Yan Yan and Qing Yu originally planned to leave for Yuanxi today, but seeing Shen Beizhu sleeping in the yard all night and looking weak when they woke up in the morning, they decided to delay for another day.
"Sleep well tonight." Yan Yan warned.
Shen Beizhu nodded.
During the day, when Shen Beizhu went to sleep and went back to sleep, Yan Yan came to the place where he lay last night again.
At that time, she saw Shen Beizhu's false alarm, so she didn't speak.
"There is a strong ghost spirit here." Yan Yan said.
She called Qingyu together.
"Did you notice anything last night?" Yan Yan asked.
Hearing this, Qingyu lowered her head and said: "No, I'm too drunk."
As soon as I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.
"This place used to be a haunted house, and it's very common to have some ghostly aura left behind. But now it seems that it may not be from before, but there are still evil spirits in this house."
Shen Beizhu's sleep was not peaceful, his throat felt like there was a tiny needle pricking him, and it stung every time he breathed. His eyelids were heavy, and when he heard Yan Yan come in, he couldn't open his eyes.
"I've caught wind and cold." Qingyu said after examining him.
"Then wait until he recovers and then go to Yuanxi and ask someone to get some medicine."
Yan Yu and Shen Beizhu are both people who don't touch Yangchun water, so Qingyu can only let Qingyu do the cooking.
The Taoist priests on Qingyun Mountain have to learn many things from an early age, including cooking, and are assigned to them by their brothers.
Qingyu is an exception. He is highly talented and is either practicing or on the road to practice.
In the kitchen, Qingyu had already cooked out two sets of medicine.
Everything else was fine, except that the heat was not well controlled. Either too much firewood was added and the fire was too strong, or the fire went out.
When Yan Yan entered the restaurant, he saw that Qingyu's face looked like a little tabby cat, with black ash on her forehead and cheeks.
This medicine is probably fried too much. From the strong smell of medicine, there is also the smell of the bottom of the pot being burnt.
"Ahem, ah, ah." Qingyu was choked so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes.
When Yan Yan came in, the fire was so strong that it came out of the stove. In just a moment, the fire had gone out and thick smoke filled the room.
Qingyu washed her face and said, "Why don't you go to the Xingfu to ask someone to cook the medicine?"
It's not that he has never made a fire before, but the stove in the ghost house is different from the one in Qingyu Mountain, and he can't control the heat.
"OK."
Yan Yan turned around and scratched the pad of his middle finger with the tip of his thumb. A drop of blood emerged and then evaporated.
Just when Qingyu was wondering why she did this, she felt a powerful ghostly energy coming towards the haunted house.
In an instant, a ghost figure with white silk tied all over his body and black robe appeared respectfully in front of Yan Yan.
Wu Xin glanced at Qing Yu and followed Yan Yan's instructions to go to the kitchen to cook the medicine.
From the time the fire is lit to the time it is maintained at medium heat, it is the time to open the fire folder at will.
Qingyu was more curious about how to light the fire than having any evil intentions.
"Close the door first. There will be strong wind outside and the fire will be very strong." Hu Xin picked up the blowtorch and said, "This thing is blocked and cannot blow out the air. If there is no wind outside, the fire will be extinguished."
"That's it." Qingyu suddenly realized.
Wu Xin lit a fire in front of the stove, while Qing Yu sat aside and watched.
It's amazing that he, a Taoist priest, is actually cooking medicine with a ghost in the kitchen.
"The medicine is ready, you can bring it to Shen Shizi." Hu Xin pointed to the medicine bowl on the stove, "He has caught the wind and cold. If I get close to him, it will only make his condition worse."
"Okay, thank you." Qingyu came back to her senses, picked up the medicine bowl and left.
Wu Xin looked at his back.
——Why is this little Taoist so dumb?
Shen Beizhu took medicine and felt better.
"Why do you keep getting cold recently?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "Are you weak at such a young age?"
"How could it be!" Shen Beizhu tried his best to regain his strength, but he could not confirm the fact that he was fictitious.
"Ancestor." Shen Beizhu hesitated.
Yan Yan: "Say."
Shen Beizhu: "You and Priest Qingyu slept well last night?"
