Funeral Parlor 1463

n't reached his time to leave the mountain yet. He usually took care of welcoming and seeing off guests, drove the car, ran errands, and helped out. We were all used to it.So I didn't think anything w...The nights in late September are cool. As soon as I got out of the car, a cold wind blew and made my skin crawl.

"Little Lady, did you feel any demonic energy" Ameng whispered.

"...No, it's quite heavy with Yin energy," I rubbed my arms and nervously looked around the car.

The black cloud behind the car just dissipated, and I felt like I was inside an inverted black eggshell. The distant streetlights seemed blurry and unreal.

"Let's go take a look." I placed my hand in my satchel, clutching the wishful thinking talisman, and walked toward the "parking lot" on the roadside ahead.

Over the past three years, I have traveled extensively, visiting both bustling cities and remote villages. As a result, I've encountered numerous roadside farmhouses offering meals, especially near scenic spots, famous mountains, temples, or Taoist monasteries. Many of these are home-based businesses run by locals to supplement their income.

The quality is not high, and the price is not expensive. It's convenient but also worrying whether it's a black shop.

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This place is isolated, with no houses or shops in sight. The parking lot stands alone and deserted. The gate is simply a few wooden beams, and inside hangs a dim, old lantern.

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The lamp… I frowned slightly, this kind of thing is hard to find these days, it looks like something from the Republic of China era.

A house with one large room, two smaller rooms, and three in total. With its earthen walls and black tiles, it had a distinctly rustic charm. As I was about to step inside, a figure suddenly appeared in the doorway of the main room!

I jumped back in fright, and the figure vanished.

"What was that!" My skin prickled. I had seen so many strange images today, I was starting to feel out of it!

"It looks like a mirror... Let's go take a look!" A Meng crawled to the edge of my satchel, a little excited.

These two little guys need to absorb a lot of Yin energy to have a chance to restore their original bodies. As soon as they feel Yin energy, they get very excited and become walking Yin energy detectors.

"Don't run away! You two, that seems to be... the White Tiger Mirror." I hurriedly stopped those two "abnormal" dolls.

While "White Tiger Mirror" sounds more formal, we're more accustomed to calling it a "reversed mirror."

Mirrors like this were more common in the past, but now almost no one hangs them over their front doors.

I've seen ordinary Shanhaizhen and even random "magic mirrors" bought off the street, but this kind of "reversed mirror" is really rare.

A reverse mirror, also known as a white tiger mirror, draws upon the power of the western white tiger to ward off evil spirits and protect homes.

This mirror is different from ordinary mirrors. It has a circular, concave center and convex edges.

Because of the reflection of the mirror, everything captured in the mirror image is reversed.

This is the real "demon mirror". Over the past few years, the "demon mirrors" seen in some remote areas have been like those bought randomly at a village kiosk. They even have plastic casings and stands, simply hung above their doorways.

If it's an ordinary mirror that has been treated by a Taoist priest and inscribed with Bagua symbols, etc., it still has some efficacy. Other ordinary mirrors hung up can only bring peace of mind.

Moreover, hanging a mirror facing inwards at home is primarily to prevent evil spirits from colliding with the residents or because there are tall objects opposite the house, such as high-rise buildings, flagpoles, or the corners of houses that are taller than one's own.

There are no other houses around here, so the main purpose of this mirror probably isn't to prevent collisions. Could there be evil spirits lurking around here

Thinking back to the fleeting black mist I had seen just moments ago from behind the car, I swallowed hard.

This serious old mirror makes me a little suspicious. A humble farm courtyard with such ornate lanterns and a mirror from the old days is quite unexpected—who lives here

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Isn't this a demon's trap

I stood at the ramshackle gate of the courtyard and whispered, "…Is anyone there I'm coming in."

When entering a "space," speaking first is to let the "people" inside know I've arrived. If there are no malicious intentions, they will make way, and the energy field will also be cleansed somewhat.

"Is anyone there" I repeated.

"...Who is it" An elderly voice came from the main house.

Is anyone there The tension in my heart eased a little. Standing far away, I waited for the answering voice to appear.

No one came out for half a day, it seemed like they were waiting for me to go in. I hesitated a bit. My brother was worried about me being alone, so he left Zheng the expert in the car and ran down with his bag.

"What's going on here Why can't we go in" my brother asked.

"Someone was there, but I saw a mirror hung up there, it seemed a bit ominous, so I didn't dare go inside."

I'm fine being reflected in a mirror, but Ah-Da and Ah-Meng absorb yin energy to restore their physical bodies. If the mirror is blessed by a master, it will scatter the form and aura captured in the mirror outwards, which is bad for Ah-Da and Ah-Meng.

My brother frowned and nonchalantly walked toward the courtyard gate: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, so why would I be afraid of people"

The old man's voice trembled inside the house: "Young people don't understand what is taboo, how can they speak carelessly about ghosts and spirits..."

"Old man, could you spare us a bite to eat We're just passing through." My brother walked towards the front door of the main house and I followed him, looking carefully at this strange sight.

Our reflections in the mirror are reversed, and behind the mirror is a square piece of cloth with a Tai Chi symbol on it. It's very well made, clearly from an expert.

"In the middle of the night…how would I know if you are bad people There's no food, just cold pots and stoves, so go away." The old man in the house didn't want to open the door.

We certainly wouldn't leave easily since we already felt something was off here. My brother raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of the main house, shouting, “If you’re scared, just stay inside. We just need to use your kitchen for a bit. We want to boil some water and make some instant noodles. I'll leave you the money on the stove.”

“……”

In this kind of farmhouse, the kitchen is usually a separate room and generally unlocked. After all, there's nothing valuable inside—just pots, pans, and cooking utensils.

"...Big brother, are you hungry" I felt strange and whispered.

"I don't know what I'm hungry for, this old man won't open the door, so I'll just make some noise in the kitchen..." My brother mouthed.

He swaggered toward the kitchen, deliberately pushing open the door with a loud screech that echoed unnervingly in the dark. This unseemly behavior caused the elderly people inside to stir uneasily.

The old man pulled open the door to the main house, and a dusty smell with a hint of decay wafted into my nostrils.

It's understandable that an old house in the countryside might have some odors. After all, the lighting and ventilation aren't as good as in high-rise apartments, and it's less convenient for the elderly to clean.

But this dusty smell brought back some buried memories in my mind—the first time I was carried into the old house's "basement," I had a deep memory of that cold, dusty smell with a sense of despair.

This taste comes from underground.

Before I could even react, or make out the old man's features, a powerful grip clamped onto my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine!

Turning his head, Jiang Qiyun stood behind me in a dark robe. His black hair was like silk, and he gripped my shoulder with his hand.

He frowned deeply, his voice laced with a hint of reprimand. "Mu Xia Qiao, how did you end up in this place"

Ha...This...This kind of place want to press her further. I followed Junior Master Jun towards his small courtyard.After dinner at home, everyone usually goes back to their own courtyards. If there are no guests in the front hal...