Yin-Yang Judge of Hell - C96

The words that I said just now had already exposed my identity. Fortunately, I was protected by Leng Wuzui, so the old man and the old man put this matter down. When I got back from dinner, I said it was still early and I needed to get some sleep, so I got into the car and the old beggar told me what to do.

I told you to go to the courtyard entrance and squat down. If you were tired, you could just take a nap. You have to pay attention to what’s going on and prevent the boss from coming over to make trouble.

The old beggar said, “Why should I be the one to go? I’m already an old man, if he finds a few people to shout at me, I won’t be able to hold on.”

I said you were on guard, and I wouldn’t let you fight. If you don’t, if he calls someone over, I’ll run away and leave you alone.

The old beggar went to the door and squatted down.

Actually, even though the old beggar is old, I felt that he had some skill. Back then, when he was single-handedly holding onto the wall to the south of the Leng Residence, I could tell that. And the reason I’m not guarding the gate is because I have to interrogate the old lady. If the old lady did not agree, it would still be a problem.

I tossed and turned in the car for a long time before I fell asleep. At this moment, he heard the sound of a water well coming from the courtyard, followed by the sound of water splashing out. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I thought it was Leng Wuzui who had washed himself with water. Then, he heard someone say, “I’m going to die from the scalding,” and then, “Hua —” It sounded like water was being poured on his body.

My heart thumped. No, that’s not right. It’s already October. The weather has turned cold, so who would take a cold shower? Moreover, that sound wasn’t right. It wasn’t from the few of us.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked through the window. It was completely dark now, and I didn’t know what time of the night it was. The light in the old man’s room was still on, but it was very dark and very yellow. It was probably the kind of low power incandescent light that shone from the door and shone westward right next to the water well. At the junction of the lights and the darkness stood a shadowy figure, vague and indistinct. I took a closer look and was sure that a person was standing there. At this moment he seemed to have finished his bath, looked around, then turned and jumped on the roof. He walked up to the chimney, climbed up, and went down the chimney. The work was very fast, beyond imagination. A series of movements was done in one go, taking only the blink of an eye at the most. If I hadn’t carefully confirmed it earlier, I probably wouldn’t have noticed such a quick movement.

I couldn’t help but feel my scalp tingle. Damn it, this definitely isn’t a person. It’s very possible that it’s that figure I saw in the afternoon. The question was still a series of questions. What the hell is he doing? Why did he keep the door open this time and walk through the chimney? The old man had said that their kitchen was on fire and the smoke wouldn’t dissipate. Was it related to this figure? Why did he want to eat the old man’s fire? The old man heard that someone was fetching water in the courtyard in the middle of the night. Had it always been him?

I quickly turned around to get out of the car to take a look, but when I turned around, I saw a person lying on the glass, which gave me a shock. I looked carefully and saw that it was the old beggar. I opened the window and asked, “What are you doing?”

The old beggar pointed toward the kitchen and said in a low voice, “See?”

“You saw it too?”

The old beggar nodded.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I told you there was something wrong with the chimney. I didn’t notice it at the time. I just checked this place and found that there’s a lot of Yin energy in the kitchen.”

“Are you sure? The kitchen has been regarded as a sacred place since the ancient times, because the gods were inside, how could there be Yin people hiding inside? ” I asked.

“Gods are not gods, that is another story. You did not see it, so you have no reason to know either. However, you must believe in the theory of yin and yang.

“Fine, fine, fine. Even so, the kitchen is always accompanied by fireworks. It is a place where yang energy is concentrated. How can he be at ease?”

“Didn’t you hear him say ‘I’m scalded to death’?”

When the old beggar said this, I understood. The kitchen is indeed a place where the yang energy is thicker, and the ghost just had to hide there. He became a target, and based on the yin and yang energy, he must be constantly eroded by the yang energy. He did not dare to come out during the day, so he could only choose to come out during the night and pour water over himself. It’s just that I don’t understand. Since that’s the case, why didn’t he leave?

I said, old beggar, go take a look and hear if there are any sounds coming from inside. The old beggar shook his head like a rattle and said, “I’m not going. It’s scary. I can’t even compare to them!”

“Good luck!” Then I got out of the car and walked straight over. At the door I turned to look at the old beggar, who was still standing by the car, gesturing for me to lean over and listen.

I listened for a while, but there was no sound from the room. I knocked lightly on the door, but there was still no sound at all. Something is wrong. At least show me what you can do, and let me know that it wasn’t an illusion. I stood at the door for a good while. I could only hear the two of them talking in the room next door. Nothing else happened. Since you’re not talking, I’ll go back to sleep. Unexpectedly, just as I was about to turn around and leave, a voice came from behind, “Judgement, save me!” A man’s voice, very deep.

