If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Song Mi had only been to the ghost market before, but had never been to a ghost village.

Compared to the ghost market with its mixed crowds and depressing atmosphere, the ghost village is more like a fairyland with few people. Even though it is full of ghosts, they are all dressed like ordinary people, wearing clothes from all dynasties, including modern ones.

But it's quite interesting that they can chat and laugh with each other as neighbors.

"This place is really suitable for retirement." Song Mi said sincerely.

She took out the Bagua compass, affixed a talisman to the bottom, and handed it to Si Qicheng. "This is your Que Yin Soul. Only you can sense it, but it has been out of your body for many years. Try to recall your childhood as much as possible. Once you sense it, the compass will help you point out its location."

In the dim light, Si Qicheng looked at the compass in his hand, his eyes dark.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the almost forgotten memories. Since he was born, he was alone most of the time.

Because he was frail and sickly, Uncle Li always asked a nanny to follow him at all times to prevent him from getting hurt, and no children were willing to play with him.

He always sat alone in the small park, watching others play.

The compass showed no sign of turning.

Looking at Si Qicheng's solemn expression, Song Mi reminded him, "Think of something happy."

Being a timid person, he always thinks of unhappy things, so he is unwilling to come back.

Happy...

Si Qicheng's brows furrowed even more tightly.

When he was six years old, he ran away from home when no one was paying attention. On the road, he encountered a speeding dog dealer's motorcycle, and a puppy fell off the motorcycle.

Si Qicheng ran over, picked up the dazed puppy, and took it home.

The puppy had long golden fur all over its body and looked like a little lion, so he named him Little Lion. That was Si Qicheng's first friend.

Si Qicheng takes the little lion to play in the yard at home every day. The little lion waits for him at the door every day when he gets home from school. When he is unhappy, the little lion rolls around to make him happy.

As the eldest grandson of the Si family, he cannot be afraid, so even if there is thunder, he hides under the quilt and cannot ask anyone to accompany him.

But the little lion would climb onto the bed and snuggle into his arms to comfort him.

Dad used to be very strict with him. If he didn’t do his homework well, he would not be allowed to leave the room or play with the little lion, but he would sneak in and keep him company.

Even when he was kidnapped, the little lion kept biting the bad guys. Even when he was beaten by the bad guys, he insisted on running back and pulling Uncle Li's trouser legs to the scene of the incident.

The compass in his hand suddenly turned several times and finally pointed in a direction.

The two men and the ghost followed the direction of the compass. After passing through a farmland, they crossed a red maple forest. After walking about a few hundred meters, they met a fisherman who was about to return home.

The fisherman was wearing a short linen shirt, which looked like the clothing worn before the Song Dynasty. He was hunched over and holding a fish basket, but it was empty.

Seeing that the three of them looked unfamiliar, the fisherman stared at them for a while and then passed by them.

"Young man, you just arrived in the village, right?" The old man's voice was as hoarse and hollow as the autumn wind blowing through the dead trees.

Lindenko felt nervous.

"Yes, I'm just looking for a suitable place to live." Song Mi said with a gentle smile.

"Don't go to the center of the lake ahead. That woman is not easy to deal with, and she is in a bad mood today," the old man reminded, stroking his sparse white beard.

"Excuse me, old sir, why is that person so difficult to get along with?" Lin Dengke asked with a bow.

"I don't know her very well, but she's always angry. When she gets angry, all the fish in the lake stop coming out." The old man sighed. "That kind of neighbor is not worth having."

After saying this, the old man sighed and left.

After watching the old man leave, they arrived at the lake. The water was dark blue and calm, but it was bottomless, which made people feel scared.

The lake was shrouded in mist and stretched as far as the eye could see. One could only vaguely see a small island in the middle, with the needle on the compass pointing to the location of the island.

"How do we get through this?" asked Lindenko.

Because they were in the ghost realm, Song Mi's spiritual power was suppressed to a certain extent. The situation on the island was unclear, so Song Mi needed to conserve his strength.

He teleported Si Qicheng to the island, fearing that they would encounter an accident and not have time to evacuate.

"It's easy." Song Mi took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Si Qicheng, "Do you know how to fold a paper boat?"

Si Qicheng nodded and took the paper, temporarily handing the compass to Lin Dengke. While Si Qicheng was folding the paper boat, Song Mi also finished cutting the four paper figures and dotting their eyes with cinnabar.

Song Mi placed the paper man on the paper boat, and then pinched the middle finger and index finger of his right hand, using a magic talisman, and the paper boat spontaneously combusted.

After a while, the paper boat burned out, and a boat appeared on the lake. Its shape was exactly the same as the one Si Qicheng had just folded. There was a person standing at the bow, stern and both sides of the boat, but they only had eyes.

It was the paper man that Song Mi picked up that turned into a human form.

Si Qicheng once again marveled in his heart, this is so magical!

Song Mi grabbed Si Qicheng and jumped onto the boat. Lin Dengke also floated up and stood behind them.

After confirming that the three people were on board, the paper man at the bow raised his hand and the boat began to move.

Strange fog surrounded them from all directions. Si Qicheng held the compass in one hand, while Song Mi held the other hand tightly.

Song Mi stared calmly ahead, "Follow me closely. No matter what happens, you can't let go of my hand. Lin Dengke, you follow me closely too."

"Okay sir."

Si Qicheng was not afraid, but when he saw Song Mi holding his hand, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, a strange feeling that was hard to describe.

The further the boat went, the thicker the fog became. Suddenly, Si Qicheng squeezed Song Mi's hand and asked, "Did you hear any strange noises?"

"A woman's voice." Song Mi heard it when the fog surrounded him, but the voice was always vague, like singing, but he couldn't make out what she was singing.

As the boat approached the island, the woman's voice became clearer and clearer, "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you."

The woman's singing had a theatrical tone, very similar to the voice of a woman Song Mi had heard in a brothel before, but this woman's voice was more ethereal and sad.

"Why is the lake water suddenly so dark?" Lindenko exclaimed while lying on the edge of the boat.

The lake was obscured by fog, and they could only see the area below their boat.

The surface of the lake was as dark as a bottomless abyss. Apart from the ripples created by their boat, the lake was eerily calm and normal.

"Marry the bride~Marry the bride~Pretty rouge~Dressed in red~"

"Empty Phoenix Tower, Mirror Mandarin Duck, unfortunate not to come, tears a few lines ~"

"Marry the bride, and the groom will smile. How many good times have passed? Don't let each other down in vain."

The woman's voice seemed to come from the abyss under her feet, sad and desperate, and also seemed to come from the fog, ethereal and ethereal.

As soon as the woman's voice stopped, an unusual sound of water suddenly came from under her feet. "Scatter!" As soon as the words fell, a huge black shadow jumped out from the bottom of the lake, and their boat was instantly split apart and scattered.

Song Mi pulled Si Qicheng half-hanging in the fog, and Lin Dengke also retreated to the opposite side of them. The black shadow only passed through the air and quickly disappeared into the water.

All they could see was a dark shadow swimming around them at the bottom of the water.

Song Mi quickly drew a talisman and formed a seal with one hand, and hit the scattered paper boat. The paper man on the paper boat felt the call of the spiritual power and paddled the fragments under his feet to quickly gather together and pieced it together again.

"Don't move on the boat, Lin Dengke, protect him." Song Mi threw Si Qicheng back on the boat. Lin Dengke followed closely and landed on the boat, holding a brush in his hand, staring at the bottom of the lake in a defensive posture.