Tender passion with my sister-in-law in a bumpy car

"Master Xu, the money has been transferred, please check."

The woman leaned back on the sofa, her foxy eyes misty, looking at me with a hint of confusion, yet
radiating .

I took out my phone, checked the bank's text message, and nodded: "The money has arrived, thank you for your patronage."

I left, logged onto my "Seven Hands" QQ account, glanced back at the villa where I'd spent the night,
and sped 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 like 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 opening the household registration, I told the police officer, "
Please change my name while you're at it."

The officer asked me what name I wanted.

Remembering how my grandfather often said I was 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 living—enough to support myself.

Of course, eight times out of ten it was just my suspicions, but twice it was genuinely superstitious.

Once, a friend introduced me to a client, a small restaurant owner. The moment we
met , I knew something was wrong with his expression.

After agreeing on a price, I skipped the formalities, drew a talisman, burned it to ashes, diluted it with water, and had him drink it.

Less than five minutes after drinking it, 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
smother their fears.

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 businessman. 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 disputes peacefully for my clients, and gradually, my
shamanistic practice has gained a small reputation 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 were wider than her shoulders…

"Are you 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 seemed rather quiet, 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… it is… white lace trim.

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 striking resemblance to Sang Lan's.

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 had actually misunderstood. 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 really going on with you."

Ji Yayun was a little surprised: "How did you know it was me?"

I smiled slightly and didn't speak.

In our line of work, pretending to be profound is a given, but while I smiled without saying a word,
a chill ran down my spine.

I might not have noticed it on anyone else, 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 Yayun's forehead.

This darkness was barely noticeable unless you looked closely, but it wasn't difficult for a discerning person to spot. It seemed that Ji Yayun had
truly encountered something supernatural.

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 fully awake, but unable to move."

"Sleep paralysis?"

"Yes, yes." Ji Yayun nodded quickly.

Sang Lan gave a soft 'humph' beside her.

I turned to look at her; she was also watching me coldly, as if waiting to see my next move.

I checked my watch; it was two in the afternoon, the sun high in the sky.

"Looking at ghosts at this hour... what ghosts!

" I stood up and said, "I'll come back tonight."

Ji Yayun seemed to understand something from my movements, nodded, and said nothing.

Sang Lan, however, frowned and said, "Don't come. My aunt is perfectly fine. She just stays at home all day,
scaring herself."

As she spoke, she pulled out 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, and 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 this gas money, but let me give you a piece of advice: you may be rich,
but money can't necessarily buy life." After saying that, I picked up my bag and walked out.

"Mr. Xu!"

Ji Yayun hurriedly stopped me, stamping her foot and saying, "Lanlan, can you not be so willful?"

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
don't believe in ghosts .

"Why did you come at night? Is there something you can't 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 back to Sang Lan and said, "Actually, I'm a student like you, in medical school,
forensic medicine."

"Forensic medicine?"

"Yes, forensic medicine. Strictly speaking, my major is the least likely to believe in superstitions, but I do."

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, "It's not just 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. "You pervert, get out!"

Without another 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 mentally prepared, I was still
dazzled .

I lit three incense sticks, bowed in all directions, and placed them on the windowsill.

Turning back to 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 could
n'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 the feeling she gave off was that of a completely different person.

Her face was as white as if she'd been submerged in water for over ten days, completely devoid of color. Her normally fine
, almost invisible pores were now incredibly prominent, like a layer of dense black hair growing on her pale face!

Sang Lan, who had initially wanted to go to me, shrank back to me in fear, clinging to my arm and trembling uncontrollably.

I felt something soft pressing against my arm; looking down, I saw Sang Lan
clutching a red square piece of wood tightly in one hand.

"Who told you to touch my things?!"

I exclaimed, both shocked and furious. I snatched the wood from her and slammed it onto the table.

"Bang!"

The sound was deafening. Ji Ya Yun visibly trembled; her previously numb face instantly contorted into a hideous grimace, her venomous
eyes seeming to want to devour me alive.

I calmed myself and raised the wood again.

But just as I lifted it, Ji Ya Yun's eyes rolled back, and she
collapsed .

Seeing that she remained motionless for a long time, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I subconsciously moved my hands, which were numb from tension, but felt a sticky residue on my left hand; the texture was
very

strange. Looking down, I was horrified.

