The white lantern with the Chinese character "甸" (Dedication) hanging in front of the Hu residence had not yet been taken down, and the house was filled with a gloomy mood. The doctors who were invited in came in and out with their medical boxes, and they all shook their heads and sighed.
The Hu family is a large mansion, with three generations living under the same roof: the old lady, Mr. Hu, and Mr. Hu. The young master is Hu Wei, the only child of this generation. He has been spoiled by his family since he was young and is lawless.
Hu Wei was born with a love for men and has never married. Because of the old lady's wish to continue the family line, he took in several concubines, but they passed away before they had any children, completely ending the Hu family's lineage.
The day before yesterday, when the old lady heard that her only grandson had died tragically, she immediately had a heart attack and fainted. Mrs. Hu also fainted on the spot when she heard the bad news. The body torn by the tiger was so horrible that the Hu family did not even let Hu Wei's body stay for seven days, and hurriedly buried him on the same day.
The Hu family found it hard to accept this sudden accident. Someone had to bear their anger, and Wen Yichu unfortunately became the outlet. On that day, Hu Yuan led a group of servants into the academy, forcibly escorted Wen Yichu out, and asked a lot of questions - if you hadn't run into the mountains, how could my son have encountered a tiger and met with an accident? What? Are you trying to avoid my son's harassment? This is an even greater crime! It's your honor that my son likes you, but you actually wanted to hide. You don't know what's good for you. It's all your fault. You should be buried with my son!
Wen Yichu, a scholar, was unable to explain himself to the soldiers. He could not reason with this group of unreasonable people. He was put into a wedding dress, taken to Hu Wei's grave, knelt and kowtowed, and then sealed in a coffin. There was a big scene along the way, and many villagers watched but could do nothing.
Wen Yichu was just thankful that when the Hu family broke in, the children had already left school and did not see such a horrible scene. But he had not yet fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and there were still many things he was unwilling to accept. When he was buried alive, Mrs. Hu, who had just woken up, came over on crutches, desperate to see the retribution of the person who killed her grandson. Mrs. Hu was still not awake at that time, and later she felt relieved when she heard that Wen Yichu was buried alive.
No one in this family is innocent. The old lady was not a good person when she was young. She killed many concubines who were forcibly taken in by her husband. This group of gentry has been bullying men and women and taking human lives for decades. They no longer take ordinary people's lives seriously. Civilians were forced to death, maids and servants were beaten to death... The blood of the cannibalistic capitalists is not only on Wen Yichu's hands.
People are afraid of evil ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of evil people. They have countless wronged souls under their control and have done many bad things. It's not that they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on their doors in the middle of the night. They have long invited monks to paste talismans on the doors of their homes, and all ghosts that approach will be turned into ashes. This is how they live in peace until now.
But last night, all these spells were ineffective.
This was instigated by Rong Yu - the devil has always been simple and rough in his style of doing things. He asked Liu Zhe and Feng Wan to go to the Hu family to make trouble, hoping to turn the Hu family into a haunted house and force them to move out so that he could move in.
But it was Yan Zhao who made such a big fuss. Liu Zhe and Feng Wan were not evil ghosts, and they had no direct grudges with the Hu family. At most, they were just trying to scare the Hu family. The two ghosts could not do much. Yan Zhao had long wanted to teach the Hu family a lesson, so he gathered all the ghosts who were persecuted to death by the Hu family on the mountain and let them be infected with his ghost energy. The talisman could only block the little ghosts at most, and it was useless for a thousand-year-old ghost king like Yan Zhao. His ghost energy could also protect other little ghosts from being harmed by the talisman.
Those vengeful ghosts had hated the Hu family for a long time, but they were unable to get close to the Hu family because of the spell. The spell became ineffective overnight, and they spontaneously rushed into the Hu mansion without Yan Zhao's orders. Their hatred was much stronger than that of Feng and Liu, and they would not stop until they scared a few of them crazy or killed them.
The ghosts avenge their grievances and revenges, not involving the innocent, but only looking for those who killed them. Old Madam Hu, Madam Hu, Mr. Hu, every one of them, none of them can escape.
So last night, hundreds of ghosts were roaming in the Hu Mansion. Several servants and maids who had killed people were frightened to death, and some were chased by ghosts and jumped into a well. Mrs. Hu had nightmares all night. In her dreams, she saw all the concubines she had punished to death. They were scared to death. The souls were out of the body, so they were no match for the resentful ghosts who had died decades ago. They were beaten up by them...
