The fruit of killing life

Chapter 9 Bookkeeper Armor

Unaware of it, Wang Cheng continued to say:
"Do you know why there are thousands of earth-enclosed tombs, 30 unnamed barren tombs, and endless mass graves in Beiman Mountain, but the Luoyang King's Tomb guarded by our family needs a big sacrifice every year?
Why our Wang family has been multiplying in Daling Village for 200 years, but now there are only more than 200 households, and the population is less than [-].

And why is there only the tradition of "Old Age Pavilion" near Beiman Mountain, and countless old people who should not have died were sent to the underworld in advance by their descendants?

Thinking about this, do you still feel that the [Tomb of the Xiaoshen] is over? "

He turned his head and stared at Wang Yuan, his eyes were dark:
"When people are hungry, they have to eat. The [Tomb of Xiaoshen] is the same. He has been eating people all these years, but he no longer devours people like he did at the beginning.

Beiman Mountain, the eight counties in the north and south, and Luoyang City are all its dinner plates. "

After Wang Cheng's reminder, Wang Yuan also gradually dug out some of the memories left in his brain when he was stupid, and soon discovered many abnormalities.

Except for grandpa, there is no one over 70 years old in the whole village.

Although it is rare to live in the [-]s, it is absolutely abnormal not to see any of them.

Moreover, during the Yili King Mingshou Festival every year, strange things must happen frequently in the small Daling Village.

Wild dogs cry at graves, dead people go to the beams, and six animals die suddenly. But they are all pediatrics, and it is not uncommon for a whole family to be lost overnight.

What surprised Wang Yuan even more was that he didn't realize it until he was reminded by Wang Cheng.

For the past 14 years, every year when the clan held a great sacrifice for King Yili, his main consciousness would fall into a deep sleep, and he would wake up the next day.

Not once.

Although memory will not be lost, when the main consciousness is asleep, he is only equivalent to a three or four-year-old child. In this state, it is impossible for the focus of attention to be those strange things.

Looking back at this moment, I can't help but think carefully and fear.

Reminiscent of the actions of Wang Yunhu and that Ge Daoye, he subconsciously said:

"You insist on sending me to the royal tomb, is it because I have some secret relationship with this [Tomb of the God of Owls] who eats people all the time? Am I a sacrifice to this [weird]?"

Realizing that the blade on his neck was loose, Wang Cheng was overjoyed, but his face was full of pain and he said:

"Uncle Thirteen, have you forgotten?

15 years ago, the day you were born was the day of King Yili's death, and it was also the day when King Yili died suddenly 200 years ago.

On the same night, after giving birth to you, the former patriarch and his wife both passed away.

Over the years, the food intake in [Xiaoshen Tomb] has been increasing year by year. Not only are the old people in the "Old Age Pavilion" living shorter and shorter lives, but more and more people died in the village.

That is, the longevity and good luck that should have been eaten up in advance by [Tomb of Xiaoshen]!

Seeing that the 200-year festival is coming soon, we really have no choice.

For the sake of the entire Wang family and the people at the foot of Beiman Mountain, although I'm sorry for you, we really only have a public heart! "

Seeing Wang Cheng's performance full of grievances and tears almost falling down, Wang Yuan only sneered from the bottom of his heart.

If I hadn't heard them call myself "drug bait" with my own ears, and heard what the other party said, I might really be skeptical.

I'm too lazy to argue with this showman.

"[Tomb of Xiaoshen] I believe in ghosts, and I believe in people who want to benefit from it, but if you say that you are the kind of heroes who are dedicated to serving the public, I don't believe a word!

Look at a person, since ancient times, regardless of the heart.

In the past few years, you have never concealed your behavior in front of me, a fool, so why bother to pretend now?
Forget it, I understand that it is impossible for you guys to know the real inside story, then I will naturally ask our good patriarch and that person."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuan suddenly turned his head to look at the dark backyard of Wangling's tomb where the lanterns were all extinguished.

A faint ringing was faintly heard in the ear, and the sound became louder and louder.

On the Beiman Mountain, which gradually turned into a dead silence after nightfall, the ringing of the bell seemed very permeating.

And different from the previous scriptures, this time, not only Wang Yuan heard it, but even Wang Cheng and the two listened to it for real.

