name!" The grandfather's withered hand clenched tightly around his cane, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes."When a son returns home, to the tranquil southern mountains, longing for both hi...Song Wei chased after me and slipped, tumbling to the ground.

I fumbled for my phone to illuminate the darkness, and said to Song Wei, "Don't follow me, it's dangerous."

The phone opened, and under the cold light, a round head lay in the grass.

"Oh my god!! *cough cough...*" Song Wei jumped behind me in fright.

"Don't panic, this seems to be... a dummy..." I picked up a dead branch and poked at the head.

The head rolled over, with curved eyebrows, eyes squinting from smiling, and a face adorned with red paper. Most striking was the blood-red beauty mark on her forehead.

Paper man

I just reacted, and suddenly found that the blood-red spot on my forehead was rapidly turning black. I hurriedly took out the exorcism talisman and slapped it onto the paper man's head.

That beauty mark actually burned a hole in the talisman paper!

"Cough cough cough...sputter sputter...I'm dying, I bit my tongue from being scared!" Song Wei grabbed the corner of my clothes and spat out some bloody saliva.

The blood that came out of his mouth, spitting it out carelessly, landed on the paper man’s head and actually burned through a few holes.

"Wow, Xiao Qiao, your talisman is so amazing. I'm truly impressed..." Song Wei said in surprise.

Your pure yang tongue tip blood is more powerful than ordinary talisman paper, isn't it!

I am speechless, no wonder pure yang blood is so valuable, this casual spit saves the trouble of breaking demonic and exorcising evil talismans.

But I didn't dare tell Song Wei, I was afraid that with her personality, she would no longer take ghosts and monsters seriously from now on, and even go out of her way to curse them.

The paper figure's head had been burned through with several black holes. Song Wei looked around and asked, "Where's the ghost"

"I ran," I said.

"...And where is the lower half of this paper man's body"

"It's running on the lower half of its body..." I answered honestly.

Song Wei looked at me with a hint of disdain: "I thought you were such a master. After all this fuss, you just ran away... This has already alerted the enemy. Who knows if that ghost will dare to come again..."

I awkwardly raised my hand and said, “There’s no way... I got hurt in my arm, so the finger spells always come out crooked…”

But with you here, I'm not really afraid anymore... How about we search the woods Song Wei raised her hand.

I saw that she was holding a cane in her hand and asked, "Where did you get this"

“Hey, you just told me to go in and see the old lady, right This is the old woman's cane. It's usually kept behind the door. Today I put it on the windowsill, but it wasn't stable and fell down. I was busy chasing after you and ran out holding the cane.” Song Wei explained.

By the window

In the countryside, because there are no large open spaces, courtyards are built along the edges of houses. They don't completely enclose the entire house; they just create a patch of land in front of it.

The elderly person's house has window bars outside the windows, and directly outside the window is a small alley and fields.

And this cane... I took it in my hand and carefully felt its texture, examining the grain under the light.

"This is the jujube tree..."

Jujube wood is very suitable for carving root carvings and walking sticks. In Daoist artifacts, jujube wood is also a kind of wood that wards off evil.

The paper man should have been lying on the windowsill, a ghost trying to come in, but it bumped into this cane and ran away.

"What are we going to do now, Xiao Qiao With just this paper head, how can we continue the chase" Song Wei bent down and picked up the paper head.

"You, you put that down!" I didn't even dare to touch it casually. This tomboy really, really makes me speechless.

In a way, her pure yang bloodline is both loved and hated by those in the yin-yang circle.

Paper figures aren't uncommon, I've seen quite a few in remote villages before... But this paper figure has a drop of blood between its brows, I wonder what kind of magic that is.

It was pitch black outside, and the forest was even darker. I couldn't take Song Wei into the mountains like this.

Fortunately, this is a relatively peaceful and tranquil village with small temples dedicated to the god of fortune and good luck scattered among the fields.

In the countryside, people often build a background wall and place a small statue of Land God. Villagers will come to offer incense during festivals.

