Chapter 6: When a Prosperous Home Turns into a Haunted House, Sealing the Doors and Cutting Off the Lineage

I asked, “And then?”

Miss Chen’s husband propped his chin in his hand, lost in thought.

“At the time, we didn’t realize it was someone else’s ancestral grave. The grave was strange—no tombstone, and the mound wasn’t very obvious. We dug up the entire grave, and suddenly many white bones appeared inside. That’s when we realized.”

“And then?”

“Then, my father and I were both shocked. We quickly buried the grave back and continued clearing the land.”

“That’s it?” I looked at Miss Chen’s husband, puzzled. Something felt off. Digging up someone’s ancestral grave alone wouldn’t cause such trouble—unless there was something wrong with that grave.

“There’s more,” he said reluctantly. “After we returned, someone came looking for trouble, demanding compensation. Later, my father chased that person away with the villagers’ help, but he stubbornly refused to leave. He also said many vicious things, like cursing my family to have no descendants.”

“No descendants?” Hearing those words confirmed my suspicions. I asked, “Did he do anything strange inside your home?”

Miss Chen’s husband shook his head softly. “I don’t know.”

There lay the problem. After listening to his story, I recalled the records from the book of Ghost Arts.

There are many ways to curse a family to have no future descendants. For example, digging up someone’s ancestral grave, exposing the bones, and placing venomous snakes, rats, or insects inside to torment the ancestors’ remains. This would weaken the family’s fortune and could sever their bloodline.

Another method is to press filthy items against the ancestors’ bones—like a child’s dirty diaper or blood-stained sanitary pads—and then cover them with a large stone slab. The ancestors being oppressed in this way would cause misfortune and possibly extinguish the family line.

There is also a technique called “Sealing the Gate to Cut Off the Lineage,” which involves trapping two small ghosts on the ancestral tombstone or the main gates of the ancestral home. This method severs the family’s roots and guarantees the end of the descendants.

As for which method was used on Miss Chen’s family, I really couldn’t tell without seeing it for myself.

Honestly, I was reluctant to get involved—after all, I only knew these things from the Ghost Arts book. Besides, I’m just a high school graduate; dealing with ghosts and spirits isn’t really appropriate for me.

While I was lost in thought, Miss Chen began to sob softly again, tears streaming down her face. I felt a pang of pity and mustered courage to say to her husband, “Maybe I can help. I believe someone did something to your family.”

Before I could finish, my mother tugged at my arm and whispered, “Don’t interfere; they’re grieving.”

I whispered back, “Mom, I’m serious. I can really help. Haven’t you forgotten Grandpa? He was an authentic Taoist priest.”

My mother wanted to say more, but Miss Chen’s husband, still skeptical, asked, “You can help? How?”

“Take me to your hometown. Let me see for myself.”

Around dusk, Miss Chen’s husband and I arrived by car at a small village. It looked like any other village, except one house looked especially dilapidated, as if no one had lived there for decades.

He said nothing, head bowed, leading me into the village. We passed many people, but he didn’t greet anyone. Soon, we arrived at the rundown house.

From a distance, it didn’t seem too bad, but up close, the decay felt overwhelming. The path was overgrown with weeds and brambles. Stranger still, scattered along the path were dead animals—snakes, cats, rats, frogs.

Besides the carcasses were many small bones, densely littered. This suggested many small animals had died there before, their remains now mostly decomposed.

This was truly sealing the gate and cutting off the lineage—not only was the door sealed, but the only path leading to the house was a dead end. Whoever targeted Miss Chen’s husband’s family was vicious indeed.

We carefully avoided the dead animals and finally reached the house.

Traditional rural houses in the area usually had a single story divided into three parts: left wing, main hall, and right wing, with the wings aligned symmetrically along the central axis.

He led me to the left wing first. I glanced inside—nothing unusual, though the room was dark and oddly decrepit.

Next, he brought me to the main hall. As soon as I entered, a chilling wind swept through, accompanied by faint, eerie moaning sounds. Clearly, this was where the problem lay.

I reached into a bag he carried and took out two candles and three incense sticks I had prepared earlier. “When entering the mountains to worship gods or visiting temples to pay respects to Buddha, one must first make offerings,” I said. “Let’s do the same here.”

He lit the candles and incense with a lighter. I placed the two candles by the two doors of the main hall and stuck the three incense sticks in the center.

According to the Ghost Arts, this ritual is called “asking the way.” If the candles go out or the incense smoke creates unusual patterns—such as two short sticks and one long, or one short and two long—it’s a bad omen, signaling the need to leave immediately.

As time passed, the incense smoke rose gently, and the candles burned steadily without any odd signs. I sighed with relief and prepared to proceed.

Just then, through the swirling smoke, I thought I saw two figures standing inside the hall. Thinking it was my imagination, I stepped closer and looked again.

Behind the incense smoke, just beyond the threshold, stood two children dressed in white, their faces pale blue, with fangs bared and eyes dripping blood.

Damn, the sudden sight startled me. I stepped back, gasping.

In the blink of an eye, when I looked again, the two children had vanished. I felt a chill but summoned my courage and took a couple more steps forward, pretending not to be afraid.

It seemed Miss Chen’s husband had seen them too. He muttered behind me, “Just now... at the door.”

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