Bai Qinghan reacted very quickly and quickly dragged the night watchman who fell to the ground into the bushes and hid him. Then he took Ruyi and hid behind the tree to observe.
Ruyi was anxious and whispered: "The young master is still in the house! If someone comes into the house and catches the young master, there will be no explanation!"
Bai Qinghan said: "Let's see and then talk."
The man held a lantern and walked to the gate of the courtyard without looking at the night watchman. He muttered, "It's strange. Usually he leaves only after I come. Why are you lazy so early today!"
Ruyi and the others were far away and could not clearly see the person's appearance.
The dim light illuminated his face from bottom to top, and the man's face looked very distorted from a distance.
He carefully looked around to make sure no one was around before walking into the yard.
Ruyi was afraid that he would enter the house, so she almost shouted, but luckily Bai Qinghan covered her mouth.
It was very critical at this time. If the young master came out of the house, or if the money came in, the two of them could hit each other.
Bai Qinghan stared at the man's back, clenched his fists, and was ready to fly forward and knock him out at any time.
Fortunately, the visitor was not interested in the money in the house. He took a detour to the well in the courtyard.
Then I started to take off my clothes one by one.
It was such a cold day, and his breath was filled with white mist. No one could understand that he was taking off his clothes in the open air.
He was very fast. After taking off all his clothes, he also let his hair down.
Ruyi said: "Isn't that person looking for a short-term life?"
Bai Qinghan said: "I don't think so. Have you ever seen someone who commits suicide and strips off all his clothes? If he wants to jump into a well, he can just jump!"
Judging from the trembling figure of the man, he was very cold, but still persisting.
He took out a dagger and lightly drew a line on his arm. The force of the strike was not light, and blood immediately poured out. He stretched his arm to the mouth of the well and let the blood drop into the well.
There are words to read.
This new knife edge was not the only wound on his body. There were also several knife marks across his other arm, some of which were already scabbed, while others still looked fresh.
Seeing his own blood dripping into the well, the man laughed for no reason, took out the white cloth he had prepared in advance and wrapped the wound hastily, then got dressed and quickly left the yard where Qian Duo lived.
The sky suddenly became darker, and Ruyi felt that the surroundings had become very cold.
Seeing that the man was gone, she was about to go find the young master when Bai Qinghan grabbed her by the collar.
"Don't move, don't make a sound, and keep watching." Bai Qinghan said.
After a while, there was a sound like boiling water in the well, the well water was churning, and the cold well water was bubbling and lapping at the well wall.
Then, a puff of black smoke came out from the mouth of the well. After the black smoke dissipated, a woman in red stood at the edge of the well with her long hair hanging down.
Obviously, the ghost that Mr. Qian was talking about was this one.
Bai Qinghan understood. No wonder he couldn't see ghosts before. Normally, such ghosts did not exist, but were summoned by others.
What the man just used was spiritualism, which is a kind of Nanyang magic that can bring back the soul of the dead. However, this kind of magic comes at a very high cost. It takes ten years of the caster's life, and every time
To cast a spell, blood must be used as a sacrifice.
So no one will use it easily.
The man who cast the spell had so much hatred for Qian Duo that he did not hesitate to spend ten years of his life to attract ghosts to scare him.