Chapter 340
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Mu Sicheng shouted in the darkness with a trembling voice: "Bai Liu?"
Then, he heard four or five voices of "White Willow" answering him with different tones.
"Um."
"Um."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm here."
"Bai Liu"'s voice without emotion echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera and pointed it in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode.
On the shiny green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who were twisting and deforming came to observe Bai Liu standing in the middle. They stared at Bai Liu with blood-red eyes, and sniffed Bai Liu's body with their slit-like noses.
Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being molded and shaped by people. Their heads stick out from under the creaking nest, and their feet are folded from the back of their heads. They assume various twisted and soft poses, but never Judging by the raised skin on top of the bones, they have bones.
From the poses they pose... Mu Sicheng can't imagine how a creature with bones can pose in such a pose.
Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.
They stand in a row next to the white willow on tiptoes with their heads down. If they don't look at their eyes, Mu Sicheng can hardly tell who is the real white willow.
These five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him, a black eyeball slowly dropped from the top of their pure white eyes, and smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, then turned their heads abruptly Come closer.
Mu Sicheng was so frightened that the camera almost flew away.
At the moment those ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in one direction and aimed at his surroundings, but when he saw the content on the camera screen clearly in the next second, he was frightened Leaned.
Around Mu Sicheng, there are also several ghosts who are transforming.
These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are grinning at him with a "Mu Sicheng" face with distorted features.
In the confusion, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost's pale body, gently holding a match with its fingers.
A calm voice came from afar: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you reach the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait until I come to you."
This is Bai Liu's voice!
wipe--!
The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of the huddled Mu Sicheng was lit.
The moment the fire was lit, all the demons around Mu Sicheng faded away, only Bai Liu holding a match to light a candlestick for him was left watching him quietly.
Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words [wait for me to find you] that he heard in the dark just now.
He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine a light on the white willow in front of him.
The blue flames reflected on Bai Liu's indifferent face, and there were no shadows on the ground or walls.
Mu Sicheng's back slowly tensed up. He held up the candlestick and moved in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: "Where are we going now?"
"Bai Liu" walked forward, and he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face seemed to be painted on, with a weird paper texture.
"Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world."
the other end.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick, and there was no one around him.
When entering the tomb just now, Bai Liu stepped on a flipped trapdoor on the ground, and stood on it to keep her balance. She waited until the ghost appeared and chaos broke out. The flip door slid a passage and fell to the next level.
When those ghosts didn't respond, Bai Liu disappeared.
Bai Liu stood up, patted the ashes on his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell.
This is a square tomb chamber, not big, Bai Liu reckoned the length, width and height to be about 1 meter x 2 meters x 2 meters, the walls were covered with thick dust.
Unexpectedly, these were not what Bai Liu paid attention to, he looked around, and finally saw the trap door he fell down - this is the only exit of this square tomb.
This is a sealed tomb.
And not only that.
Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light of the candlestick flickered, as if it was about to go out at any moment, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly the things placed on the ground of the tomb.
Many wine jars were piled neatly and densely on the ground of the tomb. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, with red thread wrapped around the neck. Brass bells.
The red thread, the bell, and the red paper are obviously the same outer packaging as Bai Liu's previous coffin.
The wine jar probably wasn't a "thing" that Bai Liu would like to see now.
In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted, there are about a hundred of this kind of wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb, it can be said that only the place where Bai Liu just fell was not placed, the rest of the ground The table is full of wine jars.
Standing on the wine jar, Bai Liu might be able to reach the loose-leaf door, but there is only a thin layer of paper seal on the wine jar. It is estimated that Bai Liu will be broken when standing on it, and the mouth of the jar will be opened. I don't know the jar yet. Bai Liu wasn't going to act recklessly until he knew what was in it.
Besides, the loose-leaf door was swinging, even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar and reached the door, he couldn't get out.
The situation seemed to be at an impasse for a while, but Bai Liu didn't panic, he vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone around, this time he looked more carefully.
There seemed to be something painted on the mud rock wall. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and looked closely. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall, and wiped away the dust and mud shells on the wall with his hands wrapped in his clothes.
The dust on the wall fell, and a mural emerged. The mural was a faded painted pattern, which looked extremely old. Many places were so blurred that it was impossible to see what was painted, but with the inscription next to the mural, it could roughly Understand the meaning of this mural.
The wall paintings in the tomb are generally used to record some important events during the life of the tomb owner. Judging from the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be a collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, also known as the ancestral grave, not for a certain person. and built, but built for a clan.
