Erotic temptations in hospitals

Chapter 1: Swindling and Deceiving
"Master Xu, the money has been transferred, please check."
The woman leaned back on the sofa, her foxy eyes misty, somewhat bewildered, yet alluring as she looked at me.
I took out my phone, checked the bank's text message, and nodded: "Received, thank you for your patronage."
I left, logged into my old QQ account, glanced back at the villa where I'd spent the night, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the villa area… My name is Xu Huo, a student at a medical university in the city.
Many people say this name is unlucky, some even say it's a joke.
Actually, it is a joke, a joke I make of myself.
Three years ago, my grandfather passed away, transferring the house in the countryside to me. When registering my household, I told the police officer, "Please change my name while you're at it."
The officer asked what name I
wanted. Remembering my grandfather's constant refrain of calling me an unlucky person, a living bandit, a great scourge, I casually said, "Let's change it to Xu Huo."
My previous name was given to me by my father. When I was four, he and my mother divorced and remarried, leaving me with my maternal grandparents in the countryside… In short, I hated my old name.
Although my grandfather often said I was a troublemaker, he still raised me single-handedly. By the time I received my university acceptance letter, he had passed away.
University required a large sum of money, and my grandfather, being a farmer, only had four thousand yuan in my savings account.
I didn't ask my nominal parents for money; instead, I took on my current part-time job.
Besides the house and the savings account, my grandfather left me half a tattered book with no title, containing methods for exorcising evil spirits.
That's right, my part-time job is exorcising evil spirits.
In the countryside, people call this kind of unorthodox, neither-Taoist-nor-monk, "yin guan" (a kind of spirit medium).
And surprisingly, these days, there are quite a few people seeking exorcisms.
At first, I was terrified of taking on business, but I gradually realized that eight out of ten times it was just my suspicions.
Like a Taoist priest in a movie, I'd perform a ritual, draw a few yellow paper talismans, and earn a decent income—enough to support myself.
Of course, eight out of ten times it was just my suspicions, but a couple of times it really was just supernatural.
Once, a friend introduced me to a client, a small restaurant owner. The moment we met, I knew something was wrong with his expression.
We agreed on a price, and without any formalities, I drew a talisman, burned it to ashes, mixed it with water, and had him drink it.
Less than five minutes later, he vomited violently, bringing up a blackish-green filth with live maggots.
That time I made the most money, but from then on, I set a rule for myself: I only take business with women.
Frankly, my purpose in this line of work was to swindle and make a little money—enough to support myself until graduation—no need to cause trouble.
Women who secretly seek out exorcisms are mostly driven by paranoia; they use perfunctory rituals to get away with it.
Of course, I've treated them fairly, firstly by offering reasonable prices, and secondly by reassuring them as much as possible.
Take that woman in the villa, for example; she's a kept woman of a wealthy boss. Because her boss and his wife went on a trip to Singapore and Malaysia, she's constantly suspicious that the wife has cast a curse on her.
I genuinely provided her with excellent service, holding three consecutive nights of rituals, putting in a lot of effort.
As for sleeping with her, it was consensual, and neither party wronged the other.
Although it's unorthodox, because of my reasonable prices, I always manage to resolve things peacefully for my clients, and gradually, my shamanistic practice has become somewhat well-known in the industry.
Just now, someone called through connections.
On the phone, her voice was indifferent, as if she were talking to an old man selling fortunes in a park.
I didn't care; almost every client on the phone sounded the same, with a skeptical attitude towards the person they were entrusting them with a task.
After hanging up, I rushed to the address she gave me.
It had been over a month since my last job, and I hadn't had any meat for over a month.
It wasn't that I was only thinking about taking advantage; the key was that the client was a student at an arts school, and the address she gave wasn't inside the school, but in a well-known upscale residential area outside.
This arts school was very famous, a 'beautiful' spot in the city. Every weekend after school, the Mercedes and BMWs outside the school gate were dazzling… When I arrived at the residential area, I called her.
The moment we met, my eyes widened. She was
about 1.7 meters tall, with a slim waist, long legs, narrow shoulders, and wide hips. Beautiful, needless to say, but there's a saying: "Her hips are wider than her shoulders…" "You're Master Xu?"
she stared at me, her eyes filled with doubt.
Clearly, I was too different from the image of a ghost-hunting Taoist priest in people's minds; I couldn't give my client enough trust.
I nodded. "I'm Xu Huo."
"My name is Sang Lan."
This woman didn't seem very talkative, saying this coldly before turning and heading upstairs.
After a few steps, she seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly stopping and turning back to me.
We met eyes. "What's wrong?"
Sang Lan looked at me for a moment, then shook her head. "Nothing."
As she turned to go upstairs again, she clasped her hands behind her back, covering the hem of her short skirt.
Heh, who's she trying to protect herself from? Do I look like that kind of person?
It seems… yes… it's white lace trim, is
n't it? Once inside, I realized the situation was a little different from what I had expected.
There was another woman inside, probably in her thirties. Although she had some fine lines around her eyes, her skin was fair, and her figure was remarkably well-maintained. Her features even bore a five-point resemblance to Sang Lan.
The woman was just as surprised as I was, giving me a once-over before extending her right hand: "Hello, I'm Lanlan's aunt, Ji Yayun."
Damn, so she lives with a relative. I'd really gotten the wrong idea. It seems Sang Lan isn't the kind of girl who pretends to be virtuous just because she sees a poor guy; she's a rare "serious" art student.
"Xu Huo." I shook hands with Ji Ya Yun. Her hand felt smooth, but a little cold.
Seeing there was no possibility of a "sequel," I got straight to the point, "Tell me what's going on with you."
Ji Ya Yun was a little surprised: "How did you know it was me?"
I smiled slightly, without speaking.
In our line of work, feigning profundity is a must, but while I smiled without saying a word, a chill ran down my spine.
With anyone else, I might not have noticed, but both mother and daughter had skin as white as milk. It was precisely because their skin was so white that I could see a stark contrast of darkness on Ji Ya Yun's forehead.
