This group of people has been the head of the family for too long, and they have seen countless scenes, big and small, and they hold the right to speak in many things.
They haven't felt this mentality in years—tense, cramped, even a little overwhelmed.
The last time this happened was probably back when I was a teenager.
They suddenly began to rejoice that the ancient bell had just hit them, making them dizzy and turning over on their backs. That's an excellent excuse to explain the current situation...
- Explain why some of them staggered and stood stiffly, some were half-bent over to maintain the position they just got up from the ground, and some were frozen in place before they could even stand up.
I really forgot to move.
... also dare not move.
There are not many stupid people present, and a few things can come to a conclusion.
Which puppet master in the world can hold back the great formation set up by the hundreds of families with a stretch of his fingers, and even Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin are stopped a few feet away from the puppet line, and should they not approach
What kind of puppet master is it, who can lift a few cages and let the line of the Shen family soar in place, like a rocket, from the bottom of the famous tree to the next step to the sky
If it were just these two conditions, they might be able to struggle and come up with other answers. What about the fact that Ancestor Bu Ning also happened to be resurrected at this point in time
Which puppet master's name can appear in the same place and in the same event as Ancestor Bu Ning
Only when you smell it.
According to rumors, there are top puppet masters who can suppress and control twelve giant battle puppets at the same time, and do not even need to be bound by chains. When he died in the world, he was also twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, which was almost the same as the young man with his eyes down and his puppets tied.
No wonder the line dance in the Shen family where all members died reached the top and no new names appeared.
People's names are already in it, right at the front.
It's no wonder that when Zhang Zhengchu asked, "Are you Shen Qiao's apprentice", the other party replied "no".
They are indeed not apprentices, but ancestors.
And they actually called it so many times with the left sentence "later life" and the right one "after birth".
As long as they think of this, they can't wait to drill into the ground along the crack. But now they can't care to dig into the ground, because there is still a person in front of them...
This person can make the golden-winged Dapeng bird that winds in the sky obediently follow him. He can pull the opponent's puppet line when Wen Shihanmang's sharp blades are fully opened, and he can add another force, as if he is using his own things.
the most important is…
He has no puppet lines.
What he used was the top-level thing in the puppet technique, which could let all the people in the formation within a hundred miles of the circle be exhausted, and the spirits and spirits suddenly relaxed. implicated.
So when they heard the time and broke the formation, they only heard the bell and the Sanskrit sound, but they didn't feel anything, and they couldn't do anything.
This kind of puppet technique is strong and precise, and the coercion is not sharp and straight. It is like being wrapped in a sea of pine fog and clouds. It would be fine if they were controlling more than a dozen children, the elderly, or the infirm, but none of the people present were ordinary people.
And when this person did this, he didn't use his own puppet line at all.
Even in the legend, there is only one such person, one who is unbelievable and has to be believed.
…
This is the root cause of the people present who dare not move.
The silence for a moment was pulled for a very long time. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like a hundred years had passed.
The first thing to break the dead silence was the voice of a person who suddenly appeared near the eye of the formation.
-The younger generations who were sent to various places had no idea what happened in the center of the formation, only that the formation stone they were responsible for burying was broken into smoke and dust, and many people opened a formation door on the spot , hurried home to the Lord, wanted to find out, and wanted to know what they should do next.
As a result, as soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw the embarrassed appearance of the elders and elders, and he was even stunned.
"What's going on?!" Wu Wenkai, a junior from the Wu family who was previously sent away, shouted in surprise, and hurriedly stepped out of the gate and went straight to the place where the head of the family, Wu Yin, was. people.
Each family has a place to go, only the younger Zhang family fell into the formation and looked around, but they didn't find the person they expected.
"Where's the old man?" they asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, what about the old man?"
Several juniors of the Wu family were supporting the head of the family, Wu Yin. Her relatives and grandsons were most worried. They carefully checked the places and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Hearing the questions of the Zhang family, they scanned around and looked shocked: "Yes, where is the old man from the Zhang family?"
Wu Yin shook her head and did not answer immediately. He just grabbed the hand of his pro-grandson who patted the dust, and stared straight ahead.
Her hand was so painful that her grandson was clenched by her. Feeling that something was wrong, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
It's not just her, almost every family is like this.
