I hurriedly took Su Xiaoxiao back home, but as soon as I got home, Su Xiaoxiao could no longer support her weak body and fell asleep.
Wang Qiang was startled when he saw Su Xiaoxiao with a pale face, and said hurriedly: "Husband, what's wrong with Xiaoxiao?"
"It's a long story. Xiaoxiao was tricked. Maybe he was possessed by evil spirits."
"Possessed?" Wang Qiang opened his eyes wide, "Who is so vicious that he wants to attack Xiaoxiao?"
"In this place, besides that old bastard Zhao Debiao's father, who else can be so dirty!" I gritted my teeth and said, "If you have the ability to point a knife and a gun at someone, what's the point of hurting someone in the back!"
I realized that this was a continuation of their temptation last night. Zhao Debiao's father had already realized that we came with bad intentions, and he was not sure of proving our identity, so he came up with such a dirty trick.
"This is a naked threat."
"Husband, what should we do? Please save Xiaoxiao." Wang Qiang said anxiously.
I knew that I couldn't be reckless at this time. Even if I went to settle accounts with others, they would have nothing to fear. First, they came prepared and were not worried about me causing trouble. Second, since they dared to threaten me, it meant that they had already
Without sufficient preparation, going now often leads to no results. More importantly, Su Xiaoxiao's life is in their hands, and I dare not act rashly.
"How dare you threaten me? How disgusting." I walked up to Su Xiaoxiao and checked her pulse. It can be said that the pulse was very weak.
"Husband, how are you?" Wang Qiang asked worriedly.
I shook my head and frowned and said, "It's strange. If you were possessed by an evil spirit, you should have some signs of it. How come you didn't find any trace at all? It's like you fainted for no reason."
"You can't even do anything?" Wang Qiang became even more anxious.
"Wait a minute, given the character of this old boy named Zhao, he must be extremely conceited and arrogant to the extreme in Yelang Town. That's why he dares to be so bold and openly declare war on me. This shows that while he is threatening me,
, are still playing tricks on me, thinking that there must be no way for me to get rid of this evil disease, so to speak..."
I calmed down and carefully analyzed the behavioral logic of this old boy named Zhao, and discovered that there was a hidden meaning behind his move of "knocking on the mountain to shock the tiger".
"This is the place where Zhenren Jitai once lived. It has a special meaning. He suffered a calamity back then. This place is a place full of hatred for him. If he has any doubts about me, he will definitely think of me.
When it comes to Jitaizhenren, maybe he just regards me as Jitaizhenren." I continued to think about it and found that the logic of this behavior was very consistent with his personality. "If this is the case, he will definitely find a way to get back his former self.
Something lost!”
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized something and ran outside the house. Not far from the house, a building suddenly appeared in my field of vision.
"Isn't this the same 'mourning house' back then?" I was surprised, but also excited, because my assumption was right, and the person named Zhao was indeed provoking me.
"Humph, okay, you are demonstrating to me." I stared into the distance, and the "mourning house" seemed to be laughing at me.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Wang Qiang walked outside the house and asked in confusion.
I shook my head and said, "Qian'er, I think I know what's going on with Xiaoxiao."
"Oh, really, then Xiaoxiao is saved." Wang Qiang showed a look of surprise.
"Many years ago, there was a person in this place who had the same symptoms as Xiaoxiao. They were both harmed by the same person. Unexpectedly, after so many years, that person still harbored evil intentions and actually wanted to kill Xiaoxiao.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable?"
"It turned out to be like this." Wang Qiang was surprised, "Well, husband, if you go to find him, will you be in danger?"
"Qian'er, speaking of it, when I saved
That person is still your old friend."
"Old friend?" Wang Qiang looked at me with wide eyes, puzzled, "Who is it? Why doesn't Qian'er know?"
"Jitai Zhenren."
"Ah?" Wang Qianjin's jaw dropped, "How is this possible?"
"You still don't believe me when I tell you. People can't make one-sided evaluations. Although Master Jitai did evil things, not all of them may be heinous people. The person who saved people back then still had a kind heart."
Although Wang Qiang and Jitai Zhenren have a deep hatred, after listening to my words, they couldn't help but soften their hearts and said: "I really didn't expect that there is such a thing. If it is true, then the hatred in Qiang'er's heart can indeed be reduced a lot.
.”
"I'm not telling you this to absolve Master Jitai of his guilt. I just want to say that Master Jitai broke into a secret room alone, destroyed it, and successfully rescued Du Juan's father. These are all real people. Now,
The guy surnamed Zhao has set up this 'mourning house' again, preparing to repeat his old trick, and he is clearly waiting for me to take over."
"This must be very dangerous, husband, I..." Wang Qiang looked worried.
"Silly girl, the other side has come to capture our army. How can we sit back and wait for death when they reach the south?"
"But......"
"Look at Xiaoxiao, if you continue to drag it on, I'm afraid..."
Wang Qiang was in a dilemma and asked, "Is Xiaoxiao going to be okay?"
"Don't worry, Xiaoxiao's life will not be in danger for the time being. However, if you want to pull out the evil poison in your body, you must destroy the funeral house. Zhao's old trick will be repeated. I am not afraid of him. It just so happens that I
I also want to meet him for a while."
Looking at Su Xiaoxiao again, her eye sockets were now sunken, and a piece of waxy skin hung on her sunken cheeks. If you couldn't see her open mouth breathing laboriously, she really looked like an old mummy.
"But we must hurry up." I frowned, turned around and said to Wang Qiang, "Wait for me at home first, I'll be right back."
