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Chapter 160: Spirit Snake
"If you can, just call me Ling'er." The Spirit Snake was a spirit creature, standing before all of us. With a nose and eyes, and even a bit of magic, if she hadn't helped me earlier, I might not have been able to successfully recover the Evil Spirit's essence. Not only did I doubt her claim of being the Spirit Snake, but so did Fat and Qin Jian. A snake transforming into human form seemed like something out of a movie or television show, yet here it was right in front of us.
Even the seemingly delicate Han Mi couldn't achieve such a feat. Because of this, we felt an unusual sense of fear towards the Spirit Snake that was impersonating Han Mi.
Since she had the ability to find Mi, I should have felt reassured. But for some reason, I was reluctant to let her search and didn't quite believe that Han Mi had been sent away as a favor.
How could Han Mi's uncle possibly do such a thing? To send a living person away would require the consent of Mi's parents.
What was I really afraid of?
The car arrived quickly, and Chi Xinrong, severely dehydrated and weak to the point of having no strength left, was helped into the vehicle, along with Chi Ruiqiang. Also taken away was the body of his wife, who was already stiffening.
Chi Ruiqiang's wife had died under mysterious circumstances that defied scientific explanation. This incident had become a shadow in Chi Ruiqiang's heart, and I wondered how it would affect his life moving forward.
Clearly, Chi Ruiqiang did not want this matter to be exposed. He quietly instructed the medical staff who came to pick up the patient; several of them were his trusted aides, which put my mind at ease.
Not only did I hope this matter wouldn't be publicized, but Chi Ruiqiang also wanted to avoid being thrust into the spotlight. After all, the deceased was gone; the living still needed to survive. He didn't want this incident to spread further, which would surely incur costs. Fortunately, he was the director of City Hospital and a core figure within it. Everything coming from City Hospital was under his control. I believed that in the days to come, he would treat his only remaining family member, Chi Xinrong, with kindness.
After a busy period, we were all exhausted. We tidied up and prepared to return to Ma Wu Funeral Home.
Along the way, there were many people continuously burning Hell Money and Joss Paper or releasing river lanterns. They performed these acts with great reverence, their hands repeatedly stuffing large bundles of paper money into the flames while muttering some lengthy phrases.
In the surrounding darkness, one could always see flickering candle flames struggling against the night beneath large trees by the roadside or near drainage channels or at the base of pillars where remnants of candles remained. I reminded Fat and Ling'er; sometimes I mistakenly thought she was Mi and constantly worried about her safety, which made me overly cautious about avoiding stepping on Hell Money ashes.
Ghost Month is the most ominous month of the year, and as it approached the fifteenth day, Yin Qi grew heavier. I thought today must be either the thirteenth or fourteenth; it wasn't very late at night, and there were no signs of people on the road anymore.
A gentle breeze wafted through, casting dancing shadows from the trees, accompanied by the soft rustling of leaves.
Since Fat learned that Mi was a Spirit Snake, he always seemed a bit fearful and reluctant to walk alongside her.
I finally came to a halt, facing this Spirit Snake who bore Mi's appearance and had just helped me moments ago. I decisively issued an eviction order: "Miss..."
Her eyes sparkled with an alluring charm as she commanded my thoughts, "Ling'er, call me Ling'er."
Fat and Qin Jian exchanged glances as they noticed me standing dazed in front of the Spirit Snake. They approached, intending to pull me away.
I quickly raised my hand to stop them and replied to the Spirit Snake with focused intent, "Ling'er, you are a snake, or perhaps a human using some form of Evil Arts. I don't possess such high cultivation and am currently unaware of the true situation. However, we shouldn't remain entangled like this. If you want to return the Soul Stone to me, do so; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
The corners of the Spirit Snake's lips curled into the gentlest smile as she responded with her thoughts, "If you're not afraid of me revealing what happened in the cave, feel free to chase me away. Don't forget, your Soul Stone is still in my belly."
The events that transpired in the cave were my most humiliating memories.
I, Ma Qi, the rightful heir of Ma Wu Funeral Home, had engaged in an unspeakable relationship with a snake. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine. I gazed at her familiar yet strange face, cursing her a thousand times in my heart but daring not to voice my true feelings.
What was that saying? The most poisonous heart belongs to a woman! Damn it, she’s a snake but possesses such a venomous heart. I glanced at Fat and Qin Jian, forced a bitter smile, and shrugged, "It's nothing; let's keep moving."
Walking alongside Qin Jian, his steps were light. I looked at him sideways and couldn't help but be secretly astonished.
Feigning curiosity on the surface, I asked how he happened to be at Evil Miasma Manor and actually helped us out. Qin Jian then recounted a strange incident.
This event occurred earlier, before my confrontation with Li Gui.
Qin Jian hadn't seen my Ten-Mile Temple; instead, like the scenes he captured on camera, he witnessed desolation and ruins. Only the grave mounds behind those remnants were truly real.
He rushed back as soon as he received my call.
After a tiring drive, he wanted nothing more than to wash up and take a long nap to recharge before contacting me again.
However, just as he lay down next to the bed, he heard someone calling his name.
At first, Qin Jian ignored the voice, but soon it became clearer and louder, echoing in his ears. It got to the point where even covering his ears couldn't silence it. Eventually, he had no choice but to get up and follow the sound, walking for what felt like ages until he arrived at Evil Miasma Manor. He knew what came next.
Hearing him say this, I quickly hinted for him to follow me into the bathroom.
"Why did you call me here?" Qin Jian asked, looking bewildered.
"Your soul has left your body; you're walking lightly without a shadow. This is called Living Beings. You need to hurry back and ignore everything and everyone on the roadside. No matter who calls you, don't respond. Holding this half of the Five Emperor Coins should help you avoid anything that might obstruct your way home."
Qin Jian stared at me in disbelief, his eyes wide. "What?" He stepped back and looked behind him—there was no shadow.
"I think you've fallen under some strange enchantment that caused your soul to leave your body involuntarily. You need to return quickly."
Qin Jian was frightened, his face turning pale.
"Don't be scared; I'll help you." I closed my eyes slightly, focused my mind, and chanted the soul-returning spell: "Return." Qin Jian vanished from in front of me, and when I walked out alone, everyone was watching me.
"Where's Qin Jian?" the chubby one asked curiously.
"He went back; he still has work to do," I replied nonchalantly, looking at Mi and the chubby one. "Everyone wash up and sleep; it's been a long day."
Ling Er gave a wry smile before turning to leave.
Pang went to his compartment.
My world suddenly fell silent, and I could finally sleep peacefully. However, there was still one thing on my mind—the matter of the Monkey Spirit. It had been a few days since he returned home from the hospital, and it was now the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
The fifteenth day of the seventh month is when the Yin Qi is at its strongest during Ghost Month, and it marks the opening of the Hell Gate.
The Hell Gate is wide open!
The Hell Gate is wide open!
The Hell Gate is wide open!
These words echoed in my mind like Tang Seng's Tightening Spell, making me dizzy. After a while, I heard a faint voice calling out from somewhere, as if it were coming from far away, "Seven, seven..." Is someone calling me? I leaned forward to sit up but found it difficult; the room felt too dark, and I couldn't make out the position of the window. I could only judge by instinct, but all I saw was darkness.
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