At this time, the waiter who slaughtered the "lamb" had already walked out of the kitchen with another person carrying a huge tray.
The warlock of the Mirror Division who was dragged away by the waiter a few minutes ago had not only been roasted into a golden color, but also cut into countless cubes. The warlock's head was placed in the middle of the tray, and the oil oozing from the skin was slowly flowing down the eye sockets of the head. At first glance, it looked like the roasted head was still crying silently.
After the two waiters brought the tray to the table where the three of us were sitting, they said "please" and retreated respectfully.
The three of us looked at the "roasted lamb" that was emitting a strange aroma. Lin Jingyuan raised his hand and swept all the "roasted lamb" to the ground. A piece of grease-covered white paper immediately appeared under the tray.
Lin Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "The evidence has finally come out."
When I looked down at the paper, I saw bright red writing on it. I read it quickly and couldn't help but frown.
That passage tells a very simple story. The general content of the story is: Several travelers walked into an extremely strange inn. After they entered the door, they found that what they wanted would automatically come true. No matter what they asked for, the innkeeper could do it immediately. Finally, one of the travelers asked to eat a "two-legged sheep" in order to test whether the innkeeper was a human or a ghost, which resulted in a bloody fight in the inn. Someone was slaughtered alive by the innkeeper as a lamb, and the body was made into a "roasted lamb" and served on the table because of a guest's words, but his roasted head suddenly opened his eyes...
When I suddenly looked towards the head, I saw that its eyes were wide open, staring in the direction of a Hellgate Warlock.
When I moved my gaze, the camp of the Hellgate Warlocks had already made way for an open space, and the head's gaze just happened to fall on the wall through the gap in the crowd.
I asked with great interest, "What does Hall Master Lin want to tell me?"
Lin Jingyuan said: "We encountered a blood book in the ghost realm. As long as someone writes a story in blood, no matter how absurd the story is, it will be performed in the ghost realm. Even if there are any deviations in the middle, it will be corrected by a mysterious force and continue to develop according to the plot written in the story."
I looked at Lin Jingyuan quietly and said, "Did you discover these things after entering the ghost realm? It seems that you haven't been in here for long?"
Lin Jingyuan said: "I have already said at the beginning that the information sent by the Xuan Jingsi assassins from the ghost realm is all false. However, the information sent by four assassins was written in blood."
"The Fengtang of Xuanjing Division has a special rule that all important intelligence must be written and delivered with special ink. One reason is that no one can copy the ink of Xuanjing Division, which ensures the accuracy of the intelligence; the other reason is that without a secret method, no one can see what the Fengtang disciples have written."
"In the past, Fengtang thought that the information written by the four disciples was just fake news. They only mentioned it briefly in the information and passed it over without attracting any attention. Now it seems that the information of the four disciples is the most valuable. They all expressed the same meaning, that the most terrifying thing in the ghost domain is the blood letter."
I looked up at Lin Jingyuan and said, "Don't tell me that Fengtang disciples always carry a few special pens."
Lin Jingyuan waved to a person behind him, and that person came up without hesitation, put his right hand in front of me, stretched and grasped it a few times, and then separated his five fingers. Then he grabbed his right index finger with his left hand and gently pulled it upwards, and actually pulled half of his finger off, revealing a pen core inside.
If he hadn't demonstrated it, I wouldn't have been able to tell from the color of his finger or its flexibility that he had a fake finger. The Xuanjing Division's accomplishments in mechanical engineering were indeed unique.
In front of me, the man wrote a few times on the table with the pen on his finger, then he pulled out a dagger, chopped off his finger that had been transformed into a pen, and stepped aside with his hands hanging.
Only then did I notice that there was no trace of writing on the table where the man had written. The communication of Xuanjing Sifengtang is indeed unique.
Lin Jingyuan said: "Once the Fengtang disciples reveal the location of the message pen, they will abandon it. I'm sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Wu."
That person must have a pen on him, and it is definitely not hidden in his hand. Otherwise, this person would be useless and would have no value in the future.
While speaking, Lin Jingyuan took out a porcelain bottle and dropped a few drops of medicine on the table. Four words immediately appeared on the bottle - "Ignorant and Uninformed".
When the man was writing just now, I was watching his gestures, and he did write this content.
Lin Jingyuan said slowly: "The Fengtang's communication disciples never control the potion that can reveal words, which ensures that even they themselves cannot reveal the content of the communication."
I said in a deep voice: "In that case, please continue."
Lin Jingyuan said: "When I sought cooperation, I once said that both of us had lost all our fortune tellers. The reason why several of them died for no reason was because of the story written in the blood letter."
