"What exactly is that Golden Spinning Silk you were talking about?"
At a snack stall outside the hospital.
Lu Fei and four others sat together at a small table.
Tie Shenglan, holding a pair of disposable chopsticks, poked at the noodles in her bowl and asked curiously.
"You'd have to ask Lu Fei. I have no idea. When it comes to evil objects, he's the expert." Jing Jian shrugged, took a couple of bites of his noodles, and frowned.
"What do you think, Lu Fei?"
Tie Shenglan turned her head to look at Lu Fei.
"I haven't seen it before, so I don't know either," Lu Fei said, spreading his hands and putting down his chopsticks.
The food outside the hospital really wasn't very good.
Everyone was a bit unable to eat.
Except for one person.
"Why aren't you guys eating?"
Zhang Molin ate with great relish, finishing the noodles in his bowl in just a few bites. When he looked up, he found that everyone else hadn't touched their chopsticks.
"We're not hungry, we really can't finish it." Lu Fei smiled.
Zhang Molin looked pained: "What a waste! Just give me what you can't finish."
"Oh? That would be too embarrassing." Tie Shenglans was surprised, "If you're still hungry, I'll order another serving for you."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Ordering another serving would be such a waste! When I was a kid, I ate at many different houses, relying on leftovers from each household."
Zhang Molin ended up finishing five bowls of noodles, even drinking the soup until it was completely gone, and he was so full that he kept burping.
"Are you okay?" Tie Shenglan was afraid he might burst from overeating.
"It's fine, it's fine," Zhang Molin said, holding his stomach, "Let's get back to business. Since we've decided to stay, what should we do next?"
For some reason, everyone looked at Lu Fei simultaneously.
"I stayed for the sake of collecting the golden silk. Naturally, I have to start from that angle." Lu Fei wasn't in a rush; it seemed he already had a plan.
"But didn't you just say you haven't seen it and don't know about it?"
Lu Fei smiled faintly: "We may not know, but there is someone who definitely knows."
"Who?"
Everyone opened their eyes wide with curiosity.
Lu Fei gestured to Hu Zi.
Hu Zi immediately understood and took out the noose wrapped in cloth from his backpack.
"Come on, let's find a quiet place and re-examine this hanged ghost."
Lu Fei got up and paid.
Everyone left the snack stand and found a hotel near the hospital.
They specifically asked for the room at the very end of the corridor, where the yin energy was the heaviest.
Under the shocked and puzzled gaze of the receptionist, they took the key and entered the room.
The blackout curtains were drawn.
The room became dim and gloomy.
The hanging rope was placed on the coffee table, surrounded by five people and one dog, six pairs of eyes staring at it.
"No matter how we ask, if this guy doesn't come out, there's nothing we can do about it." Jing Jian scratched his head.
"Why don't we just beat it up?" Tie Shenglan pulled out her twin rods.
The hanging rope seemed to tremble.
"Let me give it a try. "
Lu Fei picked up the hanging rope, walked into the bathroom alone, and closed the door.
Then, he took out the black umbrella from his backpack.
The black umbrella had the power to connect with the netherworld, but he had not tried to use it before, as it had previously ignored him, only coming to his rescue when his life was in danger.
But last time at Balong Mountain, in a moment of desperation, he found that he could control this aloof Yellow Spring Umbrella.
"Since you are my ritual implement, you should follow my commands, or else what's the point of keeping you?" Lu Fei said this on purpose.
The black umbrella was very quiet, but strangely, he sensed a hint of reluctance from it.
Afterwards.
He placed the hanging rope on the sink.
Holding the black umbrella, he took a deep breath and touched the tip of the umbrella to the rope.
"Tongyou!"
One second.
Two seconds.
Neither the hanging rope nor the black umbrella showed any reaction.
"How do I use it?" Lu Fei scratched his head.
Fortunately, no one else saw this; otherwise, it would have been too embarrassing.
The black umbrella remained motionless, but it seemed to be enjoying the misfortune with a sense of schadenfreude.
"Right, since it's a magical instrument, I should use my magic power!" He quickly realized this and held the black umbrella, channeling his magic power.
"Tongyou!"
The tip of the umbrella touched the rope.
A moment later.
The hanging rope began to tremble.
On the black canopy, dark red patterns gradually appeared.
Sinister red flowers bloomed one by one.
Instantly, fragmented and chaotic memories flooded Lu Fei's mind.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
In a corner of the factory, a young woman in a factory uniform was crying sorrowfully.
"Axiang, what's wrong?"
A hand rested on the woman's shoulder. She turned around and saw Young Master Jin's face full of concern.
"My father is sick and needs a large sum for hospitalization..."
"Silly girl, what's so difficult about a little money! How much do you need? I'll transfer it to you right away."
"Thank you, Young Master Jin. I will pay you back."
"Is that so? With what will you repay me?"
Young Master Jin curled his lips into an amused smile, his hand sliding from the woman's shoulder down to her slim waist...
"Ah Xiang, are you really sincere towards me? Or is it just for my money?"
"Young Master Jin, I swear, I genuinely like you as a person!"
The woman anxiously raised her finger.
"What good is just saying it? You have to prove it with your actions." Young Master Jin handed over a black jar.
"What is this?"
"It's a gift for you."
Young Master Jin's smile carried an inexplicable sinister aura.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then opened the jar.
A dark shadow suddenly leaped out and dove into her mouth.
"Ah!!!"
The woman screamed as she fell to the ground, clutching her throat with both hands, her body convulsing violently. Gnarled patterns appeared on her skin, as if something was writhing madly inside her.
"You, you..."
"Didn't you say you would do anything for me?"
Young Master Jin stroked the woman's contorted face, laughed loudly, and left confidently.
"You bastard Jin, I won't let you get away with this. Even as a ghost, I won't forgive you!"
Her black hair turned gray, her bones deformed so she could hardly stand. The woman, looking neither human nor ghost, placed a rope over the ceiling fan and hanged herself...
The screen turned black, and the memories came to an end.
The black umbrella returned to silence.
Lu Fei slowly opened his eyes, staring at the noose for a long time before pushing the door and walking out.
Everyone had been waiting anxiously.
"Lu Fei, how was it?"
Hospital.
Old Zhu, looking haggard, sat by the bedside, staring blankly at the IV drip.
"Dad, you should get some sleep."
Xiao Zhu, looking at his weary father, suddenly spoke up.
"Dad's not tired, you get some rest."
"The doctor said I'm fine. There's no one in the bed next to you, so take a nap. Your brother is already gone, and we can't afford for your body to break down too,"
"Alright, alright."
Seeing his son's concerned face, Old Zhu's eyes welled up with tears, and his grieving heart found a glimmer of solace.
Taking off his jacket, he lay sideways on the adjacent hospital bed, hanging his feet over the side to avoid dirtying the sheets.
He was utterly exhausted. In less than two seconds, faint snoring could be heard.
"Dad, I'm sorry, but I can't swallow this!"
Looking at his sleeping father, Xiaozhu, with a heavy heart, pulled out the IV tube from his hand, covered his father with a blanket, and, enduring the pain, tiptoed out of the ward.