Chapter 13 Wangxian Nine cuts the barriers between people
Luo Zheng and a few friends were doing an adventure live broadcast and they set off for the Princess Tomb in April.
In fact, this kind of supernatural adventure track is not a niche one. With some ingenious script designs, they have gained 50,000 to 60,000 fans.
This time the process should be the same as before: when the tourist entrance to the scenic area is closed at night, avoid the security guards' search, sneak into the undeveloped area, find some things that look like historical relics, hype them up with lights and music, and then insert some confusing and mysterious plots.
But when they found the black coffin in the abandoned platform, everything started to go out of control.
There were five companions, and one of them got lost.
People are in panic.
The next day, another person fell behind.
Some people suggested leaving and calling the police, but they could never get out of the forest.
Day 3… Day 4…
In the end, he was the only one left.
What day is this?
Luo Zheng didn't know, nor did he understand why he was still walking in the mountains and forests like a headless fly, numbly holding his mobile phone, warning others over and over again on the Internet that this place was dangerous.
But when he refreshed the push notification, he found a message that "four missing persons were trapped on the cliff of the scenic area and were rescued by firefighters."
——Haha, after all this time, it turns out that I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten out of this situation.
This won’t do... How can I do this alone?
He wandered calmly in the woods, hunched over, holding his phone in both hands and sending something non-stop, his eyes almost glued to the screen.
How can a reply be sent from a phone that clearly has no signal?
It doesn’t matter…
【Dororo: Come on.】
【Dororo: Come on.】
【Dororo: Come on...】
I don’t know how long it took.
He finally pulled his eyes away from the screen and looked blankly at the black coffin in the distance.
It smells so good...
He must have not eaten for a long time.
Although for some reason, he didn't use the word "eat" but "eat".
I'm so hungry.
He staggered towards the direction of the fragrance, his body like a mountain on the verge of collapse, emitting a strong smell of decay.
Crunch, crunch.
The soles of my feet stepped on the dead leaves, making crisp cracking sounds.
He kept moving forward, but his clothes were caught on the barbs of the thorns. The fragrance made him feel anxious and impatient.
Ignoring everything else, I stretched my neck and looked over.
How can Keren’s neck be so long?
Never mind...
If he were just a little closer, he would be able to eat it.
A few drops of transparent saliva dripped onto Li Lan's forehead.
She touched her forehead doubtfully, then raised her head and looked up at the sky behind her.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
She screamed, fell to the ground, pointed upwards and could not utter a coherent word.
“Neck…neck!”
The male driver was close by and saw the strange face at first, and was so scared that he almost fainted on the spot.
How can such a thing exist in the world?!
How can such a thing exist in the world?
"Hide in the car!" Zhang Huai pulled the stunned Li Lan. The veins on his arms were bulging, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot, and his back was soaked. He looked very embarrassed.
Just as the long-necked ghost opened its bloody mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth and attacked the roof cover, a swirling silver light came whistling with a clear clanging sound!
It was an old-fashioned pair of silver scissors, which opened a dazzling hole in the dim and sticky darkness. Before anyone could react, the long-necked ghost's head fell off. At this moment, the silver scissors were spinning, emitting a sharp and cold light, and fell into the raised hands of a man.
"Sorry I'm late." The person stepped on the hood with a smile, and the silver scissors spun lightly on her fingertips a few times and were fixed diagonally on her belt. At the same time, there was also a whisk with a dustpan tail inside, and a peach wood sword with a copper handle inlaid with a lotus on her back. It was a dazzling array of things.
Li Lan was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time.
Although it was outrageous, the ink tattoos on the other person's hands and chin were enough to prove that this was the woman in a suit who handed out business cards at the cocktail party!
Meng Caiyun wore a black and white Taoist robe, and had his hair tied up into a bun with a wooden hairpin. He tied a thin strand of hair on each side of his temple, and tied a black and a white Tai Chi bead in the middle. He looked much more reliable than he did at the party.
She sniffed left and right, then bent down to look at Li Lan in the car.
"Are you guys having a barbecue?"
Li Lan awkwardly turned the "incense burner" in his hand: "Uh, it was just started..."
I didn’t attract the dragon bamboo, but a real Taoist priest came, so it wasn’t in vain, right?
"Master Meng, what was that just now?" Zhang Huai had met Meng Caiyun once before at a cocktail party. Hope suddenly ignited in his eyes, and he regarded it as a lifeline. "Could you please take us out?"
Meng Caiyun sighed, "I guess not long ago, he was also someone like you."
Generally speaking, the spiritual power and resentful power in the world are balanced.
This state of balance is like pure gray. Once it is disturbed by ghosts or other things, it is like adding too much black or white to the gray.
Then, the balance will begin to tilt, causing all life that enters to be dyed the same color.
