Chapter 323 Jinjiang (1)
Although Yan Shixun was still worried at first, whether this massacre of ghosts would pose a threat to the safety of the guests.
But when Ye Li explained that this was the villagers' own karma, he felt relieved.
Ghosts also have likes and dislikes.
Even though the mainstream view among exorcists is that any ghost that hurts people is an evil ghost, Yan Shixun believes that the obsession of many ghosts was originally formed from the grief and resentment in their lifetime.
As long as the ghost does not harm innocent people and only seeks revenge on enemies within the cause and effect, Yan Shixun does not think there is anything wrong with it, and will not intervene.
However, precisely because Yan Shixun did not like to make random connections with others, he was able to avoid unnecessary trouble.
——He returned the money to the villagers, which was equivalent to separating himself from the cause and effect connection with the villagers.
A lot of that money was what the villagers had extorted from passers-by, representing the karma of their sins. If Yan Shixun had really taken it, he would be causally implicated with them, and now he couldn't be so leisurely and stay out of the massacre.
This made Yan Shixun sigh.
"Don't take ill-gotten gains."
He shook his head, no longer bothered by the deaths of the villagers.
However, there was one thing that made Yan Shixun curious.
——Where did the cause and effect that Ye Li talked about come from?
Is it because of the villagers’ past robbery and extortion, or is there another reason?
After all, if it was just a matter of extorting money, how could ghosts appear?
Could it be that the villagers caused the deaths of other people in the process?
Ye Li saw Yan Shixun's doubts and said indifferently: "These people have indeed caused deaths."
Among the passing vehicles, in addition to ordinary people, there are also many freight trucks.
Some freight drivers are stubborn and can endure hardships, but they also want to make money for their families. When faced with robbers who extort money, they especially cannot stand it and don't want to pay a penny.
Heterosexual and even serious physical conflicts are commonplace.
But sometimes, when the villagers see that the truck drivers are not cooperating, they get angry and their men lose their restraint and beat the drivers to death in a group fight.
Ye Li pointed to the locations of several houses in the village and said indifferently: "The bodies are still buried in the fields in the backyards of these families, and they are using them as fertilizer."
After all, the village is located in a remote area, and even if someone disappears here, the outside world will not know about it. When such a thing happened for the first time, the villagers would panic, but later they got used to it.
The dead would be buried, the belongings and property would be divided up, and the car would be dumped somewhere, and no outsiders would ever discover it again.
But it could not escape the eyes of the Lord of Fengdu.
Yan Shixun was silent for a moment and had a new understanding of this village.
But he thought about it and still felt something was wrong: "Everything was normal at night, but this happened only two or three hours apart. Besides, it's been less than half an hour since I heard the first scream."
Yan Shixun frowned and looked around, muttering, "Too fast..."
If the drivers who were killed by the villagers wanted to seek revenge, they could show up at any time, but they chose the time when they came to find the burial site.
And the strangest thing is that when Yan Shixun went up the mountain to find a signal to call the rescue team, he also briefly saw this village from a high place.
At least at that time, there were no ghosts in the village.
Then why did the situation quickly evolve into this within a few hours?
It was able to kill the entire village in a short period of time, and hundreds of villagers didn't even resist. Judging from the postures they died in, they were all running away...
He could only guess that perhaps the number and power of the ghosts that attacked the village were so huge that they could cause such an effect.
But where do ghosts come from? And why can't Ye Li see more of the causes and effects of those ghosts?
Yan Shixun frowned, his eyes darting around at the pools of blood and corpses on the ground. He wished he could resurrect one person right there and ask the villagers what sins they had committed.
After carefully checking the condition of every body in the village and confirming that all the villagers died of the same cause, Yan Shixun returned to his temporary residence outside the village.
The guests have woken up one after another, wrapped in quilts with sleepy eyes, not knowing what had happened.
Only Nantian, who heard the screams at the first, was still anxiously waiting for Yan Shixun to come back.
Nantian thought about asking the King of Hell or the general, but both of them just sat there calmly, as if they didn't care at all about what happened.
The general was still looking out the window, as if he was waiting for Yan Shixun.
As for the King of Hell, he folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, looking so calm that it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or not, or if he already knew what was going on.