The two people, who were numb and weak, trembled involuntarily, and shouted in horror:
"Impossible! It's just nightfall, and the person Ge Daoye sent to wake up [Tomb of the God of Xiao] has not yet arrived. Why did the things in the underground palace wake up by themselves?"

No one understands better than these mausoleum guards that [Xiaoshen Tomb] is a huge time bomb.

Although the patriarch and Ge Daoye had plans for him.

But once the accident gets out of control, they are the executors who will suffer first.

What the frontline staff fear most is accidents.

Stab it--!
But at this moment, a knife flashed in front of the two of them.

Immediately, blood gushed out from the thighs, and at the same time, Wang Yuan had already seized the "running badges" hanging on the waists of the two of them.

Then he rushed out without hesitation, leaving only blood dripping, two people lying on the ground helplessly crying.

Seeing a big guy and still not running away, are you waiting for a feast?
When encountering danger, the most important thing is to run faster than his companions, and Wang Yuan knows this well.

at the same time.

The ringing of the bell in the backyard was suddenly sharp, and between the Xiangdian in the second courtyard and Baocheng in the third courtyard, a stone archway suddenly glowed with dim light.

The next moment, an imaginary giant hand that was bigger than the house suddenly protruded out. It was covered with black and yellow cuticles, the nails were sharp, and the gaps between the fingers were full of dirt.

It is said to be human hands, more like the claws of some kind of giant bird.

It is also covered with heavily corroded bronze bells, and if you move it a little, it will evoke a shrill bell.

Like a blind man, this giant hand fumbled a little in the second courtyard, then flew towards the front yard.

Although Wang Yuan's movements were smooth and flowing without even delaying a single breath, when he was a few steps away from the gate, his body suddenly froze.

As if given a death gaze by a natural enemy at the top of the food chain, as long as the feet move again, they will be swallowed immediately.

Losing the "talisman waist card", Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng, who had already lost their courage, were like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, spreading their excrement and urine on the ground.

[Strange] There is obviously a difference between high and low.

Compared with the [Weird] that Wang Yuan met in the ancestral hall earlier, this 【Xiaoshen Tomb】is even bigger than the difference between a tiger and a rabbit.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yuan pinched out the [Ghost King Lintan Seal] again with ease.

Immediately there was a roar of a tiger in his body, his eyes were blazing, mottled tiger stripes appeared on his cheeks, and a mighty "King" word faintly appeared in the middle of his forehead.

Boo!
The divine light in his body erupted, and the invisible force broke through, and Wang Yuan immediately continued to charge forward.

Although the remaining 82 points of yin virtue in "Little Book of Life and Death" are rapidly being consumed at a rate of five points per breath, being able to move or not is the difference between life and death.

Really life and death speed!
Wang Yuan rushed to the gate of the city wall in the blink of an eye.

The sharp tiger-head knife in his hand was raised above his head, and he exhaled loudly.

"Break!"

The sharp light of the knife flashed in the air, and within the breath, the knife integrated all the strength of the whole body, and directly cut off the door bolt thick as an adult's thigh.

Behind him, the illusory giant hand the size of a house had already entered the first courtyard, and the vegetation, bricks and stones along the way seemed to be nothing.

But just as soon as he touched the two mausoleum guards lying there, their wailing stopped abruptly, and their entire bodies were sucked into the giant's hands like water.

Instead, there was a dense chewing sound.

As the giant hand passed, even the blood on the ground was swept away.

And Wang Yuan, who had just opened half of the door, also felt the piercing cold behind him instantly.

The hand was faster than the heart, and the light of the knife in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, and he slashed behind him, colliding violently with the giant hand that was quickly grabbed.

clang!
The metal and iron collided, making a huge roar.

The moment the blade and finger claws touched, Wang Yuan was blown away by overwhelming force that could not be resisted.

Even if the [Ghost King's Lintan Seal] gave him the qualification to fight against [Strange], even after removing the strange powers that are incomprehensible to mortals, the gap between them is basically insurmountable.

Fortunately, Wang Yuan successfully passed through the gate of the city wall with this grasping power, and finally escaped.

It's just that Wang Yuan, who was flying in mid-air, didn't see it.

I opened the "Little Book of Life and Death" in my mind, and a new line of handwriting faintly appeared behind the page that said "Records·Book Master B·Wang Yuan".

That is——Records Book Master A
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