Not to mention Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu, a group of ghosts stared at them, each showing off their magical powers. Finally, Feng Wan appeared in a red wedding dress that slowly floated past the window and then floated in from the window. Before it landed on the bedside, the couple completely collapsed and both fainted from fright.
It was not until dawn that the ghosts dispersed.
The whole town knew that the Hu family was haunted last night. Because early in the morning, Mr. Hu hurriedly invited doctors and Taoist priests, and Mrs. Hu took a carriage to the Buddhist temple in the city to burn incense and pray for amulets, and invited the monks from the temple back. The commotion was so loud that several other gentry sent condolences.
Hu Yuan didn't have the heart to deal with them. The gentry were at most drinking buddies. It was nonsense to say that they were close friends. Who knows how they would laugh at him behind his back. He and his wife thought that last night was a nightmare, but it didn't make sense that both of them saw a female ghost in red. In addition, some servants and maids in the mansion also said that they saw ghosts. It was clearly haunted.
Most importantly, the old lady was found cold at dawn, breathing more than breathing, and could not wake up. Her soul was taken back to the mountain by several female ghosts to continue to torture her, and one of them was a ghost baby that kept biting her soul - among the concubines she killed, there were also pregnant women.
The more sins you commit, the more you will have to pay for.
The doctors that Mr. Hu invited at first could not find out the reason why the old lady was in a coma. Later, Mrs. Hu invited back the monk who had cast the spell for their family, and he said that it was the soul that was separated, and the soul must have been taken away by the ghost last night.
Hu Yuan said anxiously, "Where did they take my mother's soul? Master, I asked you to set up this spell, how come it is ineffective? Do I need to set it up again?"
The monk counted on his fingers and said, "This is karma. I cannot interfere. Please take care of yourself."
Hu Yuan's face immediately changed, and he cursed: "You old bald donkey, human life is at stake, but you just ignore it. Where is your compassionate heart?"
"Amitabha." The monk shook his head. "I made a mistake when I set up the spell for you. A kind heart cannot save a vicious heart. You might as well think about what you did to deserve this retribution."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the house with heavy steps.
Any high monk who has attained the Tao and protected mortals from being harmed by ghosts would have merits. But when he calculated that a Wenchang star that could benefit the common people had fallen here before its light could shine, he suddenly felt that his merits had turned into sins.
He could no longer practice.
Hu Yuan was stunned as he watched the monk walk away: "What is this old bald donkey talking about?" What did he do to deserve retribution
If this monk was not well-known for his high moral character, Hu Yuan would really want to detain him and give him a beating.
A monk can just leave if he wants to, and he also hired a few Taoists who can also be used.
Mrs. Hu hesitated and asked, "Master, could he be talking about that scholar..."
It's unknown how many lives the Hu family has been involved in, but only one happened recently. It's hard not to associate a haunted place with this critical moment.
"Scholar? The one with the surname Wen?" Hu Yuan shouted, "He killed my son, he deserves it!"
Mrs. Hu's face turned pale: "But Master, do you think that the female ghost in red that we saw last night could be..."
They were too frightened last night to see the ghost's face clearly, they only knew it was a ghost wearing a red wedding dress. Coincidentally, Wen Yichu was also dressed in women's clothes and buried in a bright red wedding dress...
Could it be that what they saw was... Wen Yichu
The timing was such a coincidence that even Hu Yuan was horrified.
At this moment, a servant rushed in: "Master, something terrible has happened! Young Master... Young Master's tomb has been dug up, and... I heard that Wen Yichu has returned to the academy!"
Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu both shuddered, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet.
Officer Hu rushed to Hu Wei's grave with a group of servants.
A few days ago, they watched their son being buried with their own eyes. The coffin lid was nailed shut, and shovelfuls of dirt were used to fill it up. Also sealed inside were Wen Yichu's screams and clapping.
Without external help, the people inside would not be able to get out anyway.
But now, the coffin lid was wide open, and Hu Wei's tattered body lay inside, unable to be put back together. His arms and one leg had already been eaten by the tiger, and during the day and night when the coffin was open, his head had been taken away by wild dogs, and the rest of his body was being eaten by a group of crows.
Wen Yichu was taken out of the coffin by the paper figures sent by Yan Zhao, and those paper figures certainly would not be kind enough to close the coffin again. Hu Wei's body was exposed in the wilderness, which was a horrible sight.
Mrs. Hu screamed at the sight and fainted again. Mr. Hu asked the servants to help her back to the mansion. He himself was also trembling and looked grim.
Wen Yichu was not in the tomb.
