The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Chapter 1896 1 ghost painting

"Oh, you guys know her?"

The old ghost spoke again.

"But even if we get to know each other, you still have to set my bones, right?"

Lu Zhaoling waved her golden pen in front of her, and a faint white mist drifted by, revealing a hunched old man in front of them.

The old man was different from what they had imagined. He was wearing expensive-looking brocade clothes, and his hair was neatly combed with a jade ribbon tied in his hair bun.

He looked to be around sixty years old. Although his face was covered with fine lines, he had a relaxed and refined air about him.

As for his hunched back, it seemed to be because of an arm injury; his left arm was bandaged and hung on his neck and shoulder.

With his wrist hanging down, the hand looked as if it were broken.

It really hurt my hand.

Seeing him like this, Meng Rui suddenly felt very guilty.

He stepped on the old man's hand bone...

Looking at the old man, Master Meng suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Lu Zhaoling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she knew this person as well?

"Are you the third young master of the Meng family?" The old man spoke first, looking at Third Master Meng with a look of surprise.

"You look familiar, but I can't quite place you..." Master Meng also found the situation very strange.

What's even stranger is that he's not afraid at all now.

Who would have thought that the two ghosts I saw would be like this?

"My surname is Shang. I used to do business reselling goods from Qian Kingdom and Da Zhou."

"Master Shang!"

Master Meng immediately shouted.

"Hey, that's me."

"You, how could you die here?" Third Master Meng asked, stammering. "The last time I saw you was more than ten years ago, wasn't it?"

He used to be very young, so this Master Shang called him Young Master Meng.

But he's no longer the young master; everyone calls him Third Master Meng now.

That must have been seventeen or eighteen years, right?

At that time, Meng Rui was nowhere to be found.

Lu Zhaoling slapped her forehead.

What's going on with the Meng family?

However, she suddenly realized that perhaps Meng Si's visit here was also for this reason.

"Let's stop talking for now," Lu Zhaoling walked over and removed the talisman from Xi Hong's body. "Have you seen a boy who looks somewhat similar to him? Around thirteen or fourteen years old, a scholar."

happy Hong floated up, and after the talisman was removed, she also came over.

"Sister Xihong, I'm here to see my brother, Meng Si!" Meng Rui was much more direct, perhaps because he remembered that Xihong had met Meng Si before she died. "Have you seen him?"

happy Hong thought for a moment, somewhat bewildered, "Meng Si?"

“I’ve seen that young man you’re talking about,” Master Shang said. “He was carrying a painting, but something about that painting is off.”

"Where is he?" Lu Zhaoling asked immediately. "Your legs are fine, take us to him. I'll set your hand bones later. I can also help you with anything else you need."

"Really?" Master Shang's eyes lit up. "Then it's settled! I'll take you to find him! I know he went that way; there's a ditch there, and it's very deep."

"Walk."

Lu Zhaoling and the others immediately followed this Master Shang.

Master Shang half-drifted, half-walked, and quite quickly, while telling them about the situation at the mass grave.

“We who die and are just thrown away casually are not thrown far away, but some people, if they kill someone, they don’t dare to just throw them out there. They usually move them a little further away and throw them into some deep mountain ravine.”

“In the past, some people would set the body on fire before throwing it down. This way, the body would be burned beyond recognition, and the fire would go out quickly, making it safe.”

Meng Rui was twitching with disbelief. How could this be considered safe?

But he also felt very heavy-hearted.

So, this place must have been the site of many tragic and unjust deaths.

happy Hong followed behind, glancing at Master Meng from time to time, and then at Lu Zhaoling from time to time, seemingly lost in thought.

Lu Zhaoling didn't completely trust this Master Shang. She lit another talisman and used Madam Meng's hair.

The symbols also point in the same direction.

Master Shang glanced at her talisman with great awe.

"Young Master Meng, you're lucky you invited such a powerful master, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to bring your child back safely, it would have been a close call."

Master Meng was a little nervous after hearing his words.

"Master Shang, what happened to my nephew?"

“I’ve seen something like this before,” said Master Shang. “There was a painting of an extremely beautiful girl. If you looked at the painting for too long, you would have your life force drained and eventually be drawn here.”

hiss.

Master Meng exclaimed, "Isn't that the legendary ghost in a painting?"

It's been depicted in storybooks, so this kind of thing really happened? And Meng Si actually encountered it?

"What legend? Those kinds of paintings have always existed," said Master Shang. "Some ghosts have heard of this trick and will even hire excellent painters to paint their own portraits."

"What can people do by coming here with these paintings?" Meng Rui asked.

“Then we’ll see what the ghost in the painting is thinking,” said Master Shang. “The one I saw last time was just lonely and wanted to find a husband to die and keep her company.”

Meng Rui's expression changed drastically as he looked at his father, "Dad, could it be that Brother Si has also been targeted by the female ghost?"

Why would someone come to a place like this to die?

Master Shang shook his head. "Your son might not be so lucky. He's still quite young and looks weak."

Lu Zhaoling finally spoke up, "What they want is Meng Si's soul and memories."

What do you mean?

"We've arrived." Master Shang stopped, and everyone else stopped as well.

Looking ahead, there's a rather steep slope with a small flat area at the top. From this direction, you can see a deep ravine on the other side of the slope. Opposite is a protruding rock cliff.

A tree grew out of the wall.

Right now, it looks like someone is hanging from that tree, swaying back and forth.

"Dad! Look, that's my brother Si!" Meng Rui had good eyesight and recognized him immediately; the one hanging there was indeed Meng Si.

They were shocked and immediately tried to rush over there.

"stop."

As soon as Lu Zhaoling opened her mouth, Qingmu Qingyu stopped the father and son.

"Are you all going to just walk over like this? Do you want to die too?" Master Shang spoke up. "Didn't you see something peeking out from under the tree roots?"

Have it?

Master Meng and his son looked closely, but saw nothing.

Master Shang said, "Didn't I tell you? It won't be so easy for you to take people back. This ravine was occupied by ghost cultivators a few years ago, and we usually try to play dead so we won't be discovered."

happy Hong nodded, "We don't dare come here."

"Ghost cultivator?"

"He's not here now, but many of the ghosts who died here have been taken over to help him guard the house."

Master Shang looked at Lu Zhaoling and said, "Come to think of it, I feel like you look familiar."