Kong Xuyang was delighted, but looked surprised and asked, "What are you going to do with this book?"

"It's used to pray for wealth." Bai Liu said lightly.

Bai Liu opened the book, and several slips of paper of different sizes slipped out of it. He bent over, picked them up, patted them, and slowly arranged them on the page.

These notes were all IOUs, with the amounts owed ranging from a few thousand to over a hundred thousand. The due date on each note was circled heavily in red and had two exclamation marks drawn on it, showing the fear of the person involved and his or her eagerness to repay the debt.

Bai Liu touched his chin as if he had realized something: "I seem to owe others a lot of money."

Kong Xuyang looked over and couldn't help but laugh contemptuously in his heart, secretly saying "stinking poor guy".

The character that Bai Liu got really fits his identity. He is an unemployed vagrant both inside and outside the game, and a short-lived ghost who is short of money.

Bai Liu plays a thug who dropped out of junior high school and has been hanging around in society ever since. He has been to jail two or three times for committing crimes. Because of his generosity, he has made the acquaintance of many people from all walks of life, but he also owes a lot of debts because of his generosity.

At this time, the man had already owed a lot of money, and the banker who lent him the money started to bite him, threatening to break his legs and make him crawl on the ground for the rest of his life if he couldn't pay back the money.

The man was frightened and desperate, so he went to a Taoist priest he knew and asked him if there was any way he could make him rich.

The Taoist said that if you are really short of money, you can find an extremely yin place to borrow some yin wealth. The heavier the yin energy, the more unexpected wealth you will get.

When the fool heard this, it happened that the archaeological team notified him to return home. He thought about it and was ecstatic - is there any place in the world more gloomy than his hometown where ancient tombs were dug out and it was dirty and gloomy?

If he borrowed money from a place like this, he would be rich!

But fearing that something bad would happen after he borrowed ill-gotten gains, the man was cautious and asked the Taoist carefully, "Will it be okay if I borrow ill-gotten gains like this?"

When the evil Taoist heard that he wanted to go back to his hometown to borrow money, he told him that borrowing money from his ancestors was immoral but not harmful. He might suffer some minor misfortunes but would not suffer any bloody disaster because he was a descendant of this village after all.

But the Taoist probably never imagined that this man's village was actually Yinshan Village, a small village with strange funeral customs.

Generally speaking, it won't be a big deal if the younger generation borrows the Yin wealth of their ancestors. Even if your ancestors are angry with you for not living up to their expectations, they will wait until you die and go to the underworld to settle accounts with you and teach you a lesson for being an unfilial son. They will not do it easily when you are alive. After all, you are their blood relative, and they expect you to burn incense and offer sacrifices to them.

But what if your ancestors never went to hell, and were trapped in this small village day and night, wandering around with resentment?

If we ask them for money at this time, it is hard to say what will happen.

Kong Xuyang withdrew his malicious gaze from Bai Liu, and changed his face to a worried one, hesitantly said: "Seeking wealth through evil magic is against the will of heaven and earth, and there will be retribution... It's not good, right?"

Bai Liu's eyes were still on the book, not looking at Kong Xuyang, and he asked calmly, "Aren't all the fortunes that can be obtained quickly in this world against the will of heaven and earth?"

Kong Xuyang was startled and subconsciously retorted: "How could it be?"

Bai Liu finally spared the trouble to glance at him with his remaining eyes. "If there is a kind of sorcery that allows you to run a company and exploit employees to your heart's content without them resisting, and you can predict the trend of stock speculation in advance and cut off a large number of shareholders, and you can lend money at high interest rates with just one advertisement, you can deceive others and make them lose everything they have to borrow your high-interest loan."

"Even when playing games or competing, you can use magic to kill competitive opponents first without leaving any traces, and finally win and get the prize."

"You can accumulate a lot of money from this, but according to you, isn't it all evil and unjust wealth obtained through sorcery?"

"Does that mean that those who do these things should be punished?"

Kong Xuyang was startled by Bai Liu's nonchalant glance.

Kong Xuyang had done all these things, and he used props redeemed by game points to do them, without leaving any traces. How could Bai Liu know?!

Hasn't he forgotten everything?

Kong Xuyang looked at Yang Zhi in surprise and doubt. Yang Zhi patted his belly in confusion and injustice, indicating that he was really digesting Bai Liu's memory. Kong Xuyang sat down again reluctantly with an uncertain mind: "What were you talking about just now, Bai Liu..."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze indifferently: "I was imagining what I might do if I got the evil magic. These ways make money the fastest."

