Chapter 005: Ghost Wall

Old Man Li lives on the east side of the town. Our town is centered around a crossroads, from which many houses have branched out. After I walked out of his neighborhood, I touched my arm and noticed how suddenly it had become chilly. Looking up at the sky, I realized it had completely darkened.

Chen Hui

The old superstitious man nodded and said: "Indeed, the first reason is that we cannot defeat him; the second reason is that the Yellow Emperor buried him with great honor at that time, even observing a period of mourning for seven days as an apology, which is how the resentment of this esteemed figure was alleviated"

Isn't this nonsense? How could a vengeful spirit possibly defeat the Yellow Emperor? I smiled wryly, treating it as just another mythological tale

What do you think? Do you think you can learn to draw talismans in just a few tries? Otherwise, I could just get a printer and print out thousands of talismans, saving myself the trouble of drawing them slowly. It's already quite good if an average person can achieve some small success within a year. You may leave now; I still need to watch television.

I scratched my head; although it felt strange, I didn't think much of it and turned back to continue walking. However, after about a minute, something felt off. This road usually takes only half a minute to walk through, and yet after a minute, it seemed I was still in the middle of it!

Furthermore, I gave you this book for you to study diligently, and I do not expect you to master it in just two months. Take your time to learn. Before you are able to deal with that ghost, I will keep an eye on it for you. Your mother will not come to harm. Once you have learned, you can handle it.

In fact, your father is a master of yin and yang. Did your mother tell you ghost stories about Mr. Chen and the Wang family from a young age? That was actually your father. After resolving the issues with the Wang family, your father married your mother, but soon after, a woman came to their door, as there seemed to be some problems with the family's feng shui

What does it mean? Because of the matter with the ghost at home, I almost forgot about the ghost I encountered yesterday. Upon hearing the old superstition say this, my heart tightened. The old superstition smiled and said: "It's that little girl on you. But fortunately, although this ghost is a fierce one with heavy resentment, she doesn't intend to harm you. If you don't help her take revenge, she will definitely fight you to the end."

The old superstition states: "That one in your family is a vengeful spirit, a manifestation of unresolved grievances. However, it cannot overpower your father’s spirit. At that time, cough, your father later left for a distant place, unable to guard you and your mother. Yet, all along, your father felt guilty towards this elderly woman, which is why he sealed her within this stone statue."

Shaking my head, I wondered why it was getting dark so quickly today. I didn't think much of it at the time; the weather in Chongqing is just like that, very changeable. I headed in the direction of home, following an old superstition that there was a shortcut through my residential area. It was quite remote, a narrow alley about twenty meters long and one meter wide. I don't know what got into me, but I walked into this path. It was very cold inside, and as soon as I entered, I shivered. Shaking my head again, I walked about halfway when suddenly it felt like a little girl was calling me from behind.

"My dad? What is my dad's name? Why have I never seen him since I was little?" My heart skipped a beat. I mentioned earlier that I was raised by my mother since childhood. I have never seen what my dad looks like since I was born. How could that statue possibly be related to my father?

There is a bottle of white liquor in the kitchen containing a bottle of black dog blood, as well as a box of vermilion and yellow paper. You can take it back yourself

You never told me the specifics, only that your father went to their house to assess the feng shui. However, that woman inexplicably passed away, and then she transformed into a vengeful spirit.

"Foolishness, because you are a person of the Year of the Dragon, born in the Year of the Dragon, the Month of the Dragon, the Day of the Dragon, and the Hour of the Dragon, your fate is lowly, making you susceptible to encountering spirits. Generally, if a spirit attaches itself to an ordinary person for a day, that person is likely to fall seriously ill, and if it lasts for several days, they are doomed to die. But you are different, which is why you were chosen." The old superstitious man chuckled and said, "Practice those talismans well; this spirit is not as frightening as you think. It won't harm you, even if it harms others. Just by looking at her, you can tell she has been wronged by dark forces. Only by diligently cultivating your Taoist skills can you help her seek revenge. Also, do not expect me to assist you with anyone other than her. She died unjustly and only seeks revenge; I will not indiscriminately kill such spirits, as doing so would only add to my own karmic burden."

Suddenly, the old superstition seemed to recall something, and hurriedly changed the subject, saying: "Let's not mention your father anymore; let's talk about that ghost instead."

