Suddenly, hearing Mo Ting say there was a ghost in the house.
My heart skipped a beat, my nerves instantly tensed:
"Where, where?"
I asked in surprise, scanning the surroundings like Mo Ting.
The room was so small.
If there really was a ghost, where was it hiding?
The two of us, with unspoken understanding, stood back-to-back.
Our heads swiveled, scanning every corner of the room. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Mo Ting held a peach wood sword in one hand and a Bagua compass in the other.
The compass needle swung and swayed erratically:
"I can confirm it's in this room.
But, but I don't know where it is!"
As Mo Ting spoke, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
I also began to feel a sense of dread.
We were here to deal with evil spirits.
But faced with the unknown, we were still nervous and felt fear...
Besides some old furniture, the room was empty.
If Mo Ting was right, then where could this ghost be?
I looked up at the ceiling beams, my brows furrowed.
Could it be that this evil spirit was clinging to the roof?
The moment this thought crossed my mind, I spoke to Mo Ting:
"Old Mo, is this evil spirit clinging to the roof?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ting also abruptly raised his head.
"Ye-yes, it's possible."
We both looked up, our gaze fixed on the ceiling.
However, just as we were focused on the ceiling,
And speculating that there was an evil spirit above, a strange sound came from the ground not far away.
"Screech, screech, screech..."
In the silent old house, a bizarre "screeching" sound suddenly erupted.
The sound was like fingernails scratching on wooden planks.
It sounded sharp, piercing, and made one's hair stand on end.
"What was that!"
Mo Ting exclaimed, looking towards the darkness in the corner of the old house...
I also darkened my expression and looked towards the source of the sound.
Not far, only a few meters away.
The sound was clear, intermittent, but piercingly distinct.
Where there's smoke, there's fire; I dared not be careless.
I said to Mo Ting beside me:
"Be careful! It might be the evil spirit."
Mo Ting nodded, very alert.
Then, Mo Ting and I cautiously approached the sound's origin.
As we drew closer, Mo Ting and I could see the location clearly.
There was a wooden plank there, with a handle.
It looked like an entrance to a cellar?
This kind of setup was common in our village back then.
It was used for storing grain, convenient for access in winter and also a deterrent to thieves.
We exchanged glances and said in unison:
"A cellar!"
The cellar cover had a thick layer of dust, and the light was insufficient.
We hadn't noticed it after entering the house.
Upon closer inspection now, we found that this spot had the heaviest yin energy.
Since there was a ghost in this house, and the cellar entrance was making strange noises, then there was no doubt.
This ghost must be in this cellar.
"Brother Qin, it seems you guessed wrong. This evil spirit is in the cellar."
As he spoke, Mo Ting brought the compass closer to the cellar entrance.
He found that the needle was spinning even faster and more violently.
Seeing this, Mo Ting was one hundred percent certain that the scratching on the cellar cover was an evil spirit.
I nodded:
"Don't be careless, let's check it out first!"
As I said this, I vigilantly stood with Mo Ting at the cellar entrance and observed for a while.
Besides the scratching sound, there were no other noises.
Feeling the strangeness of this cellar.
"Brother Qin, why do you think the evil spirit inside isn't coming out?"
Mo Ting was suspicious.
Not only him, but I also found it strange.
Is it not coming out? Or is it unable to come out?
Or perhaps, could what's inside the cellar be the ghost babies captured by the fierce spirit?
Could the little female ghost Ling Ling, who had helped me, still be alive?
The "screech, screech" sound continued, seeming to become more urgent.
Thinking of this, a flicker of hope ignited within me.
Mo Ting and I couldn't just stand there indefinitely.
So I said:
"Old Mo, open the lid."
After speaking, I took out the Bagua mirror and aimed it at the cellar entrance.
Mo Ting didn't hesitate and moved closer, preparing to open the cellar lid.
Once something emerged from inside, it would be immediately exposed to the Bagua mirror.
If it was a fierce spirit.
I would also act immediately, using the peach wood sword to slay the evil spirit, ensuring our safety.
With preparations made, we exchanged a look.
Mo Ting then forcefully pulled the lid open.
But as he exerted force, he couldn't open the wooden lid.
He adjusted his shoulder and put in his strongest effort,
Then there was a "bang," and Mo Ting snapped off the iron handle on the cellar cover.
He stumbled, falling to the ground.
"Damn..."
Mo Ting exclaimed in surprise.
I was tense, pointing the Bagua mirror in my hand at the cellar entrance, and asked Mo Ting:
"Old Mo, are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine, why is this lid so heavy, I can't pull it!"
Mo Ting complained.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a faint, weak child's voice drifted from the cellar entrance:
"Big brother, is that you?"
The voice was very soft and weak.
But both Mo Ting and I heard it clearly.
We were startled and froze for a moment.
But the voice continued:
"I'm Li Lingling, you, you're the big brother who stepped on my apples? Wuwuwu!"
As she spoke, she seemed to be struggling.
It sounded like words being squeezed out in her dying moments, followed by choked sobs.
Mo Ting looked bewildered upon hearing this.
But upon hearing these words, my heart was thrown into a tempest.
My expression changed to one of shock and delight:
"Ling Ling! Yes, it's me, I'm the one who stepped on your apples..."