Nantian hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to disturb the two of them.
He remembered that when the program had just started filming, some people were dissatisfied with Yan Shixun's cold and irritable attitude. Now, he really wanted those who said this to see that compared with these ghosts and gods, Yan Shixun's attitude was simply too good.
At least, he only dared to talk to Yan Shixun.
As soon as Yan Shixun pushed the door open, Nantian immediately jumped up and rushed to the door.
"Brother Yan, what's the situation outside?"
Nantian's face was full of worry: "What's the sound? Are we in danger?"
Yan Shixun was a little surprised. He didn't expect Nantian to be so sharp.
The guests who were rubbing their eyes and yawning were also confused by Nantian's series of questions. When they reacted, they suddenly panicked.
"Ah? Did something just happen?"
"That's it. I was sleeping like a dead pig and didn't hear anything at all."
"Oh my god... I'm a little scared."
"Luckily, those guys are here. Otherwise, if a ghost really came over, we would have been so soundly asleep that we wouldn't even know how we died."
When the King of Hell saw Yan Shixun coming back, he slowly opened his eyes.
He leisurely watched the guests' panicked appearances, and added: "Don't worry, if you really die, I can't do anything else, but I can still let you reincarnate."
Guests: “!!!”
This is the first time I’ve heard something so comforting. It’s not that you don’t have to be afraid of death, but that you are guaranteed to be reborn after death???
Many guests were in a daze and felt that their cognition had been refreshed.
For fear of causing panic, Nantian did not tell anyone that he heard the screams. When someone asked him about it, he just said that Brother Yan had gone out for night patrol and would be back soon.
It was not until this time that the guests finally learned from Yan Shixun what had happened.
"Everyone... is dead?"
Nantian was shocked and found it difficult to accept the situation for a while.
Although he hated those villagers who tried to extort money and commit fraud, he also knew that after inheriting the witch's bloodline, such things would only become more frequent and not less, so he had to get used to it.
But facing such a huge number of deaths at first glance, Nantian still felt a little overwhelmed.
The other guests were also silent.
Although they did not see such a scene with their own eyes, just listening to Yan Shixun's description was enough for them to imagine what it looked like in the village.
If it was a death in the past, like the White Paper Lake, which had become an unchangeable fact, the guests felt it was better.
But the massacre in the village had just happened. Even when Yan Shixun rushed to the village, the bodies of many villagers were still warm and the blood on the ground was still warm.
They had just seen those villagers. Even though the villagers were not good people, the living people they had just seen were already dead the next moment...
The guests found it difficult to accept at first.
I don’t know if it was the cold wind that Yan Shixun brought in when he entered the room, but everyone felt so cold that they were shivering. The chill went down their necks and made their hair numb.
They shivered and wrapped themselves tightly in the quilt, trying to give themselves some warmth and security.
"What do we do now?"
Nantian asked worriedly, "The tire is punctured, and we can't leave here for the time being. Is it really okay to continue staying here overnight?"
Yan Shixun shook his head gently and said, "Don't worry, we are not from the village and have never been involved in their cause and effect. Those ghosts don't want to hurt innocent people, they are just seeking revenge on their enemies."
"Fortunately, this house is outside the village, so even if something happens, it won't affect here."
Yan Shixun comforted everyone and said, "You guys continue to sleep, don't worry, there will be no danger."
As he spoke, he looked at Nantian and said, "It's going to be hard for you, Nantian."
"I'm going to go to the other side of the mountain to check the situation. I'm not sure when I'll be back. In the meantime, I'll have to trouble you to stay here just in case."
Nantian nodded seriously and agreed immediately: "Don't worry, since this is the task Brother Yan gave me, I will definitely complete it well."
He didn't ask Yan Shixun what he was going to do. If this was a secret that the other party didn't want to tell, then he would rather be deaf and blind and know nothing.
The King of Hell raised his hand to support his cheek, looking at Nan Tian who was so nervous that his expression was about to be out of control, he laughed softly and said leisurely: "Don't worry, Yan Shixun didn't lie to you, those ghosts killed the villagers, but they won't touch a hair of yours."
He tapped his brows with the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile, "The underworld has already received the news that the ghosts are going to reincarnate. They don't plan to do anything extra. They will just wait until their wishes are fulfilled, and then the underworld will send ghost messengers to take them away."
