The lights in the bathroom flickered, alternating between bright and dark, making people's eyes dizzy.
Mrs. Yuan shouted, "Yongxiang! Open the door, Yongxiang!"
The person lying on her back was still smiling. Blood gushed out of her mouth, dripping down her lips and gathering on Mrs. Yuan's shoulder drop by drop.
Mrs. Yuan only felt that her right shoulder was extremely sticky, she felt cold all over, and her heart was beating in her throat.
She stared at the person in the mirror, and very slowly and carefully took one step towards the door, and then moved again.
Finally, she reached the door, but the things on her back suddenly increased in weight, bending her back and leaving her without the strength to even raise her hands.
"Husband, Yongxiang... save me... save me!" Mrs. Yuan was out of breath. When she lowered her eyes, she saw a pair of hands on her chest. There were brown age spots on those hands, and the skin was wrinkled due to old age.
The hands slowly rose up, stopped at her neck, and then grabbed her neck with force.
Mrs. Yuan immediately felt the other person's nails digging into her skin. She gasped violently in fear and murmured, "No, no, mom, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please let me go..."
The nail continued to dig deeper, then paused, changing direction as the finger bent.
Realizing that the other party was trying to lift her skin completely, Mrs. Yuan began to struggle violently, trying to throw the thing off her back.
But no matter how she moved, the old lady on her back seemed to be stuck to her.
Mrs. Yuan suddenly remembered the yellow talisman given to her by the Taoist priest. She stopped abruptly, pulled out the talisman and threw it out at an extremely fast speed.
The next second, she felt a sharp pain in her jaw, and the flesh beneath her face trembled at the cold air around her.
She turned around and was stunned to see herself in the mirror. Then she started smashing things like crazy, "It's not me, this is not me, how can this be me!"
Hearing the ping-pong sounds in the bathroom, Yuan Yongxiang remained unmoved. His face was indifferent, as if he was standing outside like a statue.
About ten minutes later, he heard footsteps downstairs, then he walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked, "Mingyue, how are you? Are you still not well?"
Mrs. Yuan had completely lost her mind. She squatted in the mess, knelt down in the corner, picked up the gauze that had fallen on her face, and stuck it to her own face, as if this could cover up her ugly and bloody face.
The medical tape on the gauze lost its stickiness and quickly fell to the ground.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed loudly and stood up abruptly from the ground. She rushed towards the mirror viciously, grabbed a ceramic vase on the table and smashed it at it.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, until cracks appeared on the mirror. She suddenly laughed, "Come out! Don't think I can't find you if you hide in there! Come out now!"
At this time, Shen Mingliang, who had rushed upstairs because he was worried about something happening upstairs, had already arrived outside the door. When he saw Yuan Yongxiang knocking on the door, his expression changed and he rushed over with all his strength and forced the door open with his body.
With a loud bang, the wooden door smashed against the wall.
Shen Mingliang rushed into the bathroom, but because the light was flickering, he stepped on something and fell.
He looked up and saw Mrs. Yuan sitting on the washbasin with her legs hanging.
The woman lowered her head, and her bloody face looked eerie in the flickering light. Shen Mingliang was so frightened that he screamed, and his legs were too weak to stand up. He could only support himself on the ground with his hands and kept rubbing his butt backwards.
Yuan Yongxiang then walked in, raised his hand and pressed the light switch a few times, and the light suddenly returned to normal.
The white light filled the entire space, illuminating Mrs. Yuan's face clearly, but he did not feel scared. He looked straight at her and said, "Why did you take so long to go to the toilet?"
With a third person in the bathroom, Shen Mingliang finally regained some courage and slowly stood up against the wall.
Mrs. Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she whispered, "Mingliang, come here, let's discuss how to make that old man shut up forever."
Shen Mingliang reacted immediately and scolded: "What are you talking about!"
Mrs. Yuan lowered her eyes, raised her hand and touched her face, which was covered in blood.
Her voice was hoarse, her eyes full of hatred: "Don't you want to? She wants to kill me, look at what my face has become! I want to kill her and make her fall into hell and never be reborn!"
Yuan Yongxiang stepped forward and slapped her. The sticky blood on his palm made him feel very uncomfortable: "Say one more word."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of smashing and smashing from below.
Shen Mingliang's eyes darkened and he turned around and ran downstairs.
In the living room downstairs, the old Taoist and Chen Ling stood opposite each other, one on the inside and one on the outside of the sofa. Chen Ling protected the ghost behind him and held a talisman in his other hand.
"You can't hurt her." Chen Ling glanced at Jiang Yu, then turned back to the Taoist priest and said, "She is legally seeking my life."
"The soul has not been to the underworld yet, and has not been registered with the Seventy-Two Departments. How can it be legal to claim the life?" The old Taoist was very stubborn, staring at Old Lady Yuan with a hawk-like gaze, "Boy, if you know what's best for you, get out of the way. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Chen Ling suddenly smiled and said, "Is it not okay if I have someone under me?"
The old Taoist said: "I don't believe you!"
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and took out a string of copper coins from his sleeve. Although he looked quite old, his movements were agile and he could use the simple string of copper coins to act like a sharp sword.
Every time a copper coin flies, it makes a loud sound of breaking through the air.
