Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 18: Leather Sewing Lamps
Another tomb! A girl's tomb!
Chen Ningan combined the hexagram and thought, if this is not the Shan Ze Sun hexagram, then what else could it be?
He dodged it, but this time he didn't have a lightning-struck branch in his hand. He continued walking forward and saw another tomb.

The further we walked, the more tombs we saw. There were at least hundreds of them scattered around, arranged in an irregular pattern like a mass grave.

This seems to be a mass grave.

He carefully raised his foot, ready to use the Vajra Talisman and tattoo at any time. At this moment, he saw a tombstone with a lit red candle appear in front of him.

Two red candles were burning in front of the tombstone, and three incense sticks were emitting green smoke.

here it is?

Chen Ning suddenly reacted and realized that this seemed to be the Red Candle Cemetery?

All the people buried in the Red Candle Cemetery are young girls.

No wonder there are so few pedestrians here, it turns out this is one of the ways to obtain red candles.

Chen Ning'an reached out and extinguished the two red candles and put them in his arms.

After thinking about it, he took away three incense sticks. This thing was spiritual and might have other uses.

The light from the tombstone dimmed instantly, and the appearance of the woman on the tombstone became hideous.

He ignored it and left quickly.

If this is the Red Candle Cemetery, then a lot of information would correspond.

According to the posts he had read, there was generally not much danger inside the Red Candle Cemetery. The only thing was that after getting the red candle, you could not look back and it was best to leave as soon as possible.

Chen Ning'an wanted to extinguish the candle, but he couldn't find the lightning-struck wood, so the talisman in his arms would be wasted.

Not worth the candle.

"Go south."

He kept repeating these three words, unwilling to give up. At least now he had already consumed several red candles and a piece of clothing, and the spoils he got were very few.

"friend……"

Just then, he heard a call from behind.

Although he was entangled by the evil spirit, Chen Ning'an did not look back, he walked forward calmly.

It was not until a lantern behind him came into view that he realized it was not an evil spirit but a living person.

Turning around, I saw a woman with sallow skin, holding a lantern with flickering candlelight.

Although her skin complexion was not good and she was wearing light makeup, her former charm could be seen in her eyes and eyebrows.

"I saw someone walking in the alley from a distance. It turned out to be someone of the same kind."

The other party spoke to himself, his voice clear as a wind chime: "Friend, did you gain anything?"

Chen Ning'an did not answer her and even kept a certain distance from her.

The red candle in her lantern was almost burning out.

"Don't be so unkind." The woman hurriedly followed in small steps:
"My name is A Jiao, the pretty Jiao. I see you are still studying, right? How can you face the world at such a young age?"

"How pitiful! You haven't even experienced the beauty of life yet."

"Where are your parents?"

She keeps talking like a lark.

Even if Chen Ning'an didn't say a word, she could always find topics to talk about.

"Are you looking for something? A red candle?"

"I know where it is. Do you want to go and have a look?"

She pointed to the left: "There is a small mass grave over there. Not many people go there, and there are many red candles."

Chen Ning'an looked at her lantern and saw that the candle was almost burned out. He said nothing and remained firm in his direction.

From time to time he would take out the compass to correct his direction to avoid danger.

At this moment, he looked at the pointer of Si Nan and frowned.

On the Si Nan, he used double-sided tape to stick a piece of paper with twenty-four mountains drawn on it.

From Jia, Mao, and Yi to Chou, Gen, and Yin, every three mountains represent a direction. He is used to the three southern mountains of Bing, Wu, and Ding, which face downward, so he takes the Wu mountain as his direction.

However, the compass now is not pointing towards Wushan of Bingwu and Ding, but quite the opposite, towards his left rear, Chou, Gen and Yin.

The pointer trembled slightly, but the woman continued to chatter.

"You are such a fool. I have explained it so clearly. Why don't we blow out the lanterns and go back to have something fun?"

This guide seems interesting and worth its high value.

Chen Ning'an's lantern flickered, and the lantern of the woman behind him began to burn out, spreading and continuing to burn the lantern cover.

She seemed completely unaware that she was still talking, and her voice became gradually hoarse as she spoke.

"Are you going to pay attention to me or not?"

"Are you going to pay attention to me or not?"

Chen Ning'an stopped and turned around to look at the woman with pity.

"You're the first talking ghost I've ever seen."

"So, I want to hear what you have to say. Along the way, you didn't ask me anything about yourself?"

"Ghost, am I a ghost?"

The lantern in the woman's hand burned a big hole, emitting a pungent smell of burnt fur.

"I'm a ghost? Are you kidding me? I'm the lantern bearer! I'm the lantern bearer!"

She screamed loudly, her face looked ferocious, and suddenly ten skinny black fingers stretched out from the top of her head.

"Am I a ghost?"

As she said these three words, her fingers slowly tore open the skin on top of her head, revealing half of her skinny and pointed head. Her pair of eerie green eyes stared at Chen Ning'an.

Blood was flowing profusely, and not a single bit of brain matter could be seen inside the ruptured area.

Chen Ning'an frowned, he took out the Vajra Talisman and stuck it on himself without hesitation.

In an instant, he took action, using the light of the lantern to light the three incense sticks he had picked up from the tombstone just now. He pinched the incense with his fingers and fiercely pressed it towards the half head that had been pierced.

"vomit!"

The woman coughed up blood. The incense was quickly consumed in Chen Ning'an's hand, like an ice bar meeting red-hot iron. Every time he pressed a little, the ghost's head shrank a little.

When he let go, only the tails of three incense sticks were left exposed on the woman's head.

"Ugh! Wow..."

The blood that Ajiao spat out was mixed with some white stuff. Smoke from incense sticks came out of her seven orifices and she was trembling on the ground.

But soon, she saw the lantern burning out of the corner of her eye, and she sat up abruptly and without hesitation opened the knife she carried with her to dig out a piece of skin from her thigh, sticking the bloody skin to the lantern and extinguishing the flame.

She tremblingly took out a red candle from her bosom, lit it and put it back into the lantern.

After doing all this, the woman screamed in heart-wrenching pain.

"what!"

The shrill scream pierced his eardrums. Chen Ning'an took two steps back, a little undecided.

The compass slowly pointed towards Wushan again. This woman looked like a ghost, but also not like a ghost.

He stood to one side, still holding the Vajra Talisman for defense. After a long time, the woman came to her senses, holding the lantern, and looked at Chen Ningan in embarrassment.

"Classmate, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Her voice was no longer ethereal, but hoarse.

"Are you not scared?" A Jiao said as she subconsciously pulled out the three incense sticks above her head, leaving only the part that was less than the length of a finger.

The incense has burned out, and that is the wooden stick.

"Unexpected." Chen Ning'an said honestly: "You are not like a human being in your current state."

A Jiao smiled bitterly: "As a lantern bearer, how many of them are normal?"

(End of this chapter)