"I really want this kind of ill-gotten wealth."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be amused and patted Bai Liu on the shoulder: "You are joking again, Bai Liu. You just said that doing these things will bring retribution."

Bai Liu glanced at Kong Xuyang and said, "No, I don't think I'll be punished for doing this."

"There is only one kind of money that is harmful to the world, legal and illegal. Illegal money will be punished, but legal money will not."

Kong Xuyang tried his best to put on a smile: "Is there any legal and evil wealth?"

Bai Liu raised the book in his hand and said sincerely, "I was just thinking that the law will protect the rights of the living, so it is illegal to defraud the living by various means, but it seems that defrauding the dead is not included in the scope of legal considerations, so it is legal."

"So borrowing money from the Yin is a legal act."

Kong Xuyang: “…”

He felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Bai Liu opened the "Maoshan Evil Magic Manuscript", and found that some pages were wrinkled from being turned over, showing that it was read frequently. There were even detailed notes on one of the pages.

The first line of this page has three big characters written on it: "Make money from the dark."

Standing behind Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng quickly accepted his identity as a supernatural anchor and now professionally picked up his camera to start taking pictures. He saw Bai Liu looking down at the book, so he held up the camera and curiously moved closer to take a look, reciting as he read:

"…"发阴財", wow, this is traditional Chinese characters, so hard to read, let me see what it says…"

"Find a new grave for burial, with a tombstone, name and gender, bury the body no later than 100 days, prepare food and drink... choose three animals and wine (cow, sheep, pig), five Gui days, five Yin hours (5pm to 7pm), bring a longevity gold... and go to perform the ritual."

"First, light four incense sticks. Insert one in the back courtyard. Hold three incense sticks in your right hand facing west and draw in the sky. Pray to the wandering gods of day and night, and then chant the mantra—"

Mu Sicheng gradually became absorbed in watching, and his tone became dazed:

"The thunderous command is as urgent as sparks. It is heard by the ten directions and three realms at once. It rotates the years and months, the days and hours. It is handled by the Gongcao. Day and night, the Yin and Yang wander the gods, and communicate with the five directions——"

The incense in the temple flickered, and a chilly wind blew through the hall, making a strange echo that was similar to a woman's laughter.

The Three Pure Ones statues behind Mu Sicheng changed from their original dignified expressions to glaring angrily, holding up their whisks and grinning, as if they were about to curse and hit Mu Sicheng, the Taoist disciple who performed evil magic in front of them.

The crisp ringing of bells came along with the sound of wind.

The red cross that was pressed on the coffin swayed, causing the bells on the four corners to start shaking as well. The three incense candles lit by He Daniu in front of the statue swayed twice in the cold wind and then went out.

The lights in the temple dimmed, leaving only a faint yellow light from the swinging electric lamps above the heads, shining on the statues. Both the statues and the people looked hideous under such dim lighting.

The seven old people with kind faces in the black-and-white photos placed in the temporary niches opposite the seven coffins also became inexplicably sinister. In the photos, they were staring straight at the four people in the lobby, and the originally friendly smiles on their faces turned weird.

When Mu Sicheng met the eyes of the old man in the black and white photo facing him, he was startled and suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously looked at Bai Liu, who calmly shook his head at him: "It's okay, you have to recite this spell sooner or later, it's better to see the effect beforehand."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason.

Bai Liu's eyes swept across the mourning hall, which had become much dimmer. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on two coffins.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had already stood far away, both of them with tense expressions on their faces.

Even if you have played this game once, you will find that there are small traps and pitfalls everywhere. Just now, Mu Sicheng suddenly chanted a spell, and if they hadn't dodged quickly, they would have almost fallen into the trap!

The old man in the black-and-white photos placed in the niche opposite the two coffins has kind eyes and a friendly smile, and he looks like a good person at first glance. But what makes people feel cold is that these two photos, which were originally supposed to be individual photos, have unknowingly become photos of a couple in the chaos just now.

In these two black-and-white photos, one of the old men is tightly pinching the shoulder of Mu Sicheng, who is holding a camera and seems to have not yet come to his senses; the other is tightly pinching the shoulder of Bai Liu, who has a calm expression. There are corpse spots and ecstasy on his face, and his nails have become sharp and blue-black. He is looking out of the photos with a look of joy and weirdness.

Bai Liu's eyes paused for a moment on the old man's hand pinching his shoulder, then he withdrew his gaze from the photo and looked at the yellow talismans on the two coffins.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman was dull and the edges were obviously damaged. It was obvious that it would not last long.

Bai Liu turned and looked at Mu Sicheng: "Take off your shirt."

