Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 78 - 51: The Hanged Ghost in the Little House

Chapter 78: Chapter 51: The Hanged Ghost in the Little House

Li Shang stood in place, gazing afar, perplexed as to why only the two of them appeared at the agreed time. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"These lousy men have no sense of time."

Then her eyes shifted, "Could something have happened?"

Yesterday it was known that the village had significant issues.

Now she couldn’t help but suspect that something unexpected might have happened to Wen Xu who hadn’t appeared.

Mu Yunchu pondered for a moment, returned to the courtyard, and immediately saw the open door of Wen Xu’s room.

Looking inside, the items were neatly arranged, not appearing to have been taken away forcefully.

"He must have left very early." Mu Yunchu analyzed.

She glanced again.

Her voice as calm as water: "He’s temporarily not in any life-threatening danger, let’s just head into the village and take a look."

The time left for them should be quite limited.

And with no idle people around, if they encounter any situation, it’s easier to act.

As for where the village chief’s son went and why he hasn’t appeared, it’s not important.

...

It was the hottest time of the year. Without the shade of tall buildings, the scorching sun hung high, baking the two of them until they were burning hot.

Although with Mu Yunchu’s help, Li Shang could walk under the sun like a normal person, she still felt quite uncomfortable.

In a listless state, her expression was languid, and even her legs felt heavy to lift.

Walking along the dusty village road, dry dust kept kicking up underfoot, each step accompanied by a rustling sound.

They passed by many households along the way. Aside from not seeing any women, Mu Yunchu also noticed.

All the villagers looked lethargic, not only unaffected by the drought but also seemingly lacking any desire to work.

Everything did not quite match the village image in her mind.

Everything was subtly strange, yet nothing too odd.

Until they walked deep into the village near the forest, Mu Yunchu saw a small house that looked different both in shape and style.

"This house... is somewhat similar to the architecture from my era."

Mu Yunchu didn’t change direction, "Let’s have a look."

The walls of the entire house were constructed with heavy gray stones, moss irregularly plastered in the stone cracks and at the base of the walls.

The stone walls weren’t too high, sturdy logs connected to the slightly upturned eaves.

As they got closer, they could clearly see the marks of time on the wooden door.

Just as the two approached, the tightly shut wooden door suddenly moved without any wind, accompanied by a creaking noise, slowly opening.

Mu Yunchu and Li Shang exchanged glances, both seeing the same emotion in each other’s eyes.

Upon stepping into the courtyard, almost simultaneously.

The door behind them slammed shut.

If ordinary people were standing here, they would surely be scared.

Even just separated by a door, they felt it was less hot inside than outside.

At least a few degrees cooler.

Li Shang felt much more comfortable and intrigued by the scene.

As they walked, strange things occurred around them.

For instance, a hoe leaning in the corner might suddenly fall, almost hitting them.

Or a tile might suddenly fall from the roof, shattering near their feet.

Even an old tea cup on the table mysteriously fell to the ground...

Moreover, they faintly sensed a pair of eyes staring closely at them.

Yet even in such circumstances, they walked into the house with very calm expressions.

...

In the corner, a man trying to scare them off felt trouble and scratched his face.

Previously, when he used this trick, others were scared to death.

Why are the people today so brave?

Looks like he’ll have to use the final trick?

Thinking this way, he looked at the chair standing beside him, though his physical condition changed, his severe fear of heights hadn’t reduced a bit.

After managing to stand on it, he tried pulling the white cloth hanging from the eaves to scare them when suddenly the two women walked right past him.

??? Yikes?

Mu Yunchu heard a sound in the room, following the sound source, she saw Wen Xu sitting on the floor leaning against the wall.

He appeared just as he woke up, one hand supporting his forehead, his long fingers gently tensed.

He looked thoughtfully at Mu Yunchu appearing there, momentarily unmoved.

"Mu Yunchu?"

The tone was uncertain, with a slightly hoarse sound, as though scraped by sandpaper.

"Hmm."

Mu Yunchu’s reply increased his sense of reality in this world.

He exhaled ever so slightly.

Mu Yunchu asked, "But why are you here?"

Wen Xu pressed his lips together.

He seemed to be choosing words on how to explain.

Having trouble sleeping in the morning, he decided to go out for a stroll before the agreed meeting with Mu Yunchu and them.

But unexpectedly, he fainted here and dared not go back.

Looking up, the pupil reflected a figure hovering in mid-air.

Wen Xu was startled in an instant.

But quickly calmed down.

Although his slightly pale fingers betrayed his true feelings.

Mu Yunchu turned her head following his gaze, just in time to see the male ghost rolling his eyes hanging from the white rope.

Getting confirmation on some of her prior speculations about Wen Xu.

"You can see ghosts."

She used a statement.

With not a shred of surprise.

Comparatively, Wen Xu was more stunned.

His dark pupils added a hint of tremor.

"You can see them too?"

He had quickly composed himself earlier, not wanting to show any fear and scare Mu Yunchu and Li Shang.

But he didn’t expect someone else in the world to have the same odd situation as himself.

Suddenly, looking at Mu Yunchu, he felt some inexplicable different sentiments.

Mu Yunchu didn’t answer the question.

But her silence already represented an answer.

"If I’m not mistaken, you should be one of Captain Zhou’s people."

"So what exactly are you here in the village for?"

He, a policeman.

Traveling such a long distance to this village for what purpose?

Wen Xu’s eyes flickered.

He briefly considered Mu Yunchu as someone like himself.

Therefore, after much hesitation, he decided to tell the truth: "I suspect the deaths of those girls in Qinghe are connected to these villages."

The language was brief, but they both knew the other understood their meaning.

Mu Yunchu neither confirmed nor denied.

"And I found this."

Wen Xu took out a seemingly insignificant hair bow.

His memory was excellent.

He clearly remembered it was identical to one worn by one of the little girls.

"So..."

Just as he spoke halfway, the Hanged Ghost disregarded for so long couldn’t suppress their anger anymore, directly lunging at them.

"You dare to ignore me this way!"

Wen Xu instinctively tried to stand up and push someone aside, but Mu Yunchu’s reaction was quicker.

With not even a backward glance, she pressed Wen Xu down lightly with her left hand, while her right hand grabbed the long tongue and harshly yanked it out, then twisted it around the male ghost’s neck.

Then with a bit of force, the Hanged Ghost was slammed down on the ground.

A scream instantly pierced the sky.

"Ahhhh!"