So the juniors followed their gazes and looked forward.
Among them, there are not a few people who have heard the name "Xie Wen", but there are very few who have actually met face to face, and even fewer have heard it. Only one man murmured in the suddenly permeating silence.
Some people turned to look at the source of the sound.
The man was of medium height, with dark skin, and looked like a lean monkey in the darkness. It was none other than Dadong, who had helped Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin before, and chased after them into the cage of Sanmidian.
He was also one of the people who came here from Zhang's family, but he didn't enter the squad, but went directly to a nearby rest station with the juniors in the same car, and it was only then that he came here for the first time.
He didn't find Zhang Zhengchu, who was in charge of the Zhang family, so he walked towards Zhang Lan habitually. In the process, he glanced forward across the silhouette and saw Xie Wen and Wen Shi, who was full of puppet lines.
He actually realized that something was wrong, but his mouth was faster than his brain, and he almost blurted out: "This is not the Shen family—"
I don't know how many people stared at him.
Dadong felt weird almost immediately. But because of his face, he paused for a while, but he pretended to be calm and continued to walk towards Zhang Lan, and finished his words: "—Is it Chen Shi's apprentice?"
It's just that the sound is getting weaker and weaker.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone whispering quietly: "He should not be surnamed Chen, his surname is Wen..."
Dadong stumbled on the spot, and only stabilized by holding on to his companion who was one step ahead of him.
He held the other party motionless and digested it for two seconds, and finally understood the meaning of "surname Wen".
"impossible."
He responded reflexively.
But after returning, he realized that the person who was talking to him was not a reckless person, but the head of the Wu family, a person who had a calm personality and never spoke indiscriminately.
The old lady's voice was very soft, but the surroundings were so quiet that she heard everything she should have heard.
That sentence was like boiling oil into water, causing a huge earthquake with a "hum".
Together with the horrors that the previous Patriarchs tried to suppress, they exploded together.
Dadong's heart was beating hard and fast.
His eyes were already straight, but he still retorted slowly in his mind. He wanted to say that I had been in the cage with them. If it was the old ancestor whose surname was Wen, he would definitely be incompatible with other people. But he and another apprentice of the Shen family and Xie Wen got along very well, and at first glance they were together. If he is the ancestor of the puppet art... Then thank you for asking? !
The discussion stopped suddenly, and part of the eyes focused on Wu Yin again.
Only then did Dadong react, and he just accidentally asked that sentence. And Wu Yin's lips were opened and closed, and she just said "He is..." and the voice disappeared suddenly, as if her throat was too dry for a while.
But everyone saw the trembling movement between her lips and recognized the three words.
That is…
No dust.
Grandfather, no dust.
So all the reactions came back to nothingness, it was the real silence, so silent that even the wind forgot to move.
The juniors finally understand why there is such a silent scene here, because no one knows what to say...
call someone
What is it called.
For thousands of years, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one has ever really said the title of "Patriarch". That is a taboo, avoid it, and can't say it anymore.
And after all, they knew the etiquette, and no one would call the name "Chen Dao" in person.
Dare not, impossible.
It is even more impossible for them to omit this step and speak directly, because every sentence related to this ancestor has precisely crushed the minefield—
Why are you here? Shouldn't it be sealed away from reincarnation forever
Did someone save you? Has the Great Sealing Array loosened and failed
Are you dead, or are you really alive
What do you want to do this time around
…
Regardless of seniority, age, or age, none of the people present had really come into contact with "Duchenbu", and all they knew about their ancestors came from the generations passed down by their ancestors, from those books and legends.
Those repeatedly described scenes and images always make people connect him with evil spirits and evil spirits. They can't imagine the specific appearance, they just feel terrifying and disgusting.
But the person in front of them is far from what they imagined, the difference is simply heaven and earth.
Faced with such a person, they really can't ask the words circling in their minds. At least those who have just witnessed all the changes in the array can't ask.
The elders and patriarchs didn't speak, and the juniors didn't even know where to start.
So the two sides formed a delicate confrontation.
The reason why it is subtle is because there are many people in Wuwuyangyang on one side, and there are only a few people on the other side, and the side with a large number of people actually has the disadvantage.