Countless fine cracks had appeared on the altar wood.

I don't know if it was from using too much force, but my hand was also torn, covered in blood.

"My aunt… what happened to her?" Sang Lan asked, her voice trembling with tears.

"She's alright for now. Help her put her clothes on."

I wiped away my cold sweat and looked at the blood-stained altar wood.

"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my hands."

I casually placed the altar wood on the table, but as soon as I did, it silently cracked and shattered completely.

When I came out of the bathroom, Sang Lan had already dressed Ji Ya Yun.

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 startled again.

One of the incense sticks was less than a third burned, while the other two were almost completely burned.

People fear three long and two short, and incense fears two short and one long – this was truly a tough case.

"Your hand is cut, let me bandage it for you," Sang Lan said somewhat flusteredly, grabbing a first-aid kit.

"It's just a small injury… but I'll still bandage it."

After washing away the blood, I realized the tear in my hand was quite serious; I wasn't willing to suffer for the sake of saving face.

Come to think of it, I didn't remember using too much force when I hit the altar wood; how did my hand get cracked?

While applying the medicine, Sang Lan stammered, "I didn't mean to touch your things, I… I
was nervous, and without realizing it…"

"Never mind." Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't vent my anger.

"What's wrong with 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 are mutually reinforcing and restraining, which drew out the ghost that was 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, and said with a sob, "What can we do? You have to help
us."

"I'll try my best."

I had no words to express my suffering. I

originally just wanted to make a little money and quit after graduation, but who knew I would run into something like this.

Although I'm not a proper ghost medium, I know the rules.

If I can see something wrong at a glance and feel that I can't handle it,

it's only natural to walk away. But once I get involved and start something, trying to back out is breaking the rules and will bring retribution.

Now I'm truly in a bind.

After a while, Ji Ya Yun woke up.

I asked her if she remembered what had just happened.

She shook her head blankly, saying she only remembered me drawing a talisman on her back, and then she didn't know anything 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 wo
n't charge ; if I can, you'll have to pay more.

" I gave them a price, and they were both a little surprised.

I just chuckled dryly.

It was obvious that this mother and daughter were wealthy; the price I quoted was probably too low in their eyes.

If it were a shopping spree for designer handbags, they'd probably be overjoyed, but when it came to a life-or-death situation, they
felt uneasy.

In fact, I'd had opportunities to raise prices when taking on jobs before.

But I knew my own worth, so I only sought to have a clear conscience and wouldn't charge exorbitant prices.

To put it bluntly, I was afraid of getting the money but not having the life to spend 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 went weak.

I reassured them not to be afraid; unless deliberately provoked, ghosts don't show themselves in broad daylight.

Leaving Sang Lan's house, I drove straight to Sun's house and found a guy named Sun Lu.

"Hehe, I knew it was you from the noise. Haven't you changed the exhaust pipe on your beat-up car yet?"

Sun Lu lazily reclined in a deck chair under the jujube tree, waving a large palm-leaf fan at me.

This guy was about my height, burly, with a round, dark face like a pancake. Right

now, he was shirtless, his belly protruding, lounging in the deck chair, looking exactly like
Jiang Menshen from *Water Margin*, who had taken over Happy Forest.

I pulled him up, sat him in the deck chair, and lit a cigarette.

"Did you take some drugs? Or did another girl dump you?" Sun Lu asked with a grin.

"Get me some black dog blood, please?" I took a drag of my cigarette, squinting 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 playful smile vanished. "Then 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 trotted out.

In the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes, he returned carrying a bundle of willow branches and leading a black dog.

When I looked at the black dog, it was completely black, without a single stray hair, but it was a half-grown mongrel.

"This dog isn't 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. These dogs are possessive of their food, they'll even
bite their owners."

As Sun Lu spoke, his hands were busy too. He threw the willow branch on the ground, grabbed the two dogs by their 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 "Sun the Butcher," 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.

Seeing the two men brandish knives, Sun Lu didn't hesitate; he simply used a scalpel to sever the tendons in the two thieves' hands.

Later, we learned that this guy's family was the old butcher family of Sunjialou, and he'd never been afraid of blood since childhood.

Thus, the nickname "Sun the Butcher" stuck.

Sun Lu filled a whole thermos with dog blood.

