"I didn't expect that there is this story in it. So what role did your senior brother play in this process?"
My fourth uncle glanced at me and said, "He is greedy for profit."
"Inspiring for profit? Is it so simple?"
"Zhao Debiao's father originally wanted to use lynching in prison to force Lao Zhenren to hand over the method of returning Yang. The first person he chose was my senior brother. My senior brother is a deviant and has a bad relationship with Lao Zhenren. Zhao Debiao and his father
As soon as Dad revealed his true feelings, he colluded with him and actually asked for cooperation, promising to give him the key magic weapon 'Pangu Heart'."
"It's really unbelievable that the truth of the matter is like this." Jin Lei and Ruan Lina exchanged looks, both of them couldn't believe that the truth behind it would be like this.
"To put it bluntly, it's all for a profit. Zhao Debiao's father promised my senior brother that as long as Pangu's heart is handed over to him, he can give him a large sum of money. For Jitai Zhenren, relying solely on the villagers' belief is far from enough.
It's not enough to support their 'career'. With this money, not only do you not have to worry about making a living, but you can also do a lot of things with it. It is because of this that senior brother has fallen deeper and deeper on this road."
"Then how did Zhao Debiao's father know that you would definitely be here?"
"This is about fate playing tricks on people. Senior brother agreed to cooperate with him and told all the details about Lao Zhenren. What a coincidence. It happened that he talked about the relationship between Lao Zhenren and Du Juan many years ago. Zhao Debiao's father
At that time, he was also wondering who was the blind person who ruined his hard work. He really couldn't find anything through iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it. Although he agreed to cooperate and would not harm their lives, he made up his mind to get it right.
Trouble with the old man."
"So, he moved out of Dujuan?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, he threatened Du Juan's brother's life and asked her to come to Old Master and tell her that as long as she mentioned the words 'pause in the funeral house' to Old Master, he would understand."
Staying in a funeral house is a taboo in Yangzhai Feng Shui. House owners who live in this layout are likely to encounter evil spirits and ghosts who will die soon. However, all craftsmen who build houses know some Fengshui of Yangzhai. Even if the house is not
If you don't want to build a warehouse, you won't end up erecting a barn directly in front of someone else's courtyard.
"Wasn't that secret room destroyed by the old man?"
"It was indeed destroyed, but the secret room happened to appear again," the fourth uncle thought for a moment and replied: "This is what Zhao Debiao's father is so good about. He seems to have extraordinary abilities and has designed a flawless drama. He
Not only did he let us go to the town, but he also immediately arranged for Du Juan to find Lao Zhenren. This whole process, inside and out, was all part of his design.",
"What kind of person can have such ability?" I couldn't help but become curious about this person who had never met before.
"Fourth Uncle, tell us, what else is unusual about Zhao Debiao's father?"
"At that time, when the old man saw Du Juan appearing, he actually had doubts in his heart. He knew how dangerous it was down there. If he went down there again, he might not have the same luck as last time. However, he couldn't bear to refuse Du Juan's request.
, so he said to Du Juan, who was always worried behind him: Don't worry, your brother will be fine. When I saw the 'Kowloon Corpse Revealing Formation', I knew that the matter back then was not over yet. It was a blessing, not a curse.
I can't hide, so I'm going to take a look at the funeral house. After saying that, the old man turned around and walked towards Ta Xue. Du Juan looked at his retreating back and shed tears."
"The sky became increasingly gloomy. The ghostly howling cold wind just now was replaced by a dull and oppressive feeling. Accompanied by the sound of squeaking snow all the way, the old man came to the warehouse made of adobe bricks.
It is better to say that it is a warehouse than a square bunker on the ground. There are no vents for ventilation around it. It is obviously not just used to store sundries. At the beginning, this was just a broken tile house.
But this time it was replaced by a bunker-like warehouse, which looked even more gloomy. A disproportionately large lock was hung on the old wooden door. After seeing it, the old man took a deep breath and kicked open the wooden door. Kick the wooden door open
The moment I opened the door, a dark wind blew from nowhere and hit my face. It was dark inside, and I could only see about one square meter from the door. The old man got in without thinking. Although the warehouse was not ventilated on all sides, it was
When I walked inside, I felt a chill to my bones. When I looked inside the narrow room, the walls were slumped and there was no debris. However, the old man discovered that there was a square well in the house, which was very unusual. There were thick wooden boards fastened to the well.
