The fruit of killing life

Chapter 2 [weird]!
In Wang's ancestral hall.

The light on the altar also seemed to be suppressed by some invisible thing. It was dim and dim for less than three feet, and it would be completely extinguished at any time.

At the junction of light and darkness, a stiff figure stood there quietly like a sculpture.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Wang Yuan, who was haunted all over his body, tried his best to suppress the beating heartbeat in his chest, and forced himself to calm down.

With the dim light, he could barely see that it seemed to be a woman with disheveled hair.

He lowered his head and stood in front of the altar without saying a word, so close to him.

Under the tattered clothes, her body was covered with gray-green rust like fish scales.

Moreover, messy and knotted hair, rotten and moldy clothes, and shoes with exposed toes were dripping water all over the body.

But outside the gate of the ancestral hall, although the night was thick, like the stinky ink that was constantly tumbling, there was not even a drop of rain on the ground.

What's even more weird is that, apart from the woman's feet, there is no footprint inside or outside the ancestral hall, as if she had been standing here from the very beginning.

Seeing Wang Yuan here, he couldn't help snuffing out the last trace of luck in his heart, and shouted silently:

"How can you be so unlucky that you encounter such a small probability event when you pretend to be a 'corpse' for the first time?
No, no, this is not the kind of ordinary [feminine thing] that can only "confuse, cover up and scare" and is afraid of cinnabar and mahogany magic tools, but a genuine [weird]! "

hiss!
All kinds of terrifying legends kept surging in his mind, Wang Yuan resisted the trembling, and quickly scanned the increasingly dark ancestral hall with the only moving eyeball in his whole body.

When encountering [Strange], if it is a new traveler, or the original "fool", the sentence can almost be pronounced directly: there is no hope, wait for death.

But he thought he might be able to salvage it.

Over the years, in order to survive in the hands of his relatives, Wang Yuan, of course, has always maintained a foolish personality.

But as long as you are conscious, you must seize every opportunity to learn all kinds of knowledge in this mysterious world and enrich your capital to live and work.

Daling Wang's family is also the guardian of the tomb on Beiman Mountain. They are considered to be half of the Yinmen family, and their understanding of heresy and legends of ghosts is far higher than that of ordinary people.

Wang Yuan knew that in this mystical world, there were not only demons, spirits, ghosts, and monsters active, all of which were within the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and could communicate with each other and even use tricks to restrain them.

As a preparatory mausoleum guard and a descendant of the Wang family, he has seen many of them with his own eyes on the Beimang Mountain next door, so he is not too frightened.

In addition to this, there is a terrifying existence that really kills people - [weird]!
What is out of the ordinary is called "weird", and what is strange and chaotic is called "unusual".

They are like bugs inserted into this world forcefully, it is difficult for mortals to communicate, understand, and irresistible.

It is said that the particularly powerful ones are like the wind, rain, thunder, and electricity that exist in nature, and they cannot be completely killed no matter what method is used!
There are many such cases in Wang’s collection of files:

[Three Years of Yong'an·Xuanpingfang Oil Seller]

In Xuanpingfang, Beijing, there was a young oil seller who only set up a stall in the night market. The lard he sold was not only cheap but also delicious.

But all the people in the capital who had eaten his lard disappeared one after another within a month.

When the government found them in an oil workshop, they had all died violently, and their bodies were intact, but there was no trace of fat left.

[Eighth Year of Jianming · Cang'er Mountain People and Trees]

This year, woodcutters and hunters often disappeared on Cang'er Mountain, and no one was alive or dead, and the residents at the foot of the mountain were panic-stricken.

It wasn't until a traveling monk who knew some strange arts passed by this mountain and strayed into a wild village deep in the forest, that he found a big tree full of human heads growing in the village.

Under the tree, there are hundreds of headless people fishing, woodcutters and farming, as if they were alive.

The traveling monk fled for his life and became a madman shortly after his return. Three days later, he chopped off his own head with a hatchet and planted it in the soil.

When the government heard the news and went to look for the Nomura, the "human tree" had long since disappeared.

[Jianming 14th Year Great Flame Treasure Ship]

In Yunhe County, Dengzhou Prefecture, when Zheng Bangjie, a sea merchant, led his team out to sea, he happened to meet a returning Dayan treasure ship, and was invited to board the treasure ship to appreciate the rare treasures brought back from overseas.

