Inside the He Mansion, it was more depressing and terrifying than what was seen from a distance outside. A few people stepped lightly over the tender grass on the ground and came to the house. The door of the house was wide open. There were no valuables, not to mention it was haunted, and no thief had the courage and leisure to go in and steal.
Shi Jin sneezed, rubbed his nose, and said, "This place is really spooky... Where are the ghosts? Don't you mean the ghosts here are not afraid of the sun and come out during the day? Find that sister and go!!"
Tang Zhuo hissed: "Don't make a sound. Listen."
A faint and slight cry came from all directions, surrounding them. This voice was like weeping, desperate and painful, and it was the voice of the dying souls of the He Fu who were dying when they were hanged, which made hair stand on end.
Tang Zhuo suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and fell backwards unsteadily, but Xun Ziyuan quickly supported him with his eyes and hands. Xuan Ziyuan asked in a low voice, "What's the matter." Tang Zhuo grabbed his arm and stood firm, rubbed his slightly aching temple, and said softly, "I... It seems that the fierce qi in my body is stimulated by the yin qi here, There's a riot again."
But this commotion came and went quickly, and after a while, the mind gradually became clearer. Seeing that Tang Zhuo was safe, Xuan Ziyuan summoned Yin Luan, and Yin Luan flew in a circle in the huge space, cutting off all the spider silks, but flying back to Xuan Ziyuan's hands without sticking to a speck of dust.
Shi Yichen opened his eyes wide and said, "This is..."
When I stepped forward, I saw that the walls in this house were full of talismans. The talisman, as the name suggests, is a spell used to suppress the undead to prevent the undead from causing chaos. According to the situation of He Fu, after the death of the whole He Fu family, people outside the Fu Fu used it to suppress the spirit of He Fu, but for some reason, even if the spells on the wall had no effect at all, the haunting still continued. uproar. The strange thing is, shouldn't these undead be superseded, why should they be suppressed in the opposite direction
It seems that this Hefu will not be as simple as rumored.
Miscellaneous footsteps continued to sound in the house. The more you go into this mansion, the more chaotic and harsh the ghost's screams are. The sunlight can no longer enter the house, and there is only darkness around, making it difficult to see. Suddenly, something shook and made a crisp crashing sound. Shi Jin cried out in the dark, "These bottles are moving again!!"
Suddenly, a dead face with sloppy pupils fell from the roof beam. Unfortunately, Tang Zhuo looked into her eyes. He was startled, and a cloud of black energy rushed towards the dead body to ward off evil spirits. The corpse slammed over the roof beam, was chased by the black air, jumped to the ground, and rushed towards the crowd!
Sword light swept up. There was a commotion from all around, and a thick yin qi rushed to the face. Shi Jin madly pressed the bottles that were madly trying to escape, and panicked: "These bottles seem to be stimulated by these dead ghosts! I'm almost out of control!!"
Tang Zhuo said: "Hold on for a while and we'll go out immediately!!"
Shi Jin said, "What is a little while—"
Suddenly there was a crisp sound. Those bottles were all cracked.
Shi Jin was knocked to the ground by a force of force, and he fell to the point where gold stars appeared in his eyes. The six Wucai boys jumped out and threw themselves on Shi Jin. Shi Jin resisted with a mocking wind and said, "I didn't kill you, what's the use of biting me???!"
A female ghost's fingernails skyrocketed and stabbed at Tang Zhuo. Tang Zhuo slashed with a sword, kicked it away, turned his head and said, "His Royal Highness, and this lord, stay there and don't move!"
Chonghua had already sat cross-legged in the corner, and Qi Heng was standing beside him with his sword in hand. Chonghua originally looked very energetic with one hand on his head, but when he heard the words, "Oh", he applauded and said, "Good fight."
Tang Zhuo wanted to reach out and take something out of his arms, but he didn't have time at all, so he said, "Ziyuan, please take out a drawn charm from my clothes!"
Xuan Ziyuan was stunned for a moment and drew down an ice wall. He reached out and touched Tang Zhuo's clothes, and sure enough he took out a spell. Tang Zhuo thanked him, grabbed it, squeezed a fire formula, and the talisman paper began to burn quickly.
A female ghost came. Tang Zhuo recited the formula silently and slapped it on the forehead.
The female ghost stagnated for a moment, but still grabbed it with one claw.
Tang Zhuo said in surprise: "??? How can it be useless?!"
Shi Jin was chased by the Wucai boys, running and shooting arrows, and said, "Big spoon, you must have taken it wrong??!"
Tang Zhuo said, "I've seen it right, it's a spell used to quell the souls of the dead!"
Xuan Ziyuan suddenly swept across with a sword, forcing all the undead back. Tang Zhuo pulled Xuan Ziyuan and said to the others: "There is a door here, go ahead and hide!"
The group retreated one after another, and Shi Jin dragged the Wucai boys in with sacks, closed the door, and locked them.
This is a huge room with straw on the floor, probably a warehouse or something. Shi Jin leaned against the door and sat down, wiping his sweat, while Wu Cai boy kicked and beaten in the sack. Shi Jin said: "The bottle is broken, what else can I put in these things? Dead children are more noisy than living children. The noise makes my brain hurt and I can't stand it anymore. Speaking of big spoons, what's the matter with your spell? Since the souls of the dead can't be suppressed, shouldn't those people have been killed?"
