Chương 27: Chapter 12 The Strange Curse Prohibition Master
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Thus, just like that,
Although the "ghost house transformation" inside Xiaokang Building was unexpected, due to the clear division of labor between Cen Dongsheng and An Zhizhen, all the residents who were caught up in the incident miraculously survived and passed the first, second, and then the third day safely.
Cen Dongsheng, following his past work methods, diligently expanded his search from the east side of the floors to the west, then south... Any ghosts that might harm the temporary camp members he encountered along the way would be casually dealt with by him.
So far, besides the Floating Spirit, he hadn't encountered any other ghosts, which was quite unusual.
Since the accumulated yin energy was already enough to warp space, the Ghost House couldn't possibly only contain low-level ghosts; even if Core Ghosts often chose to hide in the shadows, there should have been other ghosts wandering around, but counting the Lonely Soul that initially possessed Miss Zhou, that was just one case.
According to his experience, this counted as "abnormally few."
This seemed to confirm his suspicion: this ghost house transformation was indeed a sudden event that occurred in a short time due to some "foreign object" entering the building, so there wasn't enough time for new resident ghosts to be born.
And since Sister Zhi Zhen gathered the survivors early on, he only needed to deal with the ghost accompanying the core, which was convenient.
As time slowly passed, he finally caught a clue left by the core.
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"This room..."
Cen Dongsheng stood at the door, staring at the dry mugwort hanging on the door beam, a peeling Spring Festival couplet hanging halfway off the door.
It seemed there was a hint of yin energy seeping from the gap beneath the door. It was very faint; only when he approached this closely did he slightly sense it, and he wasn't even sure.
The world inside the Ghost House was undoubtedly a reflection of reality, and although the reflected scenes might not be exactly one-to-one— there could be cases of "incomplete mirroring" or changes caused by the unique environment inside the Ghost House— information clues from both worlds could still be exchanged.
This was a very important point for someone engaged in exorcism work within ghost houses, as long as he didn't fall for the deceit of cunning ghosts.
Cen Dongsheng placed his hand on the doorknob.
Of course, he didn't have a key, but this problem wasn't worth dwelling on...
"Clang."
With a slight twist of his wrist, the doorknob, along with the iron door behind it, was twisted into a swirl-shaped scar by a huge force.
Cen Dongsheng kicked the door open.
"Come to think of it, this place seems a bit familiar..."
He tilted his head, recalling carefully, then remembered—
Isn't this Granny Lin's house?
Before the "ghost house transformation," he and Sister Zhi Zhen had been here and helped the old lady move.
He walked into the room, pulled open the wooden door on the inside, and the most prominent feature in this dimly lit narrow space was the altar table. On this table, he saw candles burned to the end and a photo shadowed by darkness.
Considering the surrounding darkness, with the Ghost House's perpetual night, this scene indeed looked quite eerie.
But Cen Dongsheng's heart lacked ripples. The only thing that concerned him was the abnormal aura he felt, very faint, thin air... right beneath the altar table.
Cen Dongsheng politely put his hands together in front of the mourning portrait as a greeting, then squatted down and reached in to explore for a while.
"This is..."
The thing he brought out seemed to be a wallet.
After flipping through it briefly, aside from a few photos, the only thing worth noting was a group photo.
In the middle stood a young man about twenty-five or six years old, with slightly long hair parted to the side, with one arm around a man about ten years older than him, both smiling gleefully, maybe the reason being their expressions. At a glance, they seemed "to be two of a kind."
And standing at the side was a woman around thirty years old, keeping a certain distance from the two companions. She wore a plain dress, her face bare of makeup, while her hands and neck were adorned with gold and silver jewelry. Although her looks differed significantly from the level of beauty of Sister Zhi Zhen, they were still pleasant to the eye, albeit with an unusually indifferent expression.
The background of the three was a shop filled with all sorts of antique accessories.
Cen Dongsheng stared at their faces, feeling a subtle sense.
After dealing with similar people frequently, sometimes a kind of intuition arises: although it lacks a systematic judgment like Sherlock Holmes deducing a person's profession from the mud on their shoes, this feeling is equally reliable.
Like now, Cen Dongsheng felt these people probably didn't engage in ordinary professions, possessing a quality incompatible with mainstream society.
In other words, they were unsettling dangerous elements, possibly gangsters, mercenaries, assassins, or members of a fraud syndicate. Among them, the woman's appearance seemed familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, though he doubted she was the same person...
He thought for a moment, finding no answer. Maybe a Curse Forbidden Master seen in a past life, but since there was no deep impression, it couldn't have been an important figure, probably not even as significant as his current self.
However, the atmosphere in this photo, coupled with the remaining aura on the wallet, suggested that this might very well belong to a Curse Forbidden Master, at least a related person.
Yet, why was it here? Wasn't this Granny Lin's home?
Cen Dongsheng recalled something.
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