While Lin Jingyuan was talking, he placed a piece of paper on the table. When I looked down at it, murderous intent unconsciously appeared in my eyes.
What was written on the blood letter was very simple, which was: the ghost realm did not allow fortune tellers, and no matter which fortune teller entered the ghost realm, he would be torn into pieces.
I said in a deep voice: "Who wrote this?"
Lin Jingyuan said bluntly: "The blood letter was written by Madam Sun Wu. Madam Wu, is it time to say something?"
Sun Xiaomei came out and said, "Not long after I entered the ghost realm, I saw a vermilion brush pressing down on a piece of white paper on the ground. At that time, my only thought was to pick it up. It sounds ridiculous, but I really couldn't resist the magic of the brush at the time. I just wanted to pick it up, as if as long as I held the brush, it would be like holding my own life."
Sun Xiaomei continued, "When I picked up the pen, it was as if a voice in the dark told me to write a story. It didn't matter what I wrote. As long as I wrote it, it would become a reality in the ghost realm. But I didn't know how to write stories, and people were coming over nearby, so I quickly wrote down a paragraph."
I said in a deep voice: "You want to kill me, right? Then why don't you just write my name?"
"I couldn't write it." Sun Xiaomei said without disguising, "I tried several times but couldn't write it. But after I changed your name to 'Fortune Teller', I was able to write it."
"When I finished writing that paragraph, the red pen and the blood letter disappeared from my sight. And then..."
When Sun Xiaomei said this, she subconsciously looked at Lin Jingyuan, who then continued, "Later, all the fortune tellers we brought with us were turned into minced meat. They were inexplicably chopped into meat paste by some force in the face of public outrage."
After Lin Jingyuan waved his hand, someone took out two plastic bags from the corner of the hall and placed them in front of me. They opened the bags, and a strong and pungent smell of blood immediately rushed out.
I took a look at the corpse in my pocket that looked like minced meat, and couldn't help but be slightly moved - the masters of Xuan Jing Division and Hell Gate added up to more than two dozen, it was impossible for them not to allocate some manpower to protect the fortune teller.
It is not difficult to launch a sneak attack and retreat after one strike when surrounded by experts, but it is almost impossible to chop someone into meat paste and then leave calmly.
In ancient times, there was a kind of punishment called "醢刑", also known as "菹醢", which was to chop the body into "醢" (i.e. meat paste). According to legend, this punishment was created by King Zhou of Shang to deal with Jiuhou, but it can also be used on living people. If you want to implement "醢刑", it is impossible without someone holding a huge axe or a long knife and chopping repeatedly for several hours.
How could the masters of both sides watch the Master of Destiny being killed and remain indifferent? Unless they could not stop it.
Lin Jingyuan waved away the man who was carrying the body and continued, "After the two fortune tellers were killed, the blood letter written by the Fifth Madam automatically appeared near the body, and we guessed the truth from that."
"I originally thought that Mr. Wu could no longer enter the ghost realm, but I didn't expect to meet him again here, so I asked Mr. Wu for cooperation."
I looked at Lin Jingyuan and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Lin Jingyuan said, "It is rumored that Mr. Wu has unparalleled ghost eyes and can see the past and the future. What we want to do is to ask him to infer the location of the red pen. Only if we find the red pen first, can we break out of the situation. Am I right?"
I stood up and said, "I still say the same thing. I don't want to cooperate with anyone for the time being. Besides, I don't believe everything you say. You arrived an hour earlier than me. This time is enough for you to come up with a good story for me. I don't want to fall into someone else's story and become an actor acting for you."
Lin Jingyuan could not help but frown, but Duan Yunfei said angrily: "Wu Zhao, you are too ungrateful! Master Lin even showed you the secret method of Xuanjing Sifeng Hall, isn't that enough to show our sincerity?"
I looked at Duan Yunfei: "Speaking of sincerity, what I want to ask is, who wrote this blood letter on the table? You don't know, right?"
"This..." Duan Yunfei was stunned for a moment, "I will naturally find that person."
It was understandable that Duan Yunfei could not recognize the handwriting of the blood letter for a while. Warlocks rarely have the opportunity to write, and they have many people under their command, so it is difficult to recognize who wrote the text at first glance.
They were able to find Sun Xiaomei earlier because her handwriting showed the unique feminine grace at a glance, but there were only two women in their current team.
I looked at Duan Yunfei with a half-smile: "If you really want to find the person who wrote the story, I can give you a reminder."
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Thank you Doudou for the reward! (To be continued)