I summon the spirits of this land. A gust of wind blows, and a very old man, accompanied by a small spirit attendant, stands far, far, far away and bows deeply to me.

I was stunned. Why are you so far away

"......Little Empress, the woman by your side has pure yang blood and even carries killing intent. As beings from the Underworld, we can't get too close, lest it clash with each other, which would be detrimental to both our auras and cultivation..." The Land God spoke to me from afar.

I had no choice but to turn back to Song Wei and say, "Just stand here and don't move. I'll go check the situation... Don't follow me... Even ghosts are afraid of you!"

Song Wei pouted in disagreement, but didn't say anything.

This is the vegetable garden outside Lao Shi's back door. There is an old tree here, and the Land God and his little ghosts are standing right here. Sure enough, old trees are easy to gather spiritual energy and vital essence. It's best not to have old trees near your home.

"Greetings, Little Lady…" This land patriarch, I don't know which era he's from, is even bowing to me.

I hurriedly replied in a low voice, "Just now I chased after a black shadow, but my Ghost Shackling Technique went awry. The spirit wasn't restrained, it only managed to break the head of this paper effigy... Do you know who in the realm is skilled in the art of paper figures"

The Land God glanced at the little ghost attendant beside him. The little ghost attendant knelt on the ground and said, "Little Madam, here—"

"You, you get up and speak, I'm not used to this…" I couldn't help but interrupt him,

The little devil chuckled and patted his knee, whispering, "I've always heard that the young mistress is kind, but we should still be polite..."

He smiled sheepishly, which reminded me of Ah Meng and Ah Dai. I wonder how they are doing now after returning to the underworld to report back with their last wisp of ghostly energy...

"Little Mistress" The little ghost official saw me daydreaming and carefully called out.

"Oh, you say, you say." I hastily steadied my composure.

"There's an old fortune teller in this village, Zhang Lao Tai, who is famous for miles around. If a family has any troubles at home or needs someone to choose auspicious dates for burial, they'd all go to her. This paper figure is probably hers too. Her house is basically a funeral parlor…" the little ghost messenger reported.

Under the guidance of the little demon, I found Zhang Lao Tai's home in the village.

I quietly crouched under the window, motioning to Song Wei behind me to stay silent. We listened together to the conversation inside.

Old Aunt Shi was also in the house. Dressed elegantly, she naturally spoke in a loud voice. She shouted in the room: "Aunt Zhang, are you saying that this Song girl is hard-fated and will kill her husband!"

"...it's not absolute, it's one life, two luck, three feng shui. If the later is remedied well, you can still get along... But if she lives in your house, she will hurt those with weak constitutions. It's not advisable for her to live at home." Old Zhang's dialect was very heavy, and I roughly understood seven or eight out of ten.

Is this to get rid of Song Wei If Song Wei hadn't rushed in to help the old woman this afternoon, that trace of evil energy wouldn't have dissipated so quickly.

"It's you who said marrying for a good fortune is possible! These days, women are precious, finding someone to marry isn't easy at all! Besides, my nephew is ambitious and has his own ideas. We introduced him to others before, but he wasn't happy about it." Lao Shi's aunt cried out, "Now you say this Song girl will bring bad luck to the elders, so are we marrying her or not!"

Lao Shi's aunt had a heavy accent, and Song Wei also got the general idea from what she said.

"Humph." Song Wei's temper was completely up, she shoved that scrap of paper into my hand, didn't even go through the door, jumped up, stomped on the earthen wall to gain momentum, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and flipped herself in!

"Hey! You—" I couldn't stop him, I wasn't good at wall-scaling.

I took two steps and felt a chill gathering behind me, a faint cold fragrance drifting... He was here.

Jiang Qiyun had already grown accustomed to my appearances in all sorts of ravines, wildernesses, haunted houses, and desolate graveyards. He no longer bothered to look around, his gaze fixed on what I held in my hand—uld you be free to come over to my place I'm really worried about my mom... Of course, I wouldn't let you guys go through all that trouble for nothing. The fee—" He smiled at me, waiting for me to nam...