Chapter 2, Return of the Evil Spirit 2

Without saying a word, Ye Jiannan packed his luggage and set off immediately. His father was his only relative; it was said that his mother left with another man when he was very young. Therefore, everything Ye Jiannan has today is solely due to his father's upbringing.

The mourning hall was quiet; it was not that the villagers were lacking in sentiment, but rather that the elderly in the village were very superstitious, which drove away the young people. Tonight marks the third day since Ye Jiannan's father passed away. According to custom, tonight, Ye Jiannan's father would return to haunt.

Ye Jiannan hurriedly rushed into the room, found a match from the spirit altar, and lit the candle

The father has already departed, and the courtyard is chillingly cold, devoid of any warmth. The only warmth has gone, along with the falling autumn leaves, and winter is about to arrive.

No, I will fight them, no, I am a special forces soldier, I am a special forces soldier, I killed them..." Ye Jiannan replied

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Jian Nan, my father has already passed away. I sent a Yin Shou Dan, and only then did the underworld allow my father to return for ten minutes. I have many things to say to you, do not be afraid, my father will not harm you! That snow-white face showed no change in expression, yet an empty voice echoed from the room, creating a very eerie atmosphere

Ye Jiannan frowned slightly; all of this was a dream, an illusion. He had never believed that ghosts existed in this world. He slapped himself across the face, and the dwindling intuition he had left told him that all of this was real

"Jian Nan, your father is an immortal. He knows that his lifespan has come to an end, so when he went out to handle matters this time, he told us to ensure that you train well in the army to protect your home and country in the future!" An elderly man stepped forward; it was Grandpa Yang from next door. If Ye Jian Nan has grown up alive, Grandpa Yang can be considered the first contributor.

How could the father have these things, and how has he been unaware of them all this time

With a sense of curiosity, Ye Jiannan opened the book, yet no one could have anticipated that this moment of intrigue would alter the course of his entire life. From that point on, he embarked on a nebulous journey between the realms of yin and yang

He suddenly recalled something; back in the day, the village experienced a series of deaths, and it was his father who took the initiative to set up a ritual to appease the spirits, which eventually restored peace. However, at that time, he was still young and did not understand the significance of the events. As he grew older and the village became assimilated into modern civilization, not only did he forget, but even his father's generation had very few who remembered. Only the elderly neighbor's generation would occasionally mention that incident. Of course, that had long become an old tale, regarded as a legend, and no one sought to verify its authenticity.

Ye Jiannan picked up the cloth bag, opened the sealing cloth strip, and some strange items appeared. Inside was a book, smaller than a palm, about the size of a miniature comic book. Additionally, there was a small box, on which the six characters "Biyin Pill, Yinshou Dan" were written in bold brush strokes.

Ye Jiannan rushed to the door in three large strides, only to see outside the gate many figures with disheveled hair and pale faces. Upon seeing him chase after them, they immediately floated away into the night sky, leaving no trace behind.

The night quietly descended, and the mountain village was enveloped in an extraordinary silence, as if all beings were mourning, gathering to pay tribute to this great father

"Father, why, why didn't you wait for me to come back?" Ye Jiannan shouted, showing no fear towards that face.

"Father!" Ye Jiannan shouted, at this moment, tears that could no longer be restrained flowed down in torrents.

However, when he appeared in the yard, he was completely stunned, his head buzzing, and he suddenly squatted down in the yard, unable to stand up again

The three characters "Mao Shan Shu" written in brush calligraphy caught Ye Jiannan's eye. He had heard some rumors about the Taoist priests of Mao Shan, who were said to be mythical figures known for exorcising demons and dispelling evil.

Open the row of the Bu Yin pills, where thirteen colored elixirs are displayed. A faint purple light emanates from the elixirs, giving them an eerie appearance

Revenge? Ye Jiannan, during his time in the special forces camp, was well-trained and immediately deduced that his father's death was not normal. He then asked, "Who is it? Who killed my father?"

The father's body lay peacefully in the coffin, completely still. Ye Jiannan even wondered why his father had not appeared. Where had his father gone?