This darkness was barely noticeable unless you were paying close attention, but it wasn't hard for a discerning person to spot. It seemed this Ji Ya Yun had really encountered some evil trouble.
Ji Yayun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I haven't been sleeping well lately. How should I put it? I wake up in the middle of the night feeling awake, but I just can't move."
"Sleep paralysis
?" "Yes, yes." Ji Yayun nodded quickly.
Sang Lan gave a soft 'humph' from the side.
I turned to look at her; she was also staring at me coldly, as if waiting to see my next performance.
I checked my watch; it was two in the afternoon, the sun high in the sky.
Looking for ghosts at this hour… what ghosts!
I stood up and said, "I'll come back tonight."
Ji Yayun seemed to understand something from my actions, nodded, and said nothing.
Sang Lan, however, frowned and said, "Don't come. My aunt is perfectly fine. She just stays home all day, scaring herself."
As she spoke, she pulled two hundred yuan from her wallet and slapped it in front of me.
Looking at the two bright red bills, my blood rushed to my face. I said coldly, "If you don't believe in this kind of thing, you shouldn't have called me in the first place. I can afford the gas money, but let me give you a piece of advice: you may be rich, but money can't buy life." With that, I picked up my bag and walked out.
"Mr. Xu!"
Ji Yayun hurriedly stopped me, stamping her foot and saying, "Lanlan, can you please stop being so stubborn?"
Seeing her anxious and helpless expression, I sighed inwardly. Those who have never seen a ghost are afraid of the dark, but those who have actually encountered something evil still refuse to believe it.
"Why did you come at night? Can't you say what you want to say now?" Sang Lan said, sounding both submissive to her aunt and defiant.
I was too lazy to argue with her and wanted to leave, but Ji Yayun held me back.
Helpless, I turned to Sang Lan and said, "Actually, I'm a student like you, in medical school, forensic medicine."
"Forensic medicine?"
"Yes, forensic medicine. Logically, my major is the least likely to be superstitious, but I am."
I lit a cigarette and took a small puff. "Maybe you think these two professions are contradictory, and that sleep paralysis is nonsense. I can also use my medical expertise to tell you what nerve numbness and self-awakening are, but I still have to tell you, your aunt might really be possessed."
"Mr. Xu, I..."
Ji Yayun hesitated, biting her lip, and said, "Not only sleep paralysis, I also saw...saw a pair of...a pair of red shoes swaying on the ceiling..."
"Red shoes?" My heart skipped a beat.
Chapter Two: The Altar Wood
"What red shoes?" Sang Lan walked over and grabbed her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid of scaring you."
I took off my backpack and looked out the window. "If they really are red shoes, we don't need to wait until tonight."
"Okay, I'll believe you this time." Sang Lan glanced helplessly at Ji Ya Yun and asked me, "What are you going to do?"
"Draw the curtains and make her take off her clothes."
"What?"
I looked at her: "Her top."
"You're crazy! Get out!"
Sang Lan's almond-shaped eyes widened as she pointed at the door. "Pervert! Get out!"
Without saying a word, I grabbed my bag and walked out.
"Don't go!"
Ji Yayun caught up and grabbed me, her voice trembling with tears. "Lanlan, don't be like this! Please let the master help me!"
Seeing her on the verge of collapse, Sang Lan was at a loss. After hesitating for a moment, she stomped her foot. "Fine, fine, fine, I'll listen to you. Let him see you, okay?"
She turned back and glared at me. "If you try to take advantage of me by playing tricks, I won't let you get away with it!"
It was clear that Ji Yayun was truly on the verge of collapse. Before the curtains were even drawn, she started undressing.
I turned my back to her and began taking out the things I needed from my bag.
After a moment, Sang Lan said coldly from behind, "All done."
Although I was somewhat prepared, seeing Ji Yayun's radiant, fair skin still made me dizzy.
I lit three incense sticks, bowed in all directions, and placed them on the windowsill.
Turning back to look at Sang Lan, her eyes looked as if I had a blood feud with her.
I picked up a small box and walked to the sofa. Opening the lid, I dipped my finger in some scarlet cinnabar and began drawing a talisman on Ji Yayun's smooth back.
The talisman was missing its final stroke, and I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"What is it now?" Sang Lan asked coldly.
I ignored her, steeled myself, and drew the last stroke.
Before my finger even left the woman's back, suddenly, the bright red talisman turned to charred powder as if burned, falling in a flurry.
Ji Yayun trembled violently as if electrocuted, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.
I almost vomited from the smell and quickly covered my nose, taking a few steps back.
"What's that smell?" Sang Lan gagged, covering her mouth and nose.
I didn't bother answering her; I picked up the Bagua mirror on the table and shone it on Ji Yayun.
Looking into the mirror, I saw that Ji Yayun's body was completely enveloped in a cloud of black mist. I couldn't see what was possessing her, or even her own face.
Suddenly, Ji Yayun calmed down, turning her back to me and remaining motionless.
"Auntie!" Sang Lan called out, trying to go forward.
"Don't go!" I quickly grabbed her, reaching for the table.
I grabbed nothing, and looking down, my heart skipped a beat.
I had clearly taken out the exorcising altar wood and placed it with the Bagua mirror, but it was gone!
"Auntie..."
Hearing Sang Lan's strange voice, I looked up and saw Ji Yayun slowly turning around.
Seeing her clearly, the hairs on my body stood on end.
Ji Yayun looked the same, but she gave off the feeling of a completely different person.
Her face was as white as if she had been soaking in water for over ten days, devoid of any color. The pores, which were originally fine and almost invisible, were now extremely noticeable, like a layer of fine black hair growing on a pale face!
Sang Lan, who had originally wanted to go forward, shrank back to me in fright, clinging to my arm and trembling uncontrollably.
I felt something soft pressing against my arm; looking down, I saw that Sang Lan was tightly clutching a red square piece of wood in one hand.
"Who told you to touch my things!"
