husband from hell

Chapter 103 Is the Meat Turtle Shell
For sure, it has something to do with the human gu in the vat, and the woman in white in the toilet!

The old woman looked sadly at the jujube tree outside, she was very sad and didn't want to mention it.

"Oh, how about it?" Luo Weilan seemed to be a little impatient, pulled me and said, "Let's ask about the old lady, Lu Qiao, don't you also want to pursue things related to longevity here? It's not too late, please go there quickly! The old lady has explained her affairs clearly, and I will tell you when you come back."

This Luo Weilan has always wanted to find Changsheng for the Luo family, but now, she is very eager for us to go. My eyes glanced at the marriage Gu in Chuxue's hand, and I understand that he is completely Xiangzhuang Sword Dance Intent Zai Gong: "And by the way, untie the marriage Gu in Chuxue?"

Luo Weilan raised her thumbs up: "The one who knows me is Mo Ruo Luqiao, if you hadn't formed the technique of yin and yang to control ghosts with your family's Cheng Ke, I would have been suspicious. The two of us have a good understanding. Yes, hehehe..."

Cheng Ke's dark peach eyes swept over, Luo Weilan originally wanted to pretend to say something relaxed, but was suppressed by Cheng Ke's aura, in the end he didn't say anything, just laughed awkwardly twice Voice: "You understand."

Why don't I understand?My fair lady, a gentleman is so good.

Right now, it's another great opportunity for a hero to save the beauty. If Luo Weilan hadn't been seriously injured, he would probably have put on his clothes and rushed to the forefront.

I turned my head and looked at Cheng Ke as if asking questions, Cheng Ke still said leisurely: "You decide."

I thought about it, and I had to chase after him, find the whereabouts of the longevity, and send it back to the Marriage Gu. It should have been a convenience, so I agreed, and turned around and said: "Then, without delay, we will go Find."

"Wait a minute!" Unexpectedly, the director also put on his camera equipment and said, "We will go with you."

"What?" As soon as the editor-director said those words, the photographer was completely dumbfounded: "Boss... Boss, they are ghost raisers with professional skills, so go to such a fierce place." Just go, we ordinary people, have we gone to die a lot? Just like Xiao Wang..."

Having said this, the photographer shuddered and looked at the director with a kind of pleading eyes.

"Are you an idiot or not?" The director angrily said, "How did Xiao Wang die, tell me!"

"Xiao Wang was sucked dry by those strange people! So..." the photographer said in a daze, "Then our trip is not a bad luck..."

"Nonsense!" The editor and director had already carried the bag on their backs: "Xiao Wang died because he was sucked dry. You saw it, but did others see it? We are a team, and one died outside. When we returned to Xichuan, asked Who is to blame? Do we have to come to us? We said carelessly: Oh, Xiao Wang, he was suddenly sucked dry by a group of weird people. Who do you tell? The fire at the door caused Chi Yu to become a suspect in Xiao Wang's accidental death!"

"Ah..." The photographer just patted his head and understood: "Boss means to take some evidence and return to Xichuan at that time, so as to prove that we have nothing to do with Xiao Wang's death..."

"You fucking finally understand!" The choreographer slapped Xiao Wang heavily on the top of the head: "If you understand, quickly put the guy on your back and follow the two masters!"

"Yes Yes!"

"Also, ask that old woman, do you know where those weird people were hiding yesterday?" The director pointed at the old woman.

The photographer hurriedly agreed, and quickly made gestures with the old woman, and then translated according to the old woman's meaning: "The old woman said, because the old woman didn't practice Gu, so it was only those people who came to the old woman. The old woman didn't know about them. Where they hid during the day, I don't know whether they are scattered or gathered."

"Shouldn't be scattered." I said: "Those boys and girls seemed to be seriously injured yesterday, and, according to their meaning, they seem to be planning to come again today. It is impossible for them to disperse. They should Let's gather together to discuss countermeasures. Don't worry, we can see some traces of them, let us take you there."

"Oh, that's great." The editor and director said happily: "There are two masters, so we two don't have to worry about anything, just take pictures of things."

It can be seen that after yesterday's incident, the editor and director should be very relieved of me and Cheng Ke, and they should also want to take this opportunity by the way to finish the "Witch Gu Xichuan" special that they want to shoot.

