Chapter 1246 1212: The Old House in the Mountains

The paper doll standing on the deserted mountain road wasn’t the real Leuk San, just one of his paper replicas.

Faced with Leuk San’s paper dolls, Yang Jian was unable to discern which one was real and which one was fake.

However, whether real or fake, all the paper dolls were under Leuk San’s control.

“Yang Jian, I’m truly sorry to have made you come all this way,”

the Leuk San in front of him said with a hint of apology: “As you can see, there’s been a small problem on my end. All the paper dolls have been used up, and not only was the problem not solved, but I also encountered an accident. Now all my paper dolls scattered in the forest have lost their ability to move.”

He pointed to his feet after speaking; “I can’t move.”

“Were you afflicted by a Supernatural Curse and nailed to the spot?” Yang Jian asked.

Leuk San replied: “This has to do with our last conversation. Do you remember I told you there used to be a morgue in my area during the Republic of China Period? Although it was long abandoned, people living nearby knew that an old man lived there, who had no name. The locals only knew him as the Corpse Guardian.”

“Some supernatural rumors from the Republic period piqued my curiosity, and I began investigating this Corpse Guardian. Eventually, I found some clues.”

“In this mountain, there’s a wooden old mansion, which is the last known location of that Corpse Guardian.”

Yang Jian listened as he continued.

Leuk San said: “However, when I ventured into that old mansion, I was attacked by something supernatural. I was trapped in that old mansion, and the paper dolls sent as reinforcements were also affected, losing their ability to move one by one… I suspect that old mansion is a trap, and anyone who approaches will face danger and mishaps.”

“But the mansion is hidden deep in the forest, rarely visited. I suspect this trap was specifically set for those seeking the Corpse Guardian, but I have no evidence now as I’ve been out of contact for some time. I can’t really know what has transpired inside the mansion.”

“So, despite your caution, using so many paper dolls, you still failed?” Yang Jian glanced at the eerie paper dolls standing still in the forest.

Clearly.

Leuk San was prepared, having brought a sufficient number of paper dolls to search for the Corpse Guardian.

Leuk San said, “I underestimated the situation. After several paper dolls lost contact after venturing into the old mansion, I ventured in myself. The mansion was peculiar, and I didn’t sense any danger. In hindsight, my supernatural senses might have interfered with my judgment, leading to a miscalculation.”

“Where is the old mansion? My Ghost Domain already covered this area earlier, but I couldn’t find the old mansion you mentioned,” Yang Jian asked.

“You need the correct path to reach the correct place. This is a supernatural area, invisible to the Ghost Domain, but follow my guidance, and you’ll see the old mansion,”

The Leuk San standing on the roadside pointed up the slope.

Yang Jian glanced up and immediately set off, heading up the slope into the forest, following Leuk San’s guidance.

The forest was dense, thick with underbrush, but none of this posed any obstacle to him.

The Ghost Shadow covered the surroundings, making way through the vegetation.

After walking for a short while,

there stood another paper doll behind a tree, which extended an arm, pointing to the left.

“Over here, Yang,” the paper doll spoke, in Leuk San’s voice.

Yang Jian changed direction and continued walking.

After walking left for a bit, he soon saw a paper doll standing on a tree branch, pointing with an arm, “This way.”

Yang Jian nodded and changed direction again towards the indicated path.

Clearly, when Leuk San approached the old mansion, he was very cautious, leaving a paper doll at intervals to ensure everything stayed within his control.

Soon.

Under the guidance of the paper dolls in the forest, Yang Jian unknowingly found himself on an eerie path.

A path paved with yellow mud, muddy underfoot, clinging with each step.

“This isn’t ordinary yellow mud; it carries a supernatural aura, acting as a medium. Only by stepping on this yellow mud path can one reach the right place; without it, no matter how you walk, you won’t reach it.”

Yang Jian looked down, thoughtful.

He’d encountered a similar yellow mud path before.

That was during the Ghost Post Office – he rode a supernatural bus to deliver a letter to an old mansion, where a yellow mud road led into the forest, ending at several eerie old graves….

Thinking back on that experience, Yang Jian still felt chills.

But unlike the dangers faced back then,

no dangers occurred on this road.

Along the yellow mud path, at intervals, stood Leuk San’s paper dolls.