"If they hurt even a hair of yours, you will not be able to reincarnate. They will not be confused about this."
Nantian still has a heavy psychological trauma from the incident in which Lu Xingxing was seriously injured and almost died.
He knew that although he was of the witch's bloodline, to put it bluntly, he was only a half-baked one now. Once he encountered something really dangerous, it would be difficult for him to be of any help. Therefore, after making the promise to Yan Shixun, he became nervous.
His palms that were holding onto Yan Shixun's coat sleeves were sweating, and even Yan Shixun could feel the damp heat coming from his arms.
As a star who has debuted for many years, Nantian now can't even control his facial expression, and Yan Shixun and Yan Wang can easily see what he is thinking.
Yan Shixun was silent for a moment, raised his hand and patted Nantian on the shoulder, comforting him: "Xingxing's matter...is not your fault."
Nantian smiled bitterly and shook his head, his expression was uglier than crying: "I'm fine, Brother Yan, you don't have to comfort me."
He didn't want to bring up the subject.
Whenever he heard Lu Xingxing's name, the scene of Lu Xingxing being carried back by Yan Shixun would automatically appear in his mind.
How could that be the always energetic Lu Xingxing?
He can't move or laugh. He will never joke with everyone with a smile again, or curse his opponents with a sharp and venomous tongue.
Only a cold and pale body remained, without a trace of life...
Nantian was a little dazed.
He even thought that he should stay with Lu Xingxing and die there together.
It's better than him abandoning Lu Xingxing and leaving, only to come back with a cold corpse.
While the medical staff was treating Lu Xingxing's wounds, Nantian stood by and watched in a self-abuse manner. Every wound stung his eyes and made him feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He secretly hated himself for not inheriting the witch's bloodline earlier and for not working harder to learn the sorcery and witchcraft in the notebook.
If he was as strong as Master Nanmingshan, would the stars not have become like this...
Because he was afraid that others would worry, Nantian kept these thoughts to himself and didn't tell anyone.
Until now, under new stimulation, clues have finally been revealed.
Yan Shixun looked at the southern sky, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Nantian, listen to me."
Yan Shixun held Nantian’s cheek with his slender hands, forcing him to look at himself with his distracted eyes.
He looked directly into Nantian's eyes and spoke very slowly, but very seriously: "This is not your fault. You did not hurt Xingxing. His current state is not caused by you. You are definitely not the perpetrator. You are just a survivor."
"Good people often feel remorse and reflect, and use the evil of evildoers to punish themselves, but this is wrong, Nantian."
"Lu Xingxing wanted to protect you, and he did it. But the way you're punishing yourself now will only make his efforts go to waste."
Yan Shixun asked sternly, "Do you want Xingxing to see you like this when he opens his eyes? What do you think he will think? He risked his life to save someone, but he doesn't cherish himself?"
"I'll save the stars, so."
Yan Shixun paused before continuing: "So, trust me and leave it to me."
"All you need to do is take care of yourself and welcome the star home in your best condition when he wakes up."
He asked Nantian softly, "Okay?"
There were tears in Nantian's eyes. He nodded vigorously, choking with sobs and unable to speak.
Yan Shixun sighed and slowly let go of Nantian.
He lowered his eyes, took Nantian's hand, and turned Nantian's palm upward with his slender fingers, then placed his fingertips on Nantian's palm.
Ghost energy gushed out from Yan Shixun's meridians, and the talisman was completed in one go in Nantian's palm, with a faint light flashing by.
The spell takes effect.
Nantian's fingers gently hooked a few times, and under Yan Shixun's slightly cool touch, suddenly a mysterious feeling arose.
At that moment, he seemed to transcend his own body, fly into the sky, and overlook the earth from the sky.
It was a mysterious feeling of being able to glimpse the universe and the universe, so majestic and surging that it impacted the soul, causing Nantian to hold his breath unconsciously and his eyes slowly widened.
In his decades as an ordinary person, he had never had such an experience.
Even though he was determined to continue the culture of Nanming Mountain, he had never imagined that the path of cultivation would be like this.
At this time, Nantian suddenly felt that he understood the thoughts of the Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple.
