Wu Jiaxin shook her head, "I didn't hear anything."
Zhao Yan glanced at Lingdang. When she was concentrating on drawing talismans, she would enter a state of self-forgetfulness, and external sounds were unlikely to affect her.
She took out her phone and checked it. It was already past seven o'clock.
"Let's wait a bit longer," Zhao Yan said softly.
As she spoke, she put her phone back into her pocket.
By eight o'clock, Lingdang made a ding-dong sound.
The sound lasted only once, and soon the red string binding Lingdang turned completely black.
This was followed by the red string snapping with a *pa ta* sound.
"I'm leaving. Xinxin, don't wander around in the car," Zhao Yan said softly.
Wu Jiaxin replied, "Sister Zhao, be careful."
Zhao Yan got out of the car and hurried towards the old aunt's house.
When she arrived at the old woman's doorstep at night, her house seemed even more filled with Yin energy.
Placing her hand on the door, Zhao Yan was about to knock.
Before she could even make a sound, the window on the second floor suddenly opened.
Zhao Yan quickly pressed herself against the wall.
Chen Hui opened the second-floor window and jumped down.
Her landing was light, and she glanced left and right before quickly running forward.
The Yin energy surrounding Chen Hui had become very heavy. As she turned her head, Zhao Yan saw two different faces on her.
These two faces gave Zhao Yan a very sinister feeling, and neither of them was the face she had seen on Chen Hui earlier that day.
Zhao Yan took out a speed talisman and stuck it to her feet, allowing her to keep pace with Chen Hui.
Unexpectedly, Chen Hui's speed was much faster than hers. Coupled with the darkness, she was soon out of sight.
Zhao Yan took out the blackened red string, placed it in her hand, and wrapped it with a talisman.
After chanting a few incantations, the talisman immediately ignited, flying forward in the air like a ball of ghost fire.
Zhao Yan followed the flame until it dissipated at the doorstep of a house.
Since the flame had disappeared here, Chen Hui must be here.
Zhao Yan stood still, listening intently to the surrounding sounds. A faint *chi chi* sound could be heard.
Following the sound, Zhao Yan looked towards the right.
The room was a cowshed made of wood, and Zhao Yan went to the entrance of the cowshed.
When she turned on her flashlight and shone it inside,
she saw Chen Hui, like a beast, biting tightly onto the neck of a large yellow cow.
The large yellow cow was already motionless.
Sensing the light, Chen Hui released her mouth and looked towards Zhao Yan with half-closed eyes.
At this moment, she could see Chen Hui's face more clearly. It was extremely ferocious and bizarre, with her skin completely rotted, and she could even see numerous maggots wriggling on her face.
Zhao Yan immediately understood that Chen Hui was already dead.
Chen Hui's body housed two souls: one was hers, and the other belonged to a malevolent spirit.
The two souls shared one corpse.
The peace talisman in her pocket became very hot. Zhao Yan reached out and took out the talisman, only to find it had turned to ash.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Hui had rushed out of the cowshed and lunged towards Zhao Yan's neck.
Her face was filled with a triumphant expression.
Zhao Yan immediately dodged to the side, holding a talisman in her right hand, and threw it, quickly sticking it onto Chen Hui.
The talisman made a *pa ta* sound and flashed with a golden light.
The moment the golden light flashed, Yang energy erupted.
This outburst only made Chen Hui stagger back a few steps. She looked down at the black smoke rising from her chest and glared at Zhao Yan even more fiercely.
As Chen Hui lunged forward again, Zhao Yan immediately took out a Thunderclap Talisman, placed it in her palm, and threw it quickly.
Sensing the Yang energy from the Thunderclap Talisman, Chen Hui was terrified and retreated backward frantically.
Her face was filled with shock. She thought she could evade the Thunderclap Talisman, but unexpectedly, the talisman seemed to have eyes. As she dodged to the left, crackling sounds erupted from her body.
The Thunderclap Talisman stuck to her, and the lightning within struck her, causing her Yin energy to rapidly leak out.
"Eh!"
Zhao Yan exclaimed in surprise. The Thunderclap Talisman had failed to expel the malevolent spirit from Chen Hui's body.
The injured Chen Hui quickly ran to the left.
Zhao Yan followed. Since she knew about the evil spirit within Chen Hui, it would be difficult to find her again if she escaped.
Looking at the direction Chen Hui was running, Zhao Yan expected her to flee into the deep mountains and forests. However, she did not expect her to run towards her own home.
"This is bad. Could she be trying to abduct the old woman?" Zhao Yan muttered.
With this thought, she quickened her pace and soon arrived at Chen Hui's house.
At this moment, the door to the room was open.
As Zhao Yan walked in, the room was very dark.
She turned on her phone, and the flashlight illuminated the way as she walked forward step by step.
It was as if she was being swallowed by the darkness, with no light anywhere around.
Sensing something, Zhao Yan revealed a cold smile and quickly retreated a step backward.
As she retreated, Chen Hui lunged from the corner of the room.
Zhao Yan shone her flashlight on Chen Hui's face. Chen Hui, having been struck by the Thunderclap Talisman, had most of her Yin energy depleted.
Her body now emitted a rotten stench, like a corpse that had been dead for seven or eight days.
"Mom!" Chen Hui looked at the three talismans in Zhao Yan's hand, knowing she could not escape. She immediately called out.
Hearing this, the old woman walked out of the room.
Zhao Yan was about to speak when, before she could utter a word, the old woman suddenly pulled an iron rod from behind her back and swung it towards Zhao Yan's head.
The sudden blow almost caught Zhao Yan off guard. She quickly dodged to the left.
Even though she dodged to the left, avoiding a direct hit to the head, her shoulder was still struck.
With a crisp *bang*, Zhao Yan couldn't help but gasp, her face twitching from the pain in her arm.
The old woman looked at Zhao Yan, tears streaming down her face, and said, "I'm sorry. I'm doing this for my daughter. Her body can no longer sustain her, and she urgently needs a suitable body! I'm sorry!"
Saying this, she quickly lunged forward, intending to strike Zhao Yan again.
At the same time, Chen Hui's feet pushed off the corner wall, and she forcefully lunged towards Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan's expression turned grim. The old woman had dared to play a trick on her.
The old woman's speed in raising the iron rod was no match for Zhao Yan's. She was first kicked in the chest.
The immense force of the impact sent the old woman crashing into the wall, her head making forceful contact with it.
With a crisp *bang*, it was clear it was a solid hit.