Chapter 59 Chapter 59
On the hillside of Kurumuheng Mountain, a group of people were looking around under the scorching sun.
"That's probably where the heaviest amount of Yin energy remains." came Tang Yang's low voice.
Yuan Tian withdrew her gaze from the distance and followed his gaze.
There was a barren pit on one side of the mountainside, with a stone tablet without any words standing in it. It was small and worn, covered with gray and black moss. It looked neither like a tombstone nor a boundary marker. Instead, it looked like a small tablet that a child had casually erected for a cat or dog, sloppily and casually.
Yuan Tian pursed her lips, looked at Xiao Jing, and asked softly: "Do you remember this place?"
The little ghost held up a parasol, his eyes a little confused, nodded and shook his head: "I have been floating up and down this mountain since I can remember. I have seen this place, but..."
He scratched his head, "I don't remember if I was buried here."
Mo Weian, who was still tied up, looked at him with a complicated and slightly hopeful look. At this moment, he was looking forward to finding his son's body, but he was also afraid. He was afraid that his son was really buried in the lonely mountain for hundreds of years without being freed, and suffered hundreds of years of loneliness and pain. He was also afraid to see his son's body, which was broken and horrible.
He doesn't even have a proper tombstone. This is not what his son should have to endure.
Yuan Tian sighed lightly and looked at Tang Yang.
Tang Yang nodded slightly at him, then looked at the several ghost messengers behind him and said calmly, "Dig it."
Several iron chains suddenly appeared in the hands of the ghost messengers, and they all dug into the pit.
"There was a formation here before," Yuan Tian's master explained in a low voice to the younger generation of Kongmen Temple behind him, "Although the formation is not as good as before after so many years, it is not something that ordinary people can dig out casually."
"Another thing is, I can't let you do anything without knowing for sure whether the person below is a little scared or not."
The younger generation of Kongmen Temple nodded one after another. They came here to see the excitement, ahem, to see the world, and to see if the junior master uncle would need them. But now that the master has said so, if they dig up a thousand-year-old evil ghost, it will not be fun.
Several iron chains filled with Yin energy came down at the same time, and it seemed that there was some friction with the remaining energy of the formation that was originally set up. The earth pit exploded, and the aftermath was not small.
Yuan Tian subconsciously turned around to protect Xiao Jing and Tang Yang, but unexpectedly, the two of them reacted in the same way. As a result, the two of them and the ghost collided into a ball in the next second.
"Ouch..." Xiao Jing covered his head in pain.
"Hiss..." Yuan Tian screamed in pain and covered his chin.
Only Tang Yang looked at Yuan Tian helplessly, as if nothing had happened. A rare moment of panic appeared on his stern face. "How is it? Does it hurt? Are you okay?"
Seeing his lover worried about him, Yuan Tian felt warm in his heart and replied softly, "Not bad."
It’s pretty good. His elder brother Tang doesn’t seem to have changed much.
Opposite them, the Buddhist monks, led by their master, all looked extremely distressed.
After the dust settled, everyone slowly came forward.
In the deep pit, a thin and dilapidated coffin was quietly lying. The coffin board was black, and it looked like an ordinary coffin in the past, nothing special. After years of erosion, the coffin had been damaged in several places. But for some reason, it seemed that only the surface was damaged, and it was impossible to see inside.
Xiao Jing gently grabbed Yuan Tian's hand, feeling a little uneasy: "Boss..."
Yuan Tian patted his hand soothingly, then turned to look at the ghost messenger, "Open the coffin."
No one questioned the tone of his command at this time. Are you kidding? This is the future boss lady!
Mo Weian and Yu Qingfeng on the ground stared at the coffin, their nervousness evident on their faces.
The iron chain still led the way, but this time the ghost messengers were much gentler. After a series of sour and unpleasant sounds of rotten wood colliding, the coffin fell to the ground, and the scene inside the coffin finally appeared again.
The coffin did not contain the peaceful face of Sleeping Beauty as expected.
The skeleton was wearing a tattered robe, the color of which could no longer be seen. One could only vaguely see what was underneath from the torn corners of the robe, and there seemed to be traces of scratches from a sharp weapon or something else on the white bones.
In ancient times, when people were punished, the most common thing they said was that the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. But this skeleton clearly had wounds that went deep into the bones.
There were a few scraps of paper that looked like talismans scattered around the skeleton, and long black nails were nailed into its head and four feet. The nails were as thick as an adult man's finger and were engraved with unknown patterns, which made people feel ominous.
Even the experienced ghost messengers and Yuan Tian's master couldn't help but gasp.
"This is a soul-trapping nail from a perverse sect hundreds of years ago." One of the ghost messengers whispered, "I've seen it before. This evil method requires the flesh and blood of a person to be used as a guide. The nail is kept alive for 49 days, and then the person is nailed to death in a coffin, so that he or she will never be able to reincarnate..."
Yuan Tian's heart ached, and he looked at Xiao Jing worriedly. The skeleton was about the same height as Xiao Jing, and some of the scars on his body matched those of Xiao Jing's soul, so it was obviously his.
He only knew that Xiao Jing must have suffered inhuman torture before his death, but he didn't know it would be so horrible...
However, unexpectedly, Xiao Jing looked at his own skeleton with an expression of indifference and a hint of disgust. The little ghost also silently covered his nose, as if silently saying: My body stinks.
Yuan Tian couldn't help but look at Tang Yang and sighed helplessly. He was so heartless. I don't know whether it was good or bad for this kid to forget his past.
As for Mo Weian, he was already in tears and in great pain the moment he saw Xiao Jing's corpse. Hatred surged in his body, but he was trapped and unable to move.
"If the nails are removed, will Xiao Jing recover his memory?" Yuan Tian asked in a low voice.
Tang Yang nodded, "I can sense that there are some remnants of Xiao Jing's soul in the soul-trapping nail. If we help him reset, there may be a great possibility."
If it is restored, Xiao Jing can be reborn normally. But at the same time, he may also remember the various inhumane treatments he received in his previous life. If he is not handled properly, the little ghost may even become possessed.
Yuan Tian was embarrassed for a moment and had to look at Xiao Jing.
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