At the same time, he was also amazed at Yan Shixun's high talent, which was like an insurmountable chasm.
While many Taoist priests were unable to comprehend the great Dao throughout their entire lives, Yan Shixun could easily lead a half-baked Taoist like him to enlightenment. Is this... a talent that can save the world from danger?
Nantian felt that he had a new understanding of Yan Shixun. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment and was still adapting to his new state.
Yan Shixun said calmly: "Nantian, protect everyone and yourself."
"If you really encounter a danger that cannot be solved, tell me through the spell."
Yan Shixun raised his eyes slightly and said, "Wherever the ghost energy is, I can reach it by traveling a thousand miles a day."
He said in the calmest tone of voice something that shocked everyone.
The person who was most shocked by this was Nantian, who inherited the fortune-teller's skills and had a good understanding of yin and yang.
"Brother Yan, you..."
Nantian hesitated, but did not dare to confirm.
But Yan Shixun nodded, confirming his guess.
After the battle of old Fengdu, not only did Fengdu's power completely cover the entire land, but Yan Shixun also grew rapidly, and his power almost reached its peak.
The ghost energy that can kill ordinary people is the source of his power.
Yin and Yang fight each other, one gains while the other loses.
Almost all the power accumulated in the old Fengdu over thousands of years was surging in Yan Shixun's meridians.
On the contrary, he could easily enter any place filled with ghostly aura, and the ghostly aura dared not stop him.
Leaving this talisman to Nantian was also just in case. If anything unexpected happened, he could use the talisman as a coordinate and rush back quickly.
After making all the preparations, Yan Shixun nodded to everyone, then turned around and pushed open the door, his coat blown by the night wind.
The general and the King of Hell also stepped out of the house together, and left behind Yan Shixun, one on the left and one on the right.
Their figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Only Nantian was left after chasing for two steps. He then stood at the door holding the door frame and looked quietly in the direction where the people left.
He was still holding up the hand with the talisman drawn on it, but he was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
The other guests also sighed. After Lu Xingxing was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and all sleepiness disappeared.
After a long time, someone finally broke the silence and whispered, "I don't know how Xingxing is doing now, and whether she is getting better in Haiyun Temple."
"I hope Brother Yan and the others are doing well, can find a way to cure Xingxing, and return safely."
"You must be safe..."
The place Yan Shixun wanted to go was the abandoned charity cemetery on the other side of the mountain.
After all the villagers were slaughtered, his strange feeling about the charity cemetery reached its peak, and he even suspected that it was a burial place.
So, he took his generals with him and prepared to go to the charity cemetery to confirm the situation.
As for the King of Hell...
"When it comes to understanding Ye Li, perhaps even he himself doesn't know half as much as I do. I have studied him for hundreds of years. Not only have I witnessed his death and ascension with my own eyes, I have also visited his rumored burial place many times."
The King of Hell said confidently: "I was the one who told you the rumor, so how could you not take me with you?"
——He has very good reasons.
Yan Shixun thought about it and felt that there was no reason to refuse, so he took him with him.
So Ye Li, who was waiting outside the house, turned around when he heard the sound and found that in addition to Yan Shixun, there were two extra objects coming back.
Ye Li's face darkened immediately: "What are you doing here?"
He originally thought that this would be a journey for just two of them, him and Shi Xun.
Just imagining this novel and exciting journey, I feel that this should be what people call a honeymoon.
What are these two people doing here?
The general did not answer Ye Li's words. Instead, he turned to look at Yan Shixun and said with a smile: "Since Shixun wants to explore my past, perhaps I can provide some help."
"Although I don't want to recall what happened back then, if Shi Xun wants to know..."
The general lowered his eyes slightly, revealing his gentleness in responding to Yan Shixun's every request: "What's the harm even if all the past is dug up?"
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then nodded to the general: "Thank you."
Yama:"?"
The general opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he had no choice but to say nothing.
Yan Shixun did not have any additional reaction, but Ye Li understood the general's meaning, so the aura around him became even colder and more dignified, enough to freeze any outsider who approached him.
When Yan Shixun and the King of Hell were discussing the rumors, Ye Li cast a cold glance at the general, silently shocking him.