Ye Jiannan remained silent, his mind a blank, unable to recall anything. He walked woodenly into the room and knelt before his father's memorial, bowing three times with a loud thud: "Father, why didn't you wait for me, why..."

In the dead of night, as the hour of Zi had arrived, Ye Jiannan would not believe in the rumors of ghosts and monsters. He knelt alone in the mourning hall, appearing dazed, as if he had already made a trip to hell.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ye Jiannan shouted, rushing towards the shadow.

He opened the coffin, no longer caring about the disrespect of opening a coffin. He felt that his father was right there in the coffin, having never left him.

An hour had passed when Ye Jiannan slowly opened his eyes. The room was devoid of any light, silent as if he had been dreaming, and now that the dream had ended, nothing remained.

The coffin creaked open, and a piece of paper covered my father's face, obscuring his features.

Although Ye Jiannan did not believe in the existence of ghosts and monsters, he was nonetheless influenced by the village and had heard some stories about supernatural beings, including the notion of the dead returning to seek revenge.

"Hurry, hurry, that kid can see us..." Eerie words echoed through the courtyard

Subsequently, Ye Jiannan opened a row labeled "Yin Shou Dan," and suddenly, it emitted a strange glow, illuminating the entire house with radiant light

Ye Jiannan returned hastily, solely to see his father for the last time. Unfortunately, he was still too late. When he entered the courtyard, many neighbors had already taken care of his father's funeral arrangements.

As he turned around, just as he was about to continue searching for matches, a snow-white face, almost devoid of any color, appeared right in front of him

What is this? Ye Jiannan saw a cloth bag resting on his father's chest. The bag was not large, only the size of a palm, and it was bulging, as if it contained many things. When his father was laid to rest, it was he himself who prepared the body, and at that time, there was no such item.

"Jian Nan, try to let it go. Everyone has to face death eventually. Your father was a good man, and we all remember him fondly. We hope he is living better in another world!" An elderly woman stepped forward and helped the nearly deranged Ye Jian Nan to his feet.

But at that moment, a gust of cold wind blew in, extinguishing the candles in the mourning hall, and no light could be seen in the room any longer

They have arrived, Jian Nan, quickly lie down, just pretend that nothing has happened, quickly lie down... The eerie tone, however, carried a hint of warmth; it was a form of care, a kind of love, an indescribable bond of kinship.

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Ye Jiannan opened the box. Although the box was small, it was divided into two layers. The upper layer had three small characters written on it: "Biyin Pill," while the other layer appeared to be more exquisitely packaged, with small characters stating: "Yinshou Dan"

Ye Jiannan slowly stood up, feeling around the table for a match, but at that moment, the open door suddenly emitted a creaking sound, as if someone had pushed it open

Ye Jiannan, a member of the special forces, has just turned twenty-two this year. On the very day of his twenty-second birthday, he received a call from his father, urging him to return quickly, or he would miss the chance to see his father for the last time

He suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping coldly over his shoulder. It was quiet behind him, not a sound to be heard.

But in that instant, those shadows suddenly vanished without a trace

Ye Jiannan's gaze was somber. When he glanced at the ground of the mourning hall, he saw many shadows frantically scrambling for the yin coins on the floor. These shadows made no sound at all, as if a silent film was being played out before his eyes

Ye Jiannan let out a sigh, how can the tales of ghosts and monsters be taken seriously

Jian Nan, your father has limited time left, listen to me, I have long known that my lifespan is coming to an end, therefore, this is fate, and no one can change it... I have returned to tell you not to seek revenge, but to return to the army and live well... That face moved slightly, and the eerie words echoed throughout the room

"Child, live well!" After saying this, a gigantic hand appeared behind that snow-white face and gave Ye Jiannan a pat on the head

"Father, you have returned?" Ye Jiannan exclaimed

At the time of death, Ye Jiannan was not by his side. The elderly man must have had many arrangements to make, so that night, the villagers all gave this opportunity to Ye Jiannan, allowing him to see his father one last time across the realms.

What is this?" Ye Jiannan closed the box with a question and took out the book that was smaller than the palm of his hand

The door rang, and faint footsteps could be heard approaching.