pertwk Chapter 2: What the hell is lightning?
Chapter 2: What the hell is lightning?
Song Qiaoyun hurriedly went downstairs to greet the person, while Jiang Rongrong held her phone and pointed the camera at the already decorated living room.
In the dimly lit living room, the curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Red silk threads hung all around, with copper bells attached to them, jingling loudly in the wind.
The walls were covered with a jumble of yellow paper talismans that I bought for 9.9 yuan with free shipping from Taobao.
Adorned with graffiti made of red paint of unknown origin, against the backdrop of a gloomy sky...
It definitely exudes a sinister, ghostly aura.
The screen was flooded with comments:
"Wow, this atmosphere is amazing! It's got that eerie, ghostly vibe even without the filter!"
"This isn't a prank, this is sending the little Taoist priest away, hahaha!"
At this moment, at the entrance of the Bishuiwan Villa area.
The bus slowly drove away.
Lin Jinian, carrying a satchel, looked up at the imposing gate in front of him, then looked at the sky.
The sky, which was just a little gloomy a moment ago, is now covered with dark clouds.
"Given this weather, it looks like a downpour is coming."
Lin Jinian muttered something to himself and walked towards the security booth.
The security guard was a young man, idly scrolling through short videos.
Looking up, he saw Lin Jinian in a Taoist robe, and his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character.
"Are they here to promote feudal superstition again?"
The security guard looked Lin Jinian up and down:
"Why are there so many strange people these days? A monk came the day before yesterday, a shaman came yesterday, and a Taoist priest came today."
Lin Jinian remained calm and showed no anger.
He simply stated the house number: "This humble Taoist has been invited to Villa No. 17."
The security guard pursed his lips, but still pressed the intercom button.
The screen lit up, and Song Qiaoyun's slightly nervous face appeared on the screen.
After confirming, the door opened with a "beep".
Watching Lin Jinian's retreating figure, the security guard muttered to his colleague beside him:
"This villa area has indeed been quite turbulent lately; I've heard that things have gotten very tense around Mr. Wang's place as well."
"This kid looks so young, he's probably just trying to scam people."
The colleague replied, "Rich people believe in these things, there's no such thing as gods or ghosts."
Lin Jinian walked into the villa area and followed the signs all the way in.
The surrounding area is very green.
When they arrived at the entrance of Villa No. 17, Song Qiaoyun was already waiting there.
"Master! You've finally arrived!"
Song Qiaoyun put on her acting skills, looking anxious, and said in a low voice,
"Come in quickly, something's really wrong with this house!"
As she led Lin Jinian inside, she began to make up a story:
"This is my cousin's house; it's been empty for a long time."
"Lately, I can always hear footsteps coming from upstairs, day or night."
"There was even a woman crying... We were terrified!"
Lin Jinian walked into the living room and looked around.
The room was filled with red ropes and cheap talismans...
"Don't worry."
Lin Jinian said calmly, "Let me take a look."
At this moment, Song Qiaoyun had secretly pointed the phone camera hidden behind the potted plant at Lin Jinian.
In the live stream:
"Holy crap! This young Taoist priest is kind of handsome!"
"Is this really Master Wang Ye descending the mountain? But with that kind of good looks, why would he be a fraud?!"
"What a pity. He looks so upright and dignified, why doesn't he learn to be good?"
"Stop swooning upstairs, I'm just waiting for this guy to cry from fright!"
Lin Jinian put down his satchel, took out a compass, and took a couple of steps in a pretentious manner.
Since you've already accepted 500 yuan, you still need to follow the proper procedures; that's professional ethics.
At this moment, the dark clouds outside the window, which had previously been churning, seemed to have finally gathered enough power.
"Click—"
A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the night sky like a silver serpent.
A pale light instantly pierced through the gap in the curtains, shattering the dimly lit living room.
Immediately afterwards, a muffled thunderclap resounded.
The huge crystal chandelier on the roof began to flicker wildly, whether due to unstable voltage or some other reason.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
The filament emitted a teeth-grinding electrical hum, and the light flickered.
The red ropes and yellow talismans hanging all over the room looked like distorted ghost faces in the sunlight.
It cast menacing shadows on the wall.
"Waaaaah... I died such a terrible death..."
A mournful and plaintive female voice suddenly came from the depths of the second-floor corridor.
The sound carried a distorted, hollow quality, echoing throughout the spacious, high-ceilinged living room.
It drills into a person's eardrum, raising goosebumps.
A pale figure flashed past the carved railing on the second floor!
"ah--!!!"
Song Qiaoyun let out a high-decibel scream at just the right moment.