There are many red villains on the murals. They are neatly dressed, build tombs, worship Qingqing, and pray for good weather and a good harvest.
Judging from the paintings, there were no strange joint burial customs in Yinshan Village at this time. Most of the villagers died normally and put them in coffins to enter the ancestral graves.
Bai Liu paid attention to the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago.
That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. There were no villagers who drowned, and there was no custom of burying unmarried women in wedding sedan chairs with drowned people.
Bai Liu turned around, held up the red candle and looked at the second wall.
On this wall, these villains were divided into men, women and children, standing at the entrance of the village, with desolate faces. The strong men were picked out, and seemed to be pulled away by some dark thing. Guns are like the eight layers of hell.
The men were dragged away by the dark ghost-like thing. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were dragged into hell in the end.
They fell into the mountains of knives and flames, and were smashed to pieces by guillotines and steel guns. The men screamed ferociously. Even if it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain of these men.
The inscription next to the mural of the man falling into hell reads [Don't die well, never be reborn! 】.
Only women, old people and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village wearing sackcloth and filial piety, watching the men who fell into hell from a distance, covering their faces and weeping.
Bai Liu turned around and looked at the third wall, the candlestick's fire became darker and glowed with a bluish white light, and the wine jars around Bai Liu followed him to look at the next painting, quietly following him turn.
But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this, and continued to read unmoved.
A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.
This Taoist has black eyebrows, a snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, and a sense of immortality. , the people of Yinshan Village who worshiped this Taoist.
The people in Yinshan Village pleaded and prayed devoutly, which seemed to have finally moved the Taoist in heaven.
The Taoist held up the floating dust, stepped down the mundane world step by step, and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People kneeling on the ground at the entrance of the village held up the fattest livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the Taoist who descended to the mortal world.
The Taoist took it.
Bai Liu turned around the mural on the fourth wall, and the jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from a certain distance to being next to Bai Liu's legs, as if it was intentionally trapping him.
The Taoist on the fourth mural suddenly changed from a fairy spirit to a green face with fangs, brows and eyes, black and sharp nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans plastered on his body, just like a suppressed demon.
This Taoist held up floating dust and beat the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.
The people in Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drowned, turning into water ghosts. The girl who was not out of the pavilion was put into a wedding sedan chair by him, buried alive in the cemetery and smothered to death.
This Taoist seemed to be planning some important ceremony. The girl who had been strangled to death was dug out of the tomb by him, put on a grand wedding dress again, put into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave.
The body of the drowned person was fished out by him from the weir pond, and the Taoist stuffed the swollen body into a shroud, covered it with a straw mat, and buried it by the roadside.
Innocent passers-by were dragged into weir ponds and drowned by the bodies of water ghosts buried by the roadside.
When the bodies of the drowned people were piled up in the weir pond, and no new passers-by could drown in the weir pond, this Taoist finally reappeared.
His complexion is getting darker and dry, his eyes are like a roe mouse, his ears are pointed, his eyes are sunken, his ovary is purple, his fingers are like steel, he smells as he walks, he doesn't look like a living person at all, he looks like a zombie through and through.
This Taoist zombie dug out the corpses in the weir pond and threw them into the back mountain, and then dug up the corpses of Yinshan Villagers who had been buried by the roadside. Bones, the Taoist collected these dead bones with wine jars, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral grave.
This Taoist seems to be using the tomb and these bones to arrange a formation.
Some of the murals in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestors remains.
The Taoist lay covered in talismans all over his body in the main tomb, surrounded by several bride coffins serving him, and the rest of the tombs were full of ghosts of various colors, as well as wine jars.
The burial objects in normal tombs are all gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied other people's ancestral tombs and used extremely domineering things like red and white double evil spirits as burial objects.
The tortured corpses of the ancestors were used as funeral objects, and they were also built under the ancestral house. Such a heavy Yin Qi is enough to affect the descendants who live above.
This Taoist wants to refine all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white double evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to be buried with him.
No wonder the later villagers of Yinshan Village all died badly. This Taoist did such a magic trick a hundred years ago to trap the people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die well?
The spells used by this Taoist are extremely sinister and evil in Taoism, and they are extremely detrimental to evil. This kind of magic has lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers in Yinshan Village were persecuted by this magic. He had to drown, but he still didn't stop, and he wanted to call Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village, back to continue to torture him to death.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb on the mural.
If they hadn't died, this Taoist would probably wake up if he didn't get what he wanted.
