270 Trustworthy Person

assed by the public elevator, the doors just opened. Lin Yanhuan suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist. I instinctively tried to shake him off, but he quickly whispered, "Cooperate."What's this ab...What is Jiang Qiyun showing me

I curled up under the blankets, following his hand outward with my gaze.

He pushed himself up, edging past me to pull back the curtains. I peered out through the gap in the fabric.

The house was empty, everything remained as it always was.

When my gaze fell on the window, a tall figure stood motionless in my window!

"Ah!!" I covered my mouth and recoiled.

Jiang Qiyun reached out and grabbed my hand. "Hush... Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Who is that tall, motionless figure outside the window

In this deserted mansion, there are only my grandfather, Zhang Auntie, my brother, and I, as well as Qiyun. Where could an outsider come from

And what was he doing outside my window Spying on me

"Who is this person..." I frowned and looked at Jiang Qiyun.

A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes: "...I can't even guess what color he is right now. Why don't I just have him come in and see"

What color

As we were talking, I saw something moving in the gap of the window.

I thought I was seeing things, rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, a red thread came in from under the windowpane, thin and extending little by little.

The red thread, like a sentient animal, continued to slide downward on its own. Outside the window, tall figures gradually pushed the red thread in. Inside, the red thread found its way around.

Like a thin snake, it moved slowly, coming to the center of the room.

Just now, I felt like someone was walking in the room, but my body was paralyzed like being sleep-ridden. This phenomenon is scientifically explained as "sleep paralysis." At this time, brain waves are at a wakeful amplitude, easily producing half-dream and half-awake hallucinations. However, the muscle tension of the whole body drops to the lowest point, so low that even the fingers can't move.

But this explanation is for the general public. People in our circle don't believe this kind of "science". Those who walk the yin and yang have extraordinary spiritual awareness, and many "feelings" are actually "omens".

This omen was accompanied by danger, the red line on the ground snaked its way to the bed, and I nervously watched Jiang Qiyun.

He showed no sign of nervousness, instead sporting a look of amusement as if he were looking at a child's toy.

"Come on, lick it." He suddenly reached out and touched my mouth.

"What, what!" I stared at him in shock.

Lick lick!

At this time, he still has the mood to do these things

"Come on." He chuckled mischievously, "… Don't give me that look, Mu Xia Qiao."

Is your request too weird, okay! What am I supposed to lick my fingers for at this time

I blushed and tentatively licked his fingertip with the tip of my tongue. He shook his head. "No, you need to lick this whole finger. It needs your scent."

His ring finger was strong and slender, and it felt strange against his tongue—ice cold. He even playfully pressed the pad of his finger against my tongue.

“Alright.” He smiled, withdrawing his finger and placing his hand on the bed. The red thread, as if following a scent, went straight for his fingertip.

One end of the red string was wound around his ring finger, and then it just lay there, still.

"There's hair on this thread," Jiang Qiyun chuckled lightly. "So I knew to come find you."

I looked closely, and sure enough, there was a long strand of hair wrapped around the red thread. Could it be mine

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Qiyun calmly said to me, "It's just witchcraft."

Magic When I hear that word, I immediately think of the hulking, bear-like Grand Warlock Mu Wanchen.

Those skilled in divination within folk customs are called "shamans". This category lacks a systematic system of transmission, and practices vary widely. Shamanism is diverse, with many different types, and I only have a superficial understanding of it.

The figure outside the window moved. Jiang Qiyun's hand was suddenly pulled up by the red thread and dragged towards the window.

He let out a chuckle, the hand that was caught quickly pinched a seal. His slender fingers were incredibly nimble and graceful as he performed the seal, leaving me quite dazed.

"Whoosh..." A cluster of tiny sparks ignited from his fingertips, burning through the strands of hair tangled in the red string.

The figure outside the window stopped suddenly, turned to run, but Jiang Qiyun tugged at the red thread in his hand. With a loud clang, the figure crashed into the window, shaking the glass violently.

I got even more nervous and quickly grabbed my phone to call my brother. But after ringing for ages, he didn't answer. I was so worried I jumped out of bed and ran—could something strange have happened to my brother too Had he been taken away by the red string and lost his soul!

"Don't worry, it's a deception." Jiang Qiyun pinched the formula and retracted the line.

The doors and windows of the old house were all carved, with glass embedded on both sides. They rattled and clanged in the night, making a lot of noise. Could it be that they knew there was only an elderly person inside this house

Even though my grandfather is an elderly man in his nineties, no one in this village, whether living or dead, would dare to provoke his residence. There are so many descendants around him after all.

Jiang Qiyun's right hand also formed a finger seal, and the glass window shook violently as if it had been squeezed!

Something red was pulled in through the window crack.

I took a closer look, and it was actually a red paper figure the size of a talisman!

The paper man has two eyes, an open mouth, complete limbs, long hair, and a talisman carved into his body with a knife. The most exquisite part is that he has five fingers on each hand. The other end of the red rope is tied to the paper man's ring finger.

At first glance, I knew this paper cutout was "me," meticulously crafted by someone with ill intentions to harm me.

Although traditional Taoism has the practice of paper figures and horses, it is not used to harm people.

Paper figures are mostly yellow and white, these two colors represent "connecting with yang". This blood-red paper figure is used to "connect with yin".

Besides, a red thin cord was tied around my hair. It seemed like it was intended to bind my soul.

Jiang Qiyun dragged the paper figure over little by little: "This kind of witchcraft is just ordinary. Does your family have witches or sorceresses"

I frowned and pondered, "There are people who want to harm me, but I don't know if it's witches or shamanesses... I'd better go check on my brother. He was nearly terrified to death last time when his cousin's soul left her body. I wonder if he'll be scared again tonight."

"Mu Xiaoqiao, stop right there," Jiang Qiyun's lazy voice sounded.

I looked back at him in confusion. Couldn't I even go take a look at my brother in the next courtyard

He pointed at my lower body, the weather getting hotter, and my dress had changed to a shorter one.

"Get yourself tidied up before you go out, how can people see you like this"

I... I want to bite him!

>d and closed the door. Just as I thought she was going to put me under house arrest, a white figure walked in from outside the door. It was Shen Qingru... What is she doing...“Strange The Emperor's gr...