Chen Ling pushed Old Lady Yuan towards Jiang Yu, leaned back, and narrowly avoided the flying copper coin string. Then he supported himself on the ground with his hands, jumped up suddenly with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and pulled out the telescopic stick from behind his waist.
He thrust the tip of the thin stick forward and it happened to insert the first coin in the copper coin line.
The old Taoist turned his wrist fiercely, rolled up the string quickly, then took a horse stance with his legs, grabbed the copper coin string with both hands, and pulled it towards himself.
Chen Ling was also trying hard, but he did not focus all his attention on the other party. He divided one third of his attention and focused it all on Shen Mingliang who was lying on the second floor and peeking.
Shen Mingliang's eyes were extremely bright, filled with excitement and eagerness to try.
Chen Ling was wary of his sneak attack, so he gripped the telescopic stick tightly with one hand, lowered his head, pulled out a talisman and threw it out.
The old Taoist immediately released his strength, turned around and rushed forward to intercept the immobilization talisman.
After holding the yellow talisman and looking at it for two seconds, he sneered: "I underestimated you."
Without even turning his head, he shouted at Shen Mingliang, "Take Mingyue away first!"
Chen Ling looked around. Jiang Yu had to protect Old Madam Yuan and had no time to stop anyone from escaping, so the fat senior brother was the only one left.
The fat senior brother stood quietly beside a cabinet, his eyes calm and his expression indifferent. When he noticed Chen Ling looking at him, he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said, "I was sent by Hongyu to help. Just tell me if you have anything to say."
Chen Ling said: "Shen Mingliang and Shen Mingyue are the murderers who killed the old lady. We can't let them get away."
The fat senior brother snapped his fingers: "Leave it to me."
His fat body was solid and his steps made a thudding sound on the stairs. Shen Mingliang turned back to the room, pulled Shen Mingyue and ran away.
Yuan Yongxiang stretched out his hand to stop him, but was pushed to the ground, and his lower back hit the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
The sharp spikes of the porcelain pieces silently pierced through the clothes and flesh, and embedded themselves into the flesh.
Shen Mingliang was shocked: "I didn't mean it!" He turned around to look at the woman who was already a little mentally unstable, and said to Yuan Yongxiang, "Someone will come to rescue you soon!"
The fat senior brother arrived in time and grabbed the two people who ran a few meters away from the door.
Hearing the cry for help from the bathroom, his eyes flashed, and he quickly knocked out the Shen siblings and rushed into the house.
There was a pool of blood under Yuan Yongxiang, and his clothes were all stained red.
The fat senior brother picked him up from the ground and walked downstairs carefully. Seeing that the battle downstairs was basically a foregone conclusion, he howled at Chen Ling: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Yuan is seriously injured and must be sent to the hospital immediately."
The originally quiet old lady Yuan was stabbed by the blood and lost control on the spot. She looked at her dying son, blood constantly gushing out of her open mouth, and rushed forward regardless of anything.
The old Taoist priest, who was beaten by Chen Ling and unable to fight back, suddenly retreated and quickly threw the copper coin wire out, which just happened to strangle the old lady's neck.
Chen Ling didn't expect him to be so stubborn. He got so angry that he broke open the telescopic stick and released the cursed whip, which hit the Taoist's hand.
He rushed over and tied up the Taoist's hands with the copper coin string, then cast an evil-breaking spell, trying to suppress the evil spirit that was surging from Mrs. Yuan.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The old lady was filled with a strong and violent aura. Her son's dying appearance drove her crazy to the point of killing people.
She was breathing heavily, her mouth slightly open, and her bloodshot eyes had completely lost their pupils. The first target of her attack was the fat senior brother who was closest to Yuan Yongxiang.
How much ability can a fat senior brother, a civilian worker, have? He can use talismans to deal with a few little ghosts, but he is no match for such a reckless and evil ghost.
He took a step back, probably realizing that he was being too useless. He stopped again and quickly took out a few yellow talismans and threw them out.
Probably because of lack of strength, the yellow talismans fell to the ground in a few seconds, and none of them hit the target.
He gritted his teeth, shouted for help to Chen Ling, and took out the peach wood sword hidden in his clothes. After just a few chops, the old lady was temporarily immobilized by several talismans.
She died miserably and was full of resentment, but in the blink of an eye she broke free from the talisman and ran towards Chen Ling.
Chen Ling did not dodge or evade, but went forward head-on. The moment the other party reached out to grab him, he swung out with a whip, accurately entangled the old lady's hands.
The talisman on the cursed whip had a strong power to drive away evil spirits. Black marks were immediately burned on the old lady's hands. She was not like the evil spirits she had met before. She would scream when in pain and launch sound attacks.
She is not.
She just closed her lips and secretly exerted force to break free in a certain direction.
Chen Ling knew that she was like this because Yuan Yongxiang was injured, and he didn't want to hurt her at all. He chose the right moment, took out the yellow talisman and stuck it on her body.
When the yellow talisman met the ghost, it turned into fire and the ashes wrapped around the old lady.
Most of the hostility in the old lady of the Yuan family disappeared. She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly opened her mouth and mumbled something.
Chen Ling had to work hard to discern from her repeated lip movements that she was shouting: "Son..."