Sang Yu remembered that the clothes on the female ghost seemed to be ancient costumes, and said worriedly: "Be careful!"
Mu Rong signaled Sang Yu not to worry, and threw out the soul chain to wrap around the ancient tree in front of him that could only be embraced by a few people.
The other end of the chain couldn't stop struggling with astonishing strength, but the soul-lock chain restrained all ghosts, and the female ghost was finally pulled out.
When the two sides were at a stalemate, the hanging rope around the female ghost's neck lit up, pulling the female ghost backwards.
The female ghost kept shaking her body and yelled loudly: "You can't catch me! I don't want to go to hell, I'm going to hang myself, even if the Lord Wuchang comes before I find a substitute, he can't take me away!"
Murong stopped pulling, and looked up at the tree trunk where the female ghost hanged herself, which was at least five meters above the ground: "How long have you been dead?"
"I... I was born in the thirty-third year of Guangxu and died at the age of seventeen."
"... The Qing Dynasty is dead."
"I know, I see them all with braids."
"You have been dead for more than a hundred years, why haven't you been reincarnated yet?"
There was a trace of pain on the female ghost's face, and she glanced at Sang Yu unwillingly: "What are you doing? Anyway, you can't catch me until I find a substitute."
After the words fell, the female ghost screamed, and the soul-lock chain was untied and returned to Murong's hands. The female ghost seemed to be drawn by something, walking towards the tree step by step like a human skin puppet.
He pulled out a hemp rope from his hand and hung it in the void.
"Sang Yu, close your eyes."
Sang Yu covered her eyes, and the female ghost stuck her head into the noose, and kicked the stool while floating in mid-air. She struggled in pain for a long time, and her legs couldn't move.
Parents who suffer from body, hair, skin, and skin, suicide is not a one-and-done death. Every day after death, the pain of suicide must be repeated until a substitute is found or a great opportunity is met to be rescued by an expert.
This scene of the female ghost is reliving the pain of death, a hundred years of time, the vicissitudes of life have passed in an instant, and even the small tree she hanged herself has grown into a towering tree, but she is still trapped here, unable to escape.
After the female ghost "died", she fell from the tree and knelt on the ground in pain, holding her neck with her hands and retching non-stop.
Seeing this scene, Murong felt compassion: "What's your name?"
The female ghost paused, looked up at Murong with those empty eyes, and shook her head slowly: "I don't remember, it's been too long, I forgot a lot of things."
Murong was silent, and Sang Yu heard the voice, opened his eyes, and saw the sad, painful and bewildered expression on the female ghost's face, and the fear in his heart eased a little.
The female ghost is also a poor person. Where can I find a substitute in this barren mountain with few people
Even if it can be found, the pain will not end, it will just be borne by another person.
The female ghost stared at Sang Yu, and her eyes fell on the pendant around her neck. Dispelling the thoughts in her heart, she crawled to Murong's feet, pulled the hem of her robe and begged: "My lord, the little girl knew she was wrong. After so many years I relive the pain of death every day, I heard people say that suicide is going to hell, I don’t want to go to hell, please don’t catch me, old man, please give me a good time.”
Murong helped the female ghost up: "You are restricted by the law of heaven and cannot leave the place of death, and I can't help it, but I know an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, if you can let go of your obsession and sincerely repent, maybe you can ask her to help you. "
The female ghost was overjoyed and wanted to kneel down again. Murong supported the female ghost's arm: "Don't be like this, I am more than a generation younger than you, I can't bear it; I can understand your eagerness to find a substitute, But let me say one more thing, now that you've had your fill of it, don't pass on the pain to others..."
"My lord! Little girl, why did you ever think of harming others? You don't know. More than ten years after my death, this mountain was often passed by people. I didn't want to harm others, so I endured it all my life, but I couldn't take it anymore. For many years, I have lived the same life every day. I can’t die, and I can’t escape. Only by finding a pure yin body with the horoscope of yin can I replace me, just as you both are."
Sang Yu and Murong looked at each other, and turned away at the same time. Murong cleared his throat and said to the female ghost, "I can try my best, but I don't know if it will work."
"Can you take me away? Or give me a good time?"
"I can try to seal your soul body in this tree. If you succeed, you won't have to relive the pain of death every day. I have something to do, and I will find someone to come back to save you when the matter is over."
"Thank you, Mr. Yincha, the little girl is unforgettable."
"You go into the tree."
"yes."
Mu Rong returned to his physical body, took out a talisman and pasted it on the tree trunk: "I don't know if this method will work. No matter whether it succeeds or not, you must promise me that you will not harm anyone during this period."
The leaves rustled, and the female ghost agreed.