I didn't linger. I took the thermos, stuffed it into my bag, picked up Liu Zhi, and headed out. "Let's have
a drink ."

"Take it easy, kid!"

It was almost five when I got back to Sang Lan's house. 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 to cook. Especially not
an art student like Sang Lan from a wealthy family.

Soon, the food was on the table—four dishes and a soup, a truly delicious meal.

I didn't stand on ceremony with the mother and daughter, offered them some space, grabbed my chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork rib, and stuffed it into my mouth.

I tasted it; it was pretty good.

But after chewing a few times, I felt something was off.

The rib seemed undercooked.

Not only was it tough, but it also felt sticky and had a faint, unpleasant smell.

I wanted to spit it out, but that felt impolite, so I glanced at the mother and daughter, intending to spit it out when they weren't looking
.

But upon seeing it, I was immediately terrified.

Ji Yayun seemed unfazed, only looking at me with eager anticipation.

Sang Lan also looked 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? Not to your liking?" 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 had spat out.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, how could they be undercooked?

The aftertaste was still fragrant, where did the stench come from?

Could it be that I was just too nervous?

After all, it was the first time I'd encountered such a terrible thing, and the scene of Butcher Sun bleeding the black dog
was still too vivid ; my eyes were still red from time to time on the way back.

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, saying that a mouthful of
baijiu .

Sang Lan said no, she was going to buy some.

I, being the shameless person I am, quickly said no need, and went to the kitchen to cut a slice of ginger, pretending
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, so 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 overthink it. 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 need to rest and recuperate."

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 can 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 can ensure temporary safety, but with me, you can 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 ."

"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 rosy lips, and said softly, "I can't sleep."

Startled for no reason, I felt annoyed, but I couldn't vent my anger on such a 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 did you light the 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 saw a pair of eyes glowing green 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 was wrong with 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 didn't have time to answer her.

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 the eardrums, making one's brain tingle.

Upon closer listening, 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 on
the ground.

"Snap!"

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, it started scratching again, even more violently and frantically.

I took two steps forward and whipped the willow branch at the ground again.

Unexpectedly, the willow branch broke into several pieces halfway through the air, each piece falling to the ground with a soft "splat"
sound .

I hurriedly opened my palm and saw that the yellow talisman wrapped with the willow branch had become 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 at the door stopped.

Sang Lan was trembling uncontrollably, most of her weight resting on me, crying out, "Auntie,
Auntie..."

The people in the room seemed to hear her cries; the door suddenly opened, and Ji Ya Yun rushed out in a panic.
"Lan Lan!"

"Auntie!" Sang Lan cried out, about to rush forward.

I quickly pulled her behind me and took two steps back.

Ji Ya Yun followed, clutching her heart, and said urgently, "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 Ya Yun 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 Ya Yun'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!"

I grabbed Sang Lan and quickly 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 Ya Yun's brows furrowed. She slowly lowered her head to look, then slowly raised her head again, her face and eyes
filled with venom.

Meeting her gaze, 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 Ya Yun's lips twitched, trying desperately to force a smile, but she couldn't hide
the ferocity as she walked towards me step by step.

I forced myself to remain calm, coldly staring at her: "You're already dead, why continue to wreak havoc in the mortal world, confusing the living and the dead
? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

Ji Yayun suddenly stepped forward, her eyes rolling back to reveal mostly white 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 the side cabinet, grabbed the space cup hidden there,
and splashed the remaining black dog blood onto her.

"I'll give you a grandson!"

"Ah..."

Drowning in the dog blood, Ji Yayun let out a heart-wrenching scream,
disappearing .

Immediately afterward, I heard crackling sounds from all over the room, like firewood burning and popping.

After a moment, the room returned to silence.

I could only hear my own violent 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 couldn't help but breathe a long
sigh of relief.

The empty thermos fell to the ground, and I instinctively flexed my fingers.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my right hand, 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 me this question.

Even if she lacked common sense, she shouldn't be dwelling on such a question at a time like this.

A chill ran through me; I began to feel something was wrong.

Sang Lan was beautiful, and in the prime of her youth.

Her hands should be smooth and soft, so why were they rough like withered tree bark as she held mine?

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 clearly, 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.

I suddenly felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I muttered to myself, but as I stared at Sang Lan's back, my eyes were fixed on her.