For more than a hundred years, I don't know how many people have trained zombies in vain, what will happen when they wake up?
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Mu Sicheng shouted in the darkness with a trembling voice: "Bai Liu?"
Then, he heard four or five voices of "White Willow" answering him with different tones.
"Um."
"Um."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm here."
"Bai Liu"'s voice without emotion echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera and pointed it in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode.
On the shiny green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who were twisting and deforming came to observe Bai Liu standing in the middle. They stared at Bai Liu with blood-red eyes, and sniffed Bai Liu's body with their slit-like noses.
Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being molded and shaped by people. Their heads stick out from under the creaking nest, and their feet are folded from the back of their heads. They assume various twisted and soft poses, but never Judging by the raised skin on top of the bones, they have bones.
From the poses they pose... Mu Sicheng can't imagine how a creature with bones can pose in such a pose.
Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.
They stand in a row next to the white willow on tiptoes with their heads down. If they don't look at their eyes, Mu Sicheng can hardly tell who is the real white willow.
These five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him, a black eyeball slowly dropped from the top of their pure white eyes, and smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, then turned their heads abruptly Come closer.
Mu Sicheng was so frightened that the camera almost flew away.
At the moment those ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in one direction and aimed at his surroundings, but when he saw the content on the camera screen clearly in the next second, he was frightened Leaned.
Around Mu Sicheng, there are also several ghosts who are transforming.
These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are grinning at him with a "Mu Sicheng" face with distorted features.
In the confusion, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost's pale body, gently holding a match with its fingers.
A calm voice came from afar: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you reach the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait until I come to you."
This is Bai Liu's voice!
wipe--!
The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of the huddled Mu Sicheng was lit.
The moment the fire was lit, all the demons around Mu Sicheng faded away, only Bai Liu holding a match to light a candlestick for him was left watching him quietly.
Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words [wait for me to find you] that he heard in the dark just now.
He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine a light on the white willow in front of him.
The blue flames reflected on Bai Liu's indifferent face, and there were no shadows on the ground or walls.
Mu Sicheng's back slowly tensed up. He held up the candlestick and moved in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: "Where are we going now?"
"Bai Liu" walked forward, and he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face seemed to be painted on, with a weird paper texture.
"Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world."
the other end.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick, and there was no one around him.
When entering the tomb just now, Bai Liu stepped on a flipped trapdoor on the ground, and stood on it to keep her balance. She waited until the ghost appeared and chaos broke out. The flip door slid a passage and fell to the next level.
When those ghosts didn't respond, Bai Liu disappeared.
Bai Liu stood up, patted the ashes on his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell.
This is a square tomb chamber, not big, Bai Liu reckoned the length, width and height to be about 1 meter x 2 meters x 2 meters, the walls were covered with thick dust.
Unexpectedly, these were not what Bai Liu paid attention to, he looked around, and finally saw the trap door he fell down - this is the only exit of this square tomb.
This is a sealed tomb.
And not only that.
Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light of the candlestick flickered, as if it was about to go out at any moment, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly the things placed on the ground of the tomb.
Many wine jars were piled neatly and densely on the ground of the tomb. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, with red thread wrapped around the neck. Brass bells.
The red thread, the bell, and the red paper are obviously the same outer packaging as Bai Liu's previous coffin.
The wine jar probably wasn't a "thing" that Bai Liu would like to see now.
In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted, there are about a hundred of this kind of wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb, it can be said that only the place where Bai Liu just fell was not placed, the rest of the ground The table is full of wine jars.
Standing on the wine jar, Bai Liu might be able to reach the loose-leaf door, but there is only a thin layer of paper seal on the wine jar. It is estimated that Bai Liu will be broken when standing on it, and the mouth of the jar will be opened. I don't know the jar yet. Bai Liu wasn't going to act recklessly until he knew what was in it.
Besides, the loose-leaf door was swinging, even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar and reached the door, he couldn't get out.
The situation seemed to be at an impasse for a while, but Bai Liu didn't panic, he vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone around, this time he looked more carefully.
There seemed to be something painted on the mud rock wall. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and looked closely. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall, and wiped away the dust and mud shells on the wall with his hands wrapped in his clothes.
The dust on the wall fell, and a mural emerged. The mural was a faded painted pattern, which looked extremely old. Many places were so blurred that it was impossible to see what was painted, but with the inscription next to the mural, it could roughly Understand the meaning of this mural.
The wall paintings in the tomb are generally used to record some important events during the life of the tomb owner. Judging from the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be a collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, also known as the ancestral grave, not for a certain person. and built, but built for a clan.
