Chapter 83 Part 2
The woman smiled. “The signal here is spotty. It should be back tomorrow. I don’t remember my name, they all call me Sister Ying.”
They looked at her kind face and her name. It didn’t seem to fit, but a name was just a name.
“It’s late, young ladies, why don’t you sleep inside? We’ll prepare some blankets for you gentlemen outside,” Sister Ying asked, looking at the hundreds of passengers.
Some, their minds foggy, appreciated her consideration.
Young women sleeping inside was fine, but men entering homes with only women present? That wouldn’t be appropriate, and what would their husbands say?
“I’m… I’m fine. I’ll stay outside with these young men,” a girl said, her voice trembling.
As Sister Ying’s gaze swept over her, she stumbled, a man nearby supporting her.
“What’s wrong, girl? Are you cold?”
She whispered, “I… I know what’s wrong… There’s… no barking… no roosters crowing! And their doors…”
The middle-aged man, his face paling, finished her sentence. “No door gods.”
Rural families often decorated their doors with door gods and spring couplets, but there was nothing.
This was clearly not normal.
“I… I think I left my phone on the road… I just bought it, quite expensive, I’ll go back and look for it.” The girl feigned composure, quickly turning and walking away from the village.
The man chimed in, “It’s not safe for her to go alone, I’ll go with her.”
Others, equally alert, “I’ll also check if there’s a signal.”
Sister Ying, suddenly appearing before them, her nails painted red, a phone in her hand, said, with a strange smile, “Looking for this?”
The girl felt a chill, her pockets empty, then she heard screams from the dining area.
“Bones! It’s bone dust again!”
Chen Ying and Wu Su, stepping into Ping An village, felt an eerie chill.
The netizens watching the grayscale live stream also felt a sense of foreboding.
[Not only the grayscale, this entire village is shrouded in black qi!]
[Is there a Demon King hiding here, cultivating some evil magic?]
[Are some passengers running back? Something happened!]
[Didn’t Doctor Wu say there weren’t any living people in this village? Are they absorbing their life force? Like in those novels?]
Wu Heng frowned, his voice grim. “This village… it’s full of malicious spirits, led by a powerful one in red, hundreds of souls can easily create a ghost king.”
“Those with weak birth charts, leave the live stream and go to sleep.”
Chen Ying’s legs trembled as she touched the ginger in her pocket. “So, Duo Duo… was killed by them?”
Duo Duo was Nie Wei’s nickname. Chen Ying used it to avoid revealing her real name and causing further harm.
Thinking of the blood-soaked white coat, she shuddered, those ghosts…
Wu Heng said, “Pick up seven different plants along the way and put them in your pockets, they won’t be able to touch you.”
Chen Ying looked confused. “Any plant?”
Wu Heng nodded, “This is the balance of nature. A village filled with malicious spirits will have something to counter them, everything has its opposite.”
An old trick learned from his travels in ancient times.
Chen Ying immediately started collecting plants.
As they gathered seven different kinds, they entered the village.
Dilapidated houses, cobwebs hanging from the eaves, overgrown courtyards, slippery moss-covered stones.
Passengers were rolling around on the ground, some clutching their throats, others banging their heads against the ground, clearly under some sort of influence.
Vague, shadowy figures lingered around them.
Those still conscious screamed and cried for help.
Wu Su noticed Chen Ying frozen in place, staring blankly, tears streaming down her face, like a broken dam.
He thought she was terrified, city folks weren’t used to such things.
‘Innocent? I was innocent too… Why did he kill me?‘ Sister Ying, no longer kind and welcoming, her hair a mess, her bloodshot eyes glowing in her pale face, looked every bit the malicious ghost she was.
‘I was thrown from the train but only slightly injured, someone took me in, I had a home in Ping An village, a husband, children!’
She clutched her head, muttering, ‘I just wanted to visit my family, why wouldn’t he let me leave?‘
Every attempt at escape, thwarted, her husband and the villagers, whips and clubs in hand, hunting dogs at their heels, chasing her down, locking her in the pigsty.
Surrounded by mountains, she couldn’t escape, only collecting pig feed, reciting poems to keep her sanity, watching the trains pass by, knowing they would never stop for her.
Sister Ying, trying to convince herself, her voice rising, ‘I loved him! I stayed here for him! Gave up my city life! I must have loved him. I loved him!’
‘I loved him so much, why did he kill me? Just because I wanted to visit my family?‘
He had slammed her against that white fur coat, the one she treasured, her only link to her past life, then beaten her with an iron rod, cursing her, calling her a vicious whore, abandoning her child, trying to escape.
A passenger with a righteous aura asked, “Where’s your husband?”
‘He’s dead.’
The other women laughed, their voices chilling, ‘Of course he’s dead, we love them so much, naturally they have to stay with us.’
[… Holy crap, that’s horrifying, they… killed the entire village? No wonder the black qi, that’s resentment!]
[I read in a book that victims sometimes develop feelings for their abusers.]
[No men, not even male ghosts… could they have…]
[This woman, abused in life, at least she got her revenge.]
[Disgusting. Why are these female ghosts always so evil? This is why having sons is important, you don’t have to worry about them becoming evil spirits!]
Wu Heng’s face darkened. He said coldly, “Why do you think so many women become vengeful spirits?”
Always suffering injustice and inequality. Those in privileged positions shouldn’t judge.
Wu Heng kicked the netizen out of his live stream, not caring that his family members were on the train.
Chen Ying stared at the ghost, Sister Ying, no longer human, her voice trembling, “She… she killed the entire village?”
Wu Heng looked at the malicious spirit, lost in her pain and rage, her features grim, “Not just that, they devoured the villagers’ souls.”
How many women suffered injustice in this world? And this entire village had become a massive ghost domain.
Ghosts, to gain power, needed to “eat,” other spirits, or the living.
Those devoured souls nourished them, their sanity fading, trapped in a loop of their deaths.
[Holy crap, devouring other ghosts? No wonder they’re so powerful, luring an entire train here.]
[If they escape, it’ll be a disaster! How many people will die?!]
[Police, can’t they arrest them? Was that an undercover Yin messenger just now? Does the underworld even punish them?]
[Serves them right! I would have eaten them too. Those women did well!]
‘So hungry…’ Sister Ying looked at the passenger beneath her, a sinister smile on her face, her face close to his, sniffing, the scent of the living so tempting.
Malicious spirits lacked reason, driven by their hunger.
She had slowly ground her husband’s bones into dust, savoring his screams before devouring him, the remaining bone fragments crunching between her teeth.
But even the pigs in the sty would eventually be eaten, the villagers’ souls dwindling.
She was so hungry…
The living were also tempting, but they were irrelevant, what about the principle of revenge in the underworld?
‘I’m already a ghost, a malicious spirit, already damned, why bother with those rules?‘ she muttered.
Those happy memories, gone, why bother with the rules?
She was the queen of this village now, she decided their fates.
Lai Jun, watching from under a tree, his service phone recording, exchanged glances with the two shadowy figures beside him, they nodded, ready to act.
Just then, a figure rushed towards Sister Ying.
She sneered, she could easily kill this fool, a quick snack.
But an unfamiliar scent, she froze, then was pulled off the passenger by Chen Ying, who cried, “Nie Wei, snap out of it!”
