After Mu Sicheng ingested Bai Liu's two mouthfuls, he barely maintained his human form. He led Bai Liu to the depths of the tomb.
Although Mu Sicheng was walking in front of Bai Liu, there was only the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps in the dark tomb.
Bai Liu held the candlestick to illuminate Mu Sicheng who was walking in front, and glanced at the shadow Mu Sicheng projected on the wall from the corner of the eye.
The swaying shadow of Mu Sicheng became lighter and lighter, like a plume of smoke reflected on the wall.
From time to time they would encounter one or two wine jars placed in the middle of the tomb passage on the road.
Mu Sicheng carefully stood in front of Bai Liu and asked him to go around behind him, not to touch the wine jar.
The wine jar seems to be able to smell the vitality. As the white willow walks, it slowly turns half a circle, and the sealed red paper slightly arches twice. After smelling the ghost breath on Mu Sicheng's body, it slowly turns again. The ground subsided.
Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and glanced at the wine jar that was quietly guarding the middle of the road. He patted his chest with lingering fear: "This wine jar is also in Xitang. It will run after people, I don't know what's inside. "
"That thing contains the bones of a drowned person, and it will chase the breath of a stranger." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "Do you remember when this wine jar didn't chase you?"
Mu Sicheng was taken aback, he frowned and thought for a moment: "...I don't remember it very much, I feel that after I escaped, these wine jars would not care about me."
Bai Liu meditated: "Then your body should have been lost on the way out of Xitang. Apart from you looking back to save me, did anything strange happen in the middle?"
Mu Sicheng tried hard to recall: "...I don't remember clearly, it seems that I met some paper men, carrying something..."
Behind Bai Liu suddenly came a peculiar sound of footsteps stepping on confetti. The sound of footsteps stopped and sounded like something jumping down the stairs. Every sound was heavy and heavy. The sound of the foot landing sounded like walking slowly, but it was almost immediately close to Bai Liu's back.
The candlestick in Bai Liu's hand shook abruptly, and the fire was instantly blue and white. He quickly pulled Mu Sicheng into a tomb beside him, and hid sideways behind Mu Sicheng, covering the dim light of the candle with his hands together.
Under the very subtle candlelight, a pair of strong and blue hands jumped out of the damp and gloomy low tomb, with dark and sharp nails.
This hand jumped again, and finally revealed the body hidden behind the darkness. The one with these hands was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket and shorts with a yellow charm on his forehead.
This middle-aged man is tall and sturdy, his complexion is an abnormal blue-purple color, his lips are black, his eyes are sunken, and he stares straight ahead, his two long fangs stuck in his flesh, his knees are not at all. Beating forward while bending, an old yellow talisman appeared on his forehead, which seemed to fall from the beating at any time.
Bai Liu squinted at the yellow talisman for a while, and confirmed that the talisman painted on the yellow talisman was the corpse talisman in "Maoshan Witchcraft", which was used to refine the dead into corpses.
After being refined, the corpses can be driven by the person who draws the talisman, but at the same time, the person who draws the talisman will also be backlashed. Once the person who draws the talisman is angry and dying, these corpses will in turn eat the master.
Through the dust-stained mantle, one can vaguely see the middle-aged man zombie’s back with a big bone-in-depth opening, which was simply and roughly stitched up, but at first glance, it was stitched after death, and the stitched place can still be seen. The spine inside.
This big knife should be the fatal wound of this middle-aged man.
The zombie jumped extremely fast, and in just one shot, it jumped high in front of Bai Liu, but then a second zombie jumped out of the darkness behind.
This zombie looks about the same age as the previous one, both young and strong, and also has a big wound on its neck.
The zombie’s head was cut almost torn apart and was re-stitched up, but the stitcher’s craftsmanship was obviously not good. As the zombie’s neck cracked, his head fell to the side, and his black eyes were straight. He looked at the Bailiu and the others hidden in the shadow tomb.
The nose of the crooked-necked zombie moved twice. It seemed to smell the smell of a stranger, a glaring look appeared on the stiff face, and the raised hands turned around and jumped into the tomb passage.
Mu Sicheng's expression was tight in front of Bai Liu. Bai Liu hid behind Mu Sicheng's shoulders, hiding the candlestick behind him with one hand, and calmly covering his nose and mouth with the other.
The zombie tilted its head. It opened its mouth full of fangs, and approached Mu Sicheng's left neck with a grimace. After sniffing it twice, it seemed that it would bite down as soon as it smelled strangers. After Mu Sicheng had never touched a zombie so close, his hair stood on end, but he dared not move.
Bai Liu was hiding behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder, back to back with Mu Sicheng.
Zombies have poor eyesight and travel under the moon. They like to eat human blood. They rely on their sense of smell to find people. They like to sniff at places where people’s seven orifices are born. Therefore, the "Maoshan Witchcraft" records that if there are zombies in the area, you should Sleep face down so that when the zombies walk into the bed from door to door and sniff and bite, they won't find you.
