Deadly Twelve Days

After three knocks on the door, the surroundings once again fell into silence. It was so quiet that if a needle dropped on the floor, it could be heard.

At this moment, my heart tensed to the extreme.

Here we have an old saying, "One, two, three ghosts", which means that if there is a sound of the door in the middle of the night, it is the wind blowing against the door. The second speaker actually speaks of a knocking ceremony, no more than two is the best, but three ghosts do not need to be said.

If I had heard such a knock on the door before, I might have laughed it off as a joke, but now I don't think so.

So for a moment I didn't know whether to open the door or not, even though there was an old saying: never do something wrong in your life, don't be afraid to knock on the door in the middle of the night.

But this isn't my house!

I looked at Yi Yun. Although he had an indifferent expression, he didn't seem to have the intention of opening the door.

For a moment, he and I stood there in the antechamber. We couldn't go, we couldn't stay!

"Tut, tsk, tsk." Once again, two short knocks on the door sounded out. I couldn't help but quiver and muster up my courage to ask, "Who is it?"

A few seconds later, there was no response from outside the door. It was still terrifyingly quiet.

I turned around to look at Grandpa Chen's room, but there was no one there other than the dark hallway. I didn't know if Grandpa Chen had heard me or not.

"Let's go." Yi Yun smiled faintly as he saw me trembling. With an indifferent expression, he walked forward and opened the door with a creak.

Looking at the slowly opening door, I couldn't help but shrink my neck to peek out with narrowed eyes.

However, I almost laughed out loud when I saw this.

There were actually three people standing outside the door. One was a man and the other a woman, both around forty years old. They looked at me blankly before walking in without saying anything. They didn't even greet each other as they headed to the back of the house.

A 5-6 year old child followed behind the man and woman. Half of his face was covered by his long hair, so it was impossible to see him clearly. He could only jump and jump as he followed.

I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that I was being too paranoid. I glanced at Yi Yun, a little embarrassed. Like the other three, he didn't have the slightest expression on his face, as if he didn't care about their attitude at all.

These three people were a little unfamiliar, so I couldn't help but take a glance at them. I thought that they might be distant relatives of Grandpa Chen, so I didn't want to interfere in this matter.

However, when I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but look at the back of the three of them as they left.

The three of them moved swiftly, landing on the ground without making any sound. Most importantly, they moved like cats, standing on tiptoe, completely unlike a normal person.

As for the kid, he was even more strange. He bounced all the way, making 'hualala' sounds as if he was kneading paper. The clothes he was wearing looked a bit strange. It looked like it was made out of paper.

"Stop looking, let's go!" Yi Yun urged. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and followed him as if nothing had happened. However, the strange scene in my mind couldn't be forgotten.

While I was walking, the sound of firecrackers could be heard in the distance. I didn't know which direction of the village it was coming from.

"What are you going to do next?" Yi Yun didn't even turn his head as he asked me in a calm voice.

Hearing his question, I was at a loss of what to do. I replied woodenly, "I don't know either."

Yi Yun didn't have any opinion towards my reply. He only led the way at a leisurely pace. However, I didn't see him heading in my direction.

As I walked along the thin mountain path, I heard a faint sound of crying before I had gone far, and at first I thought I had heard it wrong, so I listened again, yes, it was, and it was rough, like a man's voice.

This was soon proved by the fact that when we were halfway up the mountain, I saw an old man wearing a grey cloth robe with his trousers rolled up to his knees. He was walking barefoot with a hoe on his shoulder as he cried miserably.

The old man gestured as he spoke.

I thought about it and felt that what he said was similar to the two I just saw at Grandpa Chen's house. But then I realized that they had a child with them, so they shouldn't be the son and daughter-in-law that the old man was talking about.

The old man was disappointed to hear that we didn't see him. With bloodshot eyes, he walked into the mountains again. In just a short while, he had already disappeared.

"When the autumn wind blows, the soul returns to the west. Luck cannot be shared between all of you! "

Yi Yun read it out loud as he walked in front of me.

"What does that mean?" I asked Yi Yun curiously.

"You'll know when we get there." Yi Yun stood in place and pointed at a house at the foot of the mountain that was shining brightly.

I took a closer look and saw that it was West Village.

"There's a man who shouldn't be there. We'll go back to the city when I get him where he belongs."

"Someone who shouldn't have appeared?" My heart skipped a beat. I knew perfectly well what he meant by this man who should not have appeared. I was looking forward to it, but at the same time nervous.

The house Yi Yun was referring to was a small, tile-roofed building, at least thirty to forty years old. There was a large fire burning at the door, and an old woman was sitting there crying as she constantly chanted two names: one was a dog, the other was Yu'er. She was very sad, and at the same time, couldn't help but throw something into the fire.

I felt a little sad, but it wasn't convenient for me to ask, so I waited at the side for Yi Yun, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Yi Yun walked forward without a word. With a thought-provoking smile on his face, he remained silent for a long time.

What was even weirder was that this old lady didn't seem to notice Yi Yun at all as she continued to cry.

"Yin Ren Yang Residence, you shouldn't have shown up here." Yi Yun pointed at the broken house behind the old lady, his voice cold.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady stopped and raised her head to look at Yi Yun with narrowed eyes.

"The soul is missing and the three souls are incomplete. Is this a good idea?" Yi Yun continued.

"I won't go with you." The old lady suddenly stopped crying. A hint of fear appeared on her face, and her hands that were hanging by her side began to tremble.

"Is that so?" Yi Yun smiled and put his hand on his chest.

While they were talking, I finally saw the old lady's face in the flickering light.

The old lady looked old, her face pale to the point of turning green. There were purple spots on her face, forming a map of marks that gave her an indescribable feeling of disgust.

Besides, I could hear something else in their conversation.

If I'm not wrong, the person Yi Yun said shouldn't be here is this old lady.

"The accumulation of your yin aura and the lingering deathly aura have no benefit to the living!"

"No, I can't bear to part with them. I want to watch them grow up!" The old lady's expression changed drastically. She completely ignored Yi Yun, revealing an expression of reluctance.

"They can't bear to part with it. They've already gone to the pacing sun."

When Yi Yun said this, I was shocked. It was only then did I realize that the man and woman I saw just now were the relatives of this old lady.

At the same time, a gust of cold wind blow by, and a faint stench comes over, like a cat that has been dead for many days. I took a closer look at the old lady's face, and was surprised to see that the spots on her face were not ordinary.

"Impossible, you lied to me!" The old lady let out a mournful howl, her old body moved surprisingly fast, and in the blink of an eye she had scuttled far away.

"Trying to run?" Yi Yun's expression changed into a sinister expression. His right hand suddenly reached into his bag and pulled out something. When I took a closer look, I saw that it was actually a neatly wrapped red string.