He laughed at the general's naivety and silently lip-synced: Do you think Shi Xun is so easy to woo? Can you change his mind with just a few words? Oh, you think too well. Stay away from my Shi Xun!
Without Yan Shixun's gaze, the general lost his smile and became as cold as a statue.
Ye Li didn't want to waste any more time on the other party, so he just snorted coldly and took big strides to catch up with the two people in front.
Only the general was left at the back, staring coldly at the backs of the people in front.
He paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the mountain in front of him.
Over the mountain is the abandoned charity cemetery that Yan Shixun was particularly wary of.
But the general seemed to sense some strange aura, which made him frown and become suspicious.
"After all, it's been a thousand years since the rumors came true. Many of the roads I walked on in person back then have now disappeared."
Yan Wang was somewhat helpless, and casually pointed at the nearby mountains: "I remember that I came to this place a long time ago, but at that time there was no mountain, just a small mound of earth, and the surrounding area was not as desolate as it is now, but a large gathering village."
"It's already difficult for me to find something I've seen with my own eyes, let alone a place that's been rumored."
The King of Hell carefully looked at the surrounding dense forests and high mountains, but he just spread his hands helplessly and sighed, "It's very difficult to find the burial site. Not to mention that the people back then would have buried themselves very deep to avoid being searched, even Yeli and the soldiers themselves have long since turned into Fengdu."
"If the corpse itself does not want to be found by others, the power gained by the soul becoming a ghost soldier is enough for the corpse to hide itself and not be discovered."
The King of Hell didn't want to dampen Yan Shixun's enthusiasm, but he had to tell the truth: "The possibility is extremely slim, Yan Shixun, you'd better not hold out too much hope."
He sighed: "I don't know why the Avenue would make such an arrangement. It's simply making things difficult for you."
Yan Shixun did not give up, but frowned and thought deeply: "The village chief told me about the resurrection of the dead more than a hundred years ago. His description is exactly the same as what happened tonight."
"What kind of cause and effect would cause the villagers' deaths to be exactly the same as their ancestors'?"
He turned his gaze from the mountain to the King of Hell and expressed his guess: "Is it possible that the original source was actually the large-scale deaths back then? And the continuation of the deaths back then..."
"Is it the abandoned charity cemetery that has been left since then?"
With such doubts, Yan Shixun wanted to see clearly what was in the abandoned charity cemetery.
The King of Hell was somewhat helpless about Yan Shixun's persistence, but he also knew that he could not persuade Yan Shixun. After all, the persistence of the evil ghost in his bones could even shake the inevitable death. Otherwise, the Great Dao would not have placed the last hope of life on Yan Shixun.
It's really a matter of success and failure.
The King of Hell sighed and shook his head helplessly, but he still didn't have the heart to continue stopping Yan Shixun, so he had to follow him over the mountain and walk towards the abandoned charity cemetery.
Forget it, even if I can't find the burial site, at least I can figure out the reason why the villagers died tonight, so this trip won't be in vain.
Just pretend that I couldn't sleep and went out for a walk with Yan Shixun.
The King of Hell thought so and looked up to the sky, and found that tonight was a full moon night.
The moon hung quietly high in the sky. There was not a single dark cloud in the night sky, allowing the moonlight to shine brightly on the earth and spread across the dense forest.
But such a breathtakingly beautiful scene made the King of Hell restrain the smile on his lips.
The moon shouldn’t be full tonight... Strange, why?
The moon is yin and has a very special meaning to ghosts, just like the sun has to the living.
Yin and Yang cycle, and after the moon rises, the Yin energy will also rise rapidly, causing the power of ghosts to increase rapidly.
At times like these, ghosts gain the upper hand and all evil spirits become more powerful.
Otherwise, our ancestors would not have told their families not to go out into the mountains in the middle of the night, in order to avoid ghosts as much as possible.
There would be no legend of foxes worshiping the moon.
But based on the King of Hell's thousands of years of experience, on a full moon night like this...
It is also more suitable for resurrecting corpses.
——The resentful and unwilling soul returns to the corpse to continue what they had not completed in their lifetime, to take revenge on their enemies, and even to disrupt the world.
Regardless of whether the deaths in the village tonight are related to what happened a hundred years ago, at least the "murderer" tonight has been guessed by the King of Hell.