"The balance of the Princess's Mausoleum has been disrupted, and the resentful energy has now formed a formation," Meng Caiyun explained. "If we can't break the core of the formation, then this place will only allow entry and no exit."
Zhang Huai quickly reshaped his perspective and asked, "Did you crack it?"
Meng Caiyun smiled and said, "No, so I can't go out now."
Li Lan: “…”
It feels like it's not that reliable.
Meng Caiyun: "But it's not difficult to find the center of the formation."
The center of the formation is often in the most important or central position, which may be a place or an object.
In short, it is the origin of resentment within a formation.
After listening to Zhang Huai's narration of the strange things that happened in the past few days, Meng Caiyun crossed his arms and touched his chin thoughtfully.
"There's a coffin? Oh... I see."
"Ghosts generally only appear in places that have a close causal connection with them, so they are likely closely related to the ancient Shu Kingdom, or even Princess Qingning. After all, this is the princess's tomb."
"I can sense its strong resentment. It seems to be attacking you one after another out of some kind of dissatisfaction."
Yin Chuan, who had been hiding in the car, retorted: "Why? We have no grudges against these ghosts!"
Meng Caiyun casually placed a yellow talisman on the other person's forehead and said, "Go and cool down your internal heat first."
Yin Chuan was stunned for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, but the black energy between his forehead became much lighter.
Wen Ruojie murmured at the right time as he walked out: "It's so cold..."
Meng Caiyun also smiled and patted her forehead: "I almost forgot about you."
Wen Ruojie also woke up, and his eyes finally regained their spirit.
Zhang Huai spoke cautiously: "In your opinion, Taoist Priest, what should we do? We will definitely cooperate!"
"Since we're here," Meng Caiyun pointed in the direction of Wangxiantai, "of course I have to take a look before I leave."
Li Lan was apprehensive: "Could it be that... the core of the formation is... in that coffin?"
Everyone shrank back in unison.
Meng Caiyun pounded his palm, suddenly realizing, "Yeah! Why didn't I think of that just now?"
Li Lan: ...So you just wanted to take a look out of pure curiosity.
"What a coincidence! The ghost from the Princess's Tomb never comes out early or late, but you happened to encounter it while you were filming."
"Do you think there's something in your script that makes them so angry?"
Meng Caiyun put his arm around Li Lan's shoulder in a familiar manner and explained with a hint of sarcasm, "After all, isn't there a popular saying on the Internet right now—"
"——What a rubbish script, it's so disgusting~"
Zhang Huai coughed awkwardly.
"It's also possible that they want to tell you something. In any case, that coffin must be a key point. I now have a good idea."
Meng Caiyun excitedly stated his plan: "Let's get two people to go in and take a look."
Although he was looking for two people, Meng Caiyun's eyes had already fallen on Wen Ruojie and Yin Chuan.
Yin Chuan opened his eyes wide and wanted to retreat immediately: "Why don't you go?!"
Wen Ruojie was also a little scared, his face turned pale, and he bit his lip and remained silent.
"You guys are actors," Meng Caiyun said. "You've been pretty familiar with them these past few days. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to go."
Wen Ruojie raised his head thoughtfully: "You mean, I still need to keep playing the role of Princess Qingning?"
Meng Caiyun rolled up his sleeves and said, "It's possible. To find the cause and effect of ghosts, it's safer to use a special medium. Acting is also a medium."
Wen Ruojie thought about it for a while, gritted his teeth and made a decision: "I'll go!"
Yin Chuan's face turned pale and blue, but he still didn't dare to bet his life on the joke of this wild Taoist priest.
"Ruojie, think carefully, this is not playing house!"
Wen Ruojie looked at him impatiently: "We have no other choice, we have to give it a try, right?"
"You saw it just now, such a long neck!" Yin Chuan was sweating profusely: "It's even longer than a giraffe's! There really is something fishy going on!"
Wen Ruojie pursed his lips and said, "I believe that Master Meng has a way to protect our safety."
Meng Caiyun picked up the Imperial Spirit Scissors and said, "As long as you can find the truth and see the origin."
She opened her hand, and in her palm lay a paper figure, split in two. Upon closer inspection, it looked very similar to the long-necked man.
"Then I can cut it."
Yin Chuan still held on to his assistant and refused to let go: "I won't accept it! That's a coffin! What if you are also a ghost in disguise, deliberately luring us to our deaths? I don't even know you!"
The assistant pulled the other person's hand away with a sad face.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the situation became increasingly tense.
Meng Caiyun sighed: "Alright, then I'll just..."
She stretched out her hand and the scissors snapped shut in front of Yin Chuan.
Yin Chuan was suddenly startled, his eyes widened, his body involuntarily started to march forward, and he went to Wangxiantai with a panting sound.
Everyone was shocked and looked at each other: "What's going on?!"
Meng Caiyun stood with his hands behind his back, holding a pair of scissors, with an expression of emotion.
"I cut through the barriers between people."
“…”
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