My legs buckled and I almost fell to the ground. You’re too fucking bad. You didn’t say anything when I was ready, just waited for me to catch myself off guard and suddenly said, Trying to scare me to death?

I turned to the door and whispered, “Who are you!”

There was no sound from inside again. I waited for a while, but it was still the same. Why don’t you say something? I can’t wait, I still have to interrogate the old lady. I was ready to go back when I heard snoring coming from the door. I leaned over and saw that the old beggar was squatting in the doorway, leaning against the wall, hugging his knees and falling asleep. The old boy fell asleep again so quickly. Wasn’t he just beside the car?

I pushed him, and he woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at me.

“Why did you come back to sleep again without anyone noticing?”

The old beggar looked confused as he asked, “What do you mean?” “I’ve been sleeping here. Didn’t you tell me to stand guard here?”

I broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn’t moved, then who was the one who spoke to me through the car window? But that person was clearly that old beggar.

“You … You didn’t go to the car? ”

“Why am I going there? I’m not going anywhere!”

I think my face must be green at this moment. If it isn’t an old beggar, then who could it be? I turned and walked back to the car. I looked around. At this moment, he heard the old beggar mutter, “You keep bullying me!”

This hatred in my heart!

After that, I couldn’t fall asleep, so I closed my eyes and saw the figure before me. I always imagined that the old man would be scared to death when a shadow suddenly appeared from the wall while he was cooking, or when a head suddenly popped out of the wall. It looks like I have to deal with this matter before I leave, not just because of the old man, but also because the evil person is asking for my help, and I can’t shirk my responsibilities.

At this moment, Great Cold came out of the house, came to the front of the car and tapped on the window. I walked down.

“It’s about time. You guys get ready, I’ll call second brother over!” As he spoke, Leng Wuzui left.

I followed him to the door and kicked the old beggar. “Get up!” The old beggar stood up with a start and asked, “Are you here?”

“Come on, it’s time for us to go.”

I took my fork, shovel, and other tools, and the old beggar carried two pockets, one for his snake skin, the other for his afternoon purchases. Then he stood by the door, waiting for Leng Wuzui.

The old beggar said, “Isn’t boss’s side way too calm?”

I said yes, with his personality, he should have gathered a few people to cut us down.

“If they wanted to chop you, they would do so. I did not make a move then.”

I said, do you know the phrase “under the nesting there is a perfect egg”?

The old beggar shook his head.

I say, do you know the phrase “fire at the gate of a city and a fish in a pond”?

said the old beggar. “You are a scourge!”

We waited for a while, and then they came. The four of us headed north along the alley. The old man was supposed to go, too, and we let him rest at home, considering that he was too old not only for physical endurance, but also for mental fear. It was now eleven o’clock at night. At this hour, almost everyone had locked their doors and turned out their lights, except for the moon, which still hung in the sky. There was no sound at all, not even the sound of a dog.

We went up the hill, down the east-west road where we had come from, and then we walked a hundred yards east, turned left, and headed north.

To the north was a path that led through several rows of houses and across a great river, leaving the village and entering the fields. However, he couldn’t see it yet because after crossing the river, there was a large slope in front of him. Its vertical height was about 20 meters and its surface was covered with poplar trees, forming a large forest. The locals called it the Weir. The weir had made a gap for the road at our feet. It wasn’t really a cut, but it was like a belt wrapped around the waist. The belt was about two meters below the waist, so it formed a road. We went up on the weir, and because the trees blocked the moonlight, the woods were dark inside, and on either side of the road there were layers of weeds, and in the middle of the road were the dead leaves of the poplar trees. Most of the plants were Ma Lan, also known as Ma Lan Grass. However, during this season, the long leaves of Ma Lan Grass had mostly turned yellow, with only a few having a hint of green. The white poplar trees on both sides of the road gave off a sense of oppression as they overlooked the road. We tread the fallen leaves and climb to the top of the weir. To the north of the weir is an endless field, called the Weir, and to the north we can see the Yellow River road in the distance. To the west we can see the airport.

We went down the slope, and suddenly there was a cry in the woods, and we all stopped, except for the old man, who seemed not to hear us, and went on.

Then he seemed to sense that we were not following him, and he looked back at us. “Why aren’t you leaving?”

“Someone is crying. Didn’t you hear them?” Leng Wuzui said in a low voice.

“No one is crying, that’s the badger barking.”

As soon as the old fool said this, we stopped being afraid and continued to walk forward. A gust of wind blew, and the old leaves on the poplar tree could no longer endure the wind. They floated down, making a rustling sound that sounded like the footsteps of humans. I looked back, and because the sound was so similar, it felt like someone was following me. When I turned my head, I saw that the old beggar had also turned his head to look at something.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

The old beggar suddenly turned around and ran in front of me. “You go to the back!”