There are many red villains on the murals. They are neatly dressed, build tombs, worship Qingqing, and pray for good weather and a good harvest.
Judging from the paintings, there were no strange joint burial customs in Yinshan Village at this time. Most of the villagers died normally and put them in coffins to enter the ancestral graves.
Bai Liu paid attention to the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago.
That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. There were no villagers who drowned, and there was no custom of burying unmarried women in wedding sedan chairs with drowned people.
Bai Liu turned around, held up the red candle and looked at the second wall.
On this wall, these villains were divided into men, women and children, standing at the entrance of the village, with desolate faces. The strong men were picked out, and seemed to be pulled away by some dark thing. Guns are like the eight layers of hell.
The men were dragged away by the dark ghost-like thing. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were dragged into hell in the end.
They fell into the mountains of knives and flames, and were smashed to pieces by guillotines and steel guns. The men screamed ferociously. Even if it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain of these men.
The inscription next to the mural of the man falling into hell reads [Don't die well, never be reborn! 】.
Only women, old people and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village wearing sackcloth and filial piety, watching the men who fell into hell from a distance, covering their faces and weeping.
Bai Liu turned around and looked at the third wall, the candlestick's fire became darker and glowed with a bluish white light, and the wine jars around Bai Liu followed him to look at the next painting, quietly following him turn.
But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this, and continued to read unmoved.
A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.
This Taoist has black eyebrows, a snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, and a sense of immortality. , the people of Yinshan Village who worshiped this Taoist.
The people in Yinshan Village pleaded and prayed devoutly, which seemed to have finally moved the Taoist in heaven.
The Taoist held up the floating dust, stepped down the mundane world step by step, and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People kneeling on the ground at the entrance of the village held up the fattest livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the Taoist who descended to the mortal world.
The Taoist took it.
Bai Liu turned around the mural on the fourth wall, and the jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from a certain distance to being next to Bai Liu's legs, as if it was intentionally trapping him.
The Taoist on the fourth mural suddenly changed from a fairy spirit to a green face with fangs, brows and eyes, black and sharp nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans plastered on his body, just like a suppressed demon.
This Taoist held up floating dust and beat the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.
The people in Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drowned, turning into water ghosts. The girl who was not out of the pavilion was put into a wedding sedan chair by him, buried alive in the cemetery and smothered to death.
This Taoist seemed to be planning some important ceremony. The girl who had been strangled to death was dug out of the tomb by him, put on a grand wedding dress again, put into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave.
The body of the drowned person was fished out by him from the weir pond, and the Taoist stuffed the swollen body into a shroud, covered it with a straw mat, and buried it by the roadside.
Innocent passers-by were dragged into weir ponds and drowned by the bodies of water ghosts buried by the roadside.
When the bodies of the drowned people were piled up in the weir pond, and no new passers-by could drown in the weir pond, this Taoist finally reappeared.
His complexion is getting darker and dry, his eyes are like a roe mouse, his ears are pointed, his eyes are sunken, his ovary is purple, his fingers are like steel, he smells as he walks, he doesn't look like a living person at all, he looks like a zombie through and through.
This Taoist zombie dug out the corpses in the weir pond and threw them into the back mountain, and then dug up the corpses of Yinshan Villagers who had been buried by the roadside. Bones, the Taoist collected these dead bones with wine jars, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral grave.
This Taoist seems to be using the tomb and these bones to arrange a formation.
Some of the murals in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestors remains.
The Taoist lay covered in talismans all over his body in the main tomb, surrounded by several bride coffins serving him, and the rest of the tombs were full of ghosts of various colors, as well as wine jars.
The burial objects in normal tombs are all gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied other people's ancestral tombs and used extremely domineering things like red and white double evil spirits as burial objects.
The tortured corpses of the ancestors were used as funeral objects, and they were also built under the ancestral house. Such a heavy Yin Qi is enough to affect the descendants who live above.
This Taoist wants to refine all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white double evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to be buried with him.
No wonder the later villagers of Yinshan Village all died badly. This Taoist did such a magic trick a hundred years ago to trap the people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die well?
The spells used by this Taoist are extremely sinister and evil in Taoism, and they are extremely detrimental to evil. This kind of magic has lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers in Yinshan Village were persecuted by this magic. He had to drown, but he still didn't stop, and he wanted to call Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village, back to continue to torture him to death.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb on the mural.
If they hadn't died, this Taoist would probably wake up if he didn't get what he wanted.