The zombie sniffed Mu Sicheng's face carefully, and its crooked head faintly revealed confusion. It snarled its fangs viciously, turned around abruptly and leaned toward Mu Sicheng's left shoulder.
Bai Liu, who turned his back to the zombie, seemed to be able to see the zombie's movements. After moving a step, he hid behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder.
After going back and forth several times like this, the zombie finally got annoyed. It whispered in its mouth as if cursing something. It poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with its nail, and after confirming that the other party was a ghost, he turned his hands and left.
Mu Sicheng is almost the whole person, oh no, the ghost is going to collapse, leaning on Bai Liu's body, let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his face: "Finally left..."
"It's not over yet." Bai Liu's voice came from behind Mu Sicheng, "There should be five more, seven zombies in total."
As Bai Liu's voice just fell, a new zombie jumped out in front of Mu Sicheng. This new zombie was just like the previous zombie. He was very curious about Mu Sicheng who exuded vitality, and stuck out his fangs. The spy was boring and left.
After a while, another zombie jumped out, and then stretched out his head to sniff the vitality of Mu Sicheng's body. Bai Liu was born again and again, and through the flexible hiding of Mu Sicheng, he succeeded in making this zombie too. I thought that Mu Sicheng was just a ghost who was exuding anger not long after he died.
The zombie grunted and threatened Mu Sicheng with a few words, poked Mu Sicheng on the shoulder with his nails, and knocked him out.
Mu Sicheng couldn't understand the words of the zombie, but he inferred based on the expression of the zombie old man that the other party should be scolding him if he is not a human being.
Mu Sicheng: "..."
Although the fact seems to be true, it sounds like a curse.
This process was repeated six times in a row, except that the zombie at the beginning did not come to talk about Mu Sicheng, every zombies behind came to sniff Mu Sicheng, and some even took a bite of Mu Sicheng. Leave in disgust, and then wait until the next zombie repeats the process.
Mu Sicheng, who had two holes on both sides of his neck and face, was unlovable: "..."
Are you sharks! Can't you tell each other if a bite is not delicious! Have to come and bite me again!
But now Mu Sicheng finds that being a ghost is also good, he is not so afraid of these things.
Until the seven zombies passed in front of Bai Liu and the others, there was no more beating sound from the tomb passage. As soon as Mu Sicheng was about to probe to determine if there was anything behind him, Bai Liu held his figure behind him.
Bai Liu looked at the dark hallway: "There is still something to pass, there is a sound, don't go out."
Mu Sicheng held his breath for a long time and did not hear any sound, but his nose was always good, and he smelled a very greasy scent of incense candles.
Slowly, Mu Sicheng also heard a creaking sound, like the sound of someone walking on paper. It was fine and broken, but it was in the dark tomb. Reverberating back and forth, exceptionally clear.
Bai Liu's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked into the depths of the tomb. A little swaying orange light flickered like a ghost. The floating light on the river made people unable to see the distance, but he could actually feel close.
From a distance, the yellow fire got closer and closer, finally letting people see the true content hidden in the yellow fire.
Mu Sicheng saw countless high incense candles burning on a huge triangular copper incense burner, burning blazingly, sparks swaying everywhere, shining the entire tomb road like the daylight, and those who were carrying this incense burner were walking forward. Some paper people who were crushed about to deform.
Under the huge weight of the incense burner, the entire body of these paper men was squashed and deformed. The faces that were painted joyfully were also pressed into a strange expression of folds and stacks, and the clothes on their bodies were squeezed so that it was impossible to see the original painting. what.
The paper people carried the censer forward little by little, and from time to time, sparks floated down to ignite the paper people who were carrying the censer.
These paper men were ignited by sparks, and their bodies burned quickly. In the flames that burned them into a curled shape, Mu Sicheng really heard the strange laughter of these paper men in the dazzling fire.
"Hehe~"
"Hehe~"
The swaying incense burner and the burning paper man seemed to walk lightly and heavily in front of Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu. At the end of the procession carrying the incense burner was followed by a paper Taoist.
This paper Taoist is the most beautifully made paper man. His face is lifelike, his facial features are as delicate as a real person, he has black eyebrows and a long beard, and he has a square look. Only one pair of eyes has no beads, and there is no eyeball in the middle of the eye socket.
In addition, this paper Taoist is also covered with talisman paper. It has two fingers with one hand and crossed the top of the head, holding the golden bell in the hand, holding the peach sword in the other hand, pointing to the incense burner in front, and holding a pair of white ink without eyeballs. With texture eyes, the left foot took a step forward, and the right foot stepped forward and walked straight. The sound of walking on paper that Mu Sicheng had heard before was heard during the wide walk.
In such a weird scene, Mu Sicheng's courage, which was swollen just because he was a ghost, quickly retracted. He pulled Bai Liu's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "What is this... doing?"
Bai Liu looked at the paper Taoist: "The paper man drove the corpse."