Unparalleled Double Harmony

Chapter 340 teasing
Zishi, Shaoshifu.

Han Yu's specious "God Invitation Ceremony" has reached its climax.

From the beginning to the present, Master Han's mantras can be said to be more and more complicated. From the beginning, he called the Taishang Laojun, and gradually changed to looking for the Jade Emperor, the Tathagata Buddha, and then the Dragon King, Zhu Bajie, and even the Yellow Emperor. Daxian tried to read it.

During this process, besides keeping his palms together, he deliberately rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if putting himself in this trance-like trance would make it easier to see ghosts and gods.

Just like that, after another hour and a half, the room... really changed.

In the "trance", Han Yu saw from the corner of his eye that the candlelight around him began to change color, from bright yellow to light blue, and then to faint blue.

Not only did the color change, but the halo of the candle flame was also spreading, getting bigger and bigger until Han Yu's sight was filled with blue light.

And at this time, he also felt: when the diffused light shrouded his body, it did not have the warmth of fire, on the contrary... it brought a chill.

"Is this done?" Han Yu said silently in his heart, thinking that it should be almost done, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, stopped chanting the mantra, and looked up at the surroundings.

Seeing this, he was shocked.

"Ah?" Han Yu looked intently, and found that he was no longer in the study, but kneeling in a strange room.

This room is octagonal, the walls are made of white stones, and the beams, floors, and ceilings are all made of wood; there are no doors and windows in the room, but there is a staircase in the middle that can go up; the light sources in this room come from the side of the wall There are several candlesticks, and the candles burning on the candlesticks are all candles with blue flames.

"Is there... anyone?" After a brief silence, Han Yu, who regained his composure a little, asked in a trembling and not very loud voice.

As a result, his voice aroused waves of echoes in this weird environment, and most of the voices climbed up through the stairs in the middle of the room.

Judging from this echo, the space Han Yu is in seems to be an octagonal "tower", and the stairs in the middle can lead all the way to the top of the tower.

"Is there anyone?" Han Yu then repeated several times.

But each time he only heard the echo of himself, and no one, or anything else, responded to him.

Seeing this, Han Yu hesitated for a while, and finally he mustered up the courage to go up the stairs to have a look.

After making up his mind, Han Yu walked to the wall, tried to take a candle from the candlestick, and held it in his hand to light it. After all, he didn't know if there was light on the upper floor.

"Hiss—ah!" The moment Han Yu pinched the candle, Han Yu grinned and withdrew his hand instinctively.

It turned out that it was the body of the candle, which was as cold as ice to the touch.

Of course, for the current Han Yu, this level of "weirdness" is not enough to amaze him for too long. After a few seconds, he just rubbed his hands, then shook off his sleeves, and used his hands again through the fabric of the sleeves. Picked up the candle.

Although the fingers still feel cold in this way, it is bearable.

After getting something that could illuminate, Han Yu held the candle in front of him with his right hand, turned around and walked upstairs.

It should be mentioned here that walking with a candle is a bit different from walking with a lantern: because the candle is not protected by a lampshade, when a person walks with a candle, he has to use two hands, that is, one hand to hold the candle. Hold the candle, and use the other hand as a shield to protect the candle flame. Otherwise, if you walk a little faster, or if you encounter a gust of wind by chance, the candle will go out as soon as it is extinguished.

But for this tower right now, the situation is quite special—it has no doors and windows, and there is not even a breath of wind in the tower.

Therefore, even if Han Yu walked forward with only one hand holding the candle, it would be fine.

Mr. Han also thought about it, he can take advantage of this, let the left and right hands take turns holding the candle through the sleeve, so as to prevent the fingers from freezing when one hand is held for too long.

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Soon, Han Yu came to the second floor of the octagonal tower by stepping on the wooden stairs that probably made noise due to slight decay.

Just as his head was above the floor of the second floor, he saw... there were more than one person on this floor.

However, on this floor, there are five or six figures, standing or kneeling, gathered in a corner away from the stairs, and in front of them, there is still a pile of things vaguely placed.

Although Han Yu was afraid in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and step forward to see what those people were up to.

Step by step……

Holding a candle, Han Yu approached slowly. After a few minutes, he could clearly see that the five or six people were all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. It's not a Fatai, but a pile of bottles and jars.