For more than a hundred years, I don't know how many people have trained zombies in vain, what will happen when they wake up?
Mu Sicheng shouted in the darkness with a trembling voice: "Bai Liu?" Then, he heard four or five voices of "White Willow" answering him with different tones. "Um." "Um." "What are you doing?" "I'm here." "Bai Liu"'s voice without emotion echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera and pointed it in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode. On the shiny green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end. In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who were twisting and deforming came to observe Bai Liu standing in the middle. They stared at Bai Liu with blood-red eyes, and sniffed Bai Liu's body with their slit-like noses. Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being molded and shaped by people. Their heads stick out from under the creaking nest, and their feet are folded from the back of their heads. They assume various twisted and soft poses, but never Judging by the raised skin on top of the bones, they have bones. From the poses they pose... Mu Sicheng can't imagine how a creature with bones can pose in such a pose. Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu. They stand in a row next to the white willow on tiptoes with their heads down. If they don't look at their eyes, Mu Sicheng can hardly tell who is the real white willow. These five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him, a black eyeball slowly dropped from the top of their pure white eyes, and smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, then turned their heads abruptly Come closer. Mu Sicheng was so frightened that the camera almost flew away. At the moment those ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in one direction and aimed at his surroundings, but when he saw the content on the camera screen clearly in the next second, he was frightened Leaned. Around Mu Sicheng, there are also several ghosts who are transforming. These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are grinning at him with a "Mu Sicheng" face with distorted features. In the confusion, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost's pale body, gently holding a match with its fingers. A calm voice came from afar: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you reach the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait until I come to you." This is Bai Liu's voice! wipe--! The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of the huddled Mu Sicheng was lit. The moment the fire was lit, all the demons around Mu Sicheng faded away, only Bai Liu holding a match to light a candlestick for him was left watching him quietly. Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words wait for me to find you that he heard in the dark just now. He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine a light on the white willow in front of him. The blue flames reflected on Bai Liu's indifferent face, and there were no shadows on the ground or walls. Mu Sicheng's back slowly tensed up. He held up the candlestick and moved in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: "Where are we going now?" "Bai Liu" walked forward, and he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face seemed to be painted on, with a weird paper texture. "Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world." the other end. Bai Liu held up the candlestick, and there was no one around him. When entering the tomb just now, Bai Liu stepped on a flipped trapdoor on the ground, and stood on it to keep her balance. She waited until the ghost appeared and chaos broke out. The flip door slid a passage and fell to the next level. When those ghosts didn't respond, Bai Liu disappeared. Bai Liu stood up, patted the ashes on his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell. This is a square tomb chamber, not big, Bai Liu reckoned the length, width and height to be about 1 meter x 2 meters x 2 meters, the walls were covered with thick dust. Unexpectedly, these were not what Bai Liu paid attention to, he looked around, and finally saw the trap door he fell down - this is the only exit of this square tomb. This is a sealed tomb. And not only that. Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light of the candlestick flickered, as if it was about to go out at any moment, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly the things placed on the ground of the tomb. Many wine jars were piled neatly and densely on the ground of the tomb. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, with red thread wrapped around the neck. Brass bells. The red thread, the bell, and the red paper are obviously the same outer packaging as Bai Liu's previous coffin. The wine jar probably wasn't a "thing" that Bai Liu would like to see now. In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted, there are about a hundred of this kind of wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb, it can be said that only the place where Bai Liu just fell was not placed, the rest of the ground The table is full of wine jars. Standing on the wine jar, Bai Liu might be able to reach the loose-leaf door, but there is only a thin layer of paper seal on the wine jar. It is estimated that Bai Liu will be broken when standing on it, and the mouth of the jar will be opened. I don't know the jar yet. Bai Liu wasn't going to act recklessly until he knew what was in it. Besides, the loose-leaf door was swinging, even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar and reached the door, he couldn't get out. The situation seemed to be at an impasse for a while, but Bai Liu didn't panic, he vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone around, this time he looked more carefully. There seemed to be something painted on the mud rock wall. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and looked closely. