The Villa

23.The Unholy Harvest

　　The moment that terrifying voice appeared, the three felt their souls freeze!

　　They slowly turned their heads and saw the old man who was clearly dead, appearing in front of them again!

　　Only this time, the old man was not holding a broom in his hand, but... a sharp pair of scissors!

　　He slowly approached the three, the smile on his face becoming more and more twisted and eerie.

　　The wrinkles seemed to be about to engulf his features, and the cold aura radiating from him grew stronger.

　　All three knew that the old man in front of them was probably no longer human!

　　Realizing the danger, they wanted to escape immediately, but they found they couldn't move their feet no matter what!

　　Their legs, as if filled with lead, were incredibly heavy!

　　"Is this the power of a ghost...?"

　　A cold chill swept through Ning's heart!

　　They were too weak, they had almost no power to fight back in front of the ghost!

　　Seeing the old man walking towards him step by step with the scissors in his hand, Bai behind him calmly said:

　　"Old man, we didn't deliberately touch anything in the temple, but Guang... doesn't like these things, it's what brought us here."

　　As soon as she mentioned the name Guang, the ferocious expression on the old man's face froze.

　　Then, his lifeless, dead fish eyes filled with immense terror!

　　He turned his gaze and stared fixedly at Bai.

　　"What are you saying..."

　　Sweat trickled down Bai's palm, but her expression remained unchanged. She continued:

　　"If you don't believe me, we can show you something."

　　As soon as she finished speaking, Ning also sensed the change in the old man's aura and immediately took out Guang's memorial tablet.

　　Seeing the memorial tablet, the old man, as if he saw something terrifying, suddenly screamed in terror, dropped the scissors in his hand, turned and ran towards the depths of the forest...

　　The moment he left, the three of them finally regained control of their bodies.

　　Cold sweat soaked their backs, they were all panting.

　　Liu said to Bai in admiration:

　　" Bai, you're still the best!"

　　"You managed to scare that old ghost away with just a few words!"

　　Bai let out a breath and said:

　　"I just tried it, I still have other ways if it didn't work..."

　　"... Now it seems that the events described in the annotations of this picture are likely not consistent with what happened back then. Otherwise, the old man wouldn't have been so afraid of Ning's memorial tablet!"

　　"Even a ghost is afraid, it shows just how powerful the resentment of the owner of this memorial tablet is after his death!"

　　Ning glanced at the memorial tablet, feeling a chill down his spine, but still put it away, and said:

　　"Let's leave. The old ghost might come back at any time, and there seem to be no other useful clues here..."

　　After all this delay, it was already noon.