Yan Yan nodded: "Of course."
Shen Bei said in a relaxed tone: "Then it seems that I had a nightmare last night."
Regarding what happened last night, Yan Yan also wanted to ask Shen Beizhu.
"Nightmare?" Shen Beizhu told Yan Yan what he had encountered.
"You said you slept in the side room on the left side of the room where Qingyu slept?" Yan Yan frowned, "Are you sure?"
Shen Beizhu nodded: "Of course, this is the first time I have had such a scary dream, and I feel that I will never forget it in my life." He burst into tears in his heart.
"Okay, you can sleep a little longer and I'll go take a look."
Yan Yan left with a sullen face.
She got up the earliest this morning and found Qingyu first.
She had been to that yard before. The two side rooms were on the right side of the main house, and there was only one wall on the left.
She came out of Qingyu's yard and walked to the left.
It was the yard with the swing when the Ghost Bride was still there.
The swing in the yard is still there, but it has been tidied up by craftsmen. A grapevine has been set up around the swing. The leaves on it have grown lushly, covering the swing and leaving a shady place.
Seeing a swing, Yan Yan sat on it and relaxed for a while.
"Boss, this house is a gathering place." The evil spirit appeared and looked around the house, "There are just some unwelcome guests."
Evil Heart is the most almighty person around Yan Ji. There is nothing it can't do, including cooking.
"Then you stay in this mansion. After I leave, I will set up a formation here so that no other evil spirits dare to approach." Yan Yan whispered, "But now, I want to know who dares to do so without my consent. Live in my yard."
After that, Yan Yu and Hu Xin walked around the mansion several times, but found no trace of evil spirits.
"What's going on?" Hu Xin wondered, "Is it really just Shen Shizi dreaming about it?"
"Where did this evil energy come from?" Yan Yan was equally puzzled.
There is an unusual ghostly presence in the mansion, but they can't find its source.
In Qingyu's courtyard, the ghostly aura is on the left.
When we were in the swing yard, the ghostly aura was on the right again, with only a wall in the middle.
Yan Yan was sitting on the top of this wall. He could see the courtyard on both sides, and there was no side room in the middle where Shen Beizhu slept last night.
When she sat on the wall, the ghostly aura seemed to emanate from her body.
"Boss, maybe someone is trying to break the wall." Huoxin thought for a moment.
Yan Yan: "Huh?" She has never seen such a ghost beating the wall.
The evil intention floated to the pond in the backyard, set up a formation in the pond, and then floated into the water.
Yan Yan frowned and looked at the bottom of the pond. He could see the bottom of the pond at a glance, but there was no trace of evil intentions.
The evil intention suddenly floated out of the water of the pool, grabbing Yan Yan's wrist and pulling him down into the water.
Just when Yan Yan thought her clothes were going to get wet, she suddenly saw the backyard of the mansion in front of her. The pond was right next to her, and her evil thoughts were floating around her.
When Yan Yan jumped into the pond, it was still noon, but now it was dusk in the mansion.
A scene that is about to become night but never will be.
"Is this a ghost beating a wall?"
"Yes." Hu Xin nodded, "With my ghost power, I can only maintain the mansion at dusk."
If you want to maintain the same mansion as in the Yang world, even the celestial phenomena, only Yan Yan can do it.
Wu Xin led Yan Yan back to the mansion in Yangjian.
"Although this is also a ghost breaking a wall, it is different from a ghost breaking a wall. We have always called it the ghost realm." Hu Xin said, "The ghost realm is equivalent to the body of a fierce ghost. Once you enter the ghost realm, you cannot come out without the consent of the owner."
"That little bamboo is?"
"Maybe the ghost let him go. The ghost realm is not easy to find, and even if you find it, it's difficult to get in." Hu Xin said, "Usually we use it to protect ourselves."
If you are chased by a ghost king like Yan Yu, you will have no choice but to throw yourself into a trap and set up a ghost realm to hide inside.
The weaker the ghost power, the smaller the ghost realm it sets. Although it will not be found, it will only be trapped in a small ghost realm from now on until all the ghost power is used up to maintain the ghost realm and the ghost is gone.
