Bai Liu looked up at the last mural on the ceiling.
This last mural is a long painting with a blood-red background and a fuzzy background, which seems to connect the things that have appeared in the previous paintings in series.
The bride in the coffin jumped out and rode on the shoulders of some dark-faced people with a hijab. She shook and walked somewhere. On the ground next to the bride were some crooked ghosts, Bai Liu. Looking further back, there are some bamboo shelves that were raised high by the ghosts. On the bamboo shelves are piled many wine jars under the feet of white willows.
The wine jar seemed to be opened, and Bai Sensen's arms were clawed around several wine jars.
Some of the pictures in the middle are blurry, and I can’t see what’s being painted. You can only see the inscription beside the picture that says [... Gengzi Year Renchen Moon Kuichou Day, everything is not suitable, the night travel god and the night travel parade, rush in The people of the village...】
A line of small letters next to it says [specific matters, in the village calendar. 】
The last is the zombie Taoist. It holds the peach wood sword in its left hand and points to the sky, with floating dust on its right elbow. Half of the face is compassionate Taoist, pitying sentient beings, half is zombie Li Sha, with blue-faced fangs.
It sits on the sacred platform. Under the sacred platform are countless twisted ghosts and ghosts. These ghosts twist and roar in the black smoke below the sacred platform, revealing swollen and drowned remains, arching the platform. Go towards the entrance of the village.
And there were countless people standing vaguely at the entrance of the village. These people held swords, axes, chisels, pans of torture instruments, dragged chains, and wore some strange dome hats and short black boots in the style of cattle and sheep. He grinned and had an abominable face. It was not so much a human being, as it was a kid running out of the eighteenth hell.
From the appearance point of view, these little ghosts are the little ones who pulled the men away from Yinshan Village before.
These little ghosts rushed straight to Yinshan Village, and they were greeted by the zombie Taoist who came out of the village entrance. The zombie Taoist was angry and raised his sword to cut down. The brides and ghosts also rushed up to hold down the little ghosts.
The two "people" and horses seem to have been fighting fiercely at the entrance of the village.
The painting behind was blurred again, and Bai Liu looked at the end of the mural.
The mouth of the village was blood flowing into a river, and there were corpses and shreds everywhere, white bones, and only the man who had been turned into a zombie, supported his body with a sword, stood in the middle of the village with a sinister face, and black hairs grew on his hands and feet. His mouth was full of blood outside his mouth.
The inscription next to it is [The descendants of Yinshan Village abandoned their ancestral tombs and set up this tomb for the (fuzzy) Taoist priests and ancestors. 】
When Bai Liu finished reading the last mural, there was no place to settle around him. The wine jar was pressed tightly against Bai Liu's calf, and Bai Liu could knock it down as long as he moved.
The wine jar is thin and thick, and the sealing paper is extremely thin. After leaving it for so long, it is estimated that the sealing paper will rip if it is poured on the ground, and the contents of the wine jar will be able to crawl out.
It was a secret room again, and was besieged by these wine jars, it seemed that there was no way out.
Bai Liu calmly raised the candlestick and looked around, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped on a certain wine jar.
The wine jars that besieged him shook a few times and gathered in the middle. After colliding with each other, the wine jars seemed to feel that the white willow disappeared from them, so they stopped moving.
Bai Liu also stood still, but after a while, a face was ejected from the sealing paper of the wine jar.
The nose on the human face on the paper was moving, as if sniffing the white willow, and then these wine jars slowly moved towards the wine jar where the white willow was standing.
After Bai Liu waited until the wine jars were close to the wine jar he was standing on again, he switched to another wine jar and continued to stand. He watched these wine jars peacefully, and his heart sounded true.
These wine jars are filled with the bones of drowned people, that is, the "body" of those ghosts. Those ghosts who ran out are just ghosts and ghosts, and their real corpses are still here.
According to Taoist theory, after the soul is separated, the bones are just bones, and they will not be transformed into evil. In short, they are safe.
As soon as Bailiu and the others entered the tomb, they encountered a lot of ghosts near the flap door, which means that many of the wine jars in this tomb must be "empty", that is, the wine after the ghosts were separated. earthen jar.
In other words, these wine jars will not move.
Bai Liu screened out the movable wine jars and chose the unmovable ones to stand on. It would be fine even if he smashed the sealing paper of the wine jar, because it was just a dead body without a soul.
The moving wine jar is obviously trapped inside by the red thread of the sealing paper. According to Taoist theory, these things are feminine objects. They need to use the yang energy of a living person to break the jar and see the sky again, so they try to use the white willow. The yangjian shattered the jar or the sealing paper.
If an ordinary person enters this partial tomb, they just have to walk around, and the wine jars will unknowingly block the opponent's path and be kicked. As long as the jar falls, the contents inside will come out as desired.
And as long as there is a ghost coming out, in order to avoid the ghost, the people who come in move a lot, and there are more wine jars to be smashed.
After this person's yang energy is exhausted, he will be consumed by the ghosts and become a wine jar here.
In other words, after entering this tomb, they must never move.