I was both shocked and furious, snatching the altar wood away and slamming it onto the table.
"Bang!"
The sound was deafening, and Ji Ya Yun's body visibly trembled. Her previously numb face instantly became incredibly ferocious, her venomous eyes looking as if she wanted to devour me alive.
I calmed myself and raised the altar wood again.
But just as I raised the altar wood, Ji Ya Yun's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground like a cooked noodle.
Seeing that she remained motionless for a long time, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Subconsciously, I moved my hands, which were numb from tension, but felt a sticky sensation in my left hand; the feel was very wrong.
Looking down, I was horrified.
Countless fine cracks had appeared on the wood used to ward off the shackles.
I don't know if it was because I used too much force, but my thumb and forefinger were also torn, and my hands were covered in blood.
"My aunt... what happened to her?" Sang Lan asked, her voice trembling with tears.
"It's alright for now, help her put her clothes on."
I wiped away my cold sweat and looked at the blood-stained altar wood again.
"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my hands."
I casually placed the altar wood on the table, but as soon as I put it down, it silently cracked and shattered completely.
When I came out of the bathroom, Sang Lan had already helped Ji Ya Yun put on her clothes.
I went over and helped carry the still unconscious Ji Ya Yun to the sofa, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.
Seeing the incense on the windowsill, I was shocked again.
One stick of incense had burned less than a third of its way off, while the other two were almost completely burned out.
People are afraid of dying, and incense is afraid of dying and burning out; this was really a tough case.
"Your hand is cut, let me bandage it for you." Sang Lan frantically grabbed a first-aid kit.
"It's just a small injury... but I'll bandage it."
After washing away the blood, I realized that the tear in my hand was actually quite serious. I wasn't willing to suffer for the sake of saving face.
Speaking of which, I don't remember using that much force when I slapped the altar wood earlier, so how come my hand is cracked?
Sang Lan helped me apply medicine while stammering, "I didn't mean to touch your things, I... I was just nervous, and before I knew it..."
"Never mind." Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't vent my anger.
"What happened to my aunt?"
I rubbed my temples and said, "She's really possessed, and the ghost haunting her is a vengeful spirit."
"A vengeful spirit?"
"I mixed rooster blood into the cinnabar I used to draw the talisman. Yin and Yang interact, drawing out the ghost that's been haunting her. Look at the sun outside, it dares to come out in broad daylight, what else could it be but a vengeful spirit?"
Sang Lan's eyes reddened, she shook my arm, her voice trembling with tears, "What can we do? You have to help us!"
"I'll try my best."
I had no words to express my suffering.
I only wanted to make a little money, get through graduation, and then stop, who knew I'd run into something like this.
Although I'm not a proper healer, I still know the rules.
When helping someone with a problem, if I can see it at a glance and feel I can't handle it, it 's perfectly reasonable to walk away.
But once I get involved and things have started, trying to back out later would break the rules and bring retribution.
Now I'm truly in a bind.
After a while, Ji Yayun woke up.
I asked her if she remembered what had happened.
She shook her head blankly, saying she only remembered me drawing a talisman on her back, and then nothing else. She asked me what had happened.
I said, "Don't ask anymore, and don't scare yourself. I'll try my best to help you resolve this. If I can't, I won't charge a penny; if I can, you'll have to pay more."
I gave them a number, and they were both a little surprised.
I just chuckled dryly.
I could tell this mother and daughter were wealthy; the number I quoted was probably too low for them.
If it were a shopping spree for designer handbags, they'd probably be overjoyed, but when it comes to matters of life and death, they're a little uneasy.
In fact, I've had opportunities to raise prices when taking on jobs before.
But I know my own limitations, so I only seek to have a clear conscience and won't overcharge.
To put it bluntly, I'm afraid of getting money but not having the life to enjoy it.
I said I needed to prepare some things.
Sang Lan was quite frightened and wanted to come along, but Ji Ya Yun was so scared that her legs were weak.
I reassured them not to be afraid; unless deliberately seduced, ghosts won't show themselves in broad daylight.
After leaving Sang Lan's house, I drove directly to Sun's House and found a guy named Sun Lu.
"Hehe, I knew it was you from the noise. You haven't changed the exhaust pipe on your beat-up car yet,"
Sun Lu lazily lay in a recliner under the jujube tree, waving a large palm-leaf fan at me.
This guy was about my height, big and burly, with a round, dark face like a pancake.
Right now, he was bare-backed, his belly sticking out, lounging in the recliner, looking just like Jiang Menshen, the villain who took over Happy Forest in "Water Margin".
I pulled him up, sat him in the recliner, and lit a cigarette.
"Did you take some drugs or got dumped by another girl?" Sun Lu asked with a grin.
"Get me some black dog blood, will you?" I took a drag of my cigarette and squinted at him.
"Didn't I just give you some last time?"
"Alright, alright, you can fool others, but can you fool yourself?"
"Oh, you've really run into trouble," Sun Lu's grin faded. "Then you wait here, I'll get it for you."
"And while you're at it, could you please break off some willow branches for me, Mr. Sun?"
"Sure thing!" Sun Lu pulled on a two-strand vest and scurried out. In the
time it takes to smoke two cigarettes, he returned carrying a bundle of willow branches and leading a black dog.
I looked at the dog; it was completely black, without a single stray hair, but it was a medium-sized mongrel.
"This dog isn't even fully grown yet, where did you get it?"
"Don't even think about it. If it were a really good guard dog, no one in the countryside would give it to me. This dog is possessive of its food, it even bites its owner's family."
Sun Lu said, his hands not idle either. He threw the willow branch on the ground, grabbed the two dogs' hind legs, and with a "hey," slammed the black dog over his shoulder, slamming it heavily onto the stone slab.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen him kill, seeing the black dog panting blood from its mouth and nose, barely breathing, still sent a chill down my spine.
Sun Lu's nickname was Butcher Sun, but he wasn't a real butcher; he was my classmate and best friend from the same department. He
was usually cheerful and approachable.
