One thousand sins make one fall into the Five Hells, and it takes six thousand sins to become a prisoner in one of the Twenty-Eight Hells.
Though the difference between the two is just one thousand sins, the disparity in power should be as vast as heaven and earth.
Wei Yuming is a ghost close to ten thousand sins, and a prisoner of the Twenty-Eight Hells at his level is certainly not common.
By this comparison, if Old Gong can tear off one of Wei Yuming's arms, he must also be able to tear off an arm from a Five Hells ghost?
My heart was pounding wildly.
Then I might still have a chance?
Xian Ying was slightly nervous and whispered to me if it was too risky?
Although I didn't say much, my demeanor and expression were enough for Xian Ying to sense my thoughts.
"There's no adventure, there's no experience. If Master Qin threw me into the chaotic graves, I have no reason not to touch real big ghosts." I whispered to Xian Ying and pointed at the poster, saying to the person behind the counter: "That one, give it to me."
The square-jawed clerk gave me a heavy stare, took down the paper on the wall, placed it on the counter, and pushed it towards me.
"The time limit is seven days. If you don't return within seven days, the poster will be re-posted." His voice was dry and emotionless.
I nodded and said, "All right."
Having taken the poster, I folded it and stored it away properly. Then, I walked out with Xian Ying.
During this time, there were bystanders who noticed me, some with coldness in their eyes, and others with a mocking sneer.
They probably heard what I said earlier and don't think I have that kind of ability.
Naturally, I have no feelings for them.
After leaving "Corpse Field," Xian Ying took me to a tea house in a place called the Underworld Mortuary. We drank two cups of chrysanthemum tea and had some sweet snacks that resembled offerings placed on graves.
The fatigue of a month seemed to have been relieved to some extent.
Old Gong appeared at the table at an unknown time, and Xian Ying had someone add a cup of tea for him. He too took a bite of a sweet snack and chewed it.
"Eyebrows familiar..." Old Gong muttered to himself.
"Previously, when Old Gong heard that the Jiang Huang City had come, his demeanor was a bit strange. At that time, I suspected whether Wu Zhongkuan had ever been here. His reaction is clearly that he has been here before."
Of course, I did not mention anything.
After resting for a while, Xian Ying and I finally left the Underworld Mortuary.
By the time we returned to our residence, it was nearly the latter half of the night. We each went back to our rooms to rest, and when we woke up the next morning, it was already broad daylight.
The village we are heading to is called Shepherds' Village.
The content of the poster was simple, just stating that a Five Hells ghost was in that village. It didn't provide any specific information about where the ghost was, whether it was male or female, or any other details.
I originally thought that since there were Five Hell Ghosts, the village should be a place of great suffering, and there would be no need to search for ghosts.
However, when we arrived at the Shepherds' Village, there were about eight children playing around the old locust tree at the village entrance. Along the side of the field, farmers were cutting rice. Some women could be seen chatting by the doorway of some houses in the village.
This Shepherds' Village was very normal, with no signs of a haunted village.
As Xian Ying and I entered the village, many children looked over with curious eyes.
Xian Ying and I exchanged a look, with a look of puzzlement on our faces.
"How doesn't it seem to have..."
Xian Ying didn't finish her sentence. I nodded slightly to indicate that I understood.
As we walked deeper into the village, once we passed the stone tablet at the entrance and entered the main path, there were more eyes watching us, but no one came forward to speak.
So, Xian Ying and I didn't pay much attention and continued walking along the village path.
Soon we were far away from the village entrance, and there were more houses. Some people were chatting, while others had closed their doors. The chimneys of some houses were still smoking, and the air even had a faint smell of food.
Shepherds' Village was not large, and we quickly walked the main village path.
The houses on both sides were very normal, and there were no signs of haunting...
As we continued along the winding paths between houses, there was still nothing out of the ordinary or haunted.
After confirming that we were not in the wrong place, I began to feel strange.
Since Five Hell Ghosts are accompanied by a hellish atmosphere, the lack of such an atmosphere here is indeed a problem.
Xian Ying and I returned to the village entrance. It was nearing noon, and the children were scattered as they headed home. The farmers working in the fields had come out, carrying their farming tools back.
Xian Ying went over to intercept an old man and greeted him politely. She also gave him a hundred yuan, saying she wanted to ask about something.
The old man waved the red bills and smiled so much that his mouth cracked. He asked us what we wanted to know.
Xian Ying paused slightly and said, "We want to ask where in the village there is ghost activity?"
Then Xian Ying explained in a soft voice that we were from a media company in the city, specializing in videos of the unusual. She said she had heard from a friend that Shepherds' Village was not peaceful, with a place haunted by a particularly fierce ghost, so she had come here especially to see it.
The old man spoke in a thick local dialect, saying, "What ghost? There are no ghosts in Shepherds' Village."
He stuffed the money back into his pocket, looked at Xian Ying, then at me, and said we had been duped and should look for it in a different place.
Well, the old man hurriedly walked into the village as if afraid we would reclaim our money.
Xian Ying and I exchanged looks with each other, but neither of us was discouraged. We found a few more farmers to ask.
The results cost hundreds of yuan, but the information we got was the same.
Shepherds' Village doesn't have any ghosts.
Not only are there no ghosts, but there have never been any strange or unusual incidents.
The strange feeling is even stronger. Then there are only two possible conclusions: either the poster at "Corpse Field" has a problem, or the ghosts here are bizarre and strange, existing clearly but making everyone feel as if they don't exist...
For the last time, we found a farmhouse woman. This time, we weren't asking about ghost activities anymore, but whether she could host us and provide some homemade dishes.
Saying this, Xian Ying took out some red notes and stuffed them into the farmer's woman's hand.
The farmer was just as delighted, and led us into her home.
She said that she now lived alone, her child was studying in the city, her husband worked in the city, and her home was quiet.
Pausing, she added that she had just heard from someone that we were coming to the village to film strange and unusual things, but unfortunately, Shepherds' Village didn't have much to offer.
Even if Shepherds' Village might have been haunted, it would quickly disappear, mostly by daylight, and be safe and sound.
She could definitely help us investigate if there are any haunted places nearby villages?
Between villages, ordinary people can ask about anything?
Even a minor ghostly event would be a big deal that would stir up the entire village.
So, Xian Ying and I didn't continue the conversation. After she finished speaking, I said that we would just rest for the night first and discuss it again when we returned to the company the next day.
The woman didn't bother us much either, and soon she led Xian Ying and me back to her home.
As soon as we entered the courtyard, the sunlight was extremely intense, shifting from blinding light to a mild white light, with no noticeable change.
Old Gong silently appeared in front of Xian Ying on the ground, jumping one after another, following the woman.
In fact, that woman wasn't very old, in her forties, and she was still quite good-looking in the countryside. She hadn't gained weight and had a decent appearance.
Old Gong has always had a crooked heart.
He followed with salivating eyes, which was quite normal.
Being that it was high noon, it was natural for him to be able to appear.
"Oh..." The woman stopped and turned to look at us.
Theoretically speaking, she should not have stopped or looked back at us, because she was looking in the direction of Old Gong.
The next second, something even more unexpected happened.
The woman's face turned pale with terror, and she let out a shrill scream, "Ghost!"
She suddenly rolled her eyes, fell heavily towards the rear, and lay there motionless.