Following us out the door, the sun was slowly rising, and the grass leaves under our feet were already covered with heavy dew, and those dark footprints spread all the way, along the grass to the other side.

"By the way, boss, are those weird people afraid of dirt?" The photographer saw the same problem with me, and asked as he walked, "It seems that they are afraid of rats and black dog blood, just because of dirt."

"Gu is the most clean." The director carefully followed us, turned on the camera equipment, and started shooting around: "As long as there is a house with Gu, there are no dust particles, and the corners of the beams and walls will never grow. Spider webs, so including people who keep Gu on their bodies, it's the same, they are just like clean freaks, they can't tolerate any dirt."

"This is because of the influence of Gu..." The photographer nodded in admiration: "I'm still wondering, why do people who love cleanliness still spit together?"

"That's the ritual of summoning the Gu technique." The director said: "Do you know how the Gu technique is practiced? In the beginning, people have to use their own saliva to raise the Gu technique, and of course they have to use saliva to summon it."

"Saliva..." the photographer swallowed, looking a little uncomfortable.

The director went on to say: "After feeding to a certain level, this Gu will connect with my mind and can be stored on my body. The Gu can also transform into various shapes, such as a dog, a snake, Even turning into the appearance of a child, helping the Gu breeder with things, whether it's carrying things, or harming others, it's nothing to worry about.

Therefore, because of the terrible reputation of Gu, the local aborigines in Xichuan do not dare to associate with people who raise Gu. We often live in our own villages, isolated from the world. "

Dog... I remembered the big black dog that died in the hands of the old woman. Could it be that the dog was just a Gu?

That day the dog knocked on the door in the middle of the night, probably smelling the anger of Luo Weilan and me, and came to ask the old lady to hand us over, but the old lady sternly refused.

"That sounds similar to Xanadu." The photographer said: "Anyway, everyone knows Gu skills, so they should also restrain each other and live in peace."

"Hey..." The director snorted and said, "But aren't all the good things in modern society unusable? In my opinion, it's better to live outside..."

"That's true..." the photographer said, "For example, those eccentrics yesterday, who couldn't even get out of the house, squatted in a certain place every day like a life sentence. What good is such a long life?"

"Everyone has his own aspirations..." The director replied, "It's also possible that it's because I've been young for too long, and I'm more afraid of aging than ordinary people."

Listening to the conversation between the cameraman and the editor-director, I somehow thought of that Wei Qiancheng.

If the woman he said is similar to me, if it is really Calamus, then he must be from Cheng Ke's time, but he didn't use the dead body to revive his soul. Could it be that he used this immortality Gu technique?
But obviously not, he can walk in broad daylight, which means that he has never been backlashed like the villagers.

Changsheng... Changsheng... After all, is he related to Wei Changsheng?Even, he is the legendary Wei Changsheng...

Thinking of the words Biluomen, I always feel a little scared in my heart. Neither Ah Jiu nor Xiaoyuan of Biluomen are easy to dismiss. As an enemy, how do you think, how do you feel that you are kicking on the iron plate.

What is that immortality, I want to know more and more. Over the years, the ghost cultivators in the world have fought for that kind of thing. Is it worth it?
Thinking about it, I didn't expect Cheng Ke in front of me to stop, and I bumped into his back all of a sudden, he turned his head and touched my forehead, and said, "The yin energy is scattered here."

I stretched my neck and saw that there was a stream in front of me, and there were several buildings behind the stream.

Those buildings are antique and also have ethnic customs. If they are developed into scenic spots, they should be very popular.

Yin Qi was fascinated by the doors of those buildings.

"Here?" The photographer didn't have time to say anything more to the director, so he hurried over to take pictures of those buildings, and then asked, "There are so many entrances, which one is it?"

Cheng Ke led us across the stream, turned around the door, and looked at it carefully. My eyes also scanned the door and the corner of the wall. I saw that these places were all clean and clean. No trace of dirt was seen.

After thinking about it, I found a threshold and deliberately put the soles of my shoes on the threshold.

The soles of the shoes were stained with dust and fell lightly under the threshold.

When the director saw it, he knew what I wanted to do, and felt like calling the photographer: "Come on, let's rub the soles of the shoes on the threshold together, see if the soil can fall into the threshold, and then you can try it out."

