In the empty hall, only me, my mother, and Yan Yue were left.

My mother muttered a few words, but after all, she couldn't hold back the anxiety in her heart, so she got up and walked outside the courtyard, pacing back and forth.

I quietly glanced at Yan Yue, who was hanging her head and absentmindedly looking around on the ground.

When she looked up at me, I hurriedly cupped my cheek and pretended to be thoughtful.

"Hey, don't think about it later."

Yan Yue's sweet voice was soft, revealing a somewhat commanding tone.

I looked at her delicate and childish face and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Her jade cheeks became more and more blushing, and she said coquettishly: Don't ask, you will pretend to be a demented person later, and you are not allowed to have the slightest distraction.

"Well, I'll be a fool later."

She chuckled, but the smile lasted only a second or two, and her face turned cold again.

Half an hour later, the old man led Sister Yun and Yan Yang out of the inner room slowly.

When I saw Sister Yun, I was taken aback.

Her face was pale, her lips were blue, and her eye sockets were slightly sunken, as if she had regained the light of day after recovering from a serious illness.

I stood up and hurried to meet her, but as soon as I touched her delicate wrist, a chill filled my body.

I sat down with her and said in surprise: Sister, why are you so cold?

The old man poured a cup of warm tea, handed it to Sister Yun's hand, and said calmly: It's okay, just let her slow down for five or six minutes.

"Ah, my girl is suffering."

A few steps outside the door, my mother's concerned voice was heard.

Before her words fell, the person had already rushed to Sister Yun. She took off her thin gown and gently draped it on Sister Yun's body.

The old man looked at me and Yan Yue, turned around, and dropped his words: You two come in with me.

I was about to get up, but Yan Yue suddenly ran to me, stared at me with cold eyes, and said: Remember what I told you, don't think blindly.

I smiled dumbfoundedly, got up and followed her to the inner room.

As soon as I stepped into the inner room, my heart beat violently like a hammer beating a drum.

The whole room, the walls of the circle were all scarlet. It's like making a person who has been stripped of his flesh and skin into a huge blood brush, brushing it back and forth.

What is bearable is that there is no choking smell in the house, and the blood-colored walls are not too dazzling.

On the whole, this inner room is more empty and lonely than the one where the portrait of the eldest lady is hung.

Walking to the innermost, a pair of white bathtubs in the shape of "8" appeared.

In the middle of the tub, a black wooden board is erected to act as an insulator.

Under the wooden plank, there are countless small holes the thickness of needles, and I don't know what they mean.

Suddenly, the old man took out a sharp knife from his bosom and walked towards me.

"Grandpa Yan, what are you going to do?"

My heart was pounding and I took a few steps back.

Yan Yue, who was standing behind me, pushed me aside, and said with a disdainful face: Look at you as a coward.

After speaking, she stepped forward, took the sharp knife, bent down, put her wrist on the outermost bathtub, and picked it on her wrist with a sharp knife, and a stream of pink blood like a peach blossom fell into the basin with a thud.

After doing all this, her face was calm and traceless, and even her curved brows did not stir. It seemed that she didn't know the pain.

The old man looked at Yan Yue and said with a smile: Yue'er, I will wait for you two outside the door, and later, you tell him what to do.

"Got it, grandpa."

Yan Yue bent down and nodded, her smile full of respect.

However, after the old man left, she pursed her lips and encouraged her cheeks back and forth, throwing me a deep white eye.

The feeling of disgust made me feel like I was kicked out of the sky by her.

She sighed and said coldly: Take off your clothes.

"What?"

My heart is both amazed and happy, is it possible that I will have the joy of clouds and rain with her?

She looked at me with a fascinated face, sensed my delusion, and said: If you think about it again, I will gouge out your eyes.

After speaking, her eyes widened, and the cyan in her eyes became thicker, and the yellowed whites of her eyes actually flashed with scarlet blood.

"Ah," I cried out uncontrollably.

At the door, the old man reprimanded: Yan Yue, don't be scary, hurry up and do the Yin Plating ceremony.

"Okay, grandpa."

She turned her back and said in a low, angry voice: "Take off your clothes quickly, or Grandpa will scold me."

I asked: What about after undressing? You can't just stand still, can you?

A hint of fragrance came out of her small nose and said, "You are not only cowardly, but also stupid." After taking off and entering the bath, do you want to run naked?

"Oh," I replied, quickly picking myself up.

During the internal test of the bathtub, there was a clean table, and I put my clothes on it.

She added: "You should turn your head in and your feet out for a while, and you are not allowed to tilt your head.

