Chapter 25: Lantern Shadow Bug

Feng Tianning's eyes grew a little colder. As soon as she came in, she sensed an evil aura in the room behind Liu's mother.

That’s right, it’s not resentment but demonic energy.

Although it is not as strong as the evil spirit of the Guhuo Bird, it can still be a serious problem if not dealt with.

"Let us meet Liu Yu, otherwise..." Feng Tianning paused for a few seconds:

"Tonight, he will die."

“You…you…”

Mother Liu's face turned pale. She covered her chest with one hand and pointed at Feng Tianning with the other, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Auntie, we also want to save people." Han Jiajun said at the right time.

One played the good cop and the other played the bad cop, and only then did Liu's mother tremble and make way and open the door behind her.

The room was pitch black, and Liu's mother took out a match and lit the oil lamp on the table.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Feng Tianning frowned. This oil lamp gave her a bad feeling.

"Ever since Xiaoyu started sleepwalking, he's been particularly afraid of light, even the light of the sun."

"The only thing he's not afraid of is the oil lamp I bought from the Qinling Antique Market some time ago."

Qinling Mountains? Feng Tianning suddenly remembered that the weasel from last time also came from Qinling Mountains.

Liu's mother held the oil lamp and approached the bed, and Feng Tianning saw Liu Yu then.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as emaciated. He looked even more terrifying than when Han Jiajun was entangled by his paper wife.

His eyes were tightly closed, as if he had been sucked dry by something.

"What time does he sleepwalk every day?"

"From eleven to one at night."

Feng Tianning nodded, took the oil lamp from Liu's mother and said:

"You go out."

Mother Liu hesitated for a moment, looked back every few steps, and left the room and closed the door.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Han Jiajun couldn't help but shiver, but the wick of the oil lamp didn't even shake.

It's strange. The window is not open, so how can there be wind?

"Sister, it's eleven o'clock." Han Jiajun grabbed Feng Tianning's sleeve.

Liu Yu, who had been lying on the bed, opened his eyes at this moment and looked straight at Han Jiajun.

Or rather, looking at the wall behind him.

Liu Yu slowly lifted the quilt, got out of bed stiffly as if he had just learned to walk, and walked straight towards Han Jiajun.

Seeing Liu Yu's pale face getting closer and closer to him, Han Jiajun felt as if his feet were grabbed by someone and he couldn't move no matter what.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yu was less than half a meter away from him.

The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated half of Liu Yu's face, making him look like an evil ghost coming to take his life.

Feng Tianning saw Han Jiajun motionless and felt a little confused. What happened to this kid?

She had no idea that Han Jiajun was already scared silly.

Seeing that the two of them were about to collide with each other, Feng Tianning exerted force with his hands and pulled Han Jiajun behind him.

He was breathing heavily as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Liu Yu looked at the wall with empty eyes, as if he didn't notice the two of them.

Then he picked up a fruit knife at hand and cut his finger without hesitation.

Feng Tianning shone the oil lamp on the wall and discovered that he had written the last line of the poem:

The shed soul still lingers around the ghost eyebrow.

The poem on the wall is slightly different from the one in the special case team's materials.

It is not arranged in seven-word form, but each small sentence is arranged vertically.

"Rotten shadows hang from the beams, blood erodes the bones."

Feng Tianning looked at the row of poems on the wall and subconsciously connected the first word of each sentence.

"Oh no, he's going to hang himself."

As soon as Feng Tianning finished speaking, a white cloth fell in front of Liu Yu.

He put his head on it as if he had no feeling.

"The sea of ​​qi is really strong, and the samadhi is in harmony."

Feng Tianning clasped his hands together and the green flame burned towards the white cloth, but the white cloth was not hurt at all.

How is this possible? How can any cloth withstand the Samadhi True Fire?

Han Jiajun also came to his senses at this time, and rushed forward to pick Liu Yu up.

But no matter how hard he tried, Liu Yu's head didn't move at all, as if it was stuck to the white cloth.

[Lamp Shadow Bug, Merit: -30]

Seeing that Liu Yu's face was becoming more and more painful, a line of words suddenly appeared on the oil lamp in Feng Tianning's hand.

Lantern insect?

Ancient books record that a rooster's crown blood is taken and soaked in the wick. When it is lit, the flame turns golden red. When the lamp shadow insect encounters this fire, it explodes into phosphorus powder.

Now the lamp shadow bug is possessed in this oil lamp, but where can she find the cockscomb blood?

"Xiao Han, go find the chicken comb blood quickly. I'll find a way to get Liu Yu down." Feng Tianning said in a cold voice.

Hearing her words, Han Jiajun was stunned and then started rummaging in the bag he was carrying.

"Sister, cockscomb blood!"

He took out a black bottle from a pile of bottles and jars and handed it to Feng Tianning like he was presenting a treasure.

Feng Tianning: ...

She really didn't expect Han Jiajun to be so well prepared.

Without time to think, she poured the cockscomb blood onto the wick and cast Samadhi True Fire on it.

The next moment, the flame turned golden red.

A scream came from the wick, and the white cloth on Liu Yu's neck tore.

Han Jiajun hurriedly helped Liu Yu to the bed. Seeing Feng Tianning turn on the light, he asked:

"Sister, what evil spirit is causing this?"

Feng Tianning shook his head:

"It's not an evil spirit, it's a monster, or what you often call a demon."

"Yijianzhi" records that during the Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty, an oil lamp maker in Lin'an Prefecture invented the "Hundred Shadows Lamp." By mixing the lamp oil with shark fat from ancient tombs, the lamp could transform into the shapes of birds and beasts.

A craftsman accidentally mixed his own fingertip blood into the lamp flower, and the lamp flower transformed into a black insect. The insect's shadow has the ability to take over other people's bodies, thus becoming the lamp shadow insect.

"For the first seven days, the worm hides in the lamp wick, and at midnight each night, it lays eggs in the lamp oil. The hatched transparent larvae burrow into the human brain through the nasal cavity.

After seven days, the host began to sleepwalk and write poems, the contents of which were all acrostic poems about the future death of the parasite.

In the final seven days, the host sheds its skin like a cicada, and the new body is completely controlled by the insect shadow."

Han Jiajun read the poem on the wall again, and then he realized that the meaning of the poem when put together was exactly the way to die by hanging.

No wonder Feng Tianning just said that Liu Yu wanted to hang himself.

"Thanks to you today." Feng Tianning praised Han Jiajun generously.

Fortunately, he brought cockscomb blood today, otherwise Liu Yu would be in danger.

Han Jiajun smiled embarrassedly. After receiving the task from Captain Liu, he looked up a lot of information.

Black dog blood, chicken comb blood, glutinous rice, peach wood swords, everything is available.

"My son!"

Liu's mother pushed open the door and rushed in, kneeling beside Liu Yu.

Seeing that Liu Yu had no reaction, she pointed at Feng Tianning and Han Jiajun tremblingly:

"What on earth did you do to Xiaoyu!?"

"He was fine today, how come he became like this after you guys came!"

As Liu's mother said this, she was about to pounce on Han Jiajun and hit him.

Han Jiajun subconsciously dodged backwards and Liu's mother fell to the ground.

She simply lay on the ground and couldn't get up, crying while taking out her cell phone:

"I must report you. You actually killed my son!"