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he car all night” 。"No more, no more... just thinking about it gives me goosebumps... He kidnapped me to set a trap, and he used Mu Yunliang as bait to strip him of his skin and soul..." 。I rubbed my..."Xiao Qiao, should we go take a look at Old Wu's place" My brother asked, "It's not far from our old home, don't let anything happen."

"Well then, it's rare for Young Master Mu to want to meddle in other people's affairs." I managed a strained smile.

"Leaning on the Mu family, no matter what, at least I still hold the title of head of the household ~~" My brother adjusted his shoulders and looked around at the surrounding mountains.

— We are not the half-baked, clueless people we were three or four years ago.

When I arrive somewhere, I always take a look at the surroundings first, including when I go to a restaurant for a meal. I subconsciously look at the layout inside and choose to sit near the exit—it's the best escape route after all, just in case something like a group incident happens.

My brother's personality may seem careless, but he is actually very meticulous. Every time he goes out, his backpack and trunk are like treasure chests.

My brother cleared a path through the sand with a shovel. He gave some money and cigarettes to our fellow villagers, asking them about Lao Wu's family several times.

The old villager said excitedly, "With people from your Mu family here, this is sure to be taken care of. These days, it's impossible to even find a reliable sorcerer!"

My brother gave an awkward smile - are we Mu family wizards now

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Our car pulled up to a courtyard surrounded by earthen walls. Before we even got out, we could hear cries and curses coming from inside.

"Alas, for most unfortunate families, seven out of ten are not harmonious. This yard is quite large and doesn't look poor at all. Why are they fighting so fiercely that they break plates and bowls..."

My brother rubbed his hands together, wanting to climb over the wall.

I hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Little Master Mu, you're a father now, how can you still climb over walls What if your son learns from you"

"Isn't it a bit odd to call this place a 'room' if we can't get in There's so much commotion inside, who will open the door for us"

"...I think you're just trying to take advantage of the situation to climb over the wall. The door isn't locked anyway. Everyone knows that during the Hungry Ghost Festival, we leave the doors open to let spirits pass through."

My brother smirked and rubbed his nose. He hadn't been "wild" in a long time, and seeing such a small wall made him restless.

If the Hungry Ghost Festival is celebrated at home, then one must keep the doors closed. This Old Wu household's doors were slightly ajar, opening easily with a gentle push. The courtyard was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and quarreling voices could be heard coming from the west house.

"Look at you, a pathetic excuse for a person! You can't even give birth and yet you dare to boss people around. Now look what you've done, my grandmother has come to our house making a scene! My mother is acting crazy now, all because of your meddling!"

"Who's to blame for not being able to have children! What are you yelling at me for I told you moving the grave was okay! Your mom never got along with your grandma, she didn't want to spend money on your grandma, is that my fault!"

How did you end up arguing like this... I'm a little afraid of these kinds of fierce women and men.

A person's temperament is truly something ingrained in their bones. I'm just so weak and easily bullied. When I hear such pointless arguments, I want to get as far away as possible.

My brother chuckled slyly: "How can you shirk responsibility without an argument Most people in the world don't think they are wrong. It seems like blaming others makes them feel free from blame."

"Who!" A man's voice rang out, and he walked over carrying a stick.

"Well well well, old man, what are you up to We're just passing through wizards who heard some commotion coming from your place. Come to take a look." My brother said.

"We can't afford a sorcerer! Get out, get out of here!" The old man shooed us away rudely.

The main house door was tightly shut, the old woman who was said to be carried away by ghosts must be inside.

"Ugh, I heard this ghost can make people walk stiff like zombies, able to hop around on their tiptoes! The longer it possesses someone, the harder they are to save. A simple threshold, and it just hops over!" My brother said with a sly grin.

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Where did you hear that from I looked at him suspiciously.

My brother, who knows which ghost story he heard, told the old man a terrifying tale, embellishing it with every detail. Finally, he said: "Uncle Wu, we are just traveling monks, seeking fate and fortune. We don't ask for money and never gossip... Just now at the village entrance, we saw your mother."

Mr. Wu was so frightened that he dropped his stick: "Don't scare me!"

His son and daughter-in-law also came out of the west room, looking at us with puzzlement.

“I’m not lying to you, your old mother was at the empty grave at the village entrance burning some paper money. When we asked if it was for herself, she didn’t answer……The villagers told us that the empty grave is yours, which is why we came here.” My brother said sincerely: “We don’t want any money, why would we come here to scare you”

Old Wu was stunned for a moment and whispered, "My mother isn't home!"

He turned dumbly to face the main house: “That...what's on my wife...”

"Hmm I looked towards the main house."

The main house door was tightly shut, a wooden table blocking the entrance. On the table lay a porcelain basin containing some ash-covered paper.

Old Wu must have been scared out of his wits, just burning money and kowtowing.

"Is your wife in there" I asked suspiciously.

Ghost raising the foot is also a kind of possession. It is said that people feel like they are being choked or lifted, making their body stiff and their feet off the ground, hence the name ghost raising the foot.

This is also a kind of strange and eerie, how there's not even a sound

"Old Wu, hurry up and open the door, let's see what's going on," my brother urged.

Old Wu waved his hand and said, "No, no, what if she jumps out to kill us! Just grab a scapegoat!"

What This old geezer is so afraid of death, he'd rather have his own wife die

"You old geezer..." I walked up speechless, taking the enamel basin down. My brother nonchalantly moved the table aside.

The old man's son tried to come up and bother us, but I pushed the door open first, and he ran away in a hurry.

Behind the door, a gloomy and foul stench emanated. We held the magic sword to ward off evil spirits, and as soon as we stepped in, we heard rustling sounds.

In the corner by the bed, a dark shape huddled under the covers, shaking so much that the bed vibrated slightly.

My brother glanced at me and whispered, “ … I don’t even want to waste paper talismans. This old woman is putting on an act, isn’t she”

I'm also a little confused, the old woman who burned paper has mysteriously disappeared, how is this woman still trembling in fear

"Hey." My brother called out.

That dark shape suddenly leaped onto the bed, as if playing dead.

In the dim moonlight filtering through the door, I saw this old woman with tears and snot streaming down her face. Her eyes were unfocused, and her lips trembled as she whispered in a low voice: "I... there's a monster... it ate me... ate me..."

"Hey hey, what are you saying" I stuck a talisman for warding off demons on her head, but nothing, not even a single ghost or demon, was driven away.

The old woman suddenly reached out and grabbed my sleeve, mumbling, "Girl... it's all my fault... I didn't listen to you..."

Her lips were purple, her eyes slowly turning white, and she fell straight back onto the bed.

My brother hurriedly pinched the center of her nose and asked, "What kind of monster are you talking about! Be clear before you faint again! Hey, hey—" made him sit on his shoulder, he must be a very protective master.I quickly reached out and hugged him down. A three-year-old child was still quite heavy in my arms, but this place was rugged and ov...