thousand years.A practitioner of high Taoism writes a person's name on a talisman, attaches it to a straw man, and buries the victim's hair, skin, or nails inside the straw man. Then, they hang lamps...I chased after him and saw a person running very fast. From the back, it looked like a woman.

Chūlíng also curiously followed, I grabbed Chūlíng and chased forward. Chūlíng shouted, "Why are you pulling me"

Nonsense, I'm going to embolden you, or maybe get you to take the blame with me.

There are many old residential areas around my home. Many elderly people stroll around in their spare time, sitting on the roadside to enjoy the shade in small groups. There are also quite a few elderly people playing cards and chess.

The woman in front ran quickly towards a crowded place, but she didn't seem to know the way very well and actually ran towards the area that was being demolished and rebuilt.

That alleyway leads to a demolition site at the end, with no way out.

I caught up to her quickly and cornered her inside.

At the end of the alley was a row of makeshift sheds, where workers rested and stayed temporarily. She ran over there and suddenly saw several workers squatting there smoking and playing cards, and they looked at her with lecherous eyes. She immediately stopped in her tracks.

I was also scared and immediately stopped at the mouth of the alley, too afraid to chase inside.

"Little sisters, this isn't a place to play around. What brings you here" A worker threw the cards in his hand to the ground and stood up, speaking with a swagger.

Another worker chuckled, his voice thick with dialect. "Didn't you come here to solicit business We have a lot of customers in this workshop, little sister, how much do you charge"

Oh my god, I'm most afraid of meeting this kind of person. I immediately grabbed Yu Ling by the back of her shirt and retreated.

She, Chūlíng, is shorter than me.

I was holding her, she wanted to cry out, but seeing those workers standing up and walking towards us, she didn't want to be harassed by them either. So she followed me back.

The woman we were chasing was surrounded, a worker reached out to touch her wrist and she slapped him across the face. I quickly pulled out my phone to call the police.

"You idiots, there are two more little girls behind you!"

Two guys immediately ran towards us, gosh... actually encountering this kind of situation, I was so frightened that my legs went weak. Chuling was also scared, running and shouting: "It's all your fault for stealing my bamboo tube! Now how are we going to kill these bastards!"

"Kill him You'll go to jail if you kill him! Run!" I urged.

The alleyway was very narrow, so I pushed Chuling in front of me and urged her to run faster. As she ran, she shouted, "You scoundrel! You lecher! Shame on you! Harassing a woman in broad daylight!"

"...Can't you just shut up and run properly!"

We fled blindly, running down some unknown alleyway. Suddenly, I realized this place looked familiar—it was the other side of Old Mrs. Zhong's courtyard.

The courtyard was deserted, the gate ajar. I pushed Chuling inside and slipped in after her, latching the bolt shut.

Two men outside chased after us and ran past. Seeing we were gone, they muttered resentfully: "Too bad, those two girls just now were prettier."

"Forget it, forget it. We can only feel it around. If they were selling, they would have already quoted a price. They're not selling, so you can't force them, can you You'd end up in jail!"

"Heh heh, I'm not a stranger to jail."

The two voices gradually faded away, and I let out a slight sigh of relief. I glanced around this small courtyard.

The house was covered in dust, its door ajar. Days of wind and sun had passed without anyone stirring, leaving the courtyard feeling desolate.

Chūlíng rubbed her arms: “Is this a haunted house Why is it so cold”

I don't know if it counts as a haunted house, but Old Madam Zhong, a fortune teller, lived here for over ten years. Her house must have been different from ordinary people's.

"Qilin, do each of your tribes have their own markings" I asked.

"Yeah, most of them are marked by their clan names or totems... Not every tribe has one though. Some small tribes only have a few thousand people, why would they need a mark A clan hall is enough."

“There once lived an old woman in this courtyard who had tattoos of the clan. She was later found and sent to attack me, but she was caught by Mu Wanchen and thrown back to the clan.” I explained briefly.

Chūlíng widened her eyes: "Sīzú Their witches are very powerful! You're unharmed"

"...almost had a problem."

"What about all the things she left behind in this house What will be done with them" Chuling asked.

"I don't know, I haven't paid attention. She's a lonely old woman. No one would visit her except for the staff from the neighborhood office... The people who come to see her are all up to no good, asking for dark magic to harm others." I scoffed.

Chūlíng's curiosity got the better of her, and she rubbed her hands together in anticipation of exploring.

I thought there wasn't anything dangerous in the house, so I followed her a few steps and watched her enter. Then I stood at the door and peeked inside.

This old house has been lived in for over ten years, and it's already piled to the brim inside. The activity space is very small, and one room is simply Granny Zhong's bedroom.

Chūlíng gave the living room a look of disdain, pointing at the decorations. "This is just what a witch's house looks like, with those pillars begging for communion with spirits."

A pillar of God

I looked at the black, candle-like object on top of the five-drawer cabinet in the living room. If I didn't know it was a shrine pillar, I would have thought it was some kind of strange contraption advertised in an adult store.

"You all from the Wu clan like to worship pillars" I asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand anything! Humph! The word 'witch' itself connects heaven and earth, the sacred pillar is the symbol in the middle! But different sacred pillars represent different beliefs, I can't explain it to you outsider!" she said proudly.

I raised an eyebrow: "That's really unfortunate. As an outsider, I'm getting married soon. After I become Mu Wanchen's wife, I'll ask him then."

"Hmph!!" She stomped her foot hard, kicking up a cloud of dust, and turned to go into the crowded inner room.

I followed and stepped into the room, Chu Ling suddenly let out a scream. I rushed to see what had happened —

The inside was a mess, the bed and bedding were all scratched, cotton was scattered everywhere! Could it be that after Old Mrs. Zhong was taken away as a cripple, someone else came here

Chūlíng flipped around the room and said, "There's not a single item for ritual use in here. Did the Shaman King take everything away"

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t see him take them. These things are probably just toys to him...”

Chū Líng flipped through it again: "Really, there isn't even a basic talisman paper doll."

My heart pounded. What if someone had been watching me all along, taking anything useful before I could

The woman we were chasing just now…

"Chūlíng, come on, let's go save that woman from before. Since she was peeking around my house, maybe she has ulterior motives. Let's capture her and interrogate her!"

"My feiling bamboo tube was stolen by you!" she cried.

"Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve!" I urged her. "Let's go!"ld man, could he possibly have lived for four hundred yearsI know that Fuk De Zheng Shen, also known as the Land God (Tu Di Gong), generally has a lifespan of three to five hundred years. Could he liv...