The door to the ancestral hall opened again, and the scissors in the woman's hand were dripping with blood. They matched the red coat that she was wearing.
Seeing this, the first villager who brought the basket into the ancestral hall collapsed to the ground. She tried her best to control herself, but she still cried.
No one went to help her, and no one even dared to lift their heads to look.
The woman walked out of the ancestral hall and came to the coffin. She whispered softly like she was communicating with the thing inside the coffin.
Moments later, she said something to the villagers.
The second villager who carried the basket shook his head like he did not want to give his child away.
The woman raised three fingers, and before she could retract them, the villager next to her grabbed the basket and placed it before the woman.
The hand that held the scissors picked up the basket. Stimulated by the smell of blood, the baby cried even louder, but no one dared to stop it.
The woman entered the ancestral hall again. The door closed, and no one knew what was happening inside.
The ceremony continued. Accompanied by the baby's shrill cries, Coffin Village became scarier. Pairs of strange eyes slowly opened in the darkness.
Chen Ge and Ol 'Wei, who were hiding in the room, ran into trouble. The supposedly safe old home started to move like something was trying to crawl out.
The rags that hung from the roof fluttered in the wind, and they looked like they were wrapped in a twisted human face.
Shadows flashed around the window, and strange noises could be heard from inside the room, as if someone was hiding under the bed and knocking on the headboard.
The spirits were awakening, and terror covered the whole village. It gripped everyone's heart.
The old ancestral hall door was pushed open by the woman. The baby's crying had stopped, and blood dripped down the scissors. Even though the woman was wearing a bright red dress, the blood clots on her body could still be seen.
"That's the second one." Chen Ge stared at Ah Qing. The man with deformed arms kept shaking.
The woman held the scissors and stood beside the coffin as she whispered. Inside the coffin, there was another woman's laughter. The laughter was terrifying like it was a curse that could not be broken.
The hand that held the scissors moved upward. The woman seemed to understand the meaning of the red coffin. She turned to the third villager who was holding the basket.
Numb, cold, and hopeless, the man personally placed the basket before the woman.
When the woman carried the third bamboo basket into the ancestral hall, the altar in the ancestral hall shook, and the memorial tablets fell to the ground one by one, as if they were unwilling to continue looking.
As the door closed, the baby's cries suddenly became louder and then abruptly stopped.
Blood seeped out from the doorway, and strange noises came from every corner of the village, as if the land was crying.
The house that Chen Ge and the others were in had also changed. The coffin in the bedroom made a thumping sound, and the portrait on the wall opened its eyes with a ferocious expression.
The female ghost seemed to be purposely torturing the people in the village, making them unable to rest in peace for generations to come.
The woman in red walked out of the ancestral hall for the third time. Her pants were dripping with blood. At that moment, Chen Ge finally understood why she was wearing a bright red robe.
Every step she took left a bloody footprint. The woman asked the coffin, but there was only laughter coming from within.
Hearing this voice, Ah Qing's trembling legs finally gave in. He knelt to the ground, one long and one short arms gripping the basket tightly.
The woman raised three fingers at him. The surrounding villagers in masks moved in unison to separate Ah Qing from the basket.
Before the woman pulled back all her fingers, the bamboo basket in Ah Qing's hands was delivered to the woman.
The door to the ancestral hall closed. No one knew what the woman had done to the babies in the basket, but all the souls in the village were crying.
The forgiveness that the villagers prayed for did not appear. It was not until all the babies were carried into the ancestral hall that the laughter inside the coffin slowly stopped.
By then, the woman's red dress was soaked. She put away the pair of scissors that was covered in blood and had the villagers open the red coffin next to the ancestral hall.
There was no body inside the coffin, only a set of jewelry. They were probably the things that the female ghost had carried with her when she was kidnapped to Coffin Village.
The woman put on the jewelry one by one. With each piece, the presence that radiated off her body became colder, and her skin paled.
After putting on all the jewelry, the woman walked toward the crowd. The villagers retreated to the side, and only a boy and a girl were left in the middle of the empty space.
The boy was thin and weak. Even in such a scary environment, he did not feel any fear.
The girl's reaction was the complete opposite of the boy. Her body was shaking, and she looked pitiful like a newborn kitten.
The two children were Fan Yu and Jiang Ling.
"Welcome home, no one can harm you here." The woman touched Jiang Ling's head and held her hand as they walked out of the village. The other villagers followed behind them with white lanterns.
The crowd soon left the village, and Fan Yu and Jiang Ling were taken away.
From the woman's tone, she won't harm Jiang Ling. Fan Yu escorted Jiang Ling all the way, so they have no reason to harm Fan Yu. With Yin Yang Vision, Chen Ge could see that Fan Yu was covered in wounds. His clothes were torn by the branches, his arms were scratched, and his face was covered in insect bites. To protect Jiang Ling, the boy had suffered quite a bit.
The woman said that no one can harm Jiang Ling here. Looks like Jiang Ling and Fan Yu did run here to escape. Chen Ge thought about it. Only the Society of Strange Tales has the power to make Jiang Ling's sister feel so pressured that she had to run away.
The change in the village continued, and Chen Ge did not dare waste any more time. He called Master Bai and Ol 'Wei over to the ancestral hall.
Once the door was pushed open, the smell of blood rushed out. The scene inside the room caused everyone to frown.
"That woman wouldn't have given all the babies …"
Chen Ge walked into the ancestral hall. The table was covered in dust, and it looked like it had not been cleaned for a long time.
The tablets that were supposed to be there had fallen to the ground. Some were cracked, but no one had cleaned them up.
"Chen Ge, this blood shouldn't have come from the babies." Ol 'Wei touched the blood on the ground. "When the woman entered the ancestral hall, she was holding a pair of scissors. Assuming that was the weapon she used, if the scissors were used to stab a body, the wound would have bled, and the blood wouldn't have been distributed so evenly."
"In other words, the babies might not have been harmed?" Chen Ge followed the trail of blood and stopped at a corner of the ancestral hall. There were some random things piled there.
He moved the stuff away and realized that there was a tunnel underneath it.
"You two wait outside. I'll go in to take a look." Chen Ge pressed the button on the recorder and crawled into the tunnel.
The tunnel was only three meters long, and there was a wooden board at the end.
Chen Ge pushed the board open, and he realized that he was inside the two-story building next to the ancestral hall.
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