed, much clearer than before when she had been drowsy.

  "I'm telling you, I can cure illnesses with just a touch of my hand, and it's very effective." The fortune teller said with great pride. She stared at Su Ying Zhen for a long time: "Child, you've been in poor health since you were young, and on top of that, you also see ghosts."

  Su Yingzhen shook her head: "When I was young, I rarely went to the hospital and never saw a ghost. Just these two days, I've been in a daze all the time."

  "This is strange, may I ask what's your birthday?"

  Nineteenth day of the sixth month on the lunar calendar.

  Xue Pinhan asked from the side: "How come you still remember your birthday in lunar calendar when everyone is using solar calendar now?"

  "I don't know, I've just remembered the lunar calendar since I was a child."

  The fortune teller snapped her fingers and calculated: "No wonder, it's the day Guanyin Bodhisattva attained enlightenment. Your birthdate has blocked many disasters for you. Let me ask again, young lady, does your name contain the character 'ying' or 'zhen'?"

  Everyone who heard this was shocked.

  "My surname is Su and my name is Yingzhen."

  The immortal smiled mysteriously: "Girl, you're very lucky, a superior being is helping you turn your calamity into fortune."

  "What did you say?"

  The immortal woman smiled again: "Ying Zhen, Ying Zhen, Ying Dao Xiu Zhen is actually a Taoist name. Every time someone calls out your name, you get an extra blessing." The immortal woman became more and more mysterious as she spoke, then suddenly stopped: "I need to go to the bathroom right now!" She rushed off in a hurry towards the restroom.

  Su Yingzhen chased after her: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

  "Just now, I replaced you to get rid of the fierce ghost. This thick makeup is so that after removing it, he won't recognize who broke his curse. If he recognizes me, will I still have a way out? Do you think making money in our line of work is easy?"

  Xue Pinhan bid farewell and a group of people turned to leave, just walking to the gate when they heard a miserable scream from the bathroom. Everyone rushed over, in the bathroom, the shaman sat on the ground, lost her soul, trembling all over, terrified and uneasy.

  "Grandma, are you okay?" Su Yingzhen hurriedly came forward and helped her up.

  "Just now, that thing came looking for me." The fortune teller turned on the faucet and scrubbed off her makeup with force, wiping her face dry with a towel to reveal a wrinkled but kind face. She pulled down a used towel from the rack and handed it to Su Yingzhen.

  "What's this for?" Su Yingzhen asked with a puzzled expression.

  "My foot-washing towel, I'll put it under your pillow to ward off evil spirits," said the shaman.

  As soon as Su Yingzhen heard that it was a foot towel, she immediately smelled a strange smell and felt nauseous, wanting to vomit. She shook her head repeatedly in refusal and escaped.

  "Girl, don't be disgusted, I haven't given you dog blood to drive out the evil spirit yet." The voice of the shaman came from behind.

  "Xiao Su, I think you'd better hold on to it. What if something bad happens again?" Old Yang advised from behind.

  "Huh, how can there be so many evil spirits? If that's the case, wouldn't the world have turned upside down already?" Su Ying didn't want to sleep with someone else's used washcloth under her head, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face: "If you treat me well, I won't become possessed."

  "What have we done to you?" Dong Yiqi shouted in a hurry: "I don't dare guarantee others, but I, Dong Yiqi, am willing to go through mountains of knives and seas of fire for you!" He patted his chest with a loud bang.

  "Really, I'm even better for you, want me to dig out my heart and show it to you?" Shen Zhiyuan timely stuck over to express his loyalty.

  "Hmm, I don't want to see any bloody scenes. I know you're good to me, but someone is not good to me and it makes me have evil thoughts." As she said this, Su Yingzhen raised her eyebrows and showed a cute yet fierce expression: "Otherwise, I would be misled by that thing. Fortunately, my heart is kind, or else I would have shot that person dead with one bullet."

  Su Yingzhen made a shooting gesture with her hand towards Xue Pinhan's back, and whispered "Bang!" in satisfaction.

  Just as Xue Pinhan turned his head back, Su Ying's hand gesture was not in time to put down, and the awkwardness of not going up or down was suspended in mid-air. She hastily made a throwing motion to cover it up, her eyes looking elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

  Xue Pinhan's mouth corner revealed a faint and tolerant smile: "Little Su, what was your feeling when you were possessed?"

  "My head hurts and I'm very sleepy. What's wrong?"

  Generally, I write at night and post it the next day around 6 pm. That's all I can do, I've tried my best. I'm exhausted to death. Clicking on follow and collect doesn't work either. What a pathetic life.