??????? glanced at the time. It was already past midnight. I turned on the computer and searched for information about ghost-raising arts. After all, I still didn't know much about their history.
I searched for "ghost raising" on the search engine. A huge number of webpages appeared, but I couldn't find anything I wanted. Most of them were all about the bizarre old story of a little boy in red who had died.
After casually looking through the story of the boy in red, I noticed a rather coincidental detail. After that child of utmost yin had been hanged, he had not only been dressed in red, but also had needle holes, a steelyard weight, and other things left on his body after death. After some online analysis, someone came forward and claimed that the child had been made into a little ghost.
They said that dressing him in red was to summon his soul, while tying on a soul-weight was to lock the soul in place and preserve its integrity, or something like that. Dou Shanghonghao.
I shuddered in shock. The method seemed vaguely connected to the Maoshan branch that had split away from the Daoist lineage. Thinking of my own experiences as a child, I suddenly wondered whether the murderer had been the person who had once schemed against me. Because Grandma had interfered, he had lost one thing in the east only to gain another in the west—had that little ghost become my substitute?
The answer was unknowable. I truly didn't understand much about the Daoist lineage's affairs. I could ask Zhao Qian another day. Perhaps she would know something.
After watching the investigation video about the boy in red, I planned to go to bed and rest.
But just as I was about to shut down