Her nightgown was just a white long t-shirt, cotton, but very thin.

From the front, it looked fine, but from the back, it clung to her body, outlining her perfect feminine curves.

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 fixed on the door, but on 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 missing its eyelid, the other
eyeball bulging out, hanging outside its socket.

“Damn it, she’s trying to kill me!”

I backed away, gritting my teeth and forcing myself to remain calm.

They say people are afraid of ghosts three parts, but ghosts are afraid of people seven parts.

This may not be the absolute truth, but 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 from the stench.

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, trying 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 early morning hours were finally over.

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, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Seeing me staring at her, she quickly said, "Auntie... well... after you splashed 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 was like admitting I was a charlatan.

"Go see your auntie."

Pushing open Ji Ya Yun's door, I 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 hem of her skirt, her bare, white feet were shockingly exposed.

"Where did this dress come from?"

"I don't know, I don't know, it's not my dress!" Ji Yayun cried, clutching her head.

"Stop crying, take your clothes off!" I urged.

Ji Yayun cried as she undressed, while Sang Lan sobbed and stamped her feet, clearly distraught. Once

the top was undone, a red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks was revealed underneath.

"This isn't my dress..."

Collapsed, Ji Yayun ripped off the bodice and threw it and the top on the floor, then started undoing her skirt.

Sang Lan finally came to her senses. "Turn your face away!"

I swallowed hard, turned, and walked out. "Take the clothes out."

I slumped onto the sofa, pulled out my cigarette case, lit one, and my hand trembled slightly as I lit it.

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 Ya Yun out and placed the crumpled clothes in front of me.

Both of them were still crying, but their gazes towards me were strange.

After a long while, Ji Ya Yun 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.

Hesitatingly, 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 sit down to the side, 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 nervously said to the two of them, "I can't handle this. You
should find someone else ."

"What?" Sang Lan immediately panicked, rushing over and glaring at me, her chest heaving . She remained
silent for a long time.

Feeling guilty, I avoided her gaze and said in a low voice, "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 Ya Yun staggered over and grabbed the pile of red clothes and skirts in her arms. "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 Ya Yun stammered, unable to answer.

I knew she was terrified that I would leave, so she 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 stammering, "These clothes are really mine..."

"Enough!"

I slammed the cigarette pack on the table in a fit of rage. "Your clothes? These are fucking dead people's clothes! They were taken
from !"

Chapter Five: Strange Noises in the Hotel

As a prospective forensic doctor, I'm very sensitive to the smell of death.

The clothes taken from Ji Yayun, though brightly colored, carried a heavy aura of death, 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 strong is this malevolent energy?"

I cursed inwardly, telling her to think carefully about whether she had encountered anything unusual before.

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 I got was somewhat unexpected; Ji Yayun was actually a print model.

It's not surprising, really. Times are changing, and people's aesthetic tastes (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 see through my thoughts 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.
And she only takes work occasionally; she usually stays home taking care of me."

A string in my mind was plucked, and I pointed to the crumpled red wedding dress.

Ji Yayun hurriedly 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 and bizarre things, and 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 as soon as she heard 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 right away, and
they don't even bother to think before they start lying. 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.

I finally understood why Sang Lan had been so unfriendly to me earlier.

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 still have some principles.

Seeing that the mother and daughter were both tearful and lost, I felt sorry for them and thought for a moment, then said, "I'll try my best
to find a solution for you."

"Thank you, thank you, we'll give you whatever money you want." Sang Lan bowed to me repeatedly.

Seeing her terrified expression, and recalling my own experience before I fainted, I couldn't help but feel doubtful 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 somewhere dark.
Don't touch it again."

...

I called a friend to ask him for some things, but his phone was switched off.

I told Sang Lan that I was going to visit a friend in another city and needed to find some things to help them avoid trouble.

Terrified, Sang Lan decisively agreed to come along.

And she was swift and efficient, running to pack clothes before I could even agree.

Helpless, I had no choice but to take my mother and daughter and drive my beat-up car straight to our destination, Qitian County.

Not long after we set off, Sang Lan received a phone call.

She frowned, said a few words in a low voice, and hung up, sounding very impatient.

I thought to myself, such a pretty girl must have many suitors; she's been pampered by men so much that she doesn't take them seriously anymore.