His gaze slowly fell on the abandoned charity cemetery, his expression serious.
After crossing the mountain, the charity cemetery that had collapsed into ruins appeared in the sight of several people.
Although the village chief had assured Yan Shixun that no villagers had ever lived here and that it had always been used as a charity house, what Yan Shixun saw was the specifications of a normal village.
He could even see the previous village plan from the ruins.
Where are the fields, where are the wells, where are the places where the villagers gather to chat and enjoy the cool air...
Looking down from a high place, you can see everything.
The feng shui and planning of a tomb and a house are completely different and cannot be used interchangeably.
The original feng shui of this ruins obviously indicated that it was planned as a residential building.
Although the houses have collapsed and turned into scattered bricks and stones, and even the weeds have covered up all the traces, it can still be seen that the houses are oriented towards the south in feng shui, with their backs to the mountains and facing the water, which is a proper way of building a yang house.
Not only that, the faintly visible traces of wells and fields also indicate that people once lived here and it was not used as a charity cemetery from the beginning.
Because the charity cemetery has to store a large number of coffins, the Feng Shui must be more rigorous. In order to prevent bad Feng Shui from causing corpses to rise, or some ownerless corpses from being stored for too long and turning into zombies due to Feng Shui, the best local Feng Shui master will be invited to take a look, and no mistakes will be allowed.
But the abandoned charity cemetery in front of us is obviously not the case.
Instead, it seemed like someone saw an empty house here and used it to store corpses, using it as a charity cemetery.
This also made Yan Shixun even more confused.
The village chief's expression at the time did not seem to be false, but the feng shui of the charity cemetery was obviously inconsistent with what the village chief said.
What was going on? Did the village chief's grandfather go wrong when he was telling him what happened back then, or was there something else going on?
After all, it was a hundred years ago and it was deep in the mountains, so we should have paid more attention to this aspect.
If such a situation had occurred in recent years, Yan Shixun could still understand it. After all, there are more charlatans than Feng Shui masters nowadays, and fewer and fewer people pay attention to and understand funeral rituals.
But a hundred years ago...what exactly happened?
With doubts in mind, Yan Shixun stepped into the path of the abandoned charity cemetery.
It really looked like no one had been here for a long time. Even the weeds had grown to more than one meter high. Even Yan Shixun, who was 1.83 meters tall, was submerged to shoulder height after walking into the grass.
If an ordinary person walked into here, it would be like walking into a maze. It would be difficult to find a way leading to the village in the tangled grass.
It seemed that it had snowed here not long ago and then melted. When Yan Shixun stepped into the grass, he found that the ground under his feet was much softer than he had expected.
It's like a swamp. Once the Martin boots are stuck in the mud, it's very difficult to pull them out.
The view was blocked, the road ahead was covered with layers of weeds, and there was mud underfoot.
This is an extremely difficult road to walk on. Even Yan Shixun has to walk slowly and laboriously.
However, the more difficult one is the King of Hell.
Unlike Yan Shixun, he did not wear Martin boots which were more suitable for hiking in the wild. As soon as his light and delicate cloth shoes stepped into the mud, they sank deeply.
What's worse is that Zhang Wubing himself is slightly shorter than Yan Shixun.
No matter what the King of Hell's height and appearance were in the past, now that he was using Zhang Wubing's body, he was the same height as Zhang Wubing and could only barely show his head in the weeds.
And when his shoes sank into the mud, they made him even shorter.
The eyes can't see anything outside the grass.
Yama:"…………"
With a gloomy face, he looked at the clusters of weeds in his field of vision, thinking that this place was probably incompatible with him, and he became so angry that a surge of inexplicable rage surged up in him.
The folding fan turned lightly in his hand, and a strong wind suddenly rose up, sweeping around.
With Yan Wang as the center, the entire patch of weeds fell backwards like spreading waves, making a "rustling" sound.
The next second, the grass was cut down by nearly one meter in height by the strong wind.
The grass leaves fluttered up into the sky.
Yan Shixun turned around and looked at the King of Hell in astonishment. He didn't expect that the other party would do such a thing.
The King of Hell raised his eyebrows, and finally felt relaxed physically and mentally because of the broad view before him.