The accompanying merchants were dazzled and begged for purchases one after another. After half a month, everyone returned with treasures, such as gems and jade, coral treasure trees, Kit Kat clocks and watches. It caused a sensation in the state capital.

But only two months later, they all died of old age at home.

After investigation: the treasures sold by the sea merchants not only paid for gold and silver, but also for the rest of their lives.
Fortunately in misfortune.

Although these [weird] are terrifying, they seem to be subject to certain restrictions. They cannot kill people wantonly for no reason, and most of them have rules to follow when they harm people.

In theory, as long as this rule can be found, even ordinary people may survive in their hands.

Wang Yuan quickly glanced up and down the [weird] and the increasingly dark ancestral hall, just trying to find that glimmer of life before the other party made trouble.

suddenly.

He noticed that after this [weird] appeared, he didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, but kept staring at a tribute on the altar.

Immediately, Wang Yuan's eyes fell on the altar under his feet, and his expression changed suddenly.

"This is."

He has been sitting here for a day, so it is clear what is on the altar.

Except for the sacrificial candles, fruit, and pig's head, there are only two books left.

The first is "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Jiegu", which is a must-read for all Confucian scholars in Dayan, and the second is a military book "Thirty-six Books of Wu Jing Volume Eight".

This is a tribute to the ancestors. The Wang family has been inheriting the family through literature and martial arts for 200 years.

This is the case every year, which is not surprising.

But this time.

As if feeling the aura of [Weird], the "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Jiegu" seemed to have life, slowly wriggling and turned into another appearance.

The original paper has quietly turned into burnt yellow leather, which seems to have untreated meridians and blood vessels, which makes people have very bad associations.

The inscription "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Jiegu" has gradually changed into a red and black "Book of Corpse Accounts" that seems to be written in blood!
There is no need to open it at all, just staring at it, Wang Yuan seems to have many hallucinations in his mind.

A strong corpse smell seemed to penetrate directly into the brain along the eyes.

There is the sound of wooden fish in my ears, the mournful howl, and the babbling of a lunatic, which together form an upside-down scripture:
"Fat and swollen corpse king, take a picture of one hundred and six; visit the old man with four eyes, green teeth and pale tongue; the wind drinks the body, and the ghost eats and swallows the devil"

"It's about life and death, they gather and disperse in one breath. There is no life and no death, but people's plan is life and death.

There are those who are standing dead, those who are sitting dead, those who are lying down, those who are dying of sickness, and those who are dying with medicine; there are those who have the appearance of new death, the appearance of bloated fat, and the appearance of blood smeared equally, and there is no difference between the first and the second."

Seeing the "Book of Corpse Accounts", which seemed to be transcribed with human skin, a thunderbolt exploded in Wang Yuan's brain.

"No wonder, it's ruthless enough to use an evil [creepy thing] with a record of strange knowledge as bait! It's so ruthless!"

The reason why he encountered [Strange] was obviously not that Wang Yuan himself was really so unlucky.

It was Wang Yunhu and the others who were secretly planning all this, and they did not pin their hopes on illusory luck at all.

Once the plan was decided, he made a decisive move and pushed hard behind Wang Yuan who had already stood on the edge of the cliff.

The already somewhat dangerous "corpse sacrifice ceremony" plus this "Book of Corpse Accounts" is no longer a trick, but a direct trick!
More importantly, Shouling Wang's literary and martial arts heirs have no inheritance of skills at all, and Wang Yunhu probably colluded with outsiders. This is the method of a warlock!
Wang Yuan's eyes flickered.

I can't help but be very suspicious, if I practice this kind of [witchcraft and sorcery] that can kill even nobles just for this mere thousand acres of land, wouldn't I really be afraid of being ransacked and exterminated?
What is the difference between using such means to deal with a "fool" and hitting mosquitoes with cannons?
But don't wait for him to continue to think deeply.

Bang——!Bang!Bang!
Suddenly there was the sound of clappers, one slow and two fast, in the distance.

"Heaven, earth and man are in harmony, the best blessing is Hengchang, midnight, midnight!"