She abruptly took a step back, nearly knocking over the blue-and-white porcelain vase behind her.
His face turned deathly pale, and his trembling finger pointed to the second-floor stairwell:
"Master! Master, did you see that?! There's something there! Just now... just now it seemed to float by!"
Lin Jinian frowned slightly and looked up in the direction she was pointing.
From the shadows at the corner of the second-floor staircase, a figure slowly emerged.
She was dressed in blood-stained white, her long hair cascading down her front.
Like a tangled clump of seaweed, it completely obscured her face.
She didn't speak, but her body stiffened as she tried to move down the stairs step by step.
With each step, the wide white robe trailed behind him on the steps, making a rustling sound.
It was magnified infinitely in this deathly silence.
The window was suddenly blown open by the draft and slammed against the wall with a "bang".
A howling wind rushed in, whipping up the floor-to-ceiling curtains and making them dance wildly, like white banners summoning ghosts.
The dozens of copper bells hanging on the red rope began to ring wildly when the wind blew them.
"Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring ring!"
The chat exploded:
"Oh my god! I was so scared I threw my phone away!"
"Protective divine light! Civilization and harmony..."
"This isn't a prank, this is a real ghost!"
"The streamer's gone too far; be careful, things might get messed up!"
Lin Jinian was indeed taken aback by this sudden scene.
But it was only for a moment.
As a cultivator, the first reaction to encountering "evil spirits" is to blast them away!
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power..."
Lin Jinian subconsciously made a hand seal with his right hand, and faint arcs of heat appeared on his fingertips.
Just as he was about to unleash a "Bing Fire Yang Thunder" attack, his movements suddenly stopped.
and many more.
Why is that "female ghost" looking down at the road?
Lin Jinian had excellent eyesight; even in dim light,
He could also clearly see that the figure in white had their vision obscured by their hair.
I walked down the stairs carefully, my toes still testing the edge of the steps, afraid of missing a step and falling.
Do real ghosts need to watch out for steps when they walk?
"..."
Lin Jinian understood something, and his expression became somewhat strange.
Is this what they call "exorcising evil spirits"?
So you're just putting on an act with him here?
But the Thunder Technique in his hand was already complete, and the arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released.
Forcibly taking it back will backfire.
Lin Jinian's mind raced, and his fingertips turned slightly to the side by an inch.
"Imperial Edict!"
A low shout.
In the dimly lit living room, a blinding blue-white bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
"boom!!!"
With a deafening explosion, the bolt of lightning grazed Jiang Rongrong's body.
It slammed hard against the stairwell and the floor tiles beside her.
Rock fragments flew everywhere, sparks flew in all directions!
The once exquisite marble floor tiles were blasted into a large, charred crater.
A strong, burnt smell filled the air.
Just as Jiang Rongrong was about to continue "taking her life," she felt a wave of heat hit her face and her ears started ringing.
She was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she plopped down on the stairs with a "thud".
I didn't dare to move!
That was... lightning?!
Song Qiaoyun opened her mouth wide, the scream stuck in her throat, like a duck being choked.
Only the howling wind outside the window remained.
Lin Jinian withdrew his hand, looked at the two people who were dumbfounded, and then looked at the large pit on the ground that was still emitting blue smoke.
He flicked his sleeve lightly.
"Laymen, isn't this joke a bit too much?"
Song Qiaoyun finally came to her senses.
He stammered, barely able to speak: "This...this...what does this mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything."
Lin Jinian then extended his hand, his expression serious:
"Alright, it's all a misunderstanding."
"But I came in person and did my part."
"Please settle the 500 yuan; I need to catch the last bus back."
Song Qiaoyun's mind went blank, and she mechanically took out her phone.
He transferred 500 yuan to Lin Jinian with trembling hands.
"Take the money and leave."
Lin Jinian received the transfer notification and nodded in satisfaction.
Without even glancing at the two terrified women, he turned and left the villa.
Until the sound of the villa gate closing was heard.
Song Qiaoyun finally realized what was happening and screamed as she rushed towards the stairs:
"Rongrong! Rongrong, are you alright?!"
Jiang Rongrong was slumped on the stairs, her wig askew.
His face, soaked with sweat, was exposed, and his eyes still held a trace of fear.
Her hand trembled as she pointed to the crater in the ground: "Qiaoyun... is that real? Am I dreaming?"
The two helped each other to the phone.
Upon looking at the screen, the two were stunned once again.
The number of viewers in the live stream has suddenly surged to over 1500!
She, a small streamer with 5 followers, had never had so many followers before.