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall, and wiped away the dust and mud shells on the wall with his hands wrapped in his clothes. The dust on the wall fell, and a mural emerged. The mural was a faded painted pattern, which looked extremely old. Many places were so blurred that it was impossible to see what was painted, but with the inscription next to the mural, it could roughly Understand the meaning of this mural. The wall paintings in the tomb are generally used to record some important events during the life of the tomb owner. Judging from the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be a collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, also known as the ancestral grave, not for a certain person. and built, but built for a clan. There are many red villains on the murals. They are neatly dressed, build tombs, worship Qingqing, and pray for good weather and a good harvest. Judging from the paintings, there were no strange joint burial customs in Yinshan Village at this time. Most of the villagers died normally and put them in coffins to enter the ancestral graves. Bai Liu paid attention to the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago. That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. There were no villagers who drowned, and there was no custom of burying unmarried women in wedding sedan chairs with drowned people. Bai Liu turned around, held up the red candle and looked at the second wall. On this wall, these villains were divided into men, women and children, standing at the entrance of the village, with desolate faces. The strong men were picked out, and seemed to be pulled away by some dark thing. Guns are like the eight layers of hell. The men were dragged away by the dark ghost-like thing. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were dragged into hell in the end. They fell into the mountains of knives and flames, and were smashed to pieces by guillotines and steel guns. The men screamed ferociously. Even if it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain of these men. The inscription next to the mural of the man falling into hell reads Don't die well, never be reborn! . Only women, old people and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village wearing sackcloth and filial piety, watching the men who fell into hell from a distance, covering their faces and weeping. Bai Liu turned around and looked at the third wall, the candlestick's fire became darker and glowed with a bluish white light, and the wine jars around Bai Liu followed him to look at the next painting, quietly following him turn. But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this, and continued to read unmoved. A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall. This Taoist has black eyebrows, a snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, and a sense of immortality. , the people of Yinshan Village who worshiped this Taoist. The people in Yinshan Village pleaded and prayed devoutly, which seemed to have finally moved the Taoist in heaven. The Taoist held up the floating dust, stepped down the mundane world step by step, and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People kneeling on the ground at the entrance of the village held up the fattest livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the Taoist who descended to the mortal world. The Taoist took it. Bai Liu turned around the mural on the fourth wall, and the jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from a certain distance to being next to Bai Liu's legs, as if it was intentionally trapping him. The Taoist on the fourth mural suddenly changed from a fairy spirit to a green face with fangs, brows and eyes, black and sharp nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans plastered on his body, just like a suppressed demon. This Taoist held up floating dust and beat the people of Yinshan Village like a whip. The people in Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drowned, turning into water ghosts. The girl who was not out of the pavilion was put into a wedding sedan chair by him, buried alive in the cemetery and smothered to death. This Taoist seemed to be planning some important ceremony. The girl who had been strangled to death was dug out of the tomb by him, put on a grand wedding dress again, put into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave. The body of the drowned person was fished out by him from the weir pond, and the Taoist stuffed the swollen body into a shroud, covered it with a straw mat, and buried it by the roadside. Innocent passers-by were dragged into weir ponds and drowned by the bodies of water ghosts buried by the roadside. When the bodies of the drowned people were piled up in the weir pond, and no new passers-by could drown in the weir pond, this Taoist finally reappeared. His complexion is getting darker and dry, his eyes are like a roe mouse, his ears are pointed, his eyes are sunken, his ovary is purple, his fingers are like steel, he smells as he walks, he doesn't look like a living person at all, he looks like a zombie through and through. This Taoist zombie dug out the corpses in the weir pond and threw them into the back mountain, and then dug up the corpses of Yinshan Villagers who had been buried by the roadside. Bones, the Taoist collected these dead bones with wine jars, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral grave. This Taoist seems to be using the tomb and these bones to arrange a formation. Some of the murals in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestors remains. The Taoist lay covered in talismans all over his body in the main tomb, surrounded by several bride coffins serving him, and the rest of the tombs were full of ghosts of various colors, as well as wine jars. The burial objects in normal tombs are all gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied other people's ancestral tombs and used extremely domineering things like red and white double evil spirits as burial objects. The tortured corpses of the ancestors were used as funeral objects, and they were also built under the ancestral house. Such a heavy Yin Qi is enough to affect the descendants who live above. This Taoist wants to refine all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white double evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to be buried with him. No wonder the later villagers of Yinshan Village all died badly. This Taoist did such a magic trick a hundred years ago to trap the people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die well? The spells used by this Taoist are extremely sinister and evil in Taoism, and they are extremely detrimental to evil. This kind of magic has lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers in Yinshan Village were persecuted by this magic. He had to drown, but he still didn't stop, and he wanted to call Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village, back to continue to torture him to death. Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb on the mural. If they hadn't died, this Taoist would probably wake up if he didn't get what he wanted. For more than a hundred years, I don't know how many people have trained zombies in vain, what will happen when they wake up?
