Something's Wrong With My Wife

Chapter 64 - 64: Night Cry of a Hundred Ghosts

Chapter 64: Night Cry of a Hundred Ghosts

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The house was empty.

There was no bed, no blanket.

It was especially cold in the mountain village at night.

Luo Qingzhou held onto Xiao Die and sat down in the corner of the room, letting her sleep in his arms.

The little girl had been frightened during the day. After climbing the mountain and walking for so long, she was already exhausted.

After sewing his clothes, she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

Outside the house, the night wind moaned, rustling the branches and weeds. In the forest not far away, the occasional cry of an owl sounded. It was beyond eerie.

Outside the window, a silver moon hung in the night sky. It flickered in and out of the dark clouds, like someone’s eye peeping at the ground.

Luo Qingzhou did not feel sleepy at all.

After Xiao Die fell asleep, he placed her on the robe that he had laid on the ground and tightened her robe so that she would not catch a cold. Then, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate. He cultivated the internal cultivation technique.

After a few cycles, his entire body felt warm and comfortable.

The pain in his entire body was gradually receding, and his injured skin was slowly repairing.

At midnight.

Suddenly, a cat meowed outside the window.

Following that, the window, which could no longer be closed, made a whooshing sound, as if a wind was blowing in.

Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and looked over.

A black shadow suddenly appeared outside the window, standing there silently like a ghost.

No one knew how long it had been standing there.

Under the moonlight, that figure gradually became clear.

Her hair was white and her face was filled with wrinkles. A strange smile appeared on her lips.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

She was also looking at Luo Qingzhou.

There was a strange silence. Apart from the whimpering of the night wind, there was no other sound.

“Meow—”

Suddenly, a cat meowed.

Then, a wild cat passed through the black shadow and jumped onto the windowsill. Its cold eyes flickered as it looked into the house.

The figure standing in front of the window strangely disappeared.

It was as if it was just a shadow. After the wild cat passed through its body, it shattered and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Qingzhou sat in the corner and looked at the wild cat on the windowsill. He did not move or speak.

After looking at him for a while, the wild cat turned around and jumped into the courtyard.

Then, it left the courtyard from the collapsed courtyard wall.

At this moment, the wind outside became louder. It sounded as if someone was crying.

The cries were shrill and intermittent.

Luo Qingzhou stood up and walked out.

He stood in the small courtyard for a while and walked out of the door. Feeling an impulse to turn around, he did so and suddenly saw a black shadow standing at the entrance of a house that was situated near the entrance of the village.

The night wind blew. The black figure was hunched over, and its white hair was fluttering. He slowly turned his head and looked at him.

Under the cold and dim moonlight, Luo Qingzhou saw that the black shadow had a face filled with wrinkles and spots only found on corpses. There was still a strange smile on its lips.

Luo Qingzhou stared at it intently and walked over.

When he got close, the figure had already entered the door and disappeared.

Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and looked at the old rotting door. As he thought of the past, he walked in.

The small courtyard was overgrown with weeds as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

The door to the hall was locked, and the iron lock was already rusty.

The wooden door of the neighboring house was slightly ajar. From the gap, something seemed to be shaking inside.

Luo Qingzhou paused in the courtyard for a while before walking over and gently pushing open the door.

A rope hung down from the beam in the room.

A white-haired elderly’s lifeless body hung from the rope.

The elderly had already died. Her white hair fell and covered her wrinkled face.

The night wind blew in through the broken window, and the elderly woman’s thin and weak body swayed gently in the air.

The rope rubbed against the beam above. The beam was already extremely fragile and creaked.

Luo Qingzhou knew this elderly.

His mother had once addressed her as “Auntie Shuizi”. Xiao Die had come here during the day to chat with her for the entire afternoon. She had also borrowed needles and thread from here.

The old woman was all alone in the village for many years. Today, after chatting with an unfamiliar girl for the entire afternoon, she returned to her room and hung herself.

She told Xiao Die that this place was haunted. It was very likely that she was old, frail, and about to die, so she could see ghosts.