But one time, two loiterers from outside the school sneaked into the classroom during lunch break to steal things, and Sun Lu caught them red-handed.
Seeing the two men brandish knives, Sun Lu didn't say a word, and directly used a scalpel to sever the tendons in the two thieves' hands.
Later we learned that this kid's family was the old butcher family of Sunjialou, and he had never been afraid of blood since he was a child.
Thus, the nickname "Butcher Sun" stuck.
Sun Lu filled a thermos with dog blood.
I didn't linger, took the thermos, stuffed it into my bag, picked up Liu Zhi, and headed out, "Let's drink together after this."
"Take it easy, kid!"
It was almost five o'clock when I got back to Sang Lan's house, and Ji Ya Yun opened the door for me.
"Master, come in quickly. Lan Lan is cooking, it'll be ready soon."
I peeked into the kitchen, a little surprised.
These days, girls rarely lift a finger; not many can cook. Especially not an art student from a wealthy family like Sang Lan.
Soon, the food was on the table—four dishes and a soup, truly a feast for the eyes and the palate.
I didn't stand on ceremony with the mother and daughter, offered them some, grabbed my chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork rib, and stuffed it into my mouth. It
tasted good.
But after chewing a few more times, I felt something was off.
The rib seemed undercooked.
Not only is it hard to chew, but it also feels sticky and has a faint, foul smell.
I wanted to vomit, but felt it would be impolite, so I glanced at the mother and daughter, intending to vomit
when they weren't looking. But what I saw sent a chill down my spine.
Ji Yayun seemed unfazed, just looking at me expectantly.
Sang Lan was also looking at me, but a mocking smile played on her lips, and her once bright, clear eyes were now blood red!
Chapter 3 Why are you lighting candles?
"Ptooey!"
I hurriedly spat the ribs in my mouth into the bowl.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?" Ji Yayun asked anxiously.
I looked at Sang Lan, only to see her looking at me with a mixture of confusion and fear.
Her eyes were as clear and bright as ever, not blood red at all.
"Sorry, my tooth hurts."
I covered my cheek, pretending to gasp for breath while looking at the ribs I'd spat out.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, how could it be undercooked?
The aftertaste lingered, leaving a fragrant aftertaste. Where did that stench come from? Perhaps
I was just too nervous . After all
, it was my first time encountering such a terrible situation, and the scene of Butcher Sun bleeding the black dog was too vivid in my mind. On the way back, my vision was still occasionally red.
The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became. To ease the awkwardness, I asked Sang Lan if she had any baijiu (Chinese liquor) at home; a mouthful of baijiu could relieve toothache.
Sang Lan said no, she was going to buy some.
I, being too shameless, quickly said no need, went to the kitchen, cut a slice of ginger, and pretended to chew on it between my teeth for a while.
Sang Lan cautiously asked me what the piece of wood that broke during the day was.
I said it was a "zhentan mu" (a type of wood used to suppress evil spirits), similar to the gavel used in ancient government offices, used to ward off evil.
"Was it because I touched the altar wood that it broke? I really didn't mean to, I just... I just..."
"I was just scared, I grabbed it without thinking, like grabbing a brick when you encounter a thug."
Seeing her like a child who had done something wrong, I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't think so complicatedly. Magical artifacts aren't indestructible or invulnerable; wood will always crack."
I said this, but in my heart, I started to have doubts. It was a bit strange that the altar wood had cracked.
After finishing my meal, I gave Ji Yayun a bag of glutinous rice to put in her pillow before going to bed.
Seeing her hesitation, I explained: "When your energy is low, you're more likely to attract evil spirits, so you must get enough rest."
After she went inside, I wrapped the willow branches I had brought with talismans and stuck them in the cracks of the door, windowsills, and corners of the walls. I poured black dog blood on the thresholds and under the window frames.
Sang Lan, being young, watched me curiously as I fiddled with things, finally saying, "You don't seem like a Taoist."
"I'm from the Yin Sect, not a Taoist," I replied.
I handed her a talisman folded into a triangle and strung with a red string. "Wear this, and go to sleep. Don't come out tonight no matter what noise you hear."
Sang Lan quickly put on the talisman. "With this, I'll be safe."
Seeing how the red string made her slender neck appear even whiter and more shapely, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart. "This will ensure temporary safety, but with me, you'll be safe for life."
Sang Lan rolled her eyes at me, went inside, and slammed the door shut.
A short while later, a cell phone on the coffee table rang.
Sang Lan ran out, grabbed the phone, and hurried back inside.
I went to the window, smoked a cigarette, checked the time, closed the window, and, following the instructions in the tattered book, lit seven candles outside Ji Ya Yun's door.
I then tied three copper coins to my left wrist with a red string, held them in my palm, turned off the light, and silently sat down on the sofa.
“A ghost priest, a damn ghost priest… This is the last job. Once I've settled this and taken the money, I'll say goodbye to this profession forever.”
“You’re a ghost priest…”
I was muttering to myself, leaning back on the sofa, when I was startled by the voice beside me.
I turned my head and couldn’t help but roll my eyes. It was Sang Lan, who had appeared in front of me at some point.
Sang Lan had her hands behind her back, pursed her red lips, and said softly, “I can’t sleep.”
Startled for no reason, I was annoyed, but I couldn’t vent my anger on this charming woman.
After looking at her a few more times, my anger disappeared, but another kind of fire was stirred up.
It wasn’t that she was dressed particularly revealingly or sexily; it was just an ordinary cotton nightgown.
But her tall figure made the nightgown seem a bit short, so her two long, white legs were displayed in front of me, making me feel an irresistible urge to reach out and touch them.
“Why are you lighting candles?” Sang Lan sat down next to me.
I composed myself and said, "Some things can't be explained in a sentence or two, and you don't need to understand. Go to sleep."
I was a little afraid to look at her.
Forensic medicine majors also need to study criminal psychology.
Dim lighting and special environments can cause an overproduction of certain hormones, leading to impulsiveness... "Why are you lighting candles?"