This was also unexpected for Wen Shi.
From the moment he closed the puppet line, his attention fell on the people on the opposite side. The words "I have a bad temper" were engraved on his face, and the line in his hand did not restrain his coercion. The previous Sanskrit sounds raised his anger to the top.
As long as anyone on the opposite side says something unpleasant, he will ask the descendants to go as far as possible.
As a result, the group of people just stared at them with different expressions, and did not utter a single syllable.
As soon as Xie Wen lifted his feet, they took two steps backwards, like a frightened swarm of bees. The two groups of people were even more distinct. The Chu River and the Han boundary in the middle were artificially widened by a few feet because of the two steps just now.
This scene overlapped with a scene from a thousand years ago, Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, and he looked down at himself.
There is no black mist overflowing from the sky, nor is the grass under his feet withered.
These people are just conditioned reflexes.
Xie Wen laughed dumbly, didn't look at them any more, and walked straight to Zhang Lan, only to find that there was another person beside Zhang Lan who was stepping on the Chuhe Han world and wanted to avoid but didn't.
He is not very tall and his legs are not long, so his posture is a bit funny.
Wen Shi followed with a cold face, and was stunned when he saw him.
Behind him, Zhou Xu had already said, "Da Dong?"
Dadong watched the group of people approach, and his anger was almost gone. Hearing Zhou Xu's familiar hoarse voice, like a life-saving straw, he uttered a changed tone: "Ang..."
Xie Wen glanced at his legs and feet: "Why don't you run?"
His tone was joking, but it made the lines of his lips pursed when he smelled even paler and straighter.
Zhou Xu, the life-saving straw of the Dadong Dynasty, took a few more glances and wanted to say that I was going to run, but when it came to the juncture, I just didn't lift my foot. Because he looked at the abruptly expanding dividing line and saw everyone's habitual and unavoidable reactions, he suddenly felt a little chilly.
His nerves are comparable to the barrel of a cannon, and he has lived rough for more than 20 years. This is the first time he has such an idea, and he feels that this clear-cut scene is a bit dazzling. He thought that as someone who had been in the cage with Wen Shi and Xie Wen, if he followed to avoid it, it would be too bad.
But still afraid...
As long as he thinks about how many times he has called the person in front of him "sick", he will die.
In this state of suffocation, he swallowed and murmured, "You...you rescued me, in the cage."
Thank you for raising your eyebrows.
Once he opened this mouth, he became much smoother: "More than once, when the fire came over, the golden-winged Dapeng bird suddenly blocked."
"—The phantom of the wings." Lao Mao added the same stern face as Wen Shi, and added rigorously.
"Yes, anyway, that's not something I can do." Dadong said, "I'm far behind, I don't have the ability."
When he came out of the cage in Sanmidian, he would always think of that scene, think and ponder over and over again, and sometimes he would become stunned when he thought about it. Of course, he fantasized about his hidden talents, which were aroused in times of crisis, and then shocked everyone. But he actually knew better than anyone else that even Dao Xuying was far beyond his ability.
That is, someone rescued them and put the credit on him, and he has yet to find a chance to say thank you.
He should say thank you, but he is used to being rough and frizzy, and he is not a polite person with a good temper. He always passes this sentence in other ways. He has never said it a few times in his life. , When asked about Xie and Wen, he couldn't say anything.
So Dadong was embarrassed and scratched his head for a long time, only to think of a less reckless expression.
It was an ancient ritual that he learned at the beginning of practicing puppetry with his master. As a quick-tempered young man, he always felt that the movements were inappropriate in modern situations, so he never did it properly.
Today was the first time, he bowed to Xie Wen and Wen Shi, and gave a strange and serious gift.
"you… "
This time, when I heard it, I was really stunned.
But before he could react, Dadong had already bounced like a monkey, moved away from them as if his butt was on fire, ran behind Zhou Xu, grabbed the only person he dared to grab, and calmed his heartbeat.
"I'm fucking dying..." Dadong whispered to Zhou Xu.
Zhou Xu glanced at the hand on his arm silently, "Oh", pretending to be a wolf with a big tail to comfort him: "No, they don't eat people."