It was sealed with iron bars. How could ordinary people seal the well? It looked like it had an evil vibe. The old man made up his mind and wanted to find a hard object to pry open the manhole cover to see what was inside, but he looked around.
I searched but could not find the stick to pry open the manhole cover, but I found an oil lamp placed under the protruding edge of the well. I looked towards the door and saw that the oil in the lamp was almost exhausted. A piece of withered cotton lay feebly in the lamp bowl, but
The strange thing is that the lamp bowl is not filled with ordinary yellow lamp oil, but a red paste like blood. The old man picked up the lamp holder and smelled it. A fishy smell rushed straight to his forehead. He curled his lips and knew
This is the 'turbid blood lamp' of the shaman's 'Moon Worship Cult'."
"Moon Worshiping Cult?" Jin Lei, Ruan Lina, I, all said in surprise.
There is no way to tell the origin of shamanism. According to historical records, there were shamans in northern China as early as ancient times. Now archaeologists have discovered that as early as the Stone Age, there were prototypes of shamanism.
It is a household name. It was not until the Wei and Jin Dynasties that Buddhism and Islam were introduced to the Central Plains, and Taoism emerged in the north, leading to the gradual decline of "ancient shamanism".
But as a result, many branch schools have spread and blossomed in the northern land. For example, the "Tiao Da Shen" we are most familiar with now is the "immortal worship" branch of shamanism. There are many more, such as worshiping the moon, worshiping the sun, worshiping fire, etc.
The "Blood Worship Cult" is an anomaly in shamanism. The "Blood Worship Cult" worships darkness and blood. It believes that there are living beings wandering around the world. "Teng" means soul in Chinese. It believes that blood is the foundation of life.
It can revive all things, and blood is the medium of communication with spiritual bodies and all things. Most of its followers are bloody and violent people, and their cultivation methods also rely on human blood to maintain. Later, they gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
"Lin Kun, what is turbid blood?" Jin Lei and Ruan Lina asked.
"The lamp oil of this turbid blood lamp is boiled with the 'heart blood' of twenty-three virgins. The so-called heart blood means that when a person is alive, he digs out his heart alive and collects the last drop of blood as his heart blood. Then he uses the hard blood.
After shedding its skin, the five-yellow snake boils snake oil. After complicated processes, the blood oil is only enough to burn a lamp. It is said that if you light this lamp, you can see the souls of the deceased and the wandering spirits, and connect to the world.
The road to hell." I replied.
The fourth uncle nodded affirmatively and said: "You are right. When the old man thought of this, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable boredom with the turbid blood lamp in his hand. However, due to the lack of lighting tools in a hurry, he had no choice but to use it.
It was put into use, but the lamp oil of the turbid blood lamp was frozen into a lump and set at the bottom of the lamp bowl. If you look closely, it was not frozen hard, but solidified at the bottom of the bowl. The old man took out a match and lit the turbid blood lamp.
I turned on the lamp, but I saw that the flame was only as big as a red bean, and it was so red that it swayed without the wind. The old man didn't care so much. With the flickering light, the old man rolled up his sleeves, half-knelt on the ground, and moved with both hands.
The man who lived on the edge of the well used all his brute strength to overturn the heavy manhole cover to the ground. The moment the edge of the well was overturned, a filthy air rose into the sky and filled the already narrow space in an instant. The old man was also struck by
The putrid stench made me stagger, and I sat on the ground. I turned back to take the blood lamp to see what was going on in the well, but I found that the flames of the turbid blood lamp, which were originally so big, swelled up, and jumped up to half a person high.
, the flames were constantly swaying and dancing, like an evil ghost covered in blood, twisting its deformed body violently."
"What's down there
thing?"
"Listen to me!" Fourth Uncle continued, "The old man entered the well house and found a turbid blood lamp. But the moment the deep well was opened, the strange turbid blood lamp changed and the flames of the fire surged.
