Infinite flow: I have a trick! I have a trick for fighting ghosts

Jiali sighed, his expression full of emotion.

"It was really not easy for women in ancient times. It's sad to think that they were also women and suffered such treatment."

Zhang Jiaqiao ignored their sighs and continued flipping through the book in his hand.

After turning a few more pages, an introduction to the pure gold object that looked like a knife but wasn't a knife finally appeared.

That thing is called "loyalty," and the booklet contains only a few brief words about it:

"A woman who betrays her husband will be punished with chastity."

"'Fidelity punishment'? 'Celebration of happiness'? Oh my god, don't tell me that in ancient times, women were still required to remain faithful even if their husbands died or cheated on them, right?"

Li Mingjie spoke immediately, his face full of shock and anger.

Zhang Jiaqiao thought for a few seconds and nodded, then slowly spoke:

"That's right. I've also researched history. In ancient times, women were not allowed to cheat on their husbands and do unclean things. Moreover, after their husbands died, they could not remarry and could only remain widows."

"This, this, this... the ancient times should just be renamed the era of cannibalism, and the era of cannibalism is about eating women..." Li Mingjie said gritting his teeth.

Zhang Jiaqiao turned to the back page and found more than a dozen pages with various people's names written on them.

Even concubines and wives are clearly distinguished above, and the names are obviously female names.

"Is this the name of a married woman? This is too outrageous..."

Li Mingjie was stunned and said something. He couldn't believe that all the women in these dozen pages had been subject to the rules of the "Wedding Hall", and he couldn't believe how many women had been subjected to the "Fidelity Punishment".

Zhang Jiaqiao flipped through the booklet, his eyes lingering on the last page.

"Look, is this her name?"

Zhang Jiaqiao pointed to the name at the end of the page.

Everyone looked at it and saw the three words "Zhu Sisi" written on the paper.

"Sisi, I miss you, I miss you so much... What does this mean?" Zhang Jiaqiao murmured to himself.

Zhang Jiaqiao suddenly remembered what Sun Gouzi’s mother said after swallowing the porcelain fragment.

Sun Gou'er's mother was missing Zhu Sisi? This thought flashed through his mind.

Zhang Jiaqiao carefully put the booklet into his clothes, and then tightly grasped the object called "loyalty".

After everyone walked out of the "Wedding Hall", Li Mingjie took a last look at the wall covered with "囍" characters, and an inexplicable chill surged in his heart.

He shrugged and said, "Any clues? If not, go to the 'ancestral hall' next door. There are a bunch of spirit tablets in there that are really scary."

"It should be gone."

Everyone slowly walked towards the "ancestral hall".

As soon as their figures disappeared, the "Xitang" seemed to be shrouded by some strange power.

The originally bright "囍" character on the wall began to decay and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wall gradually became mottled and peeling, as if time was eroding it at an accelerated rate in an instant.

A terrifying woman appeared without warning on the chair where Wen Zishang had just sat.

She sat there quietly in a strange posture, holding a yellow paper umbrella.

The umbrella was not real, but more like a gathering of yellow light dots, emitting a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

The woman was wearing a blood-red wedding dress. Her neck had been brutally cut off, and her head drooped precariously on her shoulders, with her long black hair cascading like a waterfall.

The woman's face looked delicate, with light makeup on. Her eyes were grayish, her skin was extremely pale, and her head hung on her shoulders as if it was about to fall off. She had no beauty at all.

The temple of the crumbling head seemed to be pierced directly by something long and sharp, leaving a long black hole.

The wound on the woman's neck was extremely hideous, with the skin and flesh turned inside out and the bone visible. It was hard to imagine the endless pain and torture she had endured.

There was a hole similar to the temple on each fingernail of the pale hands, as if it had been pierced by a sharp object.

The woman's bright red wedding dress looked even more terrifying under the faint yellow light.

The red color seemed to be dyed with blood, emitting a strong bloody smell.

The woman in her wedding dress shook her yellow paper umbrella stiffly; the movement was mechanical and strange.

In the light of the red candles on the table, the woman's pale face and bright red lips showed a strange smile.

On the other side, the few people who entered the "ancestral hall" had no idea that a "ghost" came into the next room just after they left.

As everyone stepped into the ancestral hall, the bright light of the flashlight instantly dispelled the darkness in the room.

A smell of rotten wood mixed with dust hit me in the face. The roof was high and the walls were made of dark wooden boards, which had become dark in color due to years of erosion.

Four black and white portraits were quietly hung on the walls on both sides of the room.

The people in the black and white photos are all old men with serious expressions. Their faces are full of traces of time, and wrinkles are crisscrossed like ravines.

From their expressions and temperament, one can see a sense of majesty and solemnity, which makes people guess that they must be the ancestors of the Qiao family or people who have made great contributions to appear in the "ancestral hall".

In the center of the room stands a huge altar made of black wood, solemn and dignified.

There were offerings on the table, including incense burners, white candles, and fruits. However, all the fruits were rotten and emitted a pungent smell.

There was no smoke rising from the incense burner, only cold ashes.

On the wall behind the altar, the spirit tablets are neatly arranged in layers according to their seniority.

At the top seem to be the most respected ancestors in the family. Their spirit tablets are placed in the most conspicuous position, and the fonts on the tablets are vigorous and powerful.

Further down, the spirit tablets are arranged in order of seniority.

As everyone entered, the door closed automatically with a "click", and the sound was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

Wen Zishang immediately went to pull the door, but found that it could not be opened at all.

He looked a little annoyed, his brows furrowed, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff.

Smoke swirled around him.

"We are locked in." There was a hint of anxiety in Wen Zishang's voice.

He kept fiddling with the cigarette in his hand.

Zhang Jiaqiao frowned and said:

"Stop smoking."

He is only in his early twenties and never smokes or drinks.

He really doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and he doesn't like communicating with people who smoke casually without paying attention to the occasion.

In this enclosed space, the smell of smoke made him even more uncomfortable.

"Tsk, did you hear that? Smoking is bad for your lungs. Don't smoke yourself to death in a dungeon if you don't have one."

Li Mingjie said this provocatively, with a hint of disdain on his face.

"Tsk, can you please stop imitating me? You're just trying to be smart." Wen Zishang blew out a smoke ring and said irritably.

His mood grew worse. Being locked up in this strange place with people nagging him constantly made him even more irritable and uneasy.

In fact, he is not addicted to smoking. It is mainly because smoking can relieve his irritability.