The sky was very dark, and the Huangjia Tulou, which was originally dark, was like a dark night under this kind of sky.
Qin Ye slowly walked downstairs, and when he appeared, everyone was stunned, then raised their heads and looked at him.
"You... still alive?" An old man closest to him stood up tremblingly on crutches, his voice was fluttering, his face was shocked: "Two days... Two days before the Winter Clothes Festival, you... you haven't die!"
"It's impossible..." On the other side, Huang Xiaoqing also came over, her throat twitched slightly, and her hand holding the railing turned dead white: "It's been two days... You're not dead yet? You... even went Second floor?"
"How is that possible?" "No one has ever been able to survive... two days..." "How could..."
All the villagers came over. Qin Ye took his time to pick up his phone and looked at it.
Eight in the morning.
"Nothing is impossible." Putting away the phone, he looked at everyone calmly: "I want to know... where is Huang Jiansen."
This sentence made the boiling crowd instantly quiet. After a long time, Huang Xiaoqing leisurely lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said lightly: "Dead."
died
Qin Ye's brows furrowed again. According to his thoughts, Huang Jiansen is the head of the village, a person who is familiar with everything in the entire village. He is most likely to become that heinous soul. However, he died
How can this be
"He... how did he die?" Qin Ye looked at Huang Xiaoqing in disbelief: "According to the county annals, he lived for more than three hundred and forty years, how could he possibly die?"
"I'm afraid you read it wrong." The old man who had been lying on the rattan chair before coughed and said, "Huang Jiansen... In the history of Huangjia Village, this name appeared four times. It was the same name. It was the first time. The second village head. The last time was the current village head. Do you think he lived for more than a thousand years?"
Qin Ye was silent.
Is it the same name... He raised his head and glanced at everyone on the scene: "I want to know everything about his life, what can I do?"
The old man laughed. His eyes were very calm, very calm, as if life and death were no longer in his heart. He shook the palm fan gently in the winter, and said like a dead man: "If it is another time, there is no way. But... Now it's the Winter Clothes Festival."
"One week before the Winter Clothes Festival in 1999, Huang Jiansen... hanged in that room." He pointed to the top of his head: "204, if you're not afraid of death... just go up and try..."
204 What... Qin Ye nodded and walked towards the second floor again.
The more the decryption of this "game" is, the more clues there are, and after the second day, he has more initiative.
204... Walking along the second floor, he finally saw room 204, not only the windows, but also the door was nailed. He punched open the wooden plank blocking the door, and a rancid smell of years rushed out immediately.
Huangjia Tulou, so far, he has not seen any living creatures except humans.
Such a large locust tree, but without birds, looks like a tomb in the early morning. There are no insects, let alone cats and dogs. Even in this room, he didn't see any mice.
The light was terrifyingly dim, and the dim rays of sunlight poured in through the window, and the dust flying up and down could be vaguely seen. Following these faint rays of light, you can see the inside of the house. The cabinets, chairs, desks, and various daily necessities that collapsed in all directions are covered with dust. The '80s/90s' "only one good" pot filled with rubbish. Dilapidated like a haunted house.
These things couldn't attract Qin Ye's attention at all, what really caught his attention... The whole room, including the doors and windows, were all covered with yellow talismans!
These talisman papers have been covered with dust for many years. Quietly stick to the wall. Qin Ye walked over to take a look, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
These talisman papers... actually lingered with a faint infuriating energy!
The age can no longer be tested, but at least for decades, there is still this kind of infuriating... The person who put the talisman paper on it at the beginning is probably on the same level as him!
Fujun... Some Fujun have been here before!
He didn't tear off any of them. In a place like this, all actions must be taken with caution. Instead, he gently picked one up and looked at it carefully.
The talisman above was dancing with dragons and phoenixes. True qi and yin qi were completely different power systems. He couldn't understand what was written on it. But below, there is a seal. Blow off the dust on it, you can clean it and see: The golden seal of the Great National Teacher of Empowering Pujue Guangci, the golden seal of eleven characters!