Tang Zhuo said: "But didn't the aunt say that those corpses were found and hanged to death? Could it be that a group of people suddenly broke into the mansion and forced them to hang themselves?"
To be honest, that doesn't seem possible. Those ghosts didn't die by suicide, that's a fact. Could it be that the He family had some enemies, forcing them to hang themselves collectively
Xuan Ziyuan said, "You can try the Resentment Talisman next time."
The emotions of the dead souls who have committed suicide are generally introverted, such as self-loathing and despair for the world. But the emotions of the revenant with resentment tend to be extroverted, such as disgust and hatred for others, and this resentment is even more pronounced in the revenant who was killed and died.
Tang Zhuo nodded. Shi Jin said: "No way?? And 'next time'???! Next time you go, don't look for me!"
Shi Yichen snorted coldly and said, "Then leave you alone here to accompany these sorcerer boys."
Shi Jin also snorted, spread his hands to Chong Hua and Qi Heng, who were sitting far away and thoughtfully, and said, "Who said I'm only one person? Don't think you can scare me! It's not that these two are watching. Are you a reliable big brother?"
Qi Heng looked over and smiled very kindly. Chonghua raised one hand and waved it, "I will not accompany you."
Shi Jin: "Hey!!!"
Whoops, it suddenly rained outside.
The house was in disrepair for a long time, the roof was broken in several places, and the rainwater poured in unimpeded. Xiao Hei volunteered and climbed up with some straws to mend the hole with his bare hands, but raindrops still dripped in through the cracks. Gradually, I felt a little cold. Tang Zhuo squeezed a fire tactic, and a fire rose on the ground. A little sleepy. Shi Jin fell asleep on the sack, and the boy Wu Cai was wriggling in the sack. Shi Jin seemed to use the sack as a massage tool.
Xuan Ziyuan sat on the side of the fire, Tang Zhuo leaned over and put his head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Xuan Ziyuan said expressionlessly, "Why are you leaning over here?"
Tang Zhuo said weakly, "I'm afraid."
"… "
While half asleep, Tang Zhuo was awakened by a slight rubbing sound. Tang Zhuo's sleep was already light, which was not unusual. He rubbed his eyes and changed his posture, feeling more comfortable. Opening his eyes slightly, Xuan Ziyuan was also sitting and falling asleep. He couldn't help staring at him for a long time. At this moment, his heart skipped a beat and he suddenly sat up and looked up. A ghost figure slipped in from the door and was standing in the room, as if thinking about something in a daze.
Exorcism flew out immediately. The ghost was startled and turned around to run. At this moment, a burst of frost pierced the ground, and Yinluan stopped in the air and slid across the sky, stopping the ghost.
Tang Zhuo suddenly felt guilty, suspecting that Xuan Ziyuan had woken up a long time ago, that he had been staring at him stupidly just now, didn't he have been discovered? ? Quickly shaking his head to shake off these embarrassing thoughts, he coughed lightly. The rest of the people were also awakened by the sound of fighting, and they woke up yoyo. That ghost can't go backwards, it can't go forward, it's even more dazed. Xuan Ziyuan said, "The lost ghost."
After some ghosts die in an unfamiliar place, their souls are separated from their bodies and go to find their own bodies. They gradually become "lonely ghosts", wandering around the place where they died in a daze. Chonghua said: "If you die in your own home, you won't become a lost ghost, so this ghost is not the He family."
Tang Zhuo said: "Indeed."
Shi Jin said, "So other people have died in this family???"
If the definition of "others" is someone other than a surname, such as a servant with a foreign surname, then it is impossible to become a lost ghost, because the servants work in the mansion and are familiar with the route of the mansion. Therefore, it could only be someone who is not so familiar with He Fu. The wandering range of the lost ghost is limited, and its corpse must be nearby.
The formation floating in mid-air disappeared. The lost ghost is very light, to put it concretely, like a cloud of misty smoke, so it went straight out of the door.
Following the lost ghost all the way, Shi Jin said, "I found out why it keeps spinning around in one place? When will I find my body when I walk like this??"
Tang Zhuo said: "It's right to go around. As long as you search within this range, you will definitely find the body."
Not much to say, just to do it, a few soldiers divided into several paths and began to search in the house. Occasionally encounter ghosts who come out to make trouble, and have no intention to fight. After a while, Xiao Hei shouted, "There is a door here, it's locked!"
Xuan Ziyuan slashed with one sword. The wooden door was pushed open, startling the room full of falling dust.
Chonghua slowly followed behind, holding his chest at the door and not going in, leaning over to look in through the gap between the group of people. I saw several coffins piled up on the ground. When they were pried open one by one, there was a white bone lying in each coffin. The lost ghost was overjoyed. He spun around in the air, got into a white bone and disappeared.
Shi Jin dragged the Wu Cai boy who was still struggling, his mouth widened, and said: "The people who died in the He family should have been buried long ago, why are there still coffins that have not been buried?"
Xiao Hei learned a lot along the way, and then said: "The ghost is attached to one of the bones, and that is its body! These people are not the He family, they are... they are... "
As he was talking, his mind suddenly couldn't turn his head. Tang Zhuo praised Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei smiled. Xuan Ziyuan took Xiao Hei's words and continued: "Are they people who died in the He Mansion or somewhere else, and their bodies were hidden here."