The mouth of the bottle is small, and the mouth of the jar is large; he can't see what's in the bottle, but he can see what's in the jar... It's rice.

Although Han Yu didn't understand it very well, as a layman, he could also see that the arrangement of those bottles and cans on the ground was not random or random, but deliberately arranged in a certain "array".

Just when Han Yu was hesitating whether to take the initiative to say hello to these people...

thump—

Suddenly, there was a soft sound at his feet.

Han Yu looked down, only to realize that he had accidentally kicked down a bottle on the ground, and what flowed out of that bottle was a nearly transparent liquid, which was a pity because the light in the room was blue at the moment Yes, it made it difficult for him to judge whether the liquid itself had some color.

The next second, when they heard the sound of the bottle falling, the five or six people in sackcloth and mourning were startled almost at the same time, and then one of them, the one closest to Han Yu, slowly turned his head.

It was a woman, a very young, beautiful woman.

Han Yu felt that she seemed to have known her before, but he couldn't remember who this woman was, where and when he had seen her.

"You are..." Han Yu opened his mouth, wanting to ask the other party a question.

But before he could say a word, the woman bent down silently, picked up another bottle on the ground, and handed it to him.

Han Yu didn't know what this meant, but he took the bottle anyway.

The liquid in the bottle was still there, Han Yu put it under his nose and smelled it, and suddenly felt an oily fragrance rushing straight to his forehead.

"There's oil in the bottle, rice in the jar... what do you mean?" Han Yu was puzzled, and looked at the woman with a questioning expression on his face.

The woman suddenly started to cry, and raised her hand as a "drinking" gesture.

"You want me to drink this oil?" Han Yu was even more confused now.

Although poor people had little oil in those days, oil and water were indeed a good thing that rich people like him could enjoy wantonly, but I haven't heard of anyone drinking it like this?

I thought so, but Han Yu's hand still brought the small oil bottle to his mouth unconsciously.

At this moment, he sniffed the bottle again.

But this time, besides the unusually strong oily fragrance, he seemed to smell something else...

It was a stench, a rotten stench, which for the first time he could not smell it because it was masked by a stronger aroma of oil.

"Ah!" Finally, Han Yu thought of something, he threw the bottle away and took a few steps back.

The weeping woman looked at him, still expressionless, but at this moment, under the blue light, her fair face seemed to gradually become terrifying.

Then, the other people in sackcloth and filial piety also turned their heads, and all looked at Han Yu.

They were both women, both young and beautiful.

Han Yu felt that each of them seemed to have known each other, but he couldn't remember any of their names, and he didn't know who they were.

Their faces became more terrifying the more they looked.

"No...no..." Han Yu didn't know what he was refusing, but just repeated the word "no", retreated all the way to the stairs, and ran to the third floor of the tower in a stumbling manner.

the third floor.

There are many clothes hanging on the beams on this floor.

Those clothes are all made of high-quality fabrics and high-quality workmanship; when they are unfolded and hung one by one, they are like people floating in mid-air with their arms outstretched.

There was also a fire on one side of this floor. Han Yu looked there and found two people burning clothes there.

These two people didn't wear sackcloth and filial piety, but they didn't wear anything at all. They were naked, not even a pair of pants... It's a pity, these two are men.

And these two, their bodies are full of scars, their skin is full of bruises, burns, and fatal lacerations that look like they have been stitched up, it can be said that there is no good flesh.

But even so, their actions didn't seem to be affected in any way: one was collecting clothes in a leisurely manner, and the other was throwing the collected clothes into a big brazier one by one.

The fire in the brazier was not small, but there was no smoke, and it did not emit heat. Where the blue light shone, there was only a chill.

At this time, Han Yu was already panicked by fear, he didn't dare to contact these two people rashly, but he didn't just turn his head and walk away, so he just stood there stupidly, observing them from a distance.

It didn't take long for Han Yu to look at it. Suddenly, the person watching the brazier turned his head and looked back at him.

That face also seemed familiar, and it was different from the situation on the second floor. This time, it took Han Yu a few seconds to recognize the other person—it was Ma Er!

"You...you already..." Han Yu murmured.

Just when he was about to say the word "death".