Sang Lan pressed herself against me and asked again persistently.
Just as I was about to turn around and face her directly
, suddenly, a shrill, piercing cry like a baby's wail came from outside the window!
I was so startled by the sound that I jumped up from the sofa.
Composing myself, I clutched three copper coins and walked slowly to the window.
With a "whoosh," I abruptly pulled back the curtains, and there was a pair of eyes flashing green light outside!
It was pitch black outside, only those eerie eyes staring at me closely through the glass.
"What... what is that?" Sang Lan followed me, her voice trembling.
“Yes…”
“It looks like a cat.” Sang Lan grabbed my arm with one hand and reached for the window with the other.
“No…”
I didn’t expect her action to be so sudden. I tried to stop her, but it was too late.
The window was pushed open a crack, and a biting cold wind rushed in through the crack.
I couldn’t help but shiver twice and quickly closed the window.
Sensing something strange about the light in the room, I turned around and saw that the seven candles outside Ji Ya Yun’s door had all shrunk to the size of soybeans, turning an eerie green!
Sang Lan asked in a tearful voice, “How could this happen?”
I couldn’t answer her anymore.
Because at that moment, a “creak…creak…” sound came from Ji Ya Yun’s room.
The sound was very soft, but it went straight to my eardrums, making my brain tingle.
If I listened carefully, it sounded like someone behind the door, scratching the door panel with their fingernails!
"Damn it, they're here again!"
I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, grabbing a willow branch wrapped with a yellow talisman from the windowsill and whipping it hard onto the ground.
"Crack!"
The willow branch struck the floor with a crisp sound.
At the same time, the scratching at the door stopped.
But after a short while, the scratching started again, even more intensely and frantically.
I took two steps forward and lashed the willow branch at the ground again.
Unexpectedly, the branch snapped in mid-air, falling to the ground with a soft 'splat' sound.
I hurriedly opened my palm and saw that the yellow talisman wrapped in the willow branch looked as if it had been burned; it crumbled into pieces as soon as I opened my hand.
I quickly grabbed two more willow branches from the corner, gritted my teeth, and rushed to Ji Yayun's door, whipping it violently.
The willow branches broke, the yellow talisman burned my hand, and the scratching stopped.
Sang Lan was already trembling uncontrollably, most of her weight on me, crying and calling out, "Auntie, Auntie..."
The person in the room seemed to hear her cries; the door suddenly opened, and Ji Yayun rushed out in a panic, "Lanlan!"
"Auntie!" Sang Lan cried out, about to rush over.
I quickly pulled her behind me and took two steps back.
Ji Yayun followed, clutching her chest and saying anxiously, "Master, it's me."
I breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the method in the tattered book was quite effective.
The ghost haunting Ji Yayun should have been driven away by the talisman and willow branch.
Just as I was about to step forward, I glanced over and my temple throbbed.
Ji Yayun's bare, white feet were wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes!
Chapter Four: The Clothes of the Dead
Not only that, I also discovered that in the flickering candlelight, she had no shadow!
"Auntie!"
"Don't go over there!"
I grabbed Sang Lan and hurriedly took a few steps back.
"Look at her feet."
Sang Lan looked down in alarm and exclaimed, "Auntie, why are you wearing red cloth shoes?"
Ji Yayun's brow furrowed, she slowly lowered her head to look, then slowly raised her head, her face and eyes filled with venomous resentment.
The moment our eyes met, I knew it was pointless to say anything, so I pulled Sang Lan back a few steps.
"Master, what are you afraid of? It's me!"
Ji Yayun's lips twitched, trying desperately to force a smile, but she couldn't hide the ferocity in her eyes. She walked towards me step by step.
I forced myself to remain calm, coldly looking at her: "You're already dead, why continue to do evil in the mortal world, confusing Yin and Yang? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Ji Yayun suddenly stepped forward, her eyes rolling back to reveal mostly white, mostly black pupils, staring at my left hand, and roared shrilly: "Give me her three souls!"
"Yes, I will!"
I tightened my grip on my left hand, nodded, and abruptly pulled open a side cabinet, grabbed the hidden glass cup, and splashed the remaining black dog blood over her.
"I'll give you a grandson!"
"Ah..."
Drowning in the dog blood, Ji Yayun let out a heart-wrenching scream, disappearing in the rising black mist.
Immediately afterward, crackling sounds, like burning firewood, echoed throughout the room.
A moment later, silence returned.
I could only hear my own rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.
Looking around, I saw that the seven candles in front of Ji Yayun's door had regained their orange flames, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.
The empty thermos fell to the ground, and I instinctively flexed my fingers.
Suddenly, a hand gripped my right, and a resentful, malicious voice asked in my ear, "Why are you lighting candles?"
"Why are you lighting candles?"
This was the third time Sang Lan had asked this question.
Even someone lacking common sense shouldn't be dwelling on such a question at a time like this.
A chill ran through me; something was amiss.
Sang Lan was beautiful, and in the prime of her youth.
Her hands should be smooth and soft; why were my hands, now gripping hers, rough as withered tree bark?
Cold sweat dripped down my back. I instinctively clenched my left hand, gritted my teeth, and slowly turned my head.
Seeing Sang Lan's face, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What a perfect face! Her clear, bright eyes were still filled with terror; she hadn't recovered from the shock.
I'd been too tense, scaring myself unnecessarily.
Looking down at our clasped hands, I pulled my hand away from hers.
Seeing Sang Lan staring fearfully at Ji Ya Yun's door, I reassured her, "Don't worry, that thing was doused with black dog blood and is gone."
'At least it won't come tonight,' I added in my mind.
Sang Lan nodded slightly and walked steadily towards Ji Ya Yun's room without looking to either side.
Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
A sense of unease crept into my mind, but as I stared at Sang Lan's back, my eyes widened.
Her nightgown was just a white long-sleeved t-shirt; although it was cotton, it was very thin.
From the front, it looked fine, but from the back, it clung to her body, outlining the perfect curves of a woman.
