Kong Xuyang was overjoyed, but on the face he was surprised: "What are you doing with this book?"
"Used for money." Bai Liu said lightly.
Bai Liu unfolded the book, and several pieces of paper slipped inside. He stooped to pick up the pat, and lined up the writing.
These notes are IOUs, and the amount owed on them ranges from several thousand to over 100,000. The repayment date on each IOU is heavily circled with a red circle and two exclamation marks are drawn, which can be seen. The party’s fear and eagerness to repay.
Bai Liu seemed to feel enlightened and touched his chin: "I seem to owe someone a lot of money."
Kong Xuyang looked over, smiled contemptuously in his heart, and secretly said a stinky poor man.
The persona Bai Liu received really fits his identity, whether he is a vagrant inside or outside the game, or a short-lived ghost who lacks money.
Bai Liu plays the role of a ruffian who has dropped out of junior high school and has been in the society. He has been in two or three rounds for committing crimes. He has met a lot of people who are three teachers and nine students because of his lavish actions, but he also owes a lot of debts because of his lavish actions.
At this time, the man already owed a lot of money, and the lending dealer started to bite him, and broke his leg when he said that he couldn't repay the money, and let him crawl on the ground for a lifetime.
This person was frightened, and went to the doctor in a hurry, and found a wicked person he knew, and asked if there was any way to make me a fortune.
This person said that if you are really short of money, you can find a place where you can borrow money. The heavier the yin, the more windfall you will get.
Hearing this, the idiot happened to meet the archaeological team to inform him to return to his hometown. In his heart, he totaled and was ecstatic-there is still a dirty and gloomy home in this world that has dug out ancient tombs. Is the yin air still heavy
If he borrowed money from such a place, wouldn't he have made it
But he was afraid that something would happen after he borrowed ill-gotten wealth. This person still kept his eyes on him and asked the Taoist carefully if I borrowed the ill-gotten wealth, wouldn’t it happen
The evil Taoist heard that he was going back to his hometown to borrow fortune, so he told him that borrowing the fortune of his ancestors was just wicked, but it didn’t matter. .
But this person probably didn't expect that this person's village was actually Yinshan Village, a small village with weird funeral customs.
Generally speaking, the younger generations will not make a big deal by borrowing the wealth of their ancestors. Even if your ancestors are angry with you, they will not come to settle accounts with you until you die and go to the underworld to teach you this unfilial descendant. Hands-on, after all, you are considered their blood relatives, and they also count on you to burn incense and sacrifice.
But what if your ancestors did not enter the underworld at all, and were trapped in this small village day and night with grievances and wandering around the world
If you borrow money from them at this time, it's hard to say what will happen.
Kong Xuyang retracted his unkind look at Bai Liu's body, changed a worried face, and hesitated: "Scheming for money, harming the world, will be punished... Not so good?"
Bai Liu's gaze still fell on the writing, without looking at Kong Xuyang, he calmly asked, "Isn't all the wealth that can be obtained quickly in this world hurts the world?"
Kong Xuyang was startled, and subconsciously retorted, "How come?"
Bai Liu was finally willing to give him a light glance: "If there is a magic trick that allows you to start a company and squeeze employees to the fullest without resisting them, the stock market predicts in advance that it will be able to cut stockholders on a large scale, and loan sharks only need an advertisement. It can confuse others and make them inevitably go bankrupt and borrow your high-interest loans with extremely high interest rates."
"Even playing games and matches, you can use sorcery to kill competitive opponents first, leaving no traces, and finally winning and getting a bonus."
"You can rely on this to accumulate a lot of money, but according to your opinion, isn't this all the ill-gotten wealth obtained by using sorcery?"
"Does anyone who do these things deserve to be punished?"
Kong Xuyang was startled by Bai Liu's understatement.
Kong Xuyang has done all of these things, and they have done all of them using the items exchanged for game points. No traces have been left. How could Bai Liu know? !
Didn't he forget everything!
Kong Xuyang looked at Yang Zhi with suspicion. Yang Zhi was wronged and slapped his belly in a daze, indicating that he was really digesting Bai Liu’s memory. Kong Xuyang reluctantly sat down again undecided: "You What were you talking about, Bai Liu..."