Dadong shrank his head and looked around again, and said, "Where is the ancestor of Bu Ning? I can't count him, where is the spirit?"
Zhou Xu dragged his voice "Um-", thinking that this is really a wonderful question: "How do I want to tell you..."
Before he could explain to Dadong, Zhang Lan, who had been standing in the open space for a long time, suddenly shuddered and coughed in the wind.
She coughed until her face was flushed, and the blood rushed to the top without stopping, as if she had to cough up her internal organs or something else. When she finally stood up, she glanced at Xie Wen and Wen Shi in embarrassment, and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, only to realize that there was a faint layer of blood on it.
"I..." Zhang Lan's voice was already hoarse.
She swallowed the taste of blood in her mouth and wanted to explain her previous actions, but she opened her mouth and found that she couldn't explain it.
She just stared blankly at the blood stain on the back of her hand, and rubbed it hard for a long time until the skin was redder than the blood stain, and her fingers were shaking.
"Look up." Wen Shichong said to her.
Zhang Lan raised his head, but his fingers were still rubbing the blood. She was a little confused, and hurriedly opened her mouth: "Ya Lin and I are planning to go back to Zhang's house when you fall asleep, not to do anything, just to feel old..."
She habitually wanted to say "Old man", but seeing the blood on her fingers stuck again, she paused and said, "I thought something would happen to them, so I still wanted to tell them. As a result, I went downstairs and saw that it was right here. "
Wen Shi stared at her eyes, then glanced at Xie Wen, raised his hand and tapped her forehead with the base of his palm.
Neither light nor heavy, Zhang Lan was shocked, closed his eyes, and stopped rubbing his fingers.
When she opened it again, her eyes finally settled.
"I'm doing something." Wen Shi lowered his hand.
Zhou Xu suddenly remembered something and interjected: "Is it because of the talisman water? It's the one who used talisman water to point his forehead when he met the owner of the house when he was a child."
Dadong's talent is average, and he never received this kind of treatment when he was a child. But he heard a few powerful peers mention it, and he has always been impressed. The last time he saw Wen Shi knocking on the forehead of the Shen family girl in the cage of Sanmidian, he still felt familiar. Just didn't respond for a while.
Now that Zhou Xu mentions it like this, it seems to have the same meaning.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not because of that."
Wen Shi and Xie Wen turned to look at the past, and she repeated: "It's not because of that, Ya Lin and I didn't understand when we were young, but we'll see you when we're older... I saw him order it for others. Ya Lin learns puppet arts, so it's easy to read books, We also know a thing or two about the old-fashioned meditation technique. We thought about whether it might be related to the meditation, so we went to explore it. The children who were touched by the talisman were not unusual, and there were no signs or traces of puppets. On the contrary, the spiritual aspect will be more stable and the energy will be more abundant."
In the words of the older generation, it means that the spiritual orifices are more open. Like many blessing and power-assisted spells, there is no fault.
What's more, if something goes wrong, the elders of other families are the first to refuse.
Just because of that suspicion, Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin had a subtle sense of guilt towards their grandfather Zhang Zhengchu for a long time. So in many things later, they are always more inclined to believe him.
Over time, this mentality has become a compulsive habit unconsciously. Even some of the details that flashed by later are really questionable, and they will skip it subconsciously.
But human instinct is to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage. Therefore, the sisters and brothers slowly secured the Zhang family's right to speak and expanded their connections with each family, so that Zhang Zhengchu would not be disturbed by major or small matters.
In the end, he still couldn't escape.
What Zhang Zhengchu used for them was a very simple kind of puppet art. It's not a great skill, it's better than leaving no traces, and it can be buried when people's defenses are low, often associated with a certain action, a certain sentence, or a certain memory.
The effect of what is buried in this way is actually very insignificant, and it can only affect ordinary people who are unstable. So the more powerful people are, the less they will take these things seriously.
But if it was buried many times from childhood to adulthood... that would be another result.
In fact, without saying anything, Zhang Lan also knew that he was being manipulated, just when he coughed and vomited blood.
She just had a lingering thought, just in case. After all, they are grandfathers and grandsons. After all, they lost their parents when they were young, and Zhang Zhengchu watched them grow up.