When I lay down in the tub, her voice sounded in my ears again: I am going to take off my clothes, you dare to peek at it, I will not only gouge out your eyes, but also gouge out your heart.

"Well, I don't want to see it."

Although I really want to see the intoxicating spring color, I am afraid that she will do what she says. After all, she is a half-human, half-ghost offspring.

Just now, the blood dripping in the tub has flowed to my feet, its color is pink, the luster is fresh, and it is very beautiful.

"Puff," the muffled sound of clothes falling to the ground sounded in the back of my head.

After a second or two, there was a slight tremor in my neck. I know, Yan Yue is lying down.

I was a little uneasy and asked, "What's next?"

"Shut up next."

The cold voice is close to the ear.

She coughed lightly, perhaps trying to relieve my nervous nerves, and said, "Later, it may be very cold, you must hold on."

I remembered that when Sister Yun just walked out of the inner room, her lips were bruised and her whole body was cold, and I couldn't help but feel horrified, and asked: How cold is it?

"It's minus four or five degrees."

I thought to myself: why is it so cold? Do you make it in the freezer?

It seems that I didn't hear the word "yin" that the old man said not long ago.

Seeing that I was silent for a while, she asked, "Are you afraid?" If you're afraid, just say it directly, and save me from spending my energy.

I thought: Little Nizi, can you respect my gender? My sister and a woman have persevered, how can I be afraid?

Seeing that I didn't answer, she didn't ask any more, and whispered a string of strange words in her mouth.

In the haze, a cold current flowed beneath me. It came very slowly, but it was bone-biting, spreading from my back to my chest.

This kind of cold that invades the muscles and pierces the heart makes me feel like I have been soaked in the freshly beaten well water, and I can't stop convulsing.

I looked down and there was nothing beneath me.

However, the feeling of being covered in ice water really and quickly penetrated every grain of my body.

"It's cold."

I grinned.

At this time, she actually changed her appearance and said softly: Hold on a little longer.

As her attitude became softer, I gritted my teeth and let my arched back sink again.

The cold current surged through my body, and the breath from my mouth had become a thick white mist.

A few minutes later, the pool of pink blood at my feet was carried by the cold snap and gradually plated on my body.

Unlike ordinary human blood, the pink water was as smooth as a bead, rolling around my skin.

When Yan Yue read a string of vague words again, the pink blood beads shrank smaller and smaller, until they turned into blood insects like the thickness of thousands of hairs, and then, "swoop" stabbed into my body.

In an instant, the cold that invaded my body reached its limit. The ends of my hair condensed into drops of ice flowers.

I couldn't hold back any longer, my breath was muffled, my eyes were dark, my heart stopped beating, and my head tilted over.

Not long after wandering in a bizarre world, I woke up.

When I woke up, I was lying on a soft embroidery bed. The delicate fragrance swam around my nose and mouth, and it was very intoxicating.

The first thing I saw was Sister Yun and my mother, their eyebrows tightened, their faces full of worry.

Behind the two of them, there stood Old Man Yan with a slight smile.

"Grandpa, it's okay, let's go first."

A delicate voice came from the side.

I looked sideways, just in time to meet a pair of gentle and feminine eyes. The man, the moment I looked over, straightened his face again and glanced at me a few times.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Go, don't be lazy."

Outside the courtyard, the sound of light feet rushing sounded.

Sister Yun grinned and said happily: You just fainted, naked, but you can be looked at by other girls.

"Huh?"

My cold and pale face seemed to be burned by charcoal, and it suddenly returned to its original blood color.

The old man walked up to my bedside and said with a smile, "Rest a little longer, and you can go back."

Sister Yun asked: Grandpa Yan, take the liberty to ask you, it is the opposite sex who "plated" me and Xiaohua, is there anything special about this?

My mom interjected and said, "yes, after doing this, can you make sure that you don't get entangled in that thing?"

The old man said: For a hundred years, everyone who looks for us to "plate yin" is a fusion of yin and yang. My grandmother didn't explain why, but I think it was probably through the Yin Plating to marry each other as a way to scare off the Yin spirits who came to attack her. Just now, the blood of my two grandsons has been plated into your skin, and if anything unclean approaches, you will be afraid. Therefore, in two or three years, there will be no evil in the two of you. But......

The three of us stared into the old man's eyes, expecting him to continue.

The old man continued: "I think that the strange things in your village are by no means the work of the Yin spirit, but by people.

"Man made it?"

At the moment, we were all silent. I thought I had found a solution to the disaster, but it might be that the bamboo basket was empty.

After I had rested for a few minutes, we bowed deeply to the old man and said goodbye.