As for Bai Liu, this wonderful work, he watched the mural for more than half an hour after entering. No matter how the wine jar was moved and pressed, his foot did not move. It was not until Bai Liu had basically seen the moved wine jar in the tomb. Choosing one of them calmly, stepped on it leisurely.
Moving left and right will touch the wine jar, but moving up and down will not.
And now the white willow is moving on a plane higher than these wine jars, it is all these wine jars chasing him, and the more these wine jars move, the more conspicuous the wine jars that will not move.
Bai Liu remembered that when the candle was extinguished when he entered the tomb, there were five ghosts who imitated him, and five ghosts who imitated Mu Sicheng.
Assuming that these ten ghosts all went out of this partial tomb, it can be inferred that there are about ten jars in this tomb that are safe.
Bai Liu glanced at the unmovable jars in the tomb. There were exactly ten.
Although he does not rule out the possibility that his inference is wrong, in case one of these ten jars is unmoving, Bai Liu stepped on it and instantly gg, but Bai Liu felt that he did not care about this risk. Go in the direction of the greatest possible and best interests, and don't really care if you will die halfway.
Bai Liu felt that he was a consequentialist.
He glanced at the ten jars, connected them into a line with his eyes, and then paused.
The ten jars are connected together to form a word "out", but this word "out" is a little bit missing, and there is no emergence. That point is in the southeast direction, and the position of that point has a constantly moving jar "walking" back and forth.
This feels like a mechanism, requiring a jar in every place, but there are only ten unmoving jars, one short of one.
Bai Liu raised his eyebrows slightly-is this forcing him to step on a jar with something
She seemed to realize that Bai Liu had stepped on the jars, these movable jars became more restless, and the deforming human faces appeared on the sealing paper, shouting silently with her mouth wide open.
In the sealed tomb, the wind was purging back and forth, and a disgusting breath of rotting corpses emerged from the jar.
Bai Liu stepped on another step, and he turned to a new jar.
The wine jar that Bai Liu stepped on before was pushed by other moving wine jars at the moment he lifted his foot. The seal broke, revealing a corpse twisted and curled up in the water.
The corpse was facing up, and his face was so rotten that only a pair of eyes were intact. The eyes were foggy, as if they were covered with a layer of gauze. The blue and white swollen lips were open, and they stared at the outside. .
This should be the corpses of those ghosts.
The ghosts have corpses and their power is multiplied. If these ghosts are allowed to take the corpses directly out of the jar...
After fantasizing about that scene, Bai Liu estimated each other's combat effectiveness. He objectively felt that he would probably die here.
Following the chasing of the wine jar, Bai Liu kept changing the jars. The seals of the jars were damaged one by one, and Bai Liu finally approached the southeast corner of the last point [out] was missing.
The wine jar is like a school of fish smelling the bait, almost full of [out] in the direction of the last point.
Bai Liu calmly stood on the wine jar closest to the missing point and looked around, looking for a way out.
When he stepped on the wine jar, in case there was no exit, and the contents of the wine jar crawled out, Bai Liu must pay attention to his position when he needs a chase on these ten jars. Time to knock down other jars.
Bai Liu stared at the shaking wine jars in the southeast corner of the [out] room. He quickly stepped on a jar and then turned and stood on a corner jar, his back pressed against the two walls.
The jar stepped on by Bai Liu shook twice, stood still, and then began to tilt slightly and irregularly in one direction. Five pale fingers slowly stretched out from the broken red sealing paper. Slowly held the edge of the jar.
A head was exposed, and its head was bent 90 degrees horizontally and stuck at the mouth of the altar, as if it was completely disconnected from the body, its dead white face with a grim smile, it was long, pitch-black and wet. The hair emerged from the mouth of the jar, and the rest of its body and limbs were pulled out from the mouth of the jar at a twisted and strange angle.
Standing on the diagonal, Bai Liu could hear the creak of bones. He glanced at the four walls and sighed with regret in his heart.
He seemed to guess wrong, not what he thought.
At least there is no organ in this partial tomb, which means that Bai Liu will make room for it.
Bai Liu didn't feel that he had guessed the meaning of [out] wrong, the hint was quite obvious.
But now there is no [way out], unless it is... what's the shortcoming.
Bai Liu looked up to the ceiling. The jar he was standing on was just below the flap door, and the flap door above him made a creaking sound.
The pale faces came out from behind the hinged door, and the ghosts crawled in on all fours from the outside of the hinged door.
Bai Liu sighed and said something in his heart as expected.
These eleven jars had to be filled with ghosts before they could be opened, so not long after he stepped on that jar, the ghosts who had left would return.
The ghosts who came back were originally going to crawl towards Bai Liu, but not long after they came in, they seemed to smell something, a blood-red hole cracked on their face, a weird smile appeared, and then they swiftly moved towards the Bai Liu. Stepped on the jar and climbed in.
Then, the ten jars that had been stepped on by Bai Liu, stretched out their pale arms and feet one after another and slapped them on the vermilion jar. The twisted heads made a clucking sound of joints in the jar.
The drowned corpse's rotten face stared straight at Bai Liu who was standing in the center, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew louder.