1090 Household chores
he female ghost—who was left with only her head and half her torso after being burned—into the netherworld.With a loud bang, the door shut. I turned to Bai Wuchang and complained, "Seventh Lord, this...The second floor is where the middle-aged men and the chef live, didn't they hear the knocking downstairs
That shadowy figure moved in a strange way, looking like a thief. But wouldn't a thief climb over the wall and break in instead of knocking on the door
"This seems to be..." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, as if he had discovered something.
"What is it" I whispered.
He shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Let's go down and take a look. I rarely see anything like this..."
This kind of thing When he said it like that, I was both curious and a little scared.
Mu Wanchen walked in front, and I followed him down the stairs quietly. Passing by the second floor, I listened carefully—there was a faint snoring sound. The middle-aged man and the chef were sleeping soundly.
We walked to the front door on the first floor leading to the backyard. The "thief" should be out there.
Only then did I realize that the "knock, knock" sound hadn't actually been made. It was the thief who accompanied his actions with a soft whisper in his mouth.
And this sound was very faint, inaudible to most people.
Only Mu Wanchen and I could hear it, probably because the spiritual power of our Gu spirits was very strong.
Raising gu (insect rearing) is not entirely for harming people; most of the time, it is done to leverage the spiritual energy of the gu to increase one's cultivation level and change one's fortune.
The female silkworm had been on me for a while, silent as could be. She only occasionally flashed a thought or sigh in my mind, making me think she was just sleeping soundly.
But the female gu made me incredibly sharp, to the point of being uncanny. Simply put, if I wanted to hear something, I could hear even the sound of a needle dropping.
The "thief" outside the door seemed to know his way around, actually calling us down with the faintest sounds from his mouth.
Mu Wanchen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The south is full of ghosts and monsters, the north is full of fox demons... This place is considered the south, and yet something like this dares to show up..."
"What's that You know even through the door" I asked curiously.
Suddenly, two strange giggles of "chichi..." echoed from outside the door. A voice, thin and squeaky like it was speaking through a pinched throat, said: “Little master, this servant is here to deliver a message...chichi...Don't panic, little master. It's just that there isn't a good vessel available, so I'm temporarily borrowing this fake monk's body...chichi chi..."
That laughter makes me shiver.
I rubbed the goosebumps on my arms and looked at Mu Wanchen. He muttered incantations under his breath, raised his hand, and twisted the doorknob.
The "person" outside the door took a step back, seemingly wary of us.
"Chirp chirp chirp...Uncle, Uncle please show mercy, this servant only came to deliver a message..." This thief was quite shrewd, knowing to appeal to Mu Wanchen first.
"...You're a cunning yellow-skinned creature, what are you here to spread" Mu Wanchen exposed his identity.
Following the glow from the neighboring lamp, I could make out the appearance of this "thief".
He was a monk who came from next door to chant scriptures. Probably possessed by a fox spirit, his eyes were narrowed into slits, his mouth pursed thin and pointed, he tilted his head back, squatting on the ground with his body arched like a hunchback, his hands clasped before him.
As Mu Wanchen said, the common saying in this circle is that the south has more ghosts and monsters, while the north has more fox spirits and Huli Daxian.
Huángxiān is a name for the Chinese weasel. It is also known as Huángpízi or Huángdàxiān in folk tales. In the north, particularly in Northeast China, it is quite well-known. There are also places in the south where people worship Huángdàxiān, but the legends about him are relatively fewer compared to the north.
It is possible that because this creature prefers the dry climate of the north, it lives and breeds there more abundantly, which has led to many stories about its deeds.
It is said that yellow-skinned people who can walk upright have mostly become spiritually awakened—that is, close to becoming spirits.
Can confound people, both repaying kindness and revenge.
The monk's bald head was already unusual, but now with his features becoming extremely abnormal, all squeezed towards the center, and his eyes bulging like a rooster's, it looked... kind of sickening.
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I hid behind something, feeling that this yellow-skinned person had a story. It actually called the one who looked like me "husband".
"Chirp… chirp… little master, I'm here on behalf of the master to deliver a message… please let me go…" it whispered from the darkness behind the wall.
"You called me" I pointed at my nose.
"Besides you, are there other people who are this servant's master… This servant ran a long way to get here…"
It's a little bit wronged!
"You say, you say, I'd like to hear what you have to offer." I urged it, frowning.
It crouched in the corner, looking like a yellowed human who had stood up. It was truly sickening to see a single person make such a movement.
"... The master asked the young one to go home for a while."
"Who's your master" I was baffled. Go home My father and Junior Martial Brother would raise a yellow-skinned one
They wouldn't even look at things that were impossible to use as medicine — they saw no value in them.
The yellowish-skinned woman let out two sly smiles: “Little master, how could you forget so soon after leaving Your great-grandmother was this slave’s mistress... When you lived in the manor, I remember your scent…”
Have I had a grandmother
She is Ms. Xue's maternal grandmother, the old woman in that haunted village house.
That old woman looked like a walking corpse, I don't even know how old she was! She was buried up to her neck in dirt, and she was still quite fierce.
I only have fear for her, not a shred of emotion. Suddenly calling a yellow-skinned person to summon me That's insane, I wouldn't go there!
The villagers in that haunted village weren't human or ghost, I still don't know exactly where it is, and I hope I never go there again.
"No way, no how! That old woman is terrifying. Last time she locked me in the house! I'm not going!" I bluntly refused. Besides, with Mu Wanchen here, I'm not afraid of what that yellow-skinned person could do to me.
As expected, this person of yellow skin is quite afraid of Mu Wanchen. He doesn't dare to show even a shred of disrespect. After I refused, he muttered under his breath: "My master said that while your mother is away, she wants you to return home so she can tell you something..."
Tell me about it
I glanced at Mu Wanchen, who was looking at me with his eyes, asking if I wanted to go.
"My young mistress, the master's bloodline only has you and your sister left. If you don't come, my master will have me go notify your elder sister... In any case, someone must come, there are some things that need to be entrusted."
Damn.
"Are you threatening me with my sister!"
"No no no no... I dare not, I dare not. This servant is just repeating my master's words..." Huangpi shrank back another step.
She raised her hand and bit through the monk's finger, smearing the blood on the ground to write a place name. She whispered, "When you get here, I will guide you..."
Suddenly, the front door of the neighboring house creaked open with a bang, as if someone had opened the street-facing door. A voice boomed into the room, "Who's the demon here!"
The yellow-skinned girl was startled, then grinned and said, "These lousy mages, this slave doesn't fear them…"
"Are you afraid You've been clinging onto him for so long, aren't you coming out yet This monk has depleted too much of his vital energy. If you tire him out and kill him, it would be a grave sin!" I frowned.
"Chirp chirp chirp... The young master is saying... This servant takes his leave..." It suddenly leaped into the air, the monk's body scrambling up the wall, crouching on the top and glancing back at me.
"Master, some opportunities are lost forever. Come quickly..." It said in an ambiguous tone.n a romantic atmosphere, but he had cold eyes, waiting for my explanation.Wow, he used to throw tantrums, but now he's just cold and silent That's a new tactic."...There's a formation there, we deduc...