"You should at least give me some vermilion or black dog blood, otherwise I might just go kill a dog right now." I shot him a glance, thinking about my status and position. One year? Haha, give me a week and I'll show you what a genius is.

Isn't it enough for you to just give me something ready-made? I looked down at this small book, which had a somewhat low-quality feel to it. However, upon opening it, I found it was written in vernacular, explaining how to draw symbols and various other things. I couldn't quite understand it; it seemed rather complicated.

He threw it to me and said: "This thing is some talismans. When you go back, mix some vermilion with black dog blood, and then just follow the instructions above. Make a few talismans for self-protection, and stick a few in your mother's room as well."

This voice was soft and gentle, reminiscent of a delicate girl. At that moment, I thought some young lady had taken a liking to me. When I turned around, the street behind me was empty, with only a few leaves on the ground being lifted by the wind, but there was no one behind me

Do you mean that this thing takes a long time to learn

I walked into the kitchen and took the bottle of black dog blood and the vermilion yellow paper. Initially, I intended to leave directly, as I do not have the habit of greeting him. However, upon reflection, he had helped me, and in the end, I brought him a few items. So I turned around and said, "Old Li, I'm leaving now."

By the way, the old superstitious person looked at me and asked, "Where did that fierce ghost and the picture book on you come from? The one that's clinging to your back."

"Help her take revenge? Big brother, I have no money and no power, how can I help her take revenge?" I frowned and looked at the old superstitious man, saying, "Moreover, there are so many people on this street, why would she choose to ask me for help? Is it because I look handsome?"

"The Soul-Devouring Ghost?" I looked at the old superstitious man with curiosity. He said, "This type of ghost is one that has been wrongfully killed but cannot take revenge. Its origins can be traced back to ancient times. It is said that after the Yellow Emperor defeated Chiyou, his battle tiger accidentally bit an old man. This old man took seven days and nights to die, and in the end, he transformed into a vengeful spirit seeking retribution"

The old superstitious person, seeing my desperate pleading, sighed and said: "Then I will tell you some things, but do not ask about what I do not wish to disclose."

"Look at you, you could secretly take him out for me to carry out a humane destruction, but your mother disagrees. Her exact words to me were that your family has wronged this ghost and cannot kill it, only perform a rite of passage. However, your father did not observe mourning like the Yellow Emperor did, and her resentment has only grown over the years." The old superstitious man shook his head and looked at me, then thought for a moment and pulled out a small book from behind him, the kind that used to be sold at street stalls, about the size of a palm.

I noticed that the old superstitious person seemed reluctant to speak, so I became anxious and quickly said: "Old superstitious person, please, tell me what is going on. Also, what was that guy who went out before saying about a curse on me and an evil spirit?"

As soon as I heard this, I understood and asked, "So what should I do now? It doesn't matter if I go to Chongqing for my studies, but I can't just leave my mother at home like this. This situation is like a time bomb; can I really leave with peace of mind"

After the old superstition was mentioned, he turned on the television to watch a program called "If You Are the One." To be honest, I found it quite puzzling; the show isn't particularly interesting. If it were a group of older men choosing a young woman, it might be somewhat entertaining. However, watching a group of not-so-attractive older women, each spouting a bunch of life philosophies while selecting a man, is truly uninteresting. Yet, the old man Li particularly enjoys it. Observing those middle-aged women nearly drooling, one can hardly reconcile that with the masterful demeanor he had while speaking with me earlier. But again, a group of not-so-attractive older women, each spouting a bunch of life philosophies while selecting a man, is truly uninteresting. Yet, the old man Li particularly enjoys it. Observing those middle-aged women nearly drooling, one can hardly reconcile that with the masterful demeanor he had while speaking with me earlier.

The old superstitious person lay back and shook his head, saying: "This won't do. At my age, I can't be bothered to meddle in these matters for you. Moreover, you must understand that this is your family affair and can only be handled by you. That talisman was merely to temporarily subdue that entity for you; I am not trying to alarm you. That entity's resentment is growing stronger by the day."

Li Shigao also ignored me. I put the secret manual that the old superstitious person gave me, along with the box of cinnabar and yellow paper, into my pants pocket, and walked out the door holding a bottle of wine

When I heard the old superstition saying that it wouldn't harm anyone, I felt a sense of relief in my heart. Although the old superstition later directly refused to help me, I still felt much more at ease.

Did I encounter a wall of ghosts today, being bewitched by spirits?