To her, death might have liberated her.

However…

Luo Qingzhou looked at the body of the old woman in front of him and thought about the white-haired black shadow he had just seen.

Was that the old woman’s soul? Was she bidding farewell to them before she left?

But why was he suddenly able to see it?

According to the book, people with powerful souls, elderlies, people who were ill for a long time, or people who were about to die could sometimes see ghosts and things that they usually could not see.

Could it be that during this time, after continuously consuming the ink-black liquid produced by the Lunisolar Mirror, his soul had already become very powerful?

Or did the life-and-death battle today suddenly cause a qualitative change in his soul?

To be honest, Luo Qingzhou was a little afraid when he suddenly saw the black shadow outside the window.

However, his curiosity and calmness quickly overcame his fear.

He did not do anything against his conscience, so he need not be afraid even if it was a ghost.

Moreover, his Qi and blood were rich now, and his spirit was strong. Naturally, his courage had increased. He did not have to be afraid of these ghosts that only dared to come out at night.

The ghost was the one who should be afraid of him.

With this thought in mind, Luo Qingzhou went forward to remove the old woman’s corpse from the rope.

“Woo…”

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew from outside the window, causing the wooden window to rattle.

At the same time, the sound of a woman crying could be heard outside.

Then, there was the sound of men crying, babies crying, and old people crying.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on the low courtyard wall and floated into the courtyard. Its body twisted and swayed, and its long hair fell to the ground. It let out a whimper.

Then, more black shadows appeared. At the entrance, on the courtyard wall, and in the small courtyard, they twisted and swayed. Their long hair fluttered as they cried.

It was like a hundred ghosts dancing at night and a thousand ghosts crying at night!

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze and first removed the elderly woman’s corpse. He placed it on the bed and covered it with a blanket. Then, he left the room and stood in the small courtyard.

The distorted and whimpering black shadows in the small courtyard swayed their bodies even more crazily.

Gusts of cold wind swirled around the ground.

Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists and walked down the steps toward the ferociously twisting black shadows.

Every time he took a step forward, the black shadows would drift backward, as if they did not want him to approach.

Luo Qingzhou sneered mentally. He suddenly assumed a posture and started practicing Thunder Fist in the courtyard.

Boom!

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the silent night.

Whoo…

A cold wind blew wildly. The black shadows that were dancing crazily immediately whimpered in fear and fled in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, all of them disappeared without a trace.

Silence returned to the small courtyard. Even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

“As expected, the weak are afraid of the real, the Yin is afraid of the Yang, and the ghosts are afraid of those with courage! If one’s blood and Qi is strong, his soul will be strong, and his courage will be strong too!”

“If a timid person encounters these ghosts while walking at night, they won’t be able to see. However, they can feel the cold wind beside their ears, feel a chill on their backs, and feel fear in their hearts. The more frightened they are, the weaker their soul and Qi will be, and the more arrogant these ghosts will be… When they return, they will suffer from a terrible illness. If they are treated well, they can still live. If they are not treated well, their souls will be too weak, and they will fall ill and die…’

“Some people who are plagued by illness or elderly can see these ghosts wreaking havoc everywhere at night. When they can start seeing these ghosts, they might not be far from death… If they can’t strengthen their bodies and souls, they might die…”

“Some spirits died unjustly. They were filled with hatred, so they wandered around and harmed people..

Thinking of the records in the book, Luo Qingzhou left the small courtyard and returned to his residence.

Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly realized that a black shadow was squatting on the collapsed courtyard wall.

The black shadow was surrounded by black fog. Its figure was more corporeal than the ghost he had just seen. His face could not be seen clearly, but he could see two slightly red eyes.

Luo Qingzhou took a look and suddenly heard its thoughts.

“This human is so scary. His Qi and blood are so vigorous. He’s not someone to be trifled with… Why is he looking straight at me? It’s impossible for him to see me… I should go back and cultivate… ”

The black shadow turned around and left.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned. “Cultivate?”

His heart skipped a beat and he immediately followed..