Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 598 Infinite Zoom

After this incident, the atmosphere in the courtyard became even more tense. Qin Huairu was completely disappointed with Yi Zhonghai and the aunt, and the conflict between Yi Zhonghai and the aunt became deeper and deeper. Sha Zhu looked at all this, feeling helpless. He just hoped that everyone could live in harmony and stop making trouble, but things were getting worse and worse, and the future of the courtyard became confusing.

The haunted courtyard in SiheyuanRecently, the Siheyuan seems to be shrouded by an invisible haze, and an indescribable weird atmosphere permeates the air. Every night when it is quiet and silent, the sound of a woman crying can be heard faintly in the yard. The cry is like a thread, entangled, like crying, full of endless sorrow and pain, which is infinitely magnified in the quiet night, and it seems particularly eerie and terrifying, making everyone who hears it feel cold and their hair stand on end. In Qin Huairu's house, since the rumors of haunting spread like wildfire, the lights are on every night, as bright as day. Jia Zhang was so scared that her face turned pale as paper, as if all the blood had been taken away. She hugged Xiaodang and Huaihua tightly with both hands, and the force seemed to rub the two children into her body. She kept muttering in her mouth: "What can I do? Is there something dirty that is entangled with us? God, please bless our family to be safe." The voice was crying and trembling. Qin Huairu pretended to be calm, but the panic in her eyes was hard to conceal. She paced back and forth in the room, her steps hurried and messy, and then turned out all the objects in the house that she thought could ward off evil spirits. The old bronze mirror, the yellowed talisman paper, and the eight-diagram plate that she found from nowhere were all placed in the most conspicuous places by her, as if this would build a solid line of defense for this home. In order to be courageous, Sha Zhu picked up the kitchen knife that he usually used to cut vegetables and sat in the main hall. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any corner. But every time the shrill cry sounded, his hand holding the kitchen knife would still tremble slightly uncontrollably, and the blade flashed cold light under the dim light, but it could not dispel the fear in his heart. At Yi Zhonghai's home, after hearing the first ghost cry, the aunt was frightened like a frightened rabbit and dived into the quilt, revealing only a pair of frightened eyes, which rolled around and were full of anxiety. Although Yi Zhonghai was also very nervous and frightened, he still tried to straighten his back, pretended to be calm and patted the aunt in the quilt, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, maybe it's an illusion. Our courtyard has always been peaceful and safe. How could there be any ghosts? It must be because of the recent rumors. You must have heard it wrong." But his eyes revealed a trace of anxiety that was difficult to conceal. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep at all. The sound of the ghost crying was like a magic sound filling his ears, constantly echoing in his mind. At the second uncle's house, in order to maintain his dignity in front of his family, the second uncle shouted loudly: "What are you afraid of? There are no ghosts in this world. Someone must be trying to scare us. I think someone is just bored and wants to play a prank." Although he said it tough, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his nervousness. As he spoke, he instructed the second aunt to wipe the idols worshipped in the house carefully and lit incense respectfully. The smoke rose, but it failed to dispel the tense atmosphere in the house. The second aunt's voice trembled and she asked in a crying voice: "Old man, do you think this is true? Why am I so scared?" The second uncle's sons also hid in the house, huddled together, not daring to breathe. Occasionally, the wind blew through the window, making a "creaking" sound, which would scare them all over. At the home of the third uncle Yan Bugui, the third uncle was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and sitting at a table piled with various books, from ancient county chronicles to folk history. He tried to find a way to exorcise ghosts from these yellowed pages. His brows were furrowed, his eyes quickly scanned between the pages, and he kept muttering: "It's impossible. There are so many books, how can I not find a useful method?" The third aunt kept nagging at the side, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands: "How can we live like this? What if this ghost keeps haunting us? What can we do with our family?" The children were crowded in a small room, snuggling together, their small bodies trembling slightly because of fear. In the dark, every slight movement could make them stare in horror. For several consecutive days, the residents of the courtyard were exhausted by the strange crying. During the day, everyone had dark circles under their eyes, and they were listless and absent-minded at work; at night, the ghost crying became an indelible nightmare, which made everyone afraid to sleep at night, and their mental state became worse and worse. Yi Zhonghai looked at everyone's haggard faces, and his heart was full of worries. He knew that if this continued, the whole courtyard would be in chaos, so he decided to find the second and third uncles to discuss countermeasures. Yi Zhonghai invited the second and third uncles to his home. The three of them sat around the slightly worn wooden table, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out. "This can't go on like this. Everyone has been tossed around enough." Yi Zhonghai was the first to break the silence, with a bit of fatigue and helplessness in his voice. There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and his brows were tightly wrinkled into the shape of the word "chuan". The second uncle nodded heavily, his expression very serious, "I think so too, this ghost cry is loud every day, we can't live a normal life. If it goes on like this, our work will be affected, and my family can't stand it anymore." As he spoke, he rubbed his face hard with his hands, as if this could dispel the haze in his heart. The third uncle pushed the glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses flashed with a thoughtful light, "I've flipped through a lot of books, but I haven't found any good solutions. How about we ask a Taoist priest to take a look? I heard that some Taoist priests have strong magic power and specialize in dealing with these evil things." Although his voice was steady, his slightly trembling hands still exposed his inner uneasiness. Yi Zhonghai and the second uncle looked at each other and saw recognition in each other's eyes. The three of them hit it off, so they began to ask around and ask people to find connections, and finally found a Taoist priest who was said to have strong magic power. When the Taoist priest arrived at the courtyard, it was almost evening. The sunset glow on the horizon was like blood, dyeing the whole courtyard with a layer of weird color. The Taoist priest was dressed in a black robe with fluttering sleeves, holding a white whisk in his hand. His face was stern, and his eyes revealed a reassuring majesty.