I was a little distracted when suddenly, a pungent, acrid smell wafted from somewhere, like rotting flesh.
The stench filled my nostrils, giving me a headache.
Just then, it was like a lightning bolt flashed through my mind.
I finally realized what was wrong.
Her terrified eyes weren't looking at the door, but at the candle by the door… “Why are you lighting a candle?” Sang Lan asked again.
Suddenly, she turned her head, “Are you trying to burn me!”
Hearing this shrill voice, goosebumps erupted all over my body.
In an instant, I saw her clearly.
Her face looked like it had been burned, black and wrinkled, one eye had no eyelid, and the other eyeball simply bulged out of its socket.
“Damn it, she’s trying to kill me!”
I backed away, gritting my teeth and forcing myself to remain calm.
They say humans fear ghosts three parts, and ghosts fear humans seven parts.
While this may not be entirely true, once you lose your courage, you're like a fish on a chopping board, utterly lifeless.
Sang Lan, her eyes bloodshot, walked towards me step by step.
As she walked, charred, rotting flesh on her chin began to fall off, soon revealing her white, gleaming teeth.
The stench of burning flesh grew stronger and stronger, almost filling the entire room.
I was gagging uncontrollably.
If this continued, I'd either be killed by this mother and daughter or suffocated by the stench!
Without thinking twice, I rushed to the window, wanting to open it for some fresh air.
But after only a couple of steps, my vision blurred and my legs went weak.
In desperation, I spotted a water glass on the table, grabbed it, and mindlessly threw it at the window.
"Clang!"
With the crisp sound of shattering glass, a gust of fresh air rushed in.
The gust of wind suddenly made me feel relaxed all over, and I was so dizzy that I collapsed to the ground, and then I knew nothing more… “Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu!”
Hearing the cries, I opened my eyes abruptly.
A beautiful and charming face, yet tear-streaked, came into view.
“Mr. Xu, you’re awake.”
Sang Lan wiped away her tears, her shoulders twitching slightly.
Recalling what I had seen before I lost consciousness, I quickly rolled over, got up, and took a few steps back.
“What’s wrong?”
Sang Lan seemed startled by my actions, kneeling on the floor and looking at me in astonishment.
She was still wearing that white nightgown, her skin still so fair. She looked at me pitifully, like a frightened little rabbit.
The candles outside Ji Ya Yun’s room had all burned out.
I opened my left hand, looked at the three copper coins in it, then at my watch; it was already 4:45 in the morning.
The fifth watch of the night had finally passed.
Relieved, I looked at Sang Lan with a puzzled expression. "Where's the talisman I gave you?"
"Here!"
Sang Lan hurriedly reached into her collar and pulled out the triangular talisman.
I leaned forward, squatted down in front of her, and took the talisman, unfolding it.
The talisman itself was perfectly intact, still vibrant.
If the changes that happened to Sang Lan last night were real, how could the talisman have failed?
Was I hallucinating from being too frightened?
I pulled her up and walked a few steps to the window.
The window was intact, but there was a water glass on the floor, its handle broken.
"How did you faint?" Sang Lan asked cautiously.
I countered, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
Sang Lan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking at me suspiciously. "Are you alright?"
Seeing me staring at her, she quickly said, "Auntie... well... after you spilled blood on her, she disappeared. You told me not to worry, that the thing was gone. I wanted to go in and see Auntie, and then... you suddenly pushed me away... your expression was terrifying. Then you threw the cup at her, and then you fainted."
"That's really fucking ghostly."
Seeing Sang Lan's conflicted expression, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Saying it like that is like admitting I'm a charlatan.
"Go see your auntie." I
pushed open Ji Ya Yun's door and saw her lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, only her head sticking out.
Although her face was a little pale, her breathing was long and even, clearly still asleep.
"Is my auntie alright?" Sang Lan asked softly.
I wanted to say she was alright and leave after taking the money, but looking at the gloom on Ji Ya Yun's forehead, I couldn't bring myself to lie.
I told her to go outside and talk.
Just as I was about to turn around, Ji Yayun's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Auntie,"
Sang Lan went over and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Are you alright?"
Seeing Ji Yayun looking at me, I said, "Change your clothes first, let's talk outside."
I had barely stepped out the door when I heard two screams coming from inside.
Then, I heard Ji Yayun sobbing.
I quickly turned around and went in, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Sang Lan was standing to one side.
Ji Yayun was sitting on the bed, the blanket already pulled back to one side.
She was actually wearing a bright red wedding dress!
The wedding dress was a two-piece set, the top being a side-opening cheongsam style, and the bottom a long, equally bright red skirt.
Beneath the skirt, her bare, white feet were shockingly visible.
"Where did this dress come from?"
"I don't know, I don't know, this isn't my dress!" Ji Yayun cried, clutching her head.
"Stop crying, quickly take off your clothes!" I said urgently.
Ji Yayun cried as she undressed, while Sang Lan sobbed and stamped her feet, clearly distraught.
Her top was undone, revealing a red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks underneath.
"This isn't my clothes..."
In a panic, Ji Yayun ripped off the bodice, throwing it and her top on the floor, then started unbuttoning her skirt.
Sang Lan finally snapped out of it. "Turn your face away!"
I swallowed hard, turned, and walked out. "Give me the clothes."
I slumped onto the sofa, pulled out my cigarette case, lit one, and my hand trembled slightly.
I wasn't exactly a lecherous monster, nor had I never seen a naked woman before.
My tension stemmed from the fact that the situation was far more serious than I had imagined.
A moment later, Sang Lan helped Ji Yayun out, placing the crumpled clothes in front of me.
Both women were still wet with tears, but their gazes towards me were strange.
After a long pause, Ji Yayun said in a tearful voice, "These clothes aren't mine, they really aren't."
"I don't have clothes like this either," Sang Lan whispered.
I casually picked up the undergarment; it was still slightly warm.
Hesitantly, I brought it to my nose and smelled it, my mind going completely blank.