The photographer came over without knowing why, and each tried several doors. After a while, the photographer suddenly let out a "huh".

We hurriedly heard the sound, and saw the photographer looking at the soles of his shoes, and said in surprise: "I rubbed dirt on the outside just now, but why can't the dust fall in..."

"You rub it again!" My heart jumped, and I quickly poked my head over.

The photographer hastily stretched his feet over again, and wiped the threshold. The dust fell down, but in a blink of an eye, the ground inside the threshold was still as clean as new. The dust seemed to have disappeared halfway. Same!
"That's right..." The director and I glanced at each other, then turned to Cheng Ke and said, "I found it, there is Gu cleaning the dust here, and those people should live here.

As soon as I walked inside, I just felt that there was something wrong with this place that I couldn't tell. It was definitely yin, but I had entered so many places with yin, and I didn't feel as uncomfortable as this place. a feeling of.

It is very clean here, it is so clean that it is fake, and there is an unknown sweet smell in the air, but it only makes people feel that this smell is very greasy, there is no comfortable feeling at all, and even faint , which is a bit disgusting.

Moreover, there is another feature here, that is, quietness, this kind of quietness, it makes people feel that there is something wrong with their ears, which brings oppression and panic.

Entering the yard, it can be seen that this place should be used to store grain, the sacks are neatly piled up in one place, and the door of the warehouse is closed tightly, giving a feeling of repelling people from thousands of miles away.

Now at this time, the sun is shining in the sky, and the yin energy left in the footprints of those strange people has disappeared completely. When I approached the door, I discovered that there seemed to be a stuffed hole in the crack of the door. Something black and murky filled all the gaps. The director stepped forward and pushed it, but the door didn't move at all, as if it was welded, and asked cautiously: "Master, look, how can we open this door?" open?"

Cheng Ke looked at the crack in the door and said, "Do you have anything made of glass with you?"

"Glass..." The photographer thought for a while, but unscrewed a lens: "This, is it okay?"

Cheng Ke held the lens in his hand, flexibly found the position of the sun with his wrist, and reflected the sun's five-color iridescence on the crack of the door through the mirror.

I saw the dark thing in the crack of the door, once it was illuminated by the faint iridescent reflection, it was like melted wax, and it retreated so drippingly. After a while, I only heard "squeak!" "With a sound, the door opened by itself.

A gust of cold air rushed out from the door, the sweet smell became more and more intense, and it was a little fuzzy.

Cheng Ke returned the lens. The photographer hung up the lens and asked curiously, "What is that thing? Why is it so strong that it all fades away when it is exposed to the sun?"

Cheng Ke replied, "That's corpse wax."

"Corpse... corpse wax..." The photographer's eyes widened immediately: "That that..."

Cheng Ke went on to say: "Corpse wax and corpse oil are mixed together, and propolis is added, which can seal the yin energy without any leakage. Only when the indigo sunlight shines on it will it decompose and fail."

The reason why glass is used is because glass, like a prism, can split sunlight and take out indigo light.

"It's so exquisite..." The photographer couldn't help but admire him.

"So, is he the master!" the director complimented without losing the opportunity.

This place was dark and empty, and looked very gloomy. At this moment, as we entered the door, from an unknown corner, a sound of "rustling..." suddenly came.

"This... what is this?" The photographer shrank behind me: "Master, it sounds a bit like roasting chestnuts, isn't it?"

"You foodie, where can I find fried chestnuts?"

The director stared at the surroundings and murmured, "Like, something is crawling..."

"Shusha..." The voice became louder and louder, and Cheng Ke's eyes fell on a corner of the wall.

I followed Cheng Ke's eyes, and my back suddenly felt cold...

That, there are countless, black and shiny black beetles, rushing towards us like a tide!

"It turns out that it's the meat turtle shell..."

"Meat turtle beetle?" The photographer also saw those black beetles, his feet went limp from fright, and he asked tremblingly, "What is this bug for?"

"Nonsense!" The editor-director's face was also a little pale, and his lips trembled: "As the name suggests, this thing is something that can get into the flesh and eat people from the inside out. In the end, people will be killed. There is no meat left, only bones and skin!"

"Shusha..." Those fleshy turtle shells kept coming, and they all crawled towards us at a very fast speed. Even if they ran out now, it was too late!

(End of this chapter)