739 Massacre 4

ot as simple as getting close to me. Lily's father is the deputy mayor, and someone with power can make things easier for Mu Yunliang." I felt a twinge of worry in my heart.Jiang Qiyun coldly looked...I led the little ghost up, and the little ghost whispered to me, "Little Mistress, Your Majesty is so scary..."

“...I don't think so, you're just overthinking it, aren't you”

The little demon had a very awkward expression on his greenish-black face. It was quite comical to see him like that.

Jiang Qiyun was very strict with them. If they didn't do a good job, he would give them a cold stare, making them too nervous to even look up.

The source of the "dong dong..." sound was upstairs, with a continuous, faint dull thudding.

Outside the window, the sky had darkened. The entire factory area seemed to lie in a deep valley shrouded in perpetual darkness. Distant lights flickered, but here, a chill pervaded the air.

The boundary between yin and yang is not hard to discern. Places where darkness and strange sounds are clearly perceptible usually have things that should not linger there.

I raised my hand and conjured a small lotus flower. Its soft, silvery-white light bathed the area around me.

"Thud, thud, thud..." The rolling sound kept coming from the depths of the corridor. I walked forward, clutching a talisman in my hand. I was afraid of encountering something unexpected and my brain couldn't react in time.

The sound was getting closer, pursuing me. Something rolled into my field of view, glowing faintly.

The little imp immediately chained him up and yanked.

It is a head with long hair.

"Give it back to me!!" A heart-wrenching scream startled us. Even the little ghost messenger flinched in fright.

Suddenly, a headless woman with blood splattered on her clothes flew over from the darkness. When she pounced towards me, she was repelled by the red glow emanating from my unborn child in the womb.

She crawled toward me, desperately clutching the floor. I gave the imp a look, and he secretly loosened the chains. She grabbed hold of the head's hair and pulled it back, hugging it to her chest.

“Dong, dong dong…”

I even suspect that this sound is only audible to us because this is something ordinary people couldn't possibly see!

——She tried to put the head back on her neck, but it wouldn't stay. As soon as she let go, it fell forward onto the floor with a soft thud, then rolled a few times.

"...This way of falling, isn't it like being beheaded" It's a very severe punishment.

The little ghost clerk scratched his head and said, "Bring her in for questioning. All the female ghosts in this building are so strange."

Hanging and beheading are now extremely rare.

The little ghost just caught that spirit, and suddenly that hanged ghost popped out from behind us, rolling its eyes and sticking out its tongue, lunging at me.

In the blink of an eye, a ghostly portal ripped open behind me. The hanged ghost didn't even have time to brake before chains whipped out and dragged it inside.

The Ghost Gate slammed shut immediately, taking no more than a blink of an eye.

I look like Jiang Qiyun, he said faintly: "Don't always let these things disturb the child's sleep, it has delayed several days of growth time."

"Oh... I'll ask for clarification and give them a proper Buddhist ritual..." I replied softly.

The little ghost servant muttered under his breath, "Lord Emperor's speed... how many years would we have to cultivate! Why is he just watching Shouldn't he be training the Little Lady Empress to subdue demons and vanquish evildoers"

Sweat, yeah... I need to quickly transcend these restless spirits before his patience runs out.

But this headless woman has little consciousness left, and she won't answer any questions!

"Hee hee hee..." A white mist appeared on the ceiling again.

It looked like a huge tumor had popped out, or maybe it was that woman's head with the gray-white swollen face.

"Master, are you here to absolve us, or to subdue us" she asked with a sly smile. "If it's the former, then don't bother, we women like us have fallen into hell and can never get out. Even if we manage to escape, we'll be thrown into the animal realm...hee hee..."

Her swollen face contorted into a smile that was unsettlingly eerie, as if it could rip apart at any moment, revealing the flesh beneath.

"Who told you" Jiang Qiyun asked coldly.

"...Oh my, we were all told that during our lifetimes... You're so handsome~~ More handsome than my sweetheart... It's a pity he died long ago..." The ghost laughed one moment, and cried the next.

The animal realm, this is a Buddhist term.

All beings, due to their actions of ignorance and delusion, or because of their speech and thoughts, commit all kinds of evil deeds and fall into the realm of animals.

This temple venerates a saint who believed in Buddha, and the local villagers naturally also believe in Buddha.

"You are all women, why would you die in such different states And... and none of you have gone to the underworld to be reborn." I asked in a low voice.

The female ghost's eyes, squeezed into slits, stared at me. After a long silence, she sighed softly, "A young and beautiful woman like you hasn't experienced what despair truly feels like..."

What Why despair

"...We were all murdered." She said with a hint of irony, her voice soft as she recounted what had happened here.

The ancestors of this village migrated continuously from the Central Plains a thousand years ago. After settling down, they began to multiply and flourish. Over time, more and more people came here because of war.

Here, traditional customs have always been prevalent. People rely on the mountains for sustenance if they live near them and on the sea if they live by it. Fishermen go out to sea to fish, hoping for a good catch from the heavens. When storms arise, their fate is often sealed, with no trace of their remains left behind.

Some young widows were forced to remain unmarried in order to support their deceased husband's parents. In the past, having sons was considered essential for old-age security, and even if a couple had no children, the husband's family would never allow a wife to remarry.

Under such circumstances, women often work tirelessly to care for the elderly and see them through their final years, but end up alone and destitute in their later years.

Such prolonged oppression, and later in the Republic of China period, the large number of young and middle-aged men who risked sneaking abroad for work to avoid being conscripted, resulted in women here either being widowed or living as widows.

For nearly a thousand years, women here have been framed, abused, driven to death, ridden on wooden donkeys, submerged in pig cages, subjected to all manner of torture, all to force them to uphold chastity.

This village now has thousands of households, with virtually no poverty. However, a certain way of thinking persists, subtly ingrained in their bloodline.

"...You've been pampered by men, you can't possibly understand that kind of despair! Whether it's your body or your heart, you desperately need a man to satisfy and support the fragility of a woman's shoulders. But all you get in return is abuse, driving countless women to their deaths! Some wayward women are even punished with corporal punishment!"

"Have you seen the women hanged And those poisoned with arsenic, forced to swallow gold... This one was beheaded by the government, and that one was stabbed in the belly by a wooden donkey… Hee hee… For thousands of years, these people's wisdom has been used on how to torture women!"

"He's not capable enough to even live well, and yet he wants women to remain widows, dedicating their entire lives to him!"

“That damned monk, he oppressed us for years. Even in death, he sits on our graves! He deserved to be dismembered and his body parts scattered everywhere, hahahahaha...”

The female ghost grew increasingly agitated, and she burst into laughter. Black liquid flowed from her eyes, which were squeezed shut like slits.

We won't go near the temple, but we'll go house by house, slowly... until everyone in this village is dead. Hehehe…

I nodded. “So, the pit dug behind the temple, was it actually a mass grave for your remains”

"A mass grave" The female ghost's tone was rather strange.tall young boy, for a meal's grace (he actually ate many meals), for a small attic to call home, could be so fearless.Jiang Qiyun once said that his fire of life was very strong, a fire of separation,...