The five-hour drive was incredibly frustrating.

I asked Sang Lan: "Haven't you thought about living in a villa and driving a luxury car someday? Can't you get a driver's license?"

Her reply, while convincing, was also filled with a chilling determination:

"You think I don't want to? I've 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, and I called the person I was looking for, 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've been to Zhang Xi's peach orchard, and I know his family. Even if he's away on vacation, he
can still find what I need.

It was already getting dark, so I suggested we find a hotel first.

Sang Lan found one online, then gave me a strange look, tapped her phone a few times
, and said the room was booked.

When we checked in, I understood the meaning behind that look.

She'd booked a suite with two bedrooms.

How luxurious could a hotel be in a small county town? It was called a suite, but it was basically just a living room with a mahjong table and two
small bedrooms.

Although the room had been cleaned, there was still a lingering smell.

Sang Lan and Ji Yayun frowned, clearly dissatisfied.

I was exhausted, so I said we'd just 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 before I was woken up by a loud clattering sound.

I listened carefully, checked the time, and nearly choked with anger.

It was the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles, coming from the outer room.

I guessed the mother and daughter were too scared to sleep and were playing mahjong out of boredom.

Didn't they realize how soundproof this hotel suite was? If they weren't sleeping, how were others supposed to?

About five or six minutes later, the clattering continued.

I couldn't help but grab my pants and pull them up, intending to tell the person outside: I need to find what I'm looking for tomorrow, and I
still have to drive back for several hours.

But as soon as I opened the door a crack, the sound stopped immediately.

"Go to sleep early, 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.

This time, even a clay statue would get angry.

This mother and daughter seem quite well-mannered, how come they're so clueless?

I flung open the door and strode out, only to be stunned by what I saw.

A mahjong set lay scattered on the table, but the outer room was deserted.

Were they deliberately playing a trick on me?

The thought made me chuckle.

Damn, I must still be dreaming.

A mature, beautiful woman, a part-time model, and a campus beauty-level art student,
staying up all night to play pranks on me?

If that were the case, 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 were people inside.

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.

Her voice wasn't trying to hide anything, 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.

There was no man, so it could only be...

Thinking about the key points, 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 the situation is like?
She still has the mind to be wanton.

I shook my head inwardly and planned 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.

After regaining my composure, the breath that was stuck in my throat "uh"ed out.

Ji Yayun looked at me with a bewildered and confused expression. "Master, I'm...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 had 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 and suddenly screamed "Ah!"

I turned around abruptly and vaguely saw a black shadow flash past in front of me.

I asked as I backed away, "What did you see?"

Ji Yayun pressed herself against my back, holding my arm with one hand and pointing forward with the other, saying in a tearful voice, "Look
, it wasn't like that before, it definitely wasn't like that before!"

Looking over, I couldn't help but gasp.

The mahjong tiles that had been scattered on the table were all piled up together, jaggedly stacked into
the shape of a tree, standing abruptly on the mahjong table.

A chill ran down my spine.

This house isn't clean!

"Sang Lan, come out!" I knocked on the bathroom door.

There was no response, but I could hear the gurgling of water.

I said to Ji Yayun, "Open the door and go in to check."

Seeing that I had turned my back, 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?"

Instinctively, I turned around and saw Sang Lan kneeling by the bathtub, gulping down
water. I rushed in and pulled her up. Seeing her clearly, I was horrified. She seemed the same as before, yet 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 water everywhere. Sensing something was wrong, I pulled her forcefully out. She was wrapped in a bath towel, which came undone and fell to the floor during the tug-of-war. 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 of her at this point; I forcefully turned Sang Lan around, wrapped my arms around her lower abdomen, 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 that kind of greenish water that looked like a dirty ditch. I shouted to Ji Ya Yun, "Quick, get my bag!" "Oh, oh!" Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [八号追书阁] and reply with the number 161 to continue reading the exciting story! Ji Ya Yun turned to leave, but only swayed her body without moving. "I... I can't walk!" She turned back and looked at me in horror. Can't walk? I quickly turned to look at the mirror above the sink. Looking in the mirror, I was horrified to see a dark shadow coiled around her feet. It was a ghost tripping her up! Remembering the method for dealing with ghosts tripping her up in the tattered book, I hurriedly chanted the incantation loudly: "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 cry come from the room.

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