Another person, the one in charge of "collecting clothes", suddenly appeared beside Han Yu.

"Teacher, the students have been waiting here for a long time..." This one, Ma Xuan said, he was about to put on a dress for Han Yu, "Hurry up and put it on, this is specially made for You left..."

When Han Yu saw the other party's face and the well-crafted shroud held by Ma Xuansheng, he was almost frightened into cardiac arrest.

But he still held on...

After a breath, Han Yu pushed Ma Xuansheng away, turned around and ran up the stairs without saying a word.

When he came to the fourth floor, he quickly turned his head and looked down to see if there was any "person" catching up.

But looking down from the fourth floor, even by candlelight, you can only see an abyss of darkness.

"Eh?" At this time, Han Yu also discovered another situation - at some point, his right hand holding the candle through his sleeve could no longer be released.

Because he had been paying attention to other places with high nervousness before, and completely forgot to change the candle in his hand, so he realized it later: his palm, the cloth of his sleeve, and the body of the candle were frozen and sticky. Connected together, the entire palm has been frozen purple and black, and has lost consciousness.

But then again, frostbitten hands is nothing to the Korean language compared to everything else going on here.

Also said the fourth layer.

Here is the top floor of the tower. The stairs stop here, and there is no further upward passage.

And this is an anomaly in itself.

According to the ancient concept, the number of days is odd, the number of land is even, the odd number is yang, and the even number is yin, the sky is overwhelming, and the balance of yin and yang... This is the rule that architecture, especially certain buildings, must follow.

So you can see that the number of floors of a building like a "tower" is mostly odd, while the sides and angles on the plan are mostly even.

This is the rule, breaking this rule is abnormal.

For example, in this tower right now, there are eight corners, which is no problem, but the number of floors is also an even number... This is not right; it breaks the pattern and breaks the positive number.

Ordinary dwellings are not so particular, but "pagodas", which have certain significance in Taoism and Buddhism, do not "take negative numbers from the top", only downwards, what are the "eight hells" and "ten halls of Hades" , "Eighteen levels of hell" often take negative numbers.

Of course, Han Yu didn't understand this matter very well, and he didn't have the time to care about it at the moment.

At this moment, Han Yu's attention has already been placed on another person besides him on this floor.

This person was dressed in a gray Taoist robe and looked about forty or so, but he was thin and thin, with a sharp mouth and narrow cheeks.

"Master Han, you've come." The gray-robed Taoist priest's voice matched his appearance very well, with a treacherous voice and intonation.

"I... where is this? Who are you?" Han Yu asked.

"Hmph." The gray-robed Taoist snorted coldly, "Master Han has exhausted all his tricks in his life, and when he is at a loss here, he begs gods and ghosts... just pray, why are you afraid when ghosts and gods really come to you?" I'm confused, I'm confused...you still want to ask these unnecessary things?"

Hearing this, Han Yu suddenly felt a ruthless force rising from the depths of fear, and his expression became pale: "Okay, let me ask... how can this great immortal help me?"

"Help you? Heh..." the gray-robed Taoist priest smiled, "Who said I want to help you?"

"What?" Han Yu said, "Didn't you just admit that you are the ghost I 'invited' here?"

"Yes." The gray-robed Taoist asked back, "but since I'm here, do I have to help you? I can't be... I want to play with you first, and then swallow the karma on your body and have a full meal." Ton?"

"You..." Han Yu felt his blood go cold when he heard this sentence.

Of course, this is reality.

Where are there so many "equivalent exchanges" in this world? When pure malice strikes, you are a fish and meat, and the evil party will negotiate terms with you?

Not to mention, Mr. Han recruited these "things" himself.

"Then...then Han doesn't need your help anymore, let me go back, I...ah!" When Han Yu said this, he wanted to run down the stairs.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt that his foot was in the air, and the sky was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been hung upside down, and the whole building was already upside down.

And the gray-robed Taoist priest also gradually changed at this time. Under Han Yu's horrified eyes, he turned into a huge gray mouse, which was attached to the "ceiling".

"You've been 'down' all the way here, so why are you leaving?" Although Xuan Jianshu turned into a monster, he could still speak human words, "Even if you can leave, I won't let you go. Slip away...hehehe..."

(End of this chapter)