Bai Liu's expression faintly retracted his gaze: "I'm imagining what I might do if I get the sorcery. These are the fastest ways to get money."
"I really want this kind of ill-gotten wealth."
Kong Xuyang pretended to be amused and patted Bai Liu on the shoulder: "You were talking about laughing Bai Liu again. You just said that you will be punished if you do these things."
Bai Liu squinted to glance at Kong Xuyang: "No, I don't think doing so will lead to retribution."
"All the money that hurts the world and the management is only legal and illegal. Illegal money will indeed be retributed, but legal will not."
Kong Xuyang tried his best to squeeze a smiley face: "Is there any legal damage to the heavens and money?"
Bai Liu raised the book in his hand and looked sincerely: "I was just thinking that the law will protect the rights and interests of the living. Therefore, it is illegal to exploit the money of the living by all means, but it seems that the exploitation of the money of the dead is not included in the law. It is legal to consider the scope."
"So borrowing money is legal."
Kong Xuyang: "..."
He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
Bai Liu opened the "Manuscript of Maoshan Witchcraft", and several pages in it were pleated, and I read it from time to time. One of the pages also made detailed notes.
At the top of this page is written in three large characters "Fa Yin Cai".
Standing behind Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng quickly accepted his identity as a supernatural anchor, and now he has professionally picked up the camera and started shooting everywhere. He saw Bai Liuzheng looking down at the book and looking closer with the camera curiously. Read while reading:
"... "Fa Yin Cai", wow, this is still a traditional Chinese character, so hard to recognize, let me see what it is written..."
"Find a new tomb with gravestones, names and genders, no more than a hundred days for burial, prepare meals... Choose three wines (cattle, sheep, pigs), Wugui day, Wuyin time (5pm to 7pm), carry One Shoujin... Wait for the practice."
"First light four incense sticks, one in the earthen court, and the three incense sticks in the right hand are facing the west to the sky. Please call the god of Yin and Yang day and night, and then we must recite the incantation—"
Mu Sicheng gradually saw God, and his tone became trance:
"The thunder commands, anxious like a spark, the three realms of the ten directions are heard in an instant, the year is on the moon, and the day is on the hour, by the meritorious deeds, day and night, yin and yang, and psychic five directions—"
The incense in the temple is always bright and dark, and the wind whizzes through the hall, emitting a peculiar echo similar to a woman's laughter.
The statue of Sanqing God behind Mu Sicheng changed from its original dignified look to glaring glaringly, holding the whisk and grinning open, as if to insult Mu Sicheng, a Taoist child who performed sorcery in front of him, and beat him severely. .
There was a crisp bell ringing and the sound of the wind.
The red lines crisscrossing the coffin swayed, and the bells at the four corners began to sway. The three incense candles lit by He Daniu in front of the statue swayed twice in the yin wind and went out.
The lights in the temple dimmed, and only a light yellow light from the hanging electric lamp swaying above the head hit the idol. Both idols and humans became disgusting under such dim light.
The black-and-white photos of the seven elderly people who were kind-hearted in the temporary niche opposite the seven coffins also became inexplicably gloomy. In the photos, they stared directly at the four people in the lobby. Uami's friendly smile became weird.
When Mu Sicheng met the old man's eyes in the black and white photo facing him, a jealous spirit suddenly woke up.
He looked at Bai Liu subconsciously, and Bai Liu shook his head flatly at him: "It's okay. You will have to recite this curse sooner or later. It's good to see the effect in advance."
Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
Bai Liu's eyes swept past the hall where the brightness had become much dim. Suddenly, his eyes stopped and stopped on two coffins.
Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had already stood far away, their faces tense.
Even if this game has been played once, there are small traps and pits everywhere. Just now, Mu Sicheng suddenly chanted a curse. If it weren't for hiding quickly, they all almost started to say it!
In the black-and-white photos of the old man in the dien niche facing the two coffins, the old man is kind-eyed, smiles friendly, and looks good at first sight, but what makes people feel cold behind them is that these two photos were supposed to be single people. In the chaos just now, it turned into a group photo without knowing it.
