CH 112.3

July 9, 2022Ai Hrist

Lin Qingyin, who was standing at the door, saw this scene and immediately took out a pebble from her pocket and flicked it towards the people. The pebble hit the woman’s arm.

The woman who was hit by the stone cried in horror, hurriedly let go of Zhu Chengze’s hand, and took a few steps back until she leaned on the Kang before she stopped. Afterward, she trembled and rushed over in a hurry, pushing Zhu Chengze out vigorously: “Go away, never come back in the future.”

After seeing the deranged scene, Zhu Chengze felt like he was going crazy. He looked at Lin Qingyin who was standing at the door with tortoiseshell in her hands, and pleaded: “Master Lin, please save my mother.”

Lin Qingyin grabbed something in her pocket and a handful of stones appeared in her palm. She threw the stones at random and landed them in different places in the room. When the last stone landed in front of the cabinet, it made a rolling sound and then disappeared.

At this moment, Zhu Chengze felt that the coldness of the room gradually receded, and instead, he felt that the room was a little stuffy. The woman also seemed to sense the changes in the room. She dragged Zhu Chengze behind her with some unease, and looked at Lin Qingyin with great vigilance: “Who are you?”

“Mom, she is the master I invited.” Zhu Chengze stuck his head out and introduced to his mother, “She is a member of the Fortune-Telling Club of our school and is very famous.”

Mother Zhu has no culture, and she doesn’t know what the Fortune-Telling Club means, but she understands that this girl was invited by her son. She hesitated for a while as if she didn’t know what to do.

Lin Qingyin stood at the door and watched for a long time, and had already figured out the situation in the house. She closed the door and turned on the lights in the room, and the room was suddenly brighter.

With a wave of her hand, the veil on the woman’s face flew up and landed at Lin Qingyin’s feet. Lin Qingyin walked closer to observe the woman’s face, then turned her head and pointed to the photo of the man on the cabinet and asked Zhu Chengze’s mother, “Is this your husband?”

Mother Zhu stared at Lin Qingyin for a moment with bright scary eyes, and then slowly said: “My name is Guo Chunhua, and I am Zhu Chengze’s mother. This photo is the posthumous photo of my husband.”

Lin Qingyin nodded at the posthumous photo on the cabinet and asked in a slow voice: “Before your husband died, you two agreed to bury him in an evil place, right? You don’t have a special physique, so it stands to reason that you can’t be a yin person. Only if your husband voluntarily attaches his soul to you, then you can be a yin person.”

Looking at Guo Chunhua’s pale face, Lin Qingyin’s eyes fell on the mass of black energy that was desperately squeezed into the cabinet: “Strong yin can indeed make the soul stay in the world for a longer time, but also that’s all. So you buried your husband’s body in the land of yin and evil. Only this place can make his soul have power and bring you souls one after another. You don’t know too much about it, so you never thought that the consequences would be so serious before, right?”

Guo Chunhua lowered her head and didn’t say a word. Seeing this, Zhu Chengze asked anxiously: “Master Lin, what are the consequences?”

“The land of yin and evil can indeed make the soul stronger, but over time, under the influence of fierce and evil energy, the soul will gradually lose its consciousness, leaving only the instinct of devouring and killing. He will forget everything in this world. He will forget his wife and son. The only thing will he will think about is to devour the yin energy to strengthen his strength.” Lin Qingyin looked at Guo Chunhua’s face and said, “He regards you as a container, and you, as an ordinary person, can’t resist his yin energy at all.”