“Just ahead, Yang. Be careful,” Leuk San’s paper doll continued to remind him, urging Yang Jian to be cautious and avoid mishaps.

Yang Jian didn’t find Leuk San’s repeated warnings nagging, but rather heeded the advice, being very cautious in his actions.

Continuing along the yellow mud path, the surrounding trees became more alien, and the light dimmed… In just a short moment, everything around him changed completely, having entered an unknown eerie place.

Soon.

When Yang Jian stopped walking, he had arrived.

A wooden old mansion stood before him, not large, with two stories, and the wood was gray and weathered, as if it had endured years of exposure to the elements.

Such old mansions are not uncommon in mountainous areas. In many remote places, such old homes still exist, and some are even inhabited.

“Yang Jian.”

A paper effigy of Leuk San remained at the mansion’s entrance, standing there motionless, not having entered the mansion, hence maintaining contact.

“This wooden old mansion actually trapped you inside?” Yang Jian frowned, his ghost eyes attempting to peer into everything in front of him.

Without a doubt.

There is indeed supernatural power interfering inside the wooden mansion, blocking his ghost eyes from spying.

“I personally think the me inside shouldn’t have any issues, but resolving such matters requires some time, so it’s not that I don’t want to attend the headquarters meeting, I’m just really tied up.” Leuk San sighed.

“I suspect that Corpse Guardian has likely died inside this old mansion and the ghost has already revived. The me inside is probably entangled with that ghost.”

Yang Jian said: “I don’t have time to waste here. I’ll go in, get you out, and you can come back later to resolve the supernatural incident here.”

“That will suffice, thank you.” said the paper effigy at the entrance.

Yang Jian didn’t waste words, water stains appeared at his feet, and soon those stains grew larger, turning into what seemed like a deep abyssal pool.

The next moment.

Water splashed.

A golden cracked long spear was hurled upwards.

Yang Jian grabbed it, opened his ghost eyes, and strode into the ancient mansion.

Upon entering.

The surrounding light seemed to completely vanish, darkness surged from all directions like a tide, the air was suffused with a putrid, moist scent, and odd noises faintly echoed within the house.

Every angle here was filled with supernatural phenomena.

Though the Ghost Domain couldn’t influence this location, the ghost eyes could still ignore the thick darkness, seeing the surroundings clearly.

“The layout of the house hasn’t changed.”

He glanced around.

The exterior and interior layouts matched each other, unaffected by the emergence of supernatural forces.

Yet Leuk San didn’t appear to be in the hall; it was empty, with nothing inside.

Yang Jian checked the room on the left, which contained useless dry wood and discarded farming tools, nothing more.

Frowning, he then checked the room on the right.

The room featured a bed, but the bedding had long since molded, covered thick with green moss, blackened and rotten.

“No problem either.”

After some observations, there appeared to be no abnormalities.

Yang Jian strode towards the back of the hall.

In the back was the kitchen.

Equally abandoned over time, yet beside the stove lay a wooden ladder, positioned to lead up to the second floor.

“So is Leuk San on the second floor?”

Yang Jian listened closely, indeed hearing some sounds from the second floor, though indistinct as to what they were.

Like footsteps, or someone knocking on the floor, yet the noises lacked regularity and rhythm.

After a moment of hesitation.

Yang Jian refrained from climbing the ladder, worrying about an attack from a malevolent entity.

With ghost shadow covering him, he ascended the walls in an unbelievable manner.

Soon enough.

He reached the second floor.

The area was empty except for unremarkable clutter, and at the center stood a coffin.

The design of this coffin was familiar, seen before in Huanggang Village, in ancient mansions, and in Taiping Ancient Town…but this coffin was black, not red.

A black coffin symbolized danger, a red coffin represented safety.

In previous encounters, black coffins contained either Ghost Envoy or fierce ghosts from Ghost Lake, frightfully terrifying.

“Still no sign of the ghost, nor Leuk San; the only possibility is that the ghost is inside the coffin…Leuk San is inside the coffin as well.” Yang Jian stood by the coffin, placing one hand on its black surface.

A cold feeling traveled up his arm, chilling even his dead body with its icy touch.

“This is truly troublesome; this is no ordinary mansion, it’s a Possessed House. Leuk San sure knows how to find spots; the place is so hidden, yet he found it. This Possessed House was clearly meant to evade discovery.” Yang Jian thought silently.

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