"Although it never comes out, what's the point of always living in my mansion? I haven't fully enjoyed this mansion since I bought it!" Yan Yan was not happy.
"With your ghost power, you can directly destroy the ghost energy in the mansion." Hu Xin said quietly.
With an indiscriminate attack, no one in the entire mansion except Yan Yan can survive.
"Then forget it, let's leave it a way to survive." Yan Yan was discouraged.
Back in the restaurant, Wu Xin was cooking for a few people. Yan Yan and Qing Yu were chatting aside and told him about the ghost realm.
"Could it be the ghost bride? Didn't we know before that the ghost bride was really gone?" Qingyu guessed, "Maybe she set up a ghost realm in the mansion to hide from danger?"
Yan Yan shook his head, "No, all the ghosts in the mansion have disappeared without exception. This time they appeared suddenly. They should have been set by the craftsmen when they were decorating the house."
"I hope it won't come out to harm anyone." Qingyu said.
Yan Yan sneered: "I only have one again here, not two and three."
I don’t know who cooked the dinner for dinner, but it suited Shen Beizhu’s taste. It was the first time for him to eat such delicious food, and he ordered three bowls of rice in a row.
When a person is full, he will have strength. Shen Beizhu felt his stomach and walked around in the backyard to eat.
He was the only one who felt bored, so he thought of looking for Qingyu. As soon as he came to Qingyu's yard, he heard the strange sound from last night again.
"Crunch, crunch -"
Shen Beizhu learned his lesson, turned around and left quickly, but just after taking two steps, the feeling of being like a puppet from last night appeared again.
He saw that his hands were wrapped with transparent threads, covering every joint, like puppets in a puppet show.
The threads were stretched again, controlling his body to move mechanically, turning around and entering the side room where he had been last night.
There were also threads around his neck, which controlled him to raise his head and look at several things hanging from the beams.
Thin and terrifying limbs, slender eye sockets, and a face without a mouth.
Shen Beizhu rolled his eyes and did not dare to look up.
Those dolls hanging from the rafters were his fate.
His eye sockets were out of control and he couldn't close them, so he could only look away. A head like a pine nut crawled to where his eyes were looking.
Get closer slowly.
The terrifyingly tall bridge of his nose was touching his chin.
The wooden body of the doll feels like human skin, and it is also moist and cold, like a corpse that has been soaked in water and then fished out.
Its head once again opened its lamprey-like mouth in front of Shen Beizhu's eyes, and its bloody mouth could chew off his head in one bite.
The cold and bloody smell from the doll's mouth hit his face. Never had the noble prince Shen Bei Zhu been so wronged.
At this time, he missed his ancestor Yan Yu very much.
"Ding--"
When the doll's bloody mouth wrapped around Shen Beizhu's head, and when he was about to bite it off, a bloody halo emitted from Shen Beizhu's arms and stabbed the doll.
The puppet quickly retreated to the rafters in horror.
The chin on its face has been eroded by blood, leaving only half of its face.
Shen Beizhu on the ground disappeared again.
"Why did he fall asleep again?" Shen Beizhu heard Yan Yan's voice in confusion.
When Shen Beizhu regained consciousness, his body was weak and his throat was stinging even when he breathed.
"The medicine doesn't work, it's only been a day." Shen Beizhu said angrily, unable to even speak.
"No matter how effective the medicine is, it can't withstand you sleeping outside every night and having nightmares again?" Yan Yan asked, "What dream did you have this time?"
Shen Beizhu recalled what happened after arriving at the mansion and asked hesitantly, "That wasn't a dream, was it?"
Yan Yan nodded, "You are the only one who will suffer."
Shen Beizhu: "..." Thank you, tell him and let him know that he is unlucky.
"With you and Taoist Priest Qingyu, why did I suffer?" Shen Beizhu felt aggrieved.
"When a scholar meets a soldier, it's hard to explain why. No matter how powerful I am, I still don't understand those tricks." Yan Yan shrugged.
After finding Shen Beizhu sleeping outside again, Qingyu went to find a way to solve the ghost realm.
"Ah Yao, go and have a look." Qingyu ran in.
Yan Yan got up calmly and followed Qing Yu until he came to the yard with the swing.