In these two black-and-white photos, the two old men are pinching and holding the camera, the shoulders of Mu Sicheng, who seems to have not recovered yet, and the shoulders of the calm Bai Liu, appearing on his face. After removing the corpse spots and duckweed, the nails became black and sharp, and the front side looked out of the photo with joy and weirdness.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped for a moment on the old man's hand that pinched his shoulder, then he retracted his gaze from the photo and looked at the yellow symbols on the two coffins.
The cinnabar on the yellow talisman was dim, and the corners were obviously damaged, and it wouldn't last long at a glance.
Bai Liu turned to look at Mu Sicheng: "Take off your shirt."
Mu Sicheng was stunned, but still subconsciously got rid of it.
Bai Liu's gaze rested on Mu Sicheng's shoulder—there was a green, black, and red finger print that had just been pinched out.
Mu Sicheng was frightened when he saw this fingerprint.
Bai Liu touched his shoulder. He also felt a bit of pain in this place now. He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt and turned his head to look. As expected, he found a sunken fingerprint on his shoulder.
Because it is too cold, there is not even any pain.
Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "You have been taking pictures just now, right? Show me."
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, searching quickly for something in the non-stop retreating picture.
Mu Sicheng leaned 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 pressing the back button finally stopped. He pressed the play button: "Find something that verifies my guess."
The picture on 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, and Mu Sicheng could hear the sound of his chanting to the final trance, followed by the harsh sounds of the yin wind blowing out, the moment the incense in front of the idol went out, the whole picture Dark, bright again.
In this dark and bright light, something seemed to appear next to Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, and soon disappeared.
Bai Liu put the place upside down and slowed it down again. This time Mu Sicheng finally saw what was happening, and his blood became cold.
Two faces that were completely swollen and distorted and covered with maggots were reflected on the screen. Their faces were still covered with green duckweed. These two bodies turned into black fingernails and pinched them on Bai Liu's shoulders.
Then the two old men stared miserably at the flashing camera, leaning on the shoulders of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng and let out a weird smile. The swollen flesh and skin cracked as they laughed, revealing the white inside. Shredded pork.
In the next second, the dim light of the electric light turned on, and the two human faces stuck behind their ears disappeared.
Bai Liu handed the camera to Mu Sicheng, who was already frightened and lost. He turned and walked towards the coffin. He stared at the yellow talisman on it for a second or two, and stretched out his hand as if to lift the yellow talisman.
Kong Xuyang sternly stopped: "What are you going to do! This talisman is an [An Sha curse] that suppresses the corpse! If you tear the corpse in the coffin, you can't suppress it! Everyone will have trouble!"
Bai Liu didn't care what Kong Xuyang was talking about, and opened the yellow talisman without hesitation.
The yellow talisman was turned over, and a talisman was drawn behind it!
Bai Liu opened his "Manuscript of Maoshan Witchcraft" and searched it several times, and soon found the talisman corresponding to the spell behind it.
"[Shadow Corpse Talisman]." Bai Liu said faintly, "Sure enough, this one is indeed [An Sha curse] on the surface, but it has already passed the hand and foot, and there is a picture of these drowned corpses in the back. The evil talisman [Shadow Corpse Talisman] increases suffocation, and the [Shadow Corpse Talisman] on the back is facing the coffin, which is the most effective spell."
"Putting this charm will not have any suppressive effect at all. It can only make these corpses turn into corpses faster and come out to cause harm to the world."
Mu Sicheng said in surprise: "How do you know that there is something wrong with this talisman?!"
Bai Liu glanced at him: "Because everything in it can run out and take a picture with us, this sign has no suppressive effect."
After Bai Liu finished speaking, he walked forward, raising his hand and tore up all the symbols of the seven coffins.
Suddenly, the wind blew strong, the hanging bell rang, and the lid of the coffin on the seven coffins kept shaking.
The edge of the coffin in front of Bai Liu suddenly stretched out a hand with black nails, and slowly opened the mouth of the coffin.