Past events of 1399

is this not a serious problem You'll have rashes all over your face then!""What are you afraid of You don't have a man anyway, so why care about face"As we approached the small courtyard and were abou...Hearing Jiang Qiyun's rebuke, I realized that in my haste, I had torn his clothes.

"My brother's been locked in there!" I hurriedly let go of his hand, saying anxiously, "Quickly take me inside to save him!"

"Let's observe the situation first and not startle anything... Bai Wuchang will appear in this vicinity, he is preparing to arrest that female ghost. If he possesses a living person, be careful, lest you harm their soul."

"That woman is off! She's completely different from the one I met before. There's definitely something fishy going on." I said anxiously.

"Mu Yunfan is not someone without a way to deal with this. Calm down first, I'll set up a barrier." Jiang Qiyun finished speaking and immediately disappeared. Both he and Bai Wu Chang vanished. Were they trying to set up a barrier

It's like a layer upon layer of netting, covering this small building and the entire area.

I was getting anxious, so I walked to the door and peeked through it. The door was pulled open from inside, and the doorknob was shaking slightly... Shaking

I reached out and, with a heave, pressed down on the doorknob. The lock cylinder rattled, and finally, that force within gave way, opening the door.

“Little Lady…” Ameng poked his head out from behind the lock, covered in dirt and grime.

"How did you let this happen... my brother is in there!" I really wanted to push open the door and rush in to pull my brother out, but after hesitating for a moment, I still didn't dare to disturb Changjing.

"We saw! It was the Elder Brother who silently kicked us over! We faced him and gave a salute! I almost died of fright! That woman's expression was so terrifying!" Amo squeezed out from the crack in the door, jumped onto my hand, and climbed up my arm to my shoulder.

That woman Chang Jing

"It's this woman in the red dress! She was walking ahead, with her elder brother behind her, entering the foyer. We were just hiding in the stairwell gap, ready to come down, when we saw this woman turn around and go back into the house! Her face, her face...became..."

"Ah Meng shivered and paused, "One moment she was fine, the next her face turned blood red! Her eyes were bulging out! And then in a flash, she grinned wickedly, her features contorting into something terrifying. Scarier than a ghost!"

A bloody face...

This brought back some bad memories.

The blood-faced ghost king who once possessed my father is...

It was in the depths of Yin Mountain, absorbing the evil thoughts discarded by Jiang Qiyun after attaining enlightenment and transcendence, that he became powerful in his magic and controlled human beings as pawns for his own will.

Deep in Yinshan Mountain, deep in Yinshan Mountain… At the time, I had no concept of these four words. Now that I think about it, “deep in Yinshan Mountain” should refer to the place of endless calamity and utter destruction within Wujie Mountain.

And this female ghost, not only stayed in the prison of Xuwai Mountain, but also during the space rift devoured fleeing little demons and escaped to the demon realm. Now she has come out again and is running around in the human world.

“Does this woman have any strange marks on her” I murmured.

Ameng was taken aback and whispered, "What kind of strange mark"

For example... a blood-red face.

Ai Meng shook her head. "We didn't see her take off her clothes... However, however... Little Empress, there's a man locked up on the second floor here. He's covered in blood and looks like he was cut to pieces..."

The second floor

"Which room" I stepped down the stairs, looking up to the second floor.

Every room is dark, now only the first floor has light.

Ameng thought for a moment, then pointed to the room near the garden: "It should be this one... Little Lady, please be careful, all the doors and windows in this room have enchantments. Unless you are 'invited' in, if someone tries to break through from the outside, they will be discovered!"

"I know." I've encountered this before, the matter of "inviting" people or spirits into one's home.

I climbed over the flowerbed border and then found a folding steel ladder in the garden. It must have been left there by workers for trimming branches.

Even with my height, this ladder wasn't tall enough to reach the second floor. I reached out and grabbed the window, using all my arm strength to pull myself up.

This suspended position with both feet off the ground was extremely difficult to maintain. I didn't even have a moment to spare to reach for my phone, and the windows were pitch black, making it impossible to see anything.

A sudden gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine. I strained my neck to look down and saw several little imps appearing, piling up their bodies like a Buddha platform to serve as my footrest.

"Right, sorry...I'll step on it a bit, and then I'll help you pat it down..." I whispered.

Ameng tugged on the string of my phone, dragging me forcefully to the windowsill. Finally, I could turn on the flashlight on my phone.

Even if such a villa were pasted onto the window, one couldn't see clearly what was inside. But the "people" inside seemed to have seen the light.

Suddenly, a pair of hands shot out from inside and slammed against the window, making me almost fall backward in fright.

"...Master, master... I know I was wrong... I'll never move again... Forgive me, master..." A pained whimper came from behind the window.

I can't see what's inside, but the two handprints on the window are sinister and terrifying, like hands reaching out for help from the abyss.

Ameng whispered, "It was this man. He had so many shallow cuts on his body, not deep enough to be fatal, but they must have hurt! And the blood was flowing all over him, it looked really scary. When we pushed open the door, we saw him lying in a pool of blood, twitching in pain, mumbling something inaudible..."

"We need to save that...Can you guys go in and open the windows" I asked.

Ai Meng thought for a moment: "We can give it a try, but our lotus root is so small now, I'm afraid we don't have enough power..."

"How can I grow up I remember that Meng Shu's lotus root incarnation was the same size as her..."

"That's enough ghost qi, we need to absorb more Yin Ghost Qi to grow gradually." A Meng sighed with worry: "I don't know when I can grow up. Now, there's no power at all."

Boom...

A dull thunder rumbled overhead. I looked up and saw that the black cloud had condensed into a swirling vortex, as if the surrounding gloom was being drawn towards it.

Ame quickly returned to the door. The slightly ajar door revealed a sinister aura, this wasn't an ordinary female ghost... I was worried about my brother, quietly clutching the talisman, if there were any strange noises inside, I wouldn't hesitate to break the barrier.

"Bang!" A sound of shattering glass made me jump.

"Hmm Be careful there, beauty. Let me handle this, you don't want to cut your delicate little hands." My brother's voice boomed.

I peeked through the crack, amazingly I could only hear the sound but couldn't see anyone inside.

The security guard before also said that there were strange noises coming from here. It seems that Chang Jing and the others are doing something in here with confidence, because they have a barrier protecting them, so they are not afraid of being seen.

Amy tried several times, shaking her head and whispering, "No, the space is different... I can't get in..."

"Hey, babe, is that a tattoo on you" My brother's teasing voice echoed through the empty living room.

Dude, this casual talk of yours is flirting with danger!

Before, the blood-faced ghost king on my dad's body, my brother should have seen it with his own eyes. If such a bloody face really appeared on a person, then this ghost is truly not something we can easily solve!

Back then, it took several uses of the Underworld Soldiers to capture the Bloody Faced Ghost King. He was finally caught in Widow's Lane.

What should I do now

My heart pounded, but my brother's voice in the room was surprisingly relaxed, even with a hint of subtle... enticement...did not set up an ancestral tablet or observe death anniversaries, never treating his deceased wife as a loved one; my older brother laughs and scolds loudly, showing off his shrewdness, but turns aro...