I tossed the undergarment aside and picked up the top and skirt, smelling them carefully.
Sang Lan helped Ji Ya Yun to sit down, her almond-shaped eyes glancing at me sideways. "You're not that perverse, are you?"
A faint blush appeared on Ji Ya Yun's pale face.
"Perverse..."
I tossed aside the clothes, looked at the black dog blood on the ground and by the door, now charred powder, and was completely stunned.
After smoking two cigarettes, I said somewhat nervously to the two of them, "I can't handle this. You should find someone else."
"What?!" Sang Lan immediately became agitated, rushing over and glaring at me, her chest heaving violently, remaining silent for a long time.
Feeling guilty, I avoided her gaze and whispered, "It's not just the red shoes that's bothering your aunt; you saw it yourself, it's a whole red outfit. I really can't handle it. I don't want a penny; you should go find a real expert."
Ji Yayun staggered over and grabbed the pile of red clothes and skirts, stammering, "Master... I made a mistake. These clothes are mine; I bought them yesterday... the day before yesterday, I..."
I stared at her and asked, "Where did you buy them?"
Ji Yayun stammered, unable to answer.
I knew she was terrified, afraid I would leave, and had made up this lie in a moment of desperation. I felt even more ashamed.
I snatched the clothes from her and threw them on the ground.
Ji Yayun wanted to pick it up but didn't dare, only muttering, "These clothes are really mine..."
"Enough!"
I slammed the cigarette box on the table in a fit of rage, "Your clothes are fucking dead people's clothes! They were taken from dead people!"
Chapter Five Strange Noises in the Hotel
As a prospective forensic doctor, I am very sensitive to the smell of dead people.
The clothes I took off Ji Yayun, though brightly colored, carried a heavy aura of death; they were clearly clothes worn by a dead person.
After calming down a bit, I asked Ji Yayun to take out her pillow and open it.
Sure enough, the glutinous rice inside had turned black and had a putrid smell.
"How damn heavy is this malevolent energy?"
I cursed under my breath, telling her to think carefully about whether she had encountered anything unusual earlier.
Ji Yayun thought and thought, but couldn't come up with anything.
I sorted out my thoughts and asked her what she did for a living.
The answer was somewhat unexpected; Ji Yayun was actually a print model.
Actually, it wasn't surprising. Times are changing, and people's aesthetic standards (or rather, men's tastes) are changing too.
People used to prefer innocent young girls, but with the development of the internet and the influx of Japanese 'film and television resources,' things like young women and mature women have gradually become popular.
Sang Lan seemed to read my mind and said sullenly, "Don't overthink it. My aunt just does cover illustrations for magazines and shoots ads for online businesses part-time. Those who hire her are all her old classmates and acquaintances. Besides, she only takes work occasionally; she's usually at home taking care of me."
A string in my mind was plucked, and I pointed to the crumpled red wedding dress.
Ji Yayun quickly waved her hand, saying she had never seen that dress before, much less worn it.
I was even more exasperated; I was most afraid of these kinds of inexplicable, bizarre things, where I couldn't even trace the clues.
I said decisively, "I really can't handle this. The female ghost from last night was injured by the black dog's blood and won't be coming back anytime soon. Let's take this opportunity to find another ghost priest."
Sang Lan panicked upon hearing this, stamping her feet and saying,
"Where are we going to find one? We've looked before, but what kind of people are they? They just ask for money and don't even bother to think before they start scamming. One of them was even worse; he actually wanted my aunt to take off all her clothes so he could personally exorcise the evil spirit for her!"
I subconsciously glanced at Ji Ya Yun's chest.
Now I finally understood why Sang Lan had been so unfriendly to me before.
There aren't many truly skilled people in this line of work, but there are plenty who use guise to swindle and cheat.
Although I'm one of them, compared to those who simply cheat for money and sex, I'm at least somewhat capable.
Seeing the mother and daughter with tears in their eyes and completely lost, I felt sorry for them. After thinking for a moment, I said, "I'll try my best to help you."
"Thank you, thank you, we'll give you whatever money you need," Sang Lan bowed to me repeatedly.
Looking at her terrified appearance, and recalling the situation before I fainted, I couldn't help but have some doubts again. Could it really have been a hallucination?
Ji Yayun pointed to the red dress on the ground and asked, "What should we do with these clothes?"
Remembering the instructions in the tattered book, I said, "Find a plastic bag, put it in, and put it in a dark place. Don't touch it again."
...
I called a friend to ask him for some things, but the phone was switched off.
I told Sang Lan that I was going to visit a friend in another city to find some things to help them avoid trouble.
Terrified, Sang Lan decisively said she would come with me.
And she was quick and efficient, running to pack clothes before I could even agree.
Helpless, I had no choice but to take the mother and daughter and drive my old car straight to our destination, Qitian County.
Not long after we set off, Sang Lan received a phone call.
She frowned, mumbled a few words, and hung up, sounding very impatient.
I thought to myself, a pretty girl like that must have a lot of suitors. Being pampered by men so much, she's become arrogant and doesn't take them seriously anymore.
Five hours of driving had left me feeling incredibly frustrated.
I asked Sang Lan, "Haven't you thought about getting a driver's license if you want to live in a villa and drive a luxury car someday? "
Her reply, while convincing, was also stern:
"You think I don't want to? I failed my driving test four times already."
Damn it, even if you had a license
, I wouldn't let you drive! Finally, we arrived in Qitian County. I called the person I was looking for again, but the phone was still off.
I wasn't in a hurry.
The person I was looking for was Zhang Xi, like Sun Tu Zi, my classmate and best friend.
His family owned a large peach orchard.
Peach wood is considered a top-grade talisman for warding off evil spirits.
I'd been to Zhang Xi's orchard, and I knew his family. Even if he was away on vacation, I could still find what I needed.
It was already getting dark, so I suggested we find a hotel first.
Sang Lan found a hotel online, then gave me a strange look, tapped her phone a few times, and said the room was booked.