The libretto of the three-tone watchman has just fallen.

A stench of countless rotten fish soaked in the river water suddenly exploded in Wang Yuan's nose.

[Strange] One of the common conditions for killing people.

——The meeting of yin and yang, where water and fire clash; in the middle of the night, wild tricks kill people!
I saw that [Strange] who had been staring at the "Book of Corpse Accounts" motionless, suddenly raised his head.

The messy black hair was parted to the sides, revealing a terrifying face with half rotten and swollen flesh, and half covered with fish scales.

It's like a corpse that has been soaked in the bottom of the water for countless years, or like a fish demon that has gone wrong in its transformation.

She stared at two dead fish-like eyes, and asked Wang Yuan sadly:

"Brother, do you think I look like a human or a fish?"

There seems to be anticipation in the pinpoint pupils.

At the same time, Wang Yuan also found that his head regained control.

But he didn't rush to answer, he gritted his teeth and stared at the terrifying face.

He knew that these were all [weird] routines.

If you answer like a fish, the other party will definitely become angry and use force directly.

But if you answer like a human being, you will never end well.

Referring to other incident files over the years, it is likely that [weird] will use this promise to drain all luck and fortune, and die ridiculously within a few days.

It seems that no matter how you answer it, you are dead, but the difference between early death and late death.

When Wang Yuan's thoughts turned, the female trick spoke again:
"Brother, do you think I look like a human or a fish?"

Although the tone was the same as before, the temperature in the ancestral hall dropped a little again.

Wang Yuan knew that if he didn't answer, the other party might attack directly.

But he also knew that at this time, he must not be timid. Once the courage dissipates, the blood will be weak, and the opponent will immediately take advantage of it.

So his face was full of sternness, and in the [weird] expectant eyes, he shouted loudly:
"Are you like a man or a fish?

I think you look like a 148-foot-tall ponytail who would cry for a long time with a single punch——! ! ! "

As soon as the voice fell, the female ghost involuntarily took a step back as if she had been punched hard, and her figure was also seven inches shorter out of thin air.

"Huh?"

There was confusion in the eyes of her two dead fish. She could understand each of these words, but she couldn't understand them at all when they were linked together.

For a while, I couldn't even tell whether I should kill or not.

But before she reacted, the invisible force that had been haunting Wang Yuan's body had already been broken.

Without hesitation, he jumped off the altar and ran away.

Temporary cleverness can't offset the huge gap in strength between the two sides. The most urgent task now is to drag those dogs who are guarding outside into the water and use them as scapegoats.

Only by feeding this [strangeness] can he possibly recover a life.

Whoosh!
Speeding like lightning, Wang Yuan has never run so fast in his life, and he managed to rush out of the gate of the ancestral hall in just five steps.

Seeing that life is close at hand.

"Come on."

It's a pity that Wang Yuan, who encountered Wei for the first time, still underestimated the power of a [Weird].

As soon as the shout came out, his feet were suddenly entangled by the algae-like hair behind him, and his whole body was dragged back to the ancestral hall by a huge force, and he slapped the ground with a "pop".

The gate of the ancestral hall, which represented hope, was also suddenly closed.

next moment.

Countless long hairs are swimming on the ground like snakes, trying to get into Wang Yuan's body through seven orifices, nine holes, or even hundreds of millions of pores, and eat him clean from the inside out.

Obviously, wrong answer!
But this time, not only Wang Yuan's body, but even his mind will be gradually frozen:
"It's been less than a day since I fully regained my consciousness. This is going to be the end of the calf?!"

"God, Buddha, Daoist Monarch, Bodhisattva, Allah, God, Old Ancestor, Celestial Master, Zhong Kui, Daoist Yimei. Help!"

No surprises.

Wang Yuan's traditional art of cramming and hugging N at a time failed shamefully.

however.

Just at the moment when the ends of those hairs were about to pierce through the skin and penetrate into his body.

Clap la la.
In the deepest part of Wang Yuan's consciousness, a book with the words "Little Book of Life and Death" written in golden ancient seal script on the cover suddenly changed from virtual to real, and its brilliance skyrocketed.

The light shot out from Wang Yuan's eyes, dyeing his pupils golden blue!
(End of this chapter)