I am in a state of terror.
But the old beggar in front of me, holding his broken bowl, fled desperately.
From his panicked, clueless appearance, he was extremely afraid of whatever was behind me.
Feeling the chill on my back, I couldn't help but gasp.
How fierce could this thing be?
Even its own kind feared it so much.
But, if it's following me, why isn't it attacking me?
Could it be because my yang energy is still strong, making it apprehensive?
Waiting for me to turn around?
I'd seen some movies before that said people have three yang fires, on their head and shoulders.
When walking at night, if you turn around, it might extinguish or weaken these three yang fires.
This way, the unclean spirit could seize an opportunity...
Thinking about this, it felt like that might be the case.
Otherwise, why would Brother Chen have repeatedly warned me not to turn around when walking at night?
I gasped and shrunk my neck.
Holding the yellow chicken, I continued forward.
As long as the big yellow chicken didn't flutter, no matter who came, I wouldn't turn back today.
I thought to myself, quickening my pace.
Ahead, there was a rather desolate small hill.
On the hillside, many white banners were hanging.
Clearly, there were many graves on the hill.
I felt very resistant, but I had no other choice now, so I had to steel myself and go up the mountain.
Perhaps because of the good feng shui here, it faced the water and backed against the mountain.
The mountain was densely covered with grave mounds.
White banners fluttered everywhere, very conspicuous under the moonlight.
Coupled with this desolate wild graveyard, it was eerily terrifying to occasionally see one or two paper figures standing still.
I kept my head down, not daring to look left or right, to avoid my own panic.
Walking through the grave mounds alone, I could clearly hear the echo of my own breathing and footsteps.
That feeling was truly unbearable, oppressive, and tormenting.
Goosebumps rose all over my body, and cold sweat poured down.
My teeth chattered uncontrollably, the "ka ka ka" sound completely beyond my control.
But to escape that thing, I had no choice, so I had to press on bravely.
But just as I passed between two grave mounds.
Suddenly, my vision went black, as if a pair of icy hands had covered my entire face.
My breathing stopped.
I jolted in fear.
Already at the peak of my terror, I could no longer control myself.
Instinctively, I cried out:
"Ah!"
Terrified, I waved my hands, trying to grab the hands that were covering my face.
But as I grabbed, I was surprised to find.
It wasn't a human hand at all, but an old-fashioned ghost money bill, blown by the night wind, stuck directly to my face.
This kind of ghost money was dark yellow, larger than my palm, and just happened to cover my face.
My nerves were completely taut, so I had the illusion at first.
I thought it was an evil spirit attacking me, covering my face.
Seeing that it was ghost money, I breathed a sigh of relief and forced a wry smile.
But before I could catch my breath.
The big yellow chicken in my arms suddenly started to flutter.
Its retracted neck suddenly lifted.
It let out a "ge ge ge" sound.
That sound was exceptionally clear on this grave-laden hill.
Its wings were also flapping and struggling continuously.
As if it sensed something, it was very afraid...
At the same time, gusts of yin wind also appeared around.
"Hoo hoo hoo," it was very cold.
The soul banners swayed, and ghost money flew all over the mountain.
My heart skipped a beat.
Looking at the fluttering big yellow chicken, my breathing became rapid, and my entire body tensed up.
According to Brother Chen, when the big yellow chicken started to flutter,
I had to quickly burn my clothes, keep my hair, and smear myself with mud.
Put on his clothes, wear my shoes backward, and leave...
I had no time to think, I threw away the ghost money in my hand.
I hurriedly placed the yellow chicken on the ground, tying the red string on its leg to a nearby withered branch.
Then I quickly took off my clothes.
One, then two, then I took out my lighter and lit a fire.
"Ka, ka, ka ka ka..."
When I usually lit a cigarette, the lighter was easy to ignite.
But at this moment, because my hands were shaking.
It was somewhat uncontrollable, failing after seven or eight attempts.
I had to hold the lighter with both hands.
"Ka ka," I flicked it twice.
Only then did I light the fire and set the clothes on the ground ablaze.
The clothes burned easily, emitting a foul smell.
The flames quickly became vigorous, but the flames that burned were a strange dark green.
The flames flickered, making "pu pu pu" sounds around the grave mounds.
And the direction the flames flickered was only towards the west.
My heart sank, and I quickly moved closer to the flames.
I used my body to block the flames, preventing them from being blown out.
With my body blocking them, the arc of the flames decreased significantly, but it still existed.
However, the clothes were soon reduced to black ash under the coverage of the flames.
Not afraid of being burned, I saw that the clothes had turned into black ash and some black lumps.
I grabbed a handful of the black ash and smeared it all over the big yellow chicken.
Before long, the entire yellow chicken was covered in black ash.
After doing this, I dug two handfuls of mud from the ground and smeared them forcefully onto myself.
At this point, I didn't mind the dirt, nor did I dislike the strange smell of the graveyard mud.
As long as I could survive, I wouldn't care about such things.
After doing all this, I put on Brother Chen's clothes.
I took off my shoes and put them on backward.
And I reached up and forcefully pulled out a few strands of hair from my head, dropping them beside the yellow chicken.
Looking at the fluttering yellow chicken, which kept letting out "ge ge ge" sounds.
I said softly:
"Uncle Chicken, I'm sorry tonight."
After speaking, I bowed to the big yellow chicken.
Considering it a thank you for taking my place.
Then, I hurriedly ran forward.
Instead of abruptly turning back.
Upon seeing a tree, I circled it once, then walked in the direction I came from.
But I didn't take the original path; instead, I took a detour.
But looking back at the yellow chicken's location from a distance, I saw what appeared to be a person in white standing there.
Motionless, just standing there.
My heart clenched in fear, worried she would discover me.
Crouching, I ran forward desperately...
After running down the grave hill, the echo of my footsteps disappeared.
The cold feeling from behind was gone.
I felt much more relaxed, even experiencing a sense of joy at having escaped a disaster.
I knew that this matter wasn't over yet.
Now that the yellow chicken had taken my place, it had only temporarily confused the unclean spirit.
The next step was to evade the entity's perception.
Smearing myself with mud and putting on clothes could only mask my scent.
Wearing shoes backward would prevent the entity from discerning my direction of travel.
To be completely safe, I had to reach People's Park as soon as possible.
And await Brother Chen's next instructions...