Mu Sicheng was confused, but he still took it off subconsciously.

Bai Liu's gaze stopped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder - there was a blue-black and red finger mark there that had just been pinched.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened when he saw the fingerprint that he leaned back.

Bai Liu touched his shoulder. He felt a little pain there. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, turned his head and found a concave finger mark on his shoulder.

Because it was so cold, there was no pain at all.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "You were filming all the time, right? Let me see."

Mu Sicheng handed the camera over.

Bai Liu stared intently at the palm-sized screen of the camera, pressing the back button on the camera, and searching quickly for something in the rewinding picture.

Mu Sicheng walked over, a little afraid to look at the camera screen, and only dared to ask Bai Liu: "What are you looking for?"

Bai Liu's finger that was pressing the back button finally stopped, and he pressed the play button: "Find something to verify my guess."

The images in the camera began to play normally, and Bai Liu watched intently.

Mu Sicheng swallowed and looked over.

The lights in the shaking camera screen flickered. Mu Sicheng could hear the hazy sound of himself chanting the spell to the end, followed by the harsh sound of gusts of cold wind. The moment the incense lit in front of the statue went out, the whole screen darkened and then lit up again.

In this moment of darkness and light, something seemed to appear beside Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, and then quickly disappeared.

Bai Liu played this part in reverse and slowed down again. This time, Mu Sicheng finally saw what happened clearly. His blood ran cold.

Two faces that were completely swollen, twisted, and full of maggots appeared on the screen. The faces were covered with green duckweed. The two bodies turned into blue-black fingernails that pinched Bai Liu and the others' shoulders.

Then the two old men stared sinisterly at the flashing camera, leaned on Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's shoulders and laughed weirdly. Their swollen flesh cracked as they laughed, revealing the white flesh inside.

The next second, the dim light of the electric lights came on, and the two faces behind their ears disappeared.

Bai Liu handed the camera to Mu Sicheng, who was already frightened out of his wits, and turned to walk towards the coffin. He stared at the yellow talisman on it for a second or two, then stretched out his hand as if to uncover it.

Kong Xuyang stopped him in a stern voice: "What are you trying to do! This talisman is the [Ansha Curse] that suppresses corpses! If you tear up the corpse in the coffin, it won't be suppressed! Everyone will be in trouble!"

Bai Liu didn't care what Kong Xuyang was saying and opened the yellow talisman without hesitation.

The yellow talisman was turned over, and there was actually another talisman drawn on the back!

Bai Liu opened his "Maoshan Witchcraft Manuscript" and searched through it several times, and soon found the talisman that corresponded to the talisman at the back.

"[Shadow Corpse Talisman]." Bai Liu said calmly, "It is indeed like this. On the surface, this is indeed a [Ansha Curse], but it has been tampered with. There is also a [Shadow Corpse Talisman] on the back that is used to turn drowned corpses into Yin corpses to increase the evil spirit. Moreover, the [Shadow Corpse Talisman] on the back is facing the coffin, and it is the most effective talisman."

"This spell has no suppressive effect at all. It will only make these corpses turn into ghosts faster and come out to cause trouble to the world."

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "How do you know there is something wrong with this talisman?!"

Bai Liu glanced at him and said, "Because the things inside can run out and take pictures with us, this talisman has no suppressive effect at all."

After Bai Liu finished speaking, he walked forward, raised his hand and tore off all the talismans on the seven coffins.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the bells rang sharply, and the coffin lids on the seven coffins kept shaking, as if they would break through the red line and open at any time.

A hand with black nails suddenly stretched out from the edge of the coffin in front of Bai Liu and slowly pushed open the coffin.

The author has something to say:

The various spells in the text and [find a new grave for burial, with a tombstone, name and gender, burial no more than 100 days, prepare food... choose three animals and wine (cow, sheep and pig), five Gui days, five Yin hours (5pm to 7pm), bring a life gold... etc. to do the ritual. First light four incense sticks, one stick in the back of the earth, three incense sticks in the right hand facing west to the sky, pray to the wandering gods of Yin and Yang day and night, "Thunderbolt orders, as urgent as sparks, the ten directions and three realms are heard at a distance, rotate the year and the month, rotate the day and the hour, receive the affairs of the Gongcao, the wandering gods of Yin and Yang day and night, communicate with the five directions] are all quoted from "Maoshan Jinghua Ji" and "Maoshan Jing".

Very serious statement:

The content of the article is a fictional story that was artificially fabricated after quoting. It has no authenticity and no intention to spread a certain school of thought. Minors and adults are prohibited from imitating it. It is for entertainment only and is not a real reference. It has no real meaning.

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