Lamas believe that the world is filthy and that sacrificial instruments become unclean if they hear foul language.
Even if the girls had normal hearing and language abilities, their tongues would be cut off and their ears would be gouged out.
No anesthesia was used throughout the entire process, allowing the girls to scream and shout as they pleased.
As their wounds gradually healed, their world fell into eternal silence, free from any foul language, and their hearts and bodies became infinitely pure.
At the same time, the girls are required to apply a special potion to their backs.
This will make their skin more elastic, and the sound produced when they are made into drums will be more ethereal.
To maintain their purity, girls were forbidden from engaging in sexual acts.
When they grow up to be sixteen in this silent world, their entire skin is peeled off while they are still alive, a method that is extremely cruel.
The girl must remain fully conscious until the very last inch of skin is peeled off.
But firmly bound, maintaining a very devout posture, unable to offer any resistance.
The lama would first chisel a small hole in the girl's skull and then slowly pour mercury into it to fill the gaps in the skull.
It then enters the blood vessels and stomach, flowing to every nerve ending.
When mercury fills every crevice of a girl's body, the entire human skin can be removed with a gentle touch, becoming the main raw material for making a "human skin drum".
The girl who lost her skin would have her skull knocked off and glued together to form the main body of the drum.
The leg bone was separated and made into drumsticks...
After hearing Huang Jiaxian's introduction, Zhao Youliang exclaimed "Damn it!" three times to perfectly express his inner resentment.
"Damn it, that monk seemed alright, how could he have done something so inhuman!"
"This is outrageous! A son born without an anus is a terrible son!"
Amidst the cursing, a scream suddenly came from afar, and the voice belonged to the red-robed lama.
Zhao Youliang is a kind man. He can ignore the life or death of the red-robed lama, but he cannot allow evil spirits to harm people.
Therefore, he hurriedly ran towards the direction from which the screams came.
When they arrived, they saw the red-robed lama lying on the ground covered in blood, with a pair of scissors stuck in his chest.
Granny Wenmi, Shopkeeper Sun, the old man who drives corpses, and even the village chief and others were already gathered here.
Everyone was taken aback when they saw Zhao Youliang suddenly arrive.
Manager Sun quickly stepped forward and said softly, "Quantum, what brings you here?"
"Hurry back, the things in your shop are more important!"
Zhao Youliang hesitated for a moment but did not turn around and leave. Instead, he asked softly.
"Uncle Sun, what happened to this big monk? Was he harmed by a ghost?"
Shopkeeper Sun nodded gravely: "Alas, the master accepted two filthy creatures, only to be ambushed by a third."
"The injuries are severe; I'm afraid he won't make it..."
After hearing what Manager Sun said, Zhao Youliang's feelings were very complicated:
If you say the lama is a good person, he uses human skin to perform rituals; if you say he's not a good person, he sacrifices himself to subdue evil spirits.
Moreover, Zhao Youliang had heard during the day that the red-robed lama was helping the town's residents for free and had not accepted any money from the village chief.
Just as Zhao Youliang was caught up in the "battle between the black and the white," the red-robed lama, who had been barely breathing, suddenly sat up.
Perhaps due to the severity of his injuries, he was unable to speak, but he managed to wave to Zhao Youliang with difficulty, signaling him to come to his side.
"I?!"
Although Zhao Youliang was somewhat confused, he still walked up to the red-robed lama.
Seeing that the other party was only moving his lips and no sound could be heard, Zhao Youliang could only bend down and put his ear close.
With mixed feelings, Zhao Youliang spoke softly, "Master, please say your last words."
The red-robed lama first used all his strength to stuff the prayer wheel into Zhao Youliang's hands, and then painstakingly took off the human skin drum and handed it over.
Then, in a voice only the two of them could hear, he said, "You dwell in the land of howling evil spirits, surrounded by endless darkness."
"Remember, the only light is in your heart. Never let your heart be devoured by the devil, or you will be doomed forever."
"Om Mani Padme Hum..."
After reciting the six-syllable mantra for the last time, the red-robed lama died in Zhao Youliang's arms.
The evening breeze blew, lifting the red monk's robes and enveloping the lama and Zhao Youliang together...
With so many people dying one after another, even though the mayor knew it was the work of evil spirits, he had no choice but to call the police.
As for how the police handle it, that's beyond the town mayor's control, and it's not something Zhao Youliang needs to worry about.
At this moment, he was rushing back to the paper-making shop with the old man who drove the corpses.
What they need to do now is to quickly move the four zombies to the deep mountains outside the town.
Otherwise, if the police conduct a full-scale search tomorrow, Zhao Youliang won't be able to explain himself even if he has ten mouths.
Zhao Youliang is genuine, or rather, his thought process is quite unique.
As they were walking, he suddenly spoke up and said, "Hey, Brother Zhang, your guests aren't staying at my place anymore, so I'll refund your money."
"I can't let you suffer a loss, can I?"
The old corpse-driver Zhang Mingli: "..."
Nothing happened that night, and the police indeed began a town-wide search early the next morning.
Zhao Youliang's paper-making shop had unusual rules, and he was just wondering what reason to use to stop the police from coming in when Huang Jiaxian's voice rang in his ears.
“Quantum, first sincerely offer incense to those two, then hang the prayer wheel the lama gave you on the door.”
"This way, it won't be a problem if living people come in during a short period of time."
The two people Huang Jiaxian mentioned were naturally the two figurines in the middle of the shop.
Zhao Youliang quickly did as instructed... Strangely enough, after closing the prayer wheel on the door, the whole shop seemed to become much warmer.
It was like a cold winter day, with several electric heaters placed inside the house.
As expected, the police came knocking when it was fully light.
However, instead of conducting door-to-door surveys, they went straight to the paper-making shop.
After confirming his identity, he didn't even bother with polite formalities with Zhao Youliang and announced it directly.
"Zhao Youliang, we suspect you are involved in a murder case. Please come back with us for investigation."
Zhao Youliang was stunned. His first thought was, "Have I been exposed?"
But then I thought, what's the point of exposing myself? People are all killed by evil spirits!
Although the red-robed lama died in his arms, he wasn't the one who killed him.
With this thought, Zhao Youliang's courage grew: "Officers, are you sure you're not mistaken? I'm a law-abiding citizen!"
Is there some misunderstanding here?
Just as Zhao Youliang was "making excuses," a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs appeared on his hands.
The police officer who came to arrest him said righteously, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, it's not up to you or me to decide. Everything must be based on the facts!"
"You'd better just come with us!"
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