The hearse drove away slowly, but I heard someone calling me from behind: "Li Po, Li Po, I'm behind you."

I only turned my head slightly, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lin Zhao standing upright at the gatehouse window, raising an arm and waving his right hand up and down: "Li Po, come over, I'm behind you."

That wasn't Lin Zhao!

It was the puppet she had just made.

The cloth figure's arm was tied with wooden strips and couldn't bend, only the wrist could move. If the cloth figure was waving at me, wouldn't that be exactly the posture it should be in now?

The puppet was alive.

Where did Lin Zhao go?

As I moved my feet, the gatehouse door slammed shut, and another Lin Zhao appeared in the gatehouse, the coffin nail in his hand instantly piercing through the person in front.

The bloody nail tip pierced through the shoulder of the figure in front, and the person who had been pierced immediately grabbed the perpetrator behind him with a backhand.

The two of them fell to the ground together.

I was immediately stunned: which of the two Lin Zhaos was real?

My ghost eyes only saw yin energy on both of them, and before I could distinguish whether they were human or ghost, they fell out of my sight.

I rushed to the window in one step, and the two Lin Zhaos simultaneously pressed their hands on the table shoulder-to-shoulder and got up from the ground.

Both of them showed only half of their bodies from under the table, and looked at my face from the same angle. Both pairs of eyes rolled upwards at the same speed, revealing a patch of white.

Before I could react, flames burst out from the seven orifices of one of the Lin Zhaos. In the next moment, that person exploded from the inside out, and the body, torn into several pieces by the explosion, flew several meters away.

While the shredded cloth scattered from her body was still flying all over the sky, the other Lin Zhao had already stood up, pushed open the door and shouted at me, "Li Po, come in quickly."

As soon as I stepped one foot into the door, I saw a sneer in the corner of my eye from the Lin Zhao who opened the door.

Gui Ying Men (ghost welcomes at the door).

Gui Ying Men, as it is called in the world of術道 (Shu Dao, Daoist arts), is a trick that ghosts use specifically to deal with constables.

When the constable knocks on the door, the person inside is already dead, and the one who comes to open the door is just his ghost.

The reason why a dead person opens the door for a living person is either to tell the other person about their grievances, or to keep the living person to accompany them.

In ancient times, constables were very particular about entering doors. They usually used two people to investigate cases, one for fairness, and the other to see if the person was dead or alive.

When a normal person enters a door, their eyes either look at the face of the host, or they secretly observe the situation in the house.

Using two constables was to divide the work when entering the door, one to look at the person, and one to look at the house. The constable behind also had to hold the door with his foot.

Looking separately was to prevent the person who opened the door from suddenly changing his face when they turned their heads.

Using a foot to hold the door was also to give themselves a chance to withdraw in time, so as not to be trapped inside after the dead person closed the door.

As soon as my gaze met Lin Zhao's by the door, the latter withdrew his left hand holding the doorknob, and the hinges of the door suddenly made a wailing creak, and the door slammed shut in an instant.

The light in the room suddenly went out, and Lin Zhao disappeared without a trace as if he had merged into the darkness.

Just as my hands were about to sink towards the handle of my knife, the wardrobe in the room suddenly fell to the ground.

In the instant when dust burst out in all directions, the wooden board behind the wardrobe was also blown away by a palm, and Lin Zhao sat up directly from the wardrobe, and the knife in my hand was placed on the other person's neck: "Who are you?"

"I'm your Third Master! Ouch..." Before Lin Zhao could finish speaking, I flicked her on the forehead with my finger.

Lin Zhao covered her head and shouted, "Li Po! Are you trying to kill me? If you keep flicking me like this, I'm going to become stupid!"

"What are you doing in the closet for no reason? And what's going on with the ghost in the room?" I picked Lin Zhao out of the closet.

Of course, I wouldn't tell her that the way I determined whether she was real was that flick on the forehead just now.

Ghosts can pretend to be the people around you, imitating their expressions and temperament vividly, but they can't fake the feel.

The tactile sensation between my finger and her forehead matched, this person was Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao covered her head and said, "After you went out, I encountered a ghost reaching out through the wall."

If a ghost wants to reach out through the wall, it must be very familiar with the environment. At least it must know where to reach out to catch the person in the room. Otherwise, if it grabs empty-handed, it will have to find another place.

"The ghost reached out from the closet door to grab me. I pretended I didn't know anything and let it drag me into the closet. Then, I waited to see what it was going to do."

Under normal circumstances, ghosts hide in the closet and secretly look at the people in the room through the half-opened door, but Lin Zhao just turned things around and hid in the closet to watch the ghost.

I asked casually, "When ghosts drag people into closets, they usually strangle them to death directly. How did you trick it?"

Lin Zhao hooked her fingers on her collar and pulled it down, revealing the bruised finger marks on her neck. The blood on her face faded away in an instant, her eyes protruded from their sockets, and blood also flowed from her nose.