The two packed their bags and continued on the road. Ah Miao was injured and kept in the painting, and Luo Ruyan acted as a pathfinder, and she also enjoyed it. She met Sang Tong not long after she had just cultivated into adulthood, and she had never had the opportunity to play so freely .
The sun was westward, and the scorching heat in the air dissipated a lot, but another problem also came up: the place to live tonight.
This mountain is too big, if there is no Luo Ruyan to guide the way, they thought they were lost, but they looked the same everywhere, after walking for a long time, they did not find the dilapidated house.
"Yanyan, it's getting dark, where is the wooden house?"
"It's almost there, don't worry I won't remember it wrong."
Facts proved that Luo Ruyan was wrong, two hours later, the sun was about to set, Sang Yu exclaimed, pointing to a tree: "Look, Mu Rong!"
There was a talisman stuck on the tree trunk, which was left by Murong. They walked around for two hours and returned to the same place!
"Impossible. My body is a painting. It is absolutely impossible to remember it wrong. I followed Liu Hongde's memory completely!"
"Could it be... a ghost hit the wall?"
"With Mu Rong around, which blind ghost would dare to make such a joke?"
Mu Rong came under the tree, took off the talisman paper, and called out the female ghost after her soul came out of her body.
"The little girl has seen Lord Yin, but the Lord is back after finishing his work?"
"We're walking back again, do you know why?"
"Little girl doesn't know, although I have died in vain for a hundred years, I have never left here, so I can't relieve my lord's worries."
"Murong~ what should I do?"
"I'm afraid it's not safe to go down when it's getting dark. We'll stay here tonight, and we'll go on our way tomorrow morning. If the situation is still the same tomorrow, we'll go down the mountain."
"good."
"Stay here with Yanyan, I'll go pick up some dry wood to make a fire."
"I'll go with you, and Yanyan too."
The female ghost smiled sadly, performed a Wanfu ceremony and returned to the tree consciously, Murong pasted the talisman paper, and the three left together.
Walking in one direction, picking up dead branches while walking, and after a while, the two held a handful in their arms.
"Are these enough?"
Murong took a look and replied: "Pile these here first, and we'll pick up some more, so we'll be prepared."
"Okay, we've picked up almost everything here, let's go over there."
Walking back for dozens of steps, Sang Yu felt that she had stepped on something hard, not at all like the soft feeling of dead branches and fallen leaves.
She lowered her head and used her feet to push aside the fallen leaves covering it. It was a stone slab.
There seemed to be lettering on it, but the paint on it had peeled off due to age, Sang Yu was about to squat down to check it out, but was pulled away by Mu Rong.
"What's wrong?"
Murong looked at Sang Yu helplessly: "Don't be afraid to say it."
Sang Yu walked around in front of Murong, and leaned slightly into Murong's arms: "Speak."
Mu Rong lowered his head, and the two sniffed each other: "You stepped on someone's tombstone."
"ah!"
"Don't be afraid, you didn't mean it, just go and apologize."
Sang Yu looked in the direction of the stone tablet, but didn't find any protrusions such as grave bags, but she still came to the side of the tombstone and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry to offend you, I didn't mean to ask for your forgiveness."
With a sound of "shua", an old man sat up straight from the ground, wearing a black silk and satin Tang suit jacket, a square hat on his head, and Sang Yu came face to face.
Sang Yu screamed and fell to the ground.
Luo Ruyan stood in front of Sang Yu: "Pathway Guibao doesn't mean to offend, please calm down with one step."
"What's wrong? Did you see something?"
Mu Rong lifted Sang Yu up and brushed off the dirt on her body. Only then did Sang Yu realize that the place she was standing seemed to be uneven, and pulled Mu Rong aside: "I seem to have stepped on someone again, over there... There's an old man over there."
Seeing that the old man just stared at her, Luo Ruyan didn't say a word, and felt a little nervous, and retreated to Sang Yu's side: "Xiao Yu, let's go back, this place is weird."
As soon as the words fell, around Sang Yu and Murong, like mushrooms after a spring rain, more than a dozen figures popped up, half of their bodies were buried in the soil, and half of their bodies were exposed to the ground. They were all elderly people.
They behaved exactly the same as the old man at the beginning, staring at the three of them without saying a word.
This is not over yet, more figures popped up from the ground one after another, from a dozen to dozens in the blink of an eye, and there is a tendency to increase.
Sang Yu had never seen such a large number of concentrated ghosts. A burst of cold air rushed straight to Baihui. He threw away the dry firewood in his arms and grabbed Mu Rong's arm tightly. With tears in his eyes, he said tremblingly, "Murong, Lots of people... we were surrounded."
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