When I got up, the old man felt like he was in a hell cave. All kinds of hardships came to his heart. There was no reason. He just felt so lost. The mixed feelings made him crazy inside. The fire was red, but it was like being in an ice cellar. He felt lifeless.
Ke Lian actually had the urge to understand himself. The old man didn't understand why he was so depressed and sad. When he saw the wall, he had the idea of ​​hitting his head to death. Just when he was about to have a mental breakdown, a sudden
The flatulence surged up from his lower abdomen and he did not spit it out. He was holding it in until his face turned red and his head buzzed. After waking up for most of the time, he realized that this was the way of the turbid blood lamp. He got up from the ground and cursed secretly.
: What an insidious sorcery. I turned around and spat on the bright red flame of the turbid blood lamp, only to hear a hissing sound coming from the wick, like the desperate cry of a wounded beast. Look at the flame already.
Gradually withered, it returned to the size of a bean, and the flames were swaying up and down, shaking. The old man looked at this evil turbid blood lamp, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. It seemed that there was something evil hidden in this warehouse.
Only clean things can make this turbid blood lamp captivate the mind, so it’s better to be careful.”
"If I guess correctly, Zhao Debiao's father is testing the old man's ability?"
"Half and half." The fourth uncle sighed with emotion and continued, "The old man picked up the turbid blood lamp and shined it down the well. The rancid smell was no longer as strong as before, but the light source was limited and I couldn't see how deep the well was.
, a two-finger-thick hemp rope hung on the wall of the well. Wherever he could see, there seemed to be a layer of black mist that could not be dissolved. He picked up a piece of gravel and threw it down, wanting to test the depth. The sound of the stone hitting the wall of the well was heard.
It went on for a long time, but it was impossible to determine the depth. The old man took a breath, became angry, and risked his life. He went down to see what kind of bullshit, ghosts, and snakes there were. The gods were all greeting him. Who asked him to boast about other girls?
Seeing that the turbid air in the well had almost dispersed, he held the lamp in one hand and the rope in the other, and slowly slid down. While sliding down, he looked at the bluestone well wall. Although it was winter, the cool well wall
But there was no dead moss, which was very unusual. It seemed that this place was by no means a clean and kind place. After more than twenty minutes, when I got to the bottom of the well, my face was already sweating."
"The bottom of the well is not as cold as the top. On the contrary, there is a sense of moisture. The old man turned around with a lantern in the well and found that there was indeed a cave at the bottom of the well. On the bare wall of the well, there was a wooden door that was ajar, with carvings all over it.
There were rough runes. They didn't look like Taoist runes, nor did they look like Buddhist Sanskrit. They were strange shapes, and they were all totem-like symbols. He couldn't understand them, so he didn't care so much. They were definitely not good things anyway.
Pushing the door open and entering, before he could see anything clearly, he smelled the smell of blood. It made him nauseous. He shook his head and lit the torch hanging on the wall. The sight in front of him made his fourth uncle's scalp tingle.
Hemp. I saw a row of naked living people hanging on the wall with iron hooks. There were men, women, and children. They were all covered in blood. Their collarbones were pierced by iron hooks, and they were hung on the wall. Their eyes were full of sorrow, and their lips were full of sorrow.
Blue and white, very thin. Bamboo tubes were inserted into the chest. Drops of blood were constantly dripping into the vessels on the ground, just like a slaughterhouse. The old man looked at it for a long time and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. After he came back to his senses, it was
Secretly speechless, the turbid blood lamp in his hand seemed to be irritated by some stimulation, flickering on and off, and the flames swayed left and right. When the old man came closer and took a closer look, he saw that these people were dying, and some of them had exhausted their energy and blood.
They have been dead for a long time, and their dim and dirty eyes are full of sorrow and hatred. Those who are still alive have dull eyes, and the blood in their bodies is draining bit by bit. The turbid blood lamp in the hands of the old man keeps making a hissing sound, and the flames of Yin Hong
During the swaying, there was a 'pop' sound and it went out. A gloomy energy came violently against the wind, and the torches on the wall swayed without the wind. The old man stared angrily, knowing that something was about to attack him.
Chapter completed!