scary evil spirit

Ye Shu is facing a serious predicament, with Yin energy entwined and malevolent spirits approaching. The situation is imminent.

Previously, he hesitated about whether to raise ghosts, but now he has no choice. The old tree man also advised him to raise ghosts because there is no other way.

"I'll go buy an urn. You stay at home and watch over Qi'er. We have ghosts in our house."

Ye Shu made up his mind. After all, whether he lives or dies, fear is futile. Let's go ahead and raise them.

Yan Yu also didn't try to persuade him any further, silently nodding.

Ye Shu briskly went out, turning back, "When I come back, just leave. It's not safe here."

Hearing his suggestion to leave, Yan Yu bit her teeth, glaring, "What do you mean? If I leave, you won't have any protection. I'm not leaving."

Although she previously said she would leave if Ye Shu raised ghosts, now she refuses to go. Ye Shu feels warmth in his heart, not being overly sentimental, he strides out.

It's already nightfall; the streetlights are just lit. The remote and dilapidated southern part of the city is not very prosperous, and dark alleys are easily found after a few steps.

Ye Shu deliberately observes these alleys since he will invite ghosts in these places at midnight.

Walking and observing, he quickly chose the darkest alley. The high buildings on both sides completely blocked the moonlight, making it pitch black, suitable for inviting ghosts.

After seeing enough, he didn't dare to look anymore. He went to the night market in the south of the city, circled around, and bought an urn from a funeral supply shop.

According to the old tree man, the Siam ghost-raising technique is quite simple, and it requires very few props, something an ordinary person can easily do.

As soon as Ye Shu got home, he started preparing. Yan Yu also helped. They scooped half a bowl of rice into the urn and even took a picture to confirm with the old tree man before feeling relieved.

Next is the long wait. As time passed, both of them became more and more nervous. Ye Shu, in particular, was extremely tense, as he is just an ordinary person and very afraid of ghosts.

Yan Yu was also quite nervous, but as a supernatural being, she wasn't as scared.

"Don't be afraid. Although I don't know how to deal with ghosts, the old tree man said I can handle it, so I can. I will protect you."

Yan Yu comforted Ye Shu, staring at the clock. Ye Shu exhaled and waved his hand, "I'm not scared. It's okay."

"If you're not afraid, stop shaking your leg. It makes me want to shake mine too."

The two talked to ease the tension. As the night deepened, the night wind became colder. Time passed second by second, and finally, midnight approached.

Qi'er had already been taken back to her room by Ye Shu, as this matter should not involve her.

As midnight approached, Ye Shu and Yan Yu exchanged glances and stepped out.

Ye Shu had already chosen the darkest alley. At this moment, he carried the urn and went over.

Upon entering the alley, the temperature seemed to drop a lot. Ye Shu took a deep breath, placed the urn on the ground, and then opened the lid, kneeling down.

Yan Yu handed him a knife, saying softly, "Two more minutes. Cut your finger and drop some blood. I'll be here to protect you."

Ye Shu nodded, took the knife, and held it tightly.

In such a critical situation, he surprisingly calmed down, kneeling earnestly, closing his eyes to relax.

After two minutes, Yan Yu whispered, "It's midnight."

Ye Shu took another deep breath, cut his finger, and dropped three drops of blood into the urn.

The blood dripped onto the rice, slowly soaking in.

Both of them stared at the urn, holding their breath, not knowing what would happen.

The night wind intensified, and the air in the pitch-black alley flowed mysteriously. Ye Shu felt a chill on his skin, not the coldness of temperature but a coldness of breath.

Yin energy was gathering.

Yan Yu's senses became more sensitive. She approached Ye Shu, her face vigilant and anxious, ready to take him away at any moment.

Ye Shu's heartbeat accelerated, suppressing his fear, not showing a trace of frightened expression.

At the next moment, a sudden mournful wail came from his ear, as if some bird was diving down.

Ye Shu looked up and saw two blurry figures floating toward him in the darkness.

There was almost no light here, but Ye Shu could see them because they were green.

Their bodies were composed of a color similar to ghost fire. From a distance in the darkness, they rushed towards Ye Shu's urn.

They had human limbs and facial features, with terrifying green faces. One ghost reached the urn first, opening its mouth and greedily inhaling the blood-soaked rice, thoroughly enjoying it.

The other ghost quickly caught up and unexpectedly grabbed the first ghost's foot, throwing it backward.

Ye Shu could clearly see the second ghost's face. It had a wide face, tiny eyes, and a thick head of green hair, appearing quite comical.

This green-haired ghost was enjoying the blood-soaked rice with satisfaction. The bald ghost, having been thrown away, suddenly looked towards Ye Shu.

Ye Shu shivered but continued to calmly gaze back, not revealing a hint of fear.

"Brother, if you're going to raise a ghost, don't choose me. I'm only sixteen years old, although I've been bald since childhood, I'm still a talent. Unlike that green-haired ghost, he's ugly as hell, I can't even look at him."

Indeed, the bald ghost looked a bit better, but he was bald, making him even more ridiculous than the green-haired one.

"I'll f*ck your mother. Look at yourself. You have no hair at all, and you call yourself a talent? My lush green and thick hair is what real talent looks like."

The green-haired ghost roared, and although he lost in the fight, the bald ghost was not weak. He resentfully and unfairly said, "Green hair, we used to be sworn brothers. You even suggested peeping at women bathing together. Now, you want to compete with me."

"Baldy, you still have the nerve to say. Since we're brothers, let it be mine. Do you know how miserable I died? I fell into a cesspool while taking a sh*t and drowned. I was afraid to lose face, so I didn't tell you, and you dare to pity me."

The green-haired ghost said in shame and anger. After hearing this, the bald ghost slammed the ground and howled: "Then do you know how I died? I drowned in the pond and ate a mouthful of mud."

 "A pond is better than a latrine. You are not as miserable as me at all. What qualifications do you have to compare with me?"

 The green-haired ghost said proudly, and the bald-headed ghost snorted and said proudly, "I haven't finished yet. My grandma fell into the pond first, and my grandpa went to save her. Neither of them came up, and my parents went to save her again." , didn't come up, so in the end I went to save a family of five, and the whole family died, you and I were miserable."

 The bald ghost was obviously better. The green-haired ghost took a bite and found that it was indeed not as miserable as the bald ghost.

 But it refused to admit defeat. It stared and preached: "You are not miserable at all. The most important thing for a family is to be together. Your whole family will not be alone at all. They can all accompany you, but I am alone. I have been homeless for three years and you are the only brother. Now you still want to fight with me. I feel so miserable."