"...Ya Lin may be influenced a bit more than me." Zhang Lan said, "After all, he is the next head of the family. Sometimes he has to go to the back room, and he is the one who goes there."
She paused, remembered and said, "He had been there once before coming to Tianjin."
I stayed in Zhang Zhengchu's house for a long time.
She also wanted to say "don't blame him" to Wen Shi and Xie Wen, but she swallowed her words without saying anything. Because she found that she was neither qualified nor in a position to say this.
Zhang Zhengchu was her grandfather. It was she and Zhang Yalin who saw that he was not a ghost or a ghost. It was she and Zhang Yalin who intervened and caused him to run away.
Among the Zhang family present, she is the only one who can call the shots. She was silent for a moment, then said with a pale face: "Ya Lin and I are self-righteous and oversighted first. Anyway, the Zhang family will give an explanation. I will first apologize for my grandfather...for him."
"Don't rush to replace it." Xie Wen's tone was very light, and he couldn't hear any anxiety that made people run away. "You may not be able to replace it."
Zhang Lan raised his eyes in amazement, not understanding what he meant.
Xie Wen didn't explain much to her, just turned his head to look at Zhou Xu, and said to Zhang Lan, "Your house may have to open the door to welcome guests."
Even at this time, his tone of speech was polite and with an irresistible coercion.
Zhang Lan was stunned.
It wasn't until she saw Zhou Xu nodded in response, and put a handful of stones into her palm. Only then did he understand what the other party meant.
She hurriedly said: "This family can't open the front door."
Zhou Xu turned to look at her.
These words are too much like maintenance and refutation, and Zhang Lan hurriedly added: "Really, the location of this family's house was carefully selected by the ancestors, and it occupies an excellent position. In Feng Shui, it is a natural situation that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Moreover, the ancestors of all dynasties have buried the battle for the family, and it is inevitable that someday trouble will occur, and the family will suffer. Therefore, the gate of the battle cannot be opened to the home. Zhou Xu must know this—”
As she said that, she turned her head and glanced at the large army of hundreds of people: "This is not a lie, everyone knows this, otherwise why would they choose to take the lane when they go to their home?"
Zhou Xu nodded, but still bent down and placed the stone formation on the ground.
When he put it down, his left hand subconsciously pressed the cuff of his right hand, as if he was wearing a long gown with wide sleeves.
Dadong originally followed him step by step, but when he saw him rolling up his sleeves and calmly and calmly placing the stone formations, he was so proficient in placing it as if he had placed it thousands of times, and his expression went wrong on the spot.
"Zhou, Zhou Xu?" He called out like a mosquito.
When the voice fell, the twelve formation stones were placed. Zhou Xu stood up straight and gave Zhang Lan a gentle nod: "It's disturbing."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and slapped the void above the formation stone lightly—
In an instant, a gust of wind rose from the ground! A huge vortex was formed horizontally at the place he photographed.
The thick black pumped out from the center of the vortex, and in the blink of an eye it became a bottomless gate. No one could see where the gates lead, but they could hear the sound of explosions coming from the depths of the vortex.
There were eight consecutive sounds, and Zhang Lan's face was bloodless and stunned.
Even more bloodless is Dadong.
He stared at the turbulent gate with his mouth open, then turned to look at Zhou Xu, and after a long time he asked tremblingly, "Ancestor Bu, Bu Ning?"
Zhou Xu nodded and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
He made a gesture to Xie Wen and Wen Shi again, and said, "Master and junior brother, I am advanced."
After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked into the gate.
Dadong called out "Wori" and was in a dilemma, and Yi Mengzi also plunged in.
The gust of wind from the gate made people's hair messy, and it also blew more than a hundred people behind them, staggering and turning their horses on their backs. When smelling the wind, he squinted to look at them, and suddenly felt that the fingers hanging by his side were being held.
"gone."
Xie Wen took him, bowed his head and entered the gate.
Xia Qiao and Lao Mao followed. When entering the gate, Xiao Qiao couldn't help but worry: "What if the old man doesn't go back to his home?"
Wen Shi: "He received offerings there, does he want to die if he doesn't go back there?"
This is the instinct of all living creatures, and Hui Gu is no exception.
"Then will he have run away?" Xiaoqiao was still worried.
