"When is the seventh day of the seventh month?"
Hong Xin raised his hand and began to count on his fingers, looking somewhat mysterious. Ming Li’s eyes twitched. After a moment, he said, "It should be soon."
Ming Li: "..."
Seeing Ming Li turn to leave, Hong Xin suddenly thought of something and tentatively asked, "Little girl, do you know where those guys went?"
Ming Li immediately understood what he meant. She turned back and said in a strange voice, "Dead. Soul scattered type of dead."
Hong Xin: "..." Why did he suddenly feel a chill down his spine?
Seeing his ghost-like expression, Ming Li’s lips twitched. "Alright, take care of yourself."
As she spoke, she turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished from the spot, leaving Hong Xin stunned.
Aren't ghosts supposed to float? What's with turning into smoke?
After Ming Li left home, she randomly grabbed a few wandering minor ghosts on the mountain and asked for the way to the underworld, but not a single ghost knew.
Finally, Ming Li learned from an elderly ghost that the Ghost Gate only opened once a year, and ghost envoys would come out to collect souls. Therefore, to go to the underworld, one had to wait for the Ghost Gate to open. However, they didn’t know where or when the Ghost Gate opened, as it was unpredictable.
Ming Li went to the place the elderly ghost told her was the last opening of the Ghost Gate. She found nothing unusual there, except for a slightly heavier Yin energy.
After thinking for a moment, Ming Li reached behind her and pulled out a yellowed talisman, sticking it onto the trunk of a nearby tree. As soon as the talisman touched the tree, it visibly disappeared into the air.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
Just as Ming Li was sticking the talisman, a somewhat aged voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Turning around, she saw a stooped old man standing behind her, looking at her with unfriendly eyes.
Looking at the old man before her, Ming Li’s lips curved.
Isn't this the old man who gave the original owner that painting? He's come looking for her. Good.
The old man did not seem intimidated by Ming Li’s striking appearance. He continued to stare at her with unfriendly eyes, "Not bad, this soul must taste good."
Ming Li met his gaze and saw a flicker of greed in his cloudy eyes, which disgusted her.
As their eyes met, the air instantly turned sharp and deadly.
In the next moment, both of them moved.
The old man produced a red flag from somewhere and threw it towards Ming Li. However, before it reached her, it was burned to ashes by a flame.
The old man: "..." Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
While the old man was in a daze, a sword radiating a dangerous aura was already placed at his throat. A clear and pleasant voice echoed in his ear, "Is that all?"
The old man: "..."
When the old man finally reacted, the cloudy eyes darkened. He immediately crushed a black bead in his hand, and the next second, his figure vanished from the spot.
Arriving in an empty alley, the old man almost fell to the ground. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"Damn it! I can't believe she's gotten so powerful after only a few days since her death! Could she have become a vengeful spirit? No! It was finally a woman with an all-Yin birth chart, a perfect material for making ghost flags!" How could he miss this opportunity!
Ming Li, who had followed him, heard the old man's muttering and suddenly understood. So, the original owner was an all-Yin physique, someone had their eye on her, and then she was killed?