Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 982 - 513: Above Heroic Land, Hounded by a Hundred Ghosts

Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is said that on this day, the Ghost Gate opens wide, and malicious ghosts escape from Hell to wander in the mortal realm.

In the memories of the Murong brothers, every year's Mid-Autumn Festival weather was also very typical of the festival—either cloudy, rainy, or windy.

This year was no exception.

The drizzling rain almost ceased to exist, yet it gave people a sense of chilliness.

Especially when combined with the graveyard behind Yuzhu Manor, it truly felt festive.

Today, Yuzhu Manor was particularly quiet.

Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er were both occupied, either dealing with those who threaten Heroic Land, punishing them wherever they may be, or Feitian was off somewhere practicing martial arts, spreading the spirit of heroism, leaving only the Murong brothers and Ning Qing to enjoy their private world during Mid-Autumn Festival.

This should be their rare moment of leisure during these times.

The Murong brothers, understanding the art of romance, had already begun preparing a candlelight dinner for Ning Qing.

Today, he planned to showcase his specialty dish, West Lake Vinegar Fish.

The fire in the stove flared up, arguably the only light in this world.

The group of heroes at Yuzhu Manor enjoyed tranquility; whoever dared venture into their territory, the Old Demon's, ahem, Young Hero's Purgatory, left people tormented, wishing to live but unable to, with no return once entered.

Dusk gradually fell, knowing they were about to enjoy their private world, Ning Qing should be grooming.

The Murong brothers adjusted the yellow sugar and aged vinegar, pouring them into the pot. As the fish rolled over, the room was immediately filled with the aroma of West Lake Vinegar Fish.

The Murong brothers couldn't help but close their eyes, as if they had returned to the misty rain over West Lake.

There was his youth, his memories, and those he couldn't bear to recall....

Co-co~~~!

Two loud rooster crows suddenly interrupted the Murong brothers' train of thought.

Whose rooster?

Yuzhu Manor was large, with quite a few pets—donkeys, horses, pandas, even five or six large spiders.

But Yuzhu Manor did not keep chickens, as Heroic Land did not encourage brothel visits, and Yuzhu Manor took this to the extreme, not even keeping chickens.

The Murong brothers couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be a wild rooster?"

"Do wild roosters crow?"

At this moment, the world was dark.

Logically speaking, a rooster's crow often signifies dawn, heralding the arrival of light, even in folk stories, as soon as a rooster crows, zombies retreat.

Yet, at this moment, the crowing instead suggested an ominous feeling.

After all, it was about to be night, not the break of dawn.

It can only be said that the Mid-Autumn atmosphere makes any abnormal event feel eerie and frightening.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the stove.

Even as the Murong brothers, ranked second among the Young Heroes of Yuzhu Manor, couldn't help but shiver.

Why would there be a woman's voice from the stove?

The Murong brothers looked down, only to see a woman's face in the flames of the stove, melting and crackling.

"Paper doll?"

Where did a paper doll come from in the stove?

Even if it was a paper doll, how would it scream?

Could it possibly be real ghosts?

The Murong brothers developed an uneasy feeling.

This unease, appearing in the core of Yuzhu Manor within Heroic Land, was something he had not encountered for a long time.

This must be someone playing tricks.

Perhaps someone stealthily placed this paper doll in the stove where he and Ning Qing were located; whoever came must also be a master.

"Ning Qing!"

The Murong brothers hurried toward Ning Qing's room.

He dashed with incredible speed, leaving behind a trail of shadows.

Ning Qing's room was on the east side, the one with corn cobs hanging outside.

But when the Murong brothers entered, it was empty.

Where Ning Qing should have been grooming was vacant!

The Murong brothers felt slightly unsettled.

The next moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded.

This whistle was piercing, as if a woman was being tortured, letting out a heartrending scream, making one's very soul shiver.

The Murong brothers turned to look, finding it was coming from the direction of the graveyard.

He knew this wasn't Ning Qing's voice, but he still rushed toward that area.

The Murong brothers moved swiftly, initially swinging his sleeves like a giant moth flying towards that place, but by this time, he was already lying in the air, darting forward with a twisting motion.

Because of his incredible speed, the drizzling rain seemed afraid, scattering, forming a gray-white torrent.

In the blink of an eye, the sound was very close.

Though the bamboo on the graveyard went through several battles and were occasionally chopped by Duan Yun and others to use as firewood or make bamboo tube rice, brew bamboo wine, these things' tenacity quickly made them grow densely again.

The whistle originated from behind a patch of bamboo.

The Murong brothers swiftly descended, closing in on the place.

At the moment when the scene below unfolded, the Murong brothers almost "crashed."

Because the first thing he saw was Ning Qing's face.

Ning Qing was kneeling there, continuously blowing the whistle, the piercing sound coming from her mouth.

In that instant, cold sweat broke out on the Murong brothers.

With a thud, he landed and rushed over.

And in the next moment, he hesitated.

For upon closer inspection, she wasn't Ning Qing at all, but a paper doll remarkably resembling her.

The paper doll was intricately woven, making it genuinely easy for one to mistake it in the dim environment from a distance.

There must be some mechanism inside the paper doll's mouth, causing the whistle to endlessly sound.