g breast implants. I just want to be a little bigger, a C cup is enough! You look so tired from carrying all that around. You dress so conservatively and plain. You can't even project an air of elegan..."This must be a human head, why did they take away the 'people' character It leaves us utterly confused!" I said, frowning. There were at least seven or eight of these things around us. If an ordinary person stumbled in here, they would surely faint from fright!

"Are you stupid! What kind of place do you think this is Under the emperor's feet, you say people are flying around with severed heads You want to be invited by the relevant departments for a few years of tea"

She's still got that ruffian vibe, the kind of tough-talking gangster. In my mind, a real person should be more like Dabao.

Understated and cautious, walking the line between two worlds, maintaining good relationships with both humans and spirits.

But this older sister's gestures and movements exude the air of a big brother. I feel that in the underworld, she belongs to the kind who bullies her peers...

"So, the great master failed to exorcise them and ended up being possessed by those demons instead" My brother stepped on the gas and soon we were on the road leading to the mountain temple.

"The old monk still had some magical powers, but this wasn't something magic could solve. So he came up with a plan to trap the spirits that were bothering him in one place. After sunset, an array and illusions would appear there, preventing anyone who didn't know what was going on from entering, and keeping those ghosts from getting out." Aunty Wu took a drag of her cigarette.

She snorted disdainfully: "The old monk was also forced to do so. A higher official crushes people, he doesn't want to provoke, but he is forced to go..."

We exchanged glances with my brother. The rivers and lakes under the emperor's rule were indeed different from ours.

It's still more comfortable in a place far away from the emperor's reach.

"Boom! Boom!" Two muffled sounds hit the car door.

My brother scolded, "These shenanigans! Don't you dare damage my car! Getting it fixed is way too expensive!"

"Sister Wu snorted twice: "You're so young and driving such a good car, are you afraid of not having money to repair it It's okay, looking at your appearance and figure, you can just find a few rich women, right There are plenty of rich women here...or even rich men would work."

Pfft... Billionaire

My brother glanced at her when he had a moment: "You know a lot, big sister."

"Don't talk nonsense, I've seen all sorts of monsters and ghosts… Humans are even more disgusting than monsters! Hey, you drive the car to the side gate..." She directed my brother to take a detour.

"Why go through the side gate We're on Guanyin's turf, shouldn't we go through the main entrance and worship in the main hall" My brother asked, confused.

"The main gate is sealed with a magic array and won't open. There are bald men guarding the side door, they have to come and go even during the day," Aunty Wu said.

The head rammed into our car repeatedly, with a dull thudding sound that was terrifying.

This is different from the Luotou clan. The Luotou clan involves a soul leaving its body, while Ren Tou Man is... I understand it as a human head becoming a spirit!

This can often be found at many ancient battlefields or sacrificial pits, tribal clan sites, etc. People say it's harmful because it carries a lot of resentment.

The head is the first of the six yangs. In ancient times, when people were executed by beheading, the time of execution was carefully chosen. If the executioner wanted the condemned to have their soul and spirit scatter, they would choose noon. If they wanted to show some mercy, they would choose three o'clock in the afternoon when the yang energy declined.

But if it's killing the enemy on the battlefield, who cares about these things

Starting from the Qin Dynasty, “first merit” was measured by the number of heads taken. The amount of heads decided the size of a warrior's military achievement, so after every battle, there would be corpses everywhere and mountains of human heads.

They are usually burned or buried in pits, gradually becoming mass graves.

If the place where something is buried has some taboos in Feng Shui, it is easy to become a Yin land and give rise to bad things.

I heard that flying heads, or human-headed monsters, sometimes appear in the south, but they are relatively rare. It's uncommon to encounter one buried in a place of extreme darkness.

Our car was parked right at the front gate. Auntie Wu raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong Afraid to get out of the car Just use someone as bait. I sprained my ankle a couple days ago while fishing and it hasn't healed yet.”

My brother gave her a speechless glance. This yin difference is really too big of a deal.

"We don't need bait, just lock up these heads... Their ghosts are long gone, aren't they" my brother asked.

I nodded. "The ghost qi is very faint. I'll summon a little ghost to try it out."

After the recitation of the Bao-gao, two little imps let out two snickers and appeared in the backseat.

"Oh my god! You startled me! You summoned a ghost Why didn't you say anything! You nearly scared the life out of me!"

The little imp puffed up his chest and straightened his cap, glaring at her with an air of authority: “What When the little Empress summons me, does she need your permission”

Immediately, he instantly put on a fawning smile and rubbed his hands together: "Elder brother, you~~~~~"

"You, you, you what You think you can touch my steering wheel!" My brother glared at him fiercely.

The little imp immediately pouted, looking so wronged and pitiful, like a bullied elementary school student.

I almost pleaded for him.

My brother immediately yelled, "Don't be shameless! You old ghost Yincha actually tries to act cute! Don't think that Xiao Qiao indulges you, so you can keep plotting to mess with my car all day!"

The little imp puffed out his cheeks, and that grayish-blue face made such an expression quite endearing. He whispered, "Summoned by the little lady, what is it—"

"Bang!" A head slammed against the back car window!

The little spirit startled, hugging Dadi tightly and asked, "What is that! A human head Lady, why do you always attract these things! No wonder the Heavenly Emperor gave you this title! Otherwise, the Heavenly Emperor wouldn't be able to work peacefully at the Imperial Court!"

My brother twitched his lips.

“…You got promoted, and your guts grew bigger too…” I gritted my teeth at him.

“No, no, no! I dare not, I dare not…… There are so many of us, the two of us can’t hold them back…… I’ll go call for help, okay……” He was scared and shrank his neck, quickly admitting defeat!

They vanished with a snort, smoke trailing behind them. In moments, our car was surrounded by a dozen or so little demons, each brandishing their badges and chains, effectively trapping us.

"Young Mistress, we'll hold those flying things back. You hurry into the mountain gate!" The little demon attendant said, "These heads are quite devoid of spirits. We can't bind them, only manage to restrain them!"

"Well, okay." I nodded and turned to Aunty Wu, "Aunty Wu, are you foot really sprained Can you walk Maybe you should wait in the car"

Sister Wu spat: "Am I stupid! Of course I can run! How could an old driver not step on the gas pedal! Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

She jumped out of the car ahead of everyone else, and my brother and I looked at each other in stunned silence.

My brother muttered under his breath, "These sisters are really tough guys...to have women like this working as ghost hunters is impressive!"

With so many minor officials around, it was the first time I'd seen such a scene. As soon as I got out of the carriage, a minor official couldn't help but glance back at me.

"That...thank you for your hard work..." I nodded at them.

Some little imps were grinning excitedly, ghosts can be cute too.

Some used chains, some grabbed people's heads by the hair roughly, or pushed them to the ground and beat them... The scene was a bit... horrible.

> while."He glanced at the wandering monks outside and smiled, “In this age of decline, true monks who adhere to the precepts are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Though there are many fo...