If it was done by tomb robbers, none of the burial objects were missing. If it was done specifically to save the Wen family, who would dare to go against the Hu family
Hu Yuan recalled the red-robed ghost that floated into the window last night, and the servant's words that Wen Yichu returned to the academy safely...
If I crawl out of the tomb myself...
Could the person who came back this time be alive
Wen Dao Academy.
"I didn't disagree." Rong Yu looked into Yan Zhao's eyes and said seriously.
Yan Zhao stared at him for a moment, as if he could no longer bear it, so he stood up and pushed Rong Yu against the table, lowered his head, grasped the young man's chin, and kissed him deeper.
Rong Yu sat on the table, pressed her hands on the edge of the table, her fingers slightly clenched, and tilted her head back to let him kiss her.
Just as the kiss became more and more intense, there was a sudden noise from behind the door, followed by the sound of something splashing on the door.
The man and the ghost in the room stopped their actions at the same time. Yan Zhao immediately hid himself and stared at the door, wanting to kill someone.
Rong Yu stood up as if nothing had happened: "Finally I'm here."
It was dark in the house, and a group of servants holding torches surrounded the Wendao Academy, casting a shadow on the faces. Hu Yuan stood behind the servants, and three Taoists took the lead, pouring a basin of black dog blood on the plain wooden door.
Everyone stared at the wooden door, their eyes suddenly changing.
The Taoist priest, who had poured half a bucket of dog blood, faced everyone with full confidence: "Black dog blood can drive away ghosts and evil spirits. This newly dead little ghost is not much stronger. It must have been unable to reincarnate..."
Wow!
The remaining half bucket of black dog blood was picked up and poured down from top to bottom, chilling him to the bone.
"I will make sure you never get reincarnated again." Rong Yu said with a smile.
The Taoist priest whose hair, face, and neck were all covered in black dog blood: "..."
He didn't even dare to open his mouth, because if he did, the disgusting blood would pour into his mouth.
The servants couldn't help but take a step back in fear.
They had seen Wen Yichu before. He was a fair-skinned, weak scholar with a soft voice and a gentle manner, and his eyes and eyebrows were gentle.
But the one who walked out of the door was so red and gorgeous that one look from her could make people surrender to her from the bottom of their hearts.
Is this a human, a ghost, or a monster
Seeing this, the second Taoist priest quickly waved the willow branch in his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, willow branches are also called ghost-fearing wood. Ghosts are afraid of this."
Rong Yu grabbed the willow branch with his bare hands, wrapped it around the Taoist's neck, and hung him on the beam of the straw shed in a flash. The man was hung on the beam and kept struggling, trying to pull out the willow branch that had turned into a rope around his neck, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue.
Rong Yu clicked his tongue and said, "Now that you have become a hanged ghost, you should be afraid of this willow branch."
He walked up to the third Taoist priest.
The Taoist held a peach wood sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Rongyu with trembling hands. The fate of the previous two Taoist friends had made it difficult for him to even hold the sword steadily.
Rong Yu easily grasped the sword and pulled it out of the Taoist's hand. Without looking back, he threw the sword back, just in time to cut off the willow branch that the Taoist was hanging from the beam - if he was a step slower, the Taoist would have really become a hanged ghost.
"Do you still want to compete with me in swordsmanship?"
The Taoist priest ran away without saying a word.
Hu Yuanyi had never expected that the three Taoist priests he had invited were more useless than each other. He shouted in panic, "Throw the torches and burn him to death!"
Yan Zhao, who had been invisible, took a step forward, ready to take action at any time.
The servants quickly threw the torches in their hands over, trying to set the hut on fire and burn the ghost to death.
Yan Zhao's face darkened, and he was about to cast a spell when he suddenly saw Rong Yu snap his fingers, and all the flames were extinguished!
The flames that were rising into the sky just now disappeared in the blink of an eye without even a spark left.
Everything in front of my eyes suddenly went dark.
Surprise flashed across Yan Zhao's eyes. His appearance seemed... not that of an ordinary person.
Rong Yu seemed to be watching the funniest joke in the world. If he were to use other methods, his mortal body might have a headache. What was he thinking of using fire to deal with him
Even if his power was sealed, the soul in this body was always the strongest flame. That was why he was the only one who could withstand Yan Zhao's body temperature, no matter if he was a god as hot as the sun or a ghost king as cold as an iceberg.
If he were a real mortal, he would never be able to adapt to the cold ghost energy in his life. He was the only exception because he had a fiery soul.
Without the permission of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, no fire dared to burn in front of him.