When we arrived and checked in, I finally understood the meaning behind that look.
She had booked a suite with two bedrooms.
How luxurious could a hotel be in a small county town? Calling it a suite was a stretch; it was basically just a living room with a mahjong table and two cramped bedrooms.
Although the room had been cleaned, there was still a lingering odor.
Sang Lan and Ji Yayun frowned, clearly dissatisfied.
I was exhausted and said we'd make do for one night; that's how it is in small places, and changing hotels wouldn't make much difference.
I hadn't slept much last night and had driven for several hours. I ate something quickly, washed up, and went to the inner room.
I sent Zhang Xi a WeChat message, telling him to reply when his phone was on, and then drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but I was woken up by a clattering sound.
I listened carefully, checked the time, and almost choked with anger.
It was the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles, coming from the outer room.
The mother and daughter were probably too scared to sleep and were playing mahjong out of boredom.
Didn't they realize that the hotel suite wasn't soundproof? If they weren't sleeping, how were the others?
About five or six minutes later, the clattering continued.
I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, intending to tell the person outside: I need to drive back for several hours after finding what I'm looking for tomorrow.
But as soon as I opened the door a crack, the sound stopped immediately.
"Go to sleep, we have things to do tomorrow," I mumbled sleepily.
But when I closed the door, it seemed to be sulking, and the clattering started again, even louder than before.
Even a clay statue would get angry now.
These two, who seemed so well-mannered, how could they be so inconsiderate?
I flung open the door and strode out, then froze, stunned by what I saw.
There was a mahjong set scattered on the table, but the outer room was empty. The thought that
this mother and daughter were deliberately teasing me made me laugh. Damn, I was still daydreaming. A mature, beautiful woman, a part-time model, and a college beauty-level art student, staying up late to tease me— if that were true, it wouldn't be a joke, it would be seduction.

Since I was already up, I figured I might as well use the restroom.
As I approached the bathroom door, about to open it, I heard voices inside.
There was someone in there.
I didn't intend to eavesdrop, but the voices reached my ears first.
The woman's voice was rapid, and she seemed to be breathing heavily.
She wasn't trying to hide it, so I clearly heard
her say, "It hurts so much, don't... don't do this..."
Hearing that soft, seductive voice, I first felt a surge of heat, then became extremely confused.
There were only three people living in this apartment, and I was the only man.
And that voice was clearly something a woman would make under certain circumstances.
Without a man, it could only be...
Thinking about the connection, I was a little bewildered.
Although I couldn't tell if it was Sang Lan or Ji Ya Yun, I still thought to myself:
This desire is too strong, and she's really carefree. Doesn't she even know what situation she's in? She still has the mind to be so wanton.
I shook my head inwardly, intending to go back to my room.
But as soon as I turned around, I saw a pale face!
"Holy crap!" I jumped back in fright.
Regaining my composure, I let out a gasp.
Ji Yayun looked at me with a bewildered yet confused expression. "Master, I...I'm sorry, what's wrong with you..."
"I need to use the restroom...there's someone inside."
"Lanlan is taking a shower."
"Oh, then I'll go back to my room."
I'd only taken two steps when Ji Yayun suddenly said, "Master, could you please keep your voice down?"
"Keep your voice down for what?" I turned back to look at her.
"It's...it's..."
Ji Yayun pointed behind me, then suddenly screamed, "Ah!"
I whirled around, vaguely seeing a black shadow flash past.
I backed away, asking, "What did you see?"
Ji Yayun pressed herself against me, one arm around my arm, the other pointing forward, her voice trembling with tears, "Look! It wasn't like that! It definitely wasn't like that!"
Looking down, I couldn't help but gasp.
The mahjong tiles that had been scattered on the table were now all piled up together, haphazardly arranged to resemble a tree, standing there abruptly.
A chill ran down my spine.
This house was unclean!
"Sang Lan, come out!" I knocked on the bathroom door.
There was no response, but I heard the gurgling sound of water.
I said to Ji Yayun, "Open the door, go in and see."
Seeing that I had my back turned, Ji Yayun reached for the doorknob and opened the door with a single stroke.
Immediately afterward, I heard her exclaim, "Lanlan, what are you doing?"
I instinctively turned around and saw Sang Lan kneeling by the bathtub, her head buried in the tub, gulping down water.
I rushed in and pulled her up.
Seeing her appearance, I was horrified. She seemed the same as before, yet she was clearly not Sang Lan; she looked like a strange woman in her thirties.
This woman had dark skin, average looks, and her face appeared somewhat puffy.
Her eyes, unlike their usual lively state, were lifeless, yet revealed a strange hunger.
"Let me go!"
she struggled to shake me off, her voice muffled, spitting out water droplets.
Sensing something was wrong, I forcefully pulled her away.
She was wrapped in a bath towel, which came undone and fell to the ground during the struggle.
Ji Ya Yun was about to say something, but only managed a gasp: "Her stomach!"
With the towel loosened, Sang Lan's stomach swelled up as if she were pregnant.
I couldn't care less about taking advantage now; I forcefully turned Sang Lan around, gripped her lower abdomen with both hands, and lifted her up.
The pressure on her stomach caused Sang Lan to vomit immediately.
I was horrified to discover that what she vomited into the sink was a greenish liquid, like that of a filthy ditch. I shouted at Ji Yayun, "Go get my bag!"
"Okay!" Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [唯漫小说] and reply with the number 404 to continue reading the exciting story! Ji Yayun turned to leave, but only swayed her body without moving. "I...I can't walk!" She turned back and looked at me in horror. Unable to walk, I quickly turned to look at the mirror above the sink. Through the mirror, I saw a dark shadow coiled around her feet. It was a ghost tripping over her feet! Remembering the method for dealing with ghosts tripping over feet in the tattered book, I hurriedly chanted the incantation: "Beast of the heavens, protect the four gates, ghosts of the eight wildernesses, quickly make way."
I chanted it twice, and then I heard a child's wailing sound coming from the room.

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