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

In the slightly dim room, Zhang Jiaqiao slowly raised his head and stared for a long time at the black and white photo hanging on the wall.

Below the black and white photos, the names, dates of birth, and major events in the lives of the people in the photos are clearly written.

Qiao Jianwei, Qiao Zhen, Qiao Feng, Qiao Jiancai.

There are four black and white portraits hanging side by side on the wall. The people in them look different. However, if you look closely, you can vaguely see that they are related by blood, and some facial features are similar.

Jiali slowly walked to the altar and casually pushed away the plate of fruit.

The plate made a slight noise as it moved, and when she found there was nothing under the plate, her eyes fell on the incense burner on the table.

She reached out to pick up the incense burner, but unexpectedly found an old piece of paper underneath the incense burner.

"There's something here, come and take a look." Jiali's voice rang out in the room. She put the incense burner aside and picked up the folded paper.

Everyone gathered around, and Jiali turned the paper over. There were a few words written on it:

"When entering an ancestral hall, one must first pay respect to the ancestors. A candle should be placed on the offering plate, and the candle must not be extinguished during the worship. If it is extinguished, it would be disrespectful to the ancestors."

As soon as Jiali finished speaking, the flashlight in Wang Jiaxue's hand went out in an instant. In an instant, everyone was swallowed by endless darkness and there was dead silence all around.

In the dark environment, only the faint light of the white candles on the offering table was flickering.

"The props are used up." Wang Jiaxue's trembling voice came from the darkness.

Indeed, if it was used up, it meant that everyone’s only means of lighting was gone.

A soft "click" sound came from under the frame of the portrait, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent darkness.

Zhang Jiaqiao turned around and counted the candles on the table. There were exactly four, no more, no less.

Zhang Jiaqiao gently picked up a candle from the altar. The faint flame flickered in his hand. With the help of the tiny candlelight, he slowly came to the portrait of a man named Qiao Jiancai.

There was a slight groove on the bottom of the candle, and when I touched it carefully, I found that it was a word.

"There are words under the candles. Check yours to see if they are there."

Everyone picked up the candles and found that the words under them corresponded to the names on the portrait.

Below the portrait, there was a dark round tray. Under the candlelight, the tray exuded a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

"Damn, what will happen if I put this up there?" Li Mingjie's voice rang out in the darkness.

"Which good person lights candles when worshiping their ancestors?" Wen Zishang couldn't help but speak.

"Jia Li, is there no more information on the paper?" Zhang Jiaqiao turned his head and asked Jia Li.

Upon hearing this, Jiali picked up another candle and, using the candlelight, carefully turned the paper over.

Sure enough, there were words on it:

"The black plate receives the light, the four candles return to their places, immediately settle your soul, enter this ancestral hall, and do not forget your words."

Jiali read out the words on the back.

Zhang Jiaqiao fell into deep thought, repeatedly chewing on the word "fixing the soul" and the words he had just seen.

Wen Zishang groped in the darkness and pulled the door hard, but still couldn't open it.

"No, does this mean that once we put the candles there, we're done worshipping and the door will open automatically?"

Wen Zishang said this with a puzzled tone after he finished smoking a cigarette.

Zhang Jiaqiao's eyes flickered with gray as his mind quickly organized all the clues that everyone had collected so far.

Now, all clues seem to point to Zhu Sisi, and the strange things happening in the Qiao family are probably related to Zhu Sisi.

Everyone is now in the "Ancestral Hall", and next to the "Ancestral Hall" is the "Wedding Hall".

The four candles return to their positions and the soul is immediately calmed.

What does this word "ding" mean? Does it mean to suppress?

A sudden idea flashed in Zhang Jiaqiao's mind. Why is there a "Wedding Hall" next to the "Ancestral Hall"?

"Xitang" records women's names, and "Shitang" records men's names.

Once the four candles are back in place, the soul can be settled. But whose soul is being settled?

It is the soul of a woman.

Inside the "wedding hall", the woman in her wedding dress stood up slowly like a puppet being manipulated, holding her umbrella stiffly. She twisted her legs, and every movement had a chilling mechanical feel.

The woman walked out of the "Wedding Hall" step by step and then walked towards the "Ancestral Hall" next to it...

"I know! There might be a tough battle ahead, guys."

Zhang Jiaqiao said solemnly.

"Huh? What fierce battle?" Li Mingjie asked in confusion.

"Wen Zishang, can your lighter light this candle?" Zhang Jiaqiao asked.

"Um...it should be okay." Wen Zishang picked up the candle in his hand and gently blew it out.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Did I let you blow me?"

Zhang Jiaqiao broke out in a cold sweat, and his voice trembled rarely, filled with anger and fear.

Isn't it about settling a woman's soul? Since I gave it a candle, it must be useful.

Now Wen Zishang, the young and foolish man, blew out the candle directly. If his lighter couldn't light it, then it would be over.

Wen Zishang quickly took out a lighter from his pocket.

With a "click", the candle was lit again and the flame came on.

Wen Zishang's lighter illuminated a small area and also illuminated his face.

"What are you making a fuss about? I told you this is a good thing." Wen Zishang said nonchalantly.

Zhang Jiaqiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone realized that something was wrong with each other.

Wang Jiaxue asked, "Do you know something?"

Zhang Jiaqiao said solemnly:

"Someone might come soon. Not just maybe, someone will definitely come. That person must be a woman. The candles we have now are our only life-saving tools."

"How do you know?" Li Mingjie asked puzzledly.

Zhang Jiaqiao frowned slightly and said:

“I guessed it.”

"In the Xitang Ancestral Hall, men are superior to women. When the four candles return to their positions, the souls will be settled immediately. The Ancestral Hall is used to suppress the Xitang."

"What? I'm not going here..."

Just as everyone was talking to each other, an extremely eerie wind blew up outside the door without warning.

The wind was howling, as if countless vengeful spirits were screaming, and the biting cold instantly penetrated everyone's bodies.

Immediately afterwards, a faint sound of footsteps was heard, knocking on everyone's heart again and again.

When everyone heard the sound, they didn't dare to breathe. They all held the candles tightly and looked at each other, seeing deep fear on each other's pale faces.

Then, everyone trembled and looked towards the door with a square opening.

Looking out the door, a woman wearing a blood-red wedding dress could be vaguely seen standing outside!

Almost at the same time, the entire ancestral hall began to shake violently.

Those spirit tablets actually exploded one after another starting from the youngest one.

Wood chips flew everywhere like sharp arrows.

The figure at the door slowly appeared under the flickering candlelight. The appearance made the people in the room feel as if their blood was frozen and they were cold from head to toe.