After saying that, I pushed open the door and went out, and Wang Qiang followed me. When I walked out of the yard, I frowned. I saw that the funeral house was so impartially built on the evil eye. I didn't expect this turtle son named Zhao.
How could he be so vicious and use such despicable methods to harm a person he has never met?
I said to Wang Qiang who was always worried behind me: "Don't worry, Qian'er, I know what happened to Xiaoxiao. It's such a cold day. You can go inside first, and I'll go and get rid of this evil!"
After hearing this, Wang Qiang's Xiumei, who had been frowning, relaxed, nodded and said, "I will take good care of Xiaoxiao and wait for you to come back!"
After saying that, I turned around and walked towards Tuxue.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, and 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, I arrived at the warehouse made of mud bricks.
Thanks to Uncle Fourth's detailed introduction, I already had an idea of ​​what I was going to face next. This was a warehouse, rather than a bunker, and there were no vents for ventilation around it. After taking a deep breath, I kicked it open with my feet.
wooden door.
The moment the wooden door was kicked open, a dark wind blew from nowhere and hit the face. It was dark inside, and only about one square meter of the doorway could be seen.
I got in without thinking. Although the warehouse was airtight on all sides, I felt extremely cold when I walked in. Looking inside the narrow room, the four walls were slumped. There was a square well in the room, which was similar to the one used by my fourth uncle.
What I saw was exactly the same.
"This old man Zhao is really interesting. He actually put up a new one exactly the same. Does he want to meet his old friends in this way? Unfortunately, I am not Zhenren Jitai, so I won't let you off lightly this time.
!”
The well was covered with heavy wooden boards and sealed with iron bars, giving off an evil atmosphere.
There was an oil lamp placed under the edge of the well. Looking at the light from the opposite door, I saw that the oil in the lamp was almost exhausted, and a piece of withered cotton lay weakly on it.
In the lamp bowl, the strange thing is that the lamp bowl is not filled with ordinary yellow lamp oil, but a red paste like blood.
"This should be the so-called 'turbid blood lamp'." I picked up the lamp holder and smelled it, and a fishy smell rushed straight to my forehead.
I knew that the evil nature of this "turbid blood lamp" was abnormal. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel an indescribable boredom with the "turbid blood lamp" in my hand. However, I was in a hurry and didn't have any lighting tools, so I had to make do with it.
, but it seems that the lamp oil of this "turbid blood lamp" has been frozen into a lump and is set at the bottom of the lamp bowl. If you look closely, it is not frozen hard, but solidified at the bottom of the bowl.
I took out the match and lit the "turbid blood 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. I didn't care so much, and rolled up my sleeves with the flickering light.
Half-kneeling on the ground, he grabbed the edge of the well with both hands and used all his 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, filling the already narrow space in an instant. I was staggered by the putrid odor, and sat on the ground, reaching back to get some blood.
Deng looked at what was going on in the well, only to find that the flames of the "turbid blood lamp", which were originally as big as beans, suddenly swelled to the height of half a man. The flames were constantly swaying and dancing, like an evil ghost dripping with blood, violent.
twisting his deformed body.
When I entered the well room, I found a turbid blood lamp. But the moment the deep well was opened, the strange "turbid blood lamp" changed and the flames surged up. When I was in it, I felt like I was in a hell cave.
All kinds of troubles suddenly come to mind. There is no reason. People who feel so lost and mixed with all kinds of emotions are crazy in their hearts.
The fire was bright red, but it felt like being in an ice cellar.
"After reading what my fourth uncle said, it is true. The feeling that Master Jitai had when he was in the well was not false. He really had the urge to have no love in life and wanted to understand himself." However, I know that this is all a "turbid blood lamp".
He said without any further hesitation, he turned around and spit 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 evil beast.
Look at the flames that have gradually dwindled and returned to the size of a bean. The flames are swaying up and down and are about to be extinguished.
"Damn it, this turbid blood lamp is charming the mind, it's better to be careful." I reminded myself.
Then, I picked up the "turbid blood lamp" again 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. There was a piece of hemp hanging on the wall of the well that was two fingers thick.
rope.
There seemed to be a layer of black mist that could not be dissolved wherever I could see it. I picked up a piece of gravel and threw it down, trying to find out the depth. The sound of the stone hitting the wall of the well kept coming, but I couldn't confirm the depth.
I saw that the turbid air in the well had almost dispersed. I held the lamp in one hand and the rope in the other, and slowly slid down. As I slid down, I looked at the bluestone wall. Although it was winter, this well was cool.
It was unusual to see no dead moss on the wall. It seemed that this place was by no means a pure and kind place.
The bottom of the well was not as cold as the top. On the contrary, there was a sense of moisture. I took a lantern and walked around the well, and found that there was indeed a cave at the bottom of the well. There was a wooden door that was ajar on the bare well wall, and it was covered with rough carvings.
of runes.
"These should be the mysterious symbols seen by Master Jitai." I saw that these symbols were weird and were like totem symbols, and I couldn't understand them. "Even I can't understand them, let alone Master Jitai. He
If you can go out, it’s like a blind cat meets a dead mouse.”
I pushed the door open and walked in. Before I could see anything, I smelled the smell of blood. It made me want to gag. I pinched my nose and forced myself to light the torch hanging on the wall. The sight in front of me made me sick.
People's scalp is numb.
I saw a row of naked living people hanging on the wall with iron hooks, including men, women, and children. They were all covered in blood. They were pierced by iron hooks through their collarbones and hung on the wall. This is consistent with what the fourth uncle said about Jitai Zhenren.
Chapter completed!