Ghostly Form Taking Shape?

A flash of insight struck me, and my hands simultaneously gripped the twin blades, ready to strike.

At the same time, the puppet's face began to take shape. As I watched a bald head appear on the puppet's shoulders, the sound of the suona in the group suddenly rose, each note higher than the last.

The few ghost suona players swirled around Ye Yang, the piercing sound seeming to tear at eardrums, bringing a raw killing intent that stabbed into my ears.

Those ghosts were no longer under Ye Yang's control; they were preventing him from drawing the Yin energy.

Ye Yang held his right hand straight out in front of him. With a slight tremor of his fingers, the puppet beneath the Gou Pai (hook牌) moved its limbs as if dancing. Hair also grew on its head.

In a short while, jet-black hair flowed like water down its shoulders. Before the swaying ends could reach its waist, they seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, arching upwards towards the top of the puppet's head.

The puppet's black hair stopped moving after drawing an arc in the air.

Ye Yang's puppet also froze in place!

Hair coiled up!

I vaguely remembered someone saying that in ancient times, a girl had to coil her hair before she got married.

At that time, there was a clear distinction between the hairstyles of girls and married women. Coiled hair meant that she was married.

The puppet's hair couldn't be coiled, which meant that Ye Yang couldn't draw out the Yin spirit!

Was someone preventing Ye Yang from casting the spell?

As this thought flashed through my mind, I saw blood flowing from Ye Yang's ears!

It was the suona!

I looked at the suona player and raised my hand, slicing with my blade. Two heads flew into the air under the blade, exploding into phosphorescent fire. As the two headless corpses collapsed beside Ye Yang, the sound of the suona diminished slightly.

Ye Yang suddenly raised his head, the five fingers holding the Gou Pai (hook牌) trembling again, and the puppet's long hair coiled towards the top of its head.

But at that moment, I felt a chill!

Ye Yang was coiling the ghost's hair.

The art of ghost hair coiling, as it's known in the trade, means that the dead are doing a living person's hair. Especially when someone is getting a haircut, if they see the barber in the mirror, expressionless and with a cold gaze, standing behind them without moving for a long time, it means they've encountered ghost hair coiling.

What the ghosts are cutting isn't hair, but a person's lifespan.

If you encounter a powerful ghost who cuts your hair off, you will never recover.

What was going on with Ye Yang coiling the ghost's hair?

Was he drawing out the Yin energy at the cost of his own life?

When I looked at the puppet following Ye Yang's hand, the puppet turned its head in a strange way and let out a burst of giggling laughter at me.

Had the puppet lost control?

Or had Ye Yang succeeded in drawing out the Yin energy?

For a moment, I couldn't understand the situation in front of me, and I didn't know whether I should take action.

At that time, I didn't know that while I was in a stalemate with the ghosts outside Zao Mu Village, Lin Zhao was also in trouble.

After Ye Yang and I left, Lin Zhao directly tapped Jie Sanbao's sleeping acupoint and threw him on the bed. She sat not far from the bed, her head lowered, tearing the sticky notes on the table one by one.

Lin Zhao had a habit of tearing things when she was thinking. If there was nothing to tear, she would clasp her fingers together to prevent them from moving around and tearing her clothes.

As the pieces of paper torn by Lin Zhao gradually piled up on the table, a pair of human feet dangled down from the ceiling above Lin Zhao's head.

The feet suspended in the air were like those of a person hanged from the ceiling, the toes pointing downwards and slowly descending. Before long, the tips of the feet were less than two inches above Lin Zhao's head.

Lin Zhao continued to tear the sticky notes on the table as if she didn't notice anything.

Just as Lin Zhao reached for a sticky note, Jie Sanbao, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly sat up, his eyes staring straight at Lin Zhao: "Why didn't you save me when I died?"

Lin Zhao was slightly stunned: "What are you talking about?"

Jie Sanbao glanced at Lin Zhao with a sneer, then fell back on the bed.

As Lin Zhao hurriedly got up, the pair of feet above her head suddenly retracted, the toes still hovering over Lin Zhao's head.

Lin Zhao took a few steps to the bed and reached out to check Jie Sanbao's breath when the figure hanging in the air descended again, silently folding its hands in front of its legs, and sat down on the sofa.

If Lin Zhao had turned around immediately, she would have definitely seen a ghost in a phoenix coronet and a wedding gown, with a veil covering its head, silently watching her heels from behind.

In ancient times, before the groom lifted the veil, the bride couldn't move. If she wanted to see what her husband looked like, she could only move her gaze under the veil. The first thing the bride would see was the groom's toes.

As the female ghost's gaze fell on Lin Zhao's feet, a crack appeared in the water glass on the table. As the crack spread downwards from the rim of the glass, the edge of the crack quietly aimed at Lin Zhao's Achilles tendon. Once the water glass shattered, the broken glass would directly cut Lin Zhao's Achilles tendon.

Lin Zhao seemed to be completely unaware, and after testing Jie Sanbao's breath, she quickly took out a bottle of medicine powder from her body, brought it close to Jie Sanbao's nose, and gently blew it in.

Before Jie Sanbao could wake up, the ghost behind Lin Zhao sadly said, "Husband, why don't you lift my veil? Is it because I'm dead that you dare not look at me?"