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Bai Yu stopped in her tracks, taking off her sunglasses, her gaze turning to Zhao Mingyue. “A ghost doesn’t want us to continue. If we keep going, we’ll end up in a loop. If we go back, we can get out.”

Zhao Mingyue also stopped. She looked around and indeed noticed something amiss. She had seen that grave mound there before. How come after walking for a while, that grave mound was back in the same position as before?

“Do ghost walls work on ghosts too?” Encountering this situation, Zhao Mingyue was actually quite curious about this question.

“No, in my eyes, you’ve been walking in circles.” Bai Yu looked towards a small bridge about a hundred meters away. “I’m wondering if this ghost is trying to help us or harm us.”

These words reminded Zhao Mingyue. “Oh yeah, I heard when I was young that when there’s a ghost wall, it’s not necessarily trying to harm you. Maybe it’s trying to save you. I even heard a story about someone walking at night and suddenly encountering a ghost wall. He got scared and ran back. Then the next day, he heard that there was a fatal car accident ahead.”

“So is this ghost trying to help us?”

“I think so, probably. Otherwise, she wouldn’t guide us to go back but would lead us to the ditch where she drowned.” As Bai Yu spoke, Zhao Mingyue followed her gaze and saw that there seemed to be someone on the distant bridge.

This person wasn’t standing on the bridge, but leaning out with half her body, the lower half still under the bridge, as if lying on the bridge.

Zhao Mingyue was certain it was definitely not a living person, for no living person had pure gray skin.

“It’s a ghost, ah. Why would she want to help me? Is there danger ahead?”

“She’s stopping you from going to the village.” Bai Yu said, taking a step forward. The ghost wall instantly shattered. In Zhao Mingyue’s eyes, nothing seemed to change. Instead, the woman on the bridge jumped down.

“Stopping me from going back?” Zhao Mingyue’s expression changed.

She knew it was dangerous there. She didn’t expect that before even reaching the place, just halfway there, she would encounter something like this.

“Here, the yin and yang are somewhat chaotic, something is affecting the magnetic field.”

Bai Yu walked towards the small bridge, explaining to Zhao Mingyue, “In the world as I understand it, yin and yang are two completely different magnetic fields. The reason ghosts, especially weak ones, can’t appear during the day is because daytime is yang, which weakens or even harms ghosts, while nighttime is yin.”

“Not all ghosts can appear during the day. Forget daytime, most of them are restricted to a certain location.”

“And this ghost is a bit abnormal.”

“Let me put it this way, when entering a certain range, I felt much lighter, the daytime suppression on me disappeared.”

She was also a ghost. What other ghosts could feel, she could feel too. That’s why she said this.

“There’s more than one thing in your village.”

The situation here was even more complicated than Bai Yu had thought. To form such a large-scale chaotic magnetic field, there couldn’t be just one thing inside. If it were just one, the one in Zhao Mingyue’s body, she would have definitely felt it when entering her body yesterday.

Bai Yu was wondering if those guys would come to a place like this.

This period of peace was like the calm before the storm. Those lunatics weren’t just hiding their identities, but mainly looking for ways to become stronger. Only with strength could they dare to confront directly, like that red-haired woman.

So during this time, those lunatics would frantically seek ways to become stronger, and Zhao Mingyue’s village was so close, easily discoverable.

She thought of that Chen Yun she had killed before. The power of the talismans in her hands came from an evil god.

So did this evil god have a connection with Pingshan Village?

If so, then what they had to deal with in Pingshan Village wasn’t just ghosts and evil gods, but also those lunatics.

“More than one?” Zhao Mingyue found it hard to believe.

“Let’s go and see.”

With the ghost wall broken, Bai Yu and Zhao Mingyue quickly arrived at the small bridge.

On one side of the cement road was a ditch, three meters wide, but without water. This small bridge connected to the other side of the ditch. From the soil, it could be seen that this flat small bridge hadn’t been walked on for a long time. Under the small bridge was a pool of black, stagnant water, faintly emitting a foul stench.

From the water surface to the bridge surface was a distance of over three meters. Zhao Mingyue wondered if the corpse of that ghost was in this pool of stagnant water.

“That ghost was standing here watching us, right?” Zhao Mingyue pointed to one side of the bridge.

The matter of the bridge ghost made Zhao Mingyue’s already gloomy heart even heavier. Even ghosts were stopping her from going in. What exactly was waiting for her in the village?

Ten kilometers was neither far nor near.

Following the cement road to the end, then continuing along the small path on the left, they were very close to the village. Bai Yu looked at Pingshan Mountain in the distance, then turned her gaze back to Pingshan Village.

Completely different from the prosperity of Tianchang City’s urban area, coming here felt like going back more than a decade in time.

There were few buildings, mostly tile-roofed houses. Even the cement road ended before reaching the village entrance.

As soon as they stepped off the cement road, the sound of gongs and drums reached Bai Yu’s ears. Strangely, the clearly festive drumming was mixed with the mournful, urgent tones of a suona.

The former was generally used for weddings, while the latter was only used for funerals.

“A wedding and a funeral on the same day in the same village?”

Zhao Mingyue quickened her pace, pulling Bai Yu along, almost running all the way to the village entrance.

Sure enough, they saw a festive procession with a large red bridal sedan chair, beating gongs and drums, heading south through the village. Another procession appeared from the west, draped in white sails and black cloth, carrying wreaths and soul-summoning banners, accompanied by suona. 招魂幡

The two processions met, neither giving way to the other. The two processions directly intersected, the wedding procession continuing south, while the funeral procession headed towards Bai Yu and Zhao Mingyue.

Zhao Mingyue hurriedly pulled Bai Yu to the side of the road, watching as the procession got closer and closer.

Leading the funeral procession, a middle-aged woman in white mourning clothes walked with her head down, holding a gray-white portrait in her arms, moving forward silently. Her face was extremely pale, her eyes somewhat vacant, as if she hadn’t seen Zhao Mingyue and Bai Yu at the roadside at all.

As the middle-aged woman passed by, Zhao Mingyue quickly glanced at the portrait and recognized the old woman in it, a very familiar figure.

The funeral procession moved forward in silence, joss paper scattering along the way. The suona kept playing in the back, the tune mournful and hurried, perhaps off-key, making it somewhat harsh to the ears.

Just as that large black coffin passed by Zhao Mingyue, several two-finger-thick hemp ropes suddenly snapped at the same time. The large black coffin crashed to the ground with a thud. Almost instantly, the suona stopped, and the gazes of everyone in the funeral procession simultaneously turned to Zhao Mingyue and Bai Yu by the roadside.