He nodded in satisfaction and said, "This looks much more comfortable, doesn't it? Even though my power is suppressed in the burial ground of ghosts and gods, I can still do this kind of small thing."
Yan Shixun: "...Okay, but it's not necessary. It's not like I can't see it."
King Yan: "...No, it is very necessary."
He looked Yan Shixun up and down and asked, "In the memory of the little fool, there is a saying in the world called Versailles. Are you at Versailles now?"
Yan Shixun was almost laughing out of anger: "If you could see Xiaobing's memory, you would know that he was the one who was called Versailles in the past."
"But now you have finally experienced the feeling of being controlled by Versailles, right? :)"
King of Hell: ...So annoying!
The good mood he had just felt because of the clear vision was successfully ruined by the height issue.
The worst thing was that when Yan Wang looked around, he found that he was the shortest among the four people.
The King of Hell suddenly had the urge to drag the little idiot out and beat him up, and wanted to ask him why he always took the blame for him?
He had never regretted his death, but until now, he suddenly missed the past.
——At least much higher than it is now!
“Tsk.”
The King of Hell clenched the folding fan in his hand unhappily.
But because of this, he looked around more carefully, trying to find something unusual immediately - preferably a fierce ghost.
You can let him beat you up to vent his anger.
I don’t know if the ghosts around them also felt the King of Hell’s violence, but until they were about to enter the village, not a single ghost appeared.
The valley was silent, with only the night wind whistling through the mountain peaks, like the wailing of an evil spirit.
The weeds swayed, making a rustling sound. Several people left a trail of footprints in the mud, and mud splashed on the weeds.
The King of Hell had no choice but to lift up the hem of his gown, feeling somewhat disgusted with the muddy ground beneath his feet.
Until he realized that there was a distinctly hard touch under his cloth shoes.
"……Um?"
The King of Hell stopped in confusion, and tentatively exerted some strength downwards to confirm something.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Shixun stopped, turned around and asked, "Did you see anything?"
"no."
Yan Wang's expression gradually became serious: "This shape... is very familiar."
"Much like, the curvature of the skull."
"After all, I have been the King of Hell for thousands of years. I am much more familiar with this kind of thing than the forensic doctors in your world. When I first saw a corpse, the forensic doctor's great grandfather was not even born yet."
As the King of Hell spoke, he bent down and pointed the folding fan in his hand at the mud under his feet.
The wind blade spun and swept the mud aside, revealing what the King of Hell had been stepping on.
Sure enough, what was buried there was indeed a head.
The flesh on the skull had completely decayed, leaving only white bones. Grass roots sprouted from the hollow, mud-filled eye sockets, looking particularly horrifying against the backdrop of the soil.
But what caught Yan Shixun's attention was the obvious crack on the top of the skull.
Although the gap had been filled with mud, it clearly showed the direction of the injury. It was torn apart from the center, and even the hardest skull had been shattered.
It was obvious that he died from being hit on the head with a heavy object.
Although it has been a long time and has been contaminated by soil and insects and ants, many traces can no longer be found, making Yan Shixun unable to tell whether the wound was caused before or after death.
But according to what the village chief said, the large-scale deaths here a hundred years ago were due to disease. Even if there were skeletons left in the charity cemetery used during that period, there should not have been such obvious injuries caused by external impact.
Yan Shixun walked back, squatted beside the King of Hell, and carefully observed the skull seriously.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his hand, and reached out to pick up the skull from the mud. He thought that the rest of the skeleton would be buried in the mud, so he estimated that he would need to use more strength.
But I didn't expect that there were no other bones in the mud, only this lonely skull.
As a result, Yan Shixun used too much force and almost fell backwards.
Fortunately, Ye Li had been stretching out his arms to lightly embrace Yan Shixun, fearing that he might get into an accident, so he just bent down and welcomed him in his arms.
It also prevented Yan Shixun from falling into the mud.
The mud quickly flowed down, leaving only a pair of empty eye sockets, staring at Yan Shixun coldly and silently.
Yan Shixun's fingers carefully touched the wound on the skull, and his heart sank.
It was indeed a blow.
Not only that, the person who did it must have used ten times the strength to kill people, and I don't know if it was for this head.
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