But I heard Xie Wen answer in front: "Can't run, there are people in Ningzhou."
***
Ningzhou, the Zhang family home compound.
In the back room where Zhang Zhengchu lived, the night wind was blowing, with the doors and windows swung open and wide, as if some invisible living thing was breathing silently in the room.
Suddenly, a dog bark came from somewhere, breaking the silence of the night.
In the blink of an eye, a thin mist gathered in the courtyard, with a damp and strange smell, as if it came from the underground of Huangquan.
The door of the hall collided suddenly, and through the gap, you could vaguely hear the sound of water splashing inside. It was as if some liquid was spreading down the ground.
It was like someone's shadow came to life, and a large piece of ink slid from the hall to the back, and then slid into the bedroom along the crack of the door.
The huge bedroom floor immediately turned into a deep black swamp, and the flat surface of the swamp suddenly bulged, slowly turning into a human face. The face was extremely old, the lines on the corners of the mouth were stiff and pulled down, and there were thick or light age spots hidden in the folds.
The face sticks out of the ground, then the neck, then the hands and feet...
It was Zhang Zhengchu.
He crawled on the ground, busy for a while, and then pulled out another person from the depths of the quagmire. The man's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he fell silently.
The moonlight outside the window passed through the gap and the glass, and fell on the ground, reflecting the shadows of the two people. They melted together like two drops of ink-colored water.
After a long while, one of them tilted his head a few times and stuck his head out, writhing for a while like a snake shedding its skin.
He got up from the ground, and the shadow was drawn thin and long by the light. He walked past the lattice shadow of the window lattice, and rummaged in the house for a while, making a light tinkling sound.
It didn't take a moment for the thin white smoke of the incense burner to seep from the gaps in the doors and windows.
The figure fell to the ground again, walking around the circle of more than ten incense burners, greedily sniffing the smoke from the incense burner.
When the blue smoke entered the body, the sky above the Zhang family's home suddenly rose, and the electric light was wrapped in the thick cloud layer, winding horizontally from the horizon, covering the entire sky, shrouding the old house in it.
At the moment when the bright color flashed, a pale face faintly appeared in the blue smoke. He narrowed his eyes, approached the incense burner, and glanced up again when the lightning struck.
That's... Zhang Yalin's face.
Then came thunder and thunderstorms.
The figure took a long breath of the cigarette, let out a weak but comfortable sigh, and raised his head high. The quagmire of thick black fog surging in his sighs.
Suddenly, the ground of the huge house shook violently. It was as if someone had hit him hard with a jack from the bottom up.
The wooden shelf of agarwood swayed under the heavy blow, and fell to the ground together with the antiquities books hidden on it.
The figure on the ground was startled, dormant and stalemate under the sudden movement, not moving.
The second slam followed closely.
For a time, hundreds of insects moved within a radius, and living creatures scurried. Slender cracks began to appear on the walls and ground of Zhang's main house, and the powder dust rolled down from the height of the beams.
And then the third hit!
Fourth time!
…
After eight consecutive sounds, the sound of wind suddenly sounded in the void. As if someone forcibly shattered the barrier, tearing a door between heaven and earth.
The moment the person lying on his stomach heard the wind, he twisted his neck and folded his hands and feet.
The swamp on the ground suddenly swelled, and under the cover of the billowing black mist, he was about to dig into the ground, trying to change his position.
In the flash of calcium carbide, there were two beast roars from the sky, overlapping on the ground at the same time, shaking the sky.
The two blue-white phantoms dashed at a very fast speed, like stars falling straight to the ground, with the wind in the sky, stepping through the high door of Zhang's house with one palm, falling on the left and the right. On the side of the Taoist figure, he cut off the other party's escape route.
The two giant beasts were like tigers but not tigers, their bodies were as white as frost and snow, their four claws stepped on the flowing flames, and the fiery flames shot up from the soles of their feet, gilding the edges of every fur with a layer of golden red.
Half of their faces are majestic, half of them are only withered bones, half-life and half-dead, with a five-point ghostly appearance, but they are imposing. The chain on his body was hanging loose, and every step he took was a sonorous sound of gold and stone.
Their names are engraved on the chains: Summons.