"This is..." Qin Ye was stunned, looked around in disbelief, and murmured, "National teacher?"
"Is this the national teacher?" Quan Jinghao's mouth turned into an "O" shape: "The national teacher has come? Why did you confiscated the female ghost?"
Qin Ye laughed, Chu Renmei was also the ruler of the government, and even his scumbag found it difficult. The Human Palace Lord is at a disadvantage in the face of the Specter Ghost, how can he accept it
"The national teacher of the Qing Dynasty. And it's the first generation of the Qing Dynasty national teacher." Qin Ye put down the talisman and desperately searched for the owner of this golden seal in his mind. In the forty-fifth year of Kangxi, he was enthroned as the great national teacher of the enlightenment of Pujue Guangci. He has served in three dynasties and is a remarkable figure."
"Sir, how did you know?"
Qin Ye calmly said: "The national teachers of all dynasties are all people in the middle of protecting the country and guarding the country. There is no exception. The special investigation department has a lot of information on this kind of thing."
His eyes looked at the whole room, the national teacher was nothing, the purpose of his coming here was nothing more than the immortality medicine. But... what are these talismans used for
Repression
Impossible, in the Qing Dynasty, Chu Renmei was not born, this is a land abandoned by God, the people inside can't get out at all, what is he suppressing
And... He is now barely knowledgeable. He has seen between 100 and 80 types of talismans to suppress ghosts. He always feels that... these talismans are very different from the repression talismans he has seen.
This difference is not the difference in drawing, but the type. If the talisman that suppresses the ghosts is called Hua Guozi, then the other talismans are all a kind of Hua Guozi, but the characters are different. For example, this repression talisman is "suppressing ghosts", and the other one is "evil spirit transcendence", even if the words are different, you can see the same system at a glance, it is a square word.
But... the talisman here, like replacing the Chinese characters with ABC, is obviously not a system.
A brand new jigsaw puzzle... He took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the talisman, and threw it to Quan Jinghao: "You go out now, you are a Specter, you shouldn't be found by the concierge. Go to Anjing Village, let the robin go, Inform the scholar think tank that the master who is most proficient in talismans will come immediately and say... I have an urgent call."
"Yes."
Boom... The door closed gently, Quan Jinghao left, Qin Ye took two steps in the room, grabbed his hand in the air, and an incense burner appeared in his hand.
"Wait a minute... No matter what happens, you block me." He looked deeply at Liu Changmin, who nodded vigorously.
He placed the incense burner in the center, and did not start it immediately, but closed his eyes and rested, adjusting his energy to the highest level.
The words of the old man on the first floor: One week before the Winter Clothes Festival in 1999, Huang Jiansen was hanged in that room. If you're not afraid of death... just go up and try it.
He didn't seem to have any extravagant hopes for life, and he kept his words as brief as possible. However, Qin Ye understood.
try? try what
A week before the Winter Clothes Festival, Huang Jiansen was hanged here. So... today, also within his first seven.
Only one can try.
spiritualism!
Ten minutes later, Qin Ye opened his eyes, his breath was restrained, and the ancient well was silent. With a light stroke of his hand, the incense sticks on the incense burner suddenly ignited a little bit of ghost fire and slowly burned.
Pop... pop... The room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of sparks popping. Ten seconds, thirty seconds... Fifty seconds, just one minute later... Suddenly, there were several bangs, and all the windows were suddenly closed! It's pitch black in the house!
Although the wooden board was nailed, the window was still open to the outside. At this moment, it suddenly closed, and the entire room lost all sources of light. Like being in hell. The next second... A frantic sound of brushing and lala sounded, coming from all directions, getting louder and louder!
That is... the sound of the talisman paper being raised and shaking desperately.
In a room with all doors and windows closed and no wind at all.
"Sir..." Liu Changmin looked at everything around him in a trance: "Are you recruited?"
"It's not him!!" Qin Ye looked around with extremely vigilant eyes: "It's her... She's here... It's Chu Renmei."
"So, that's what the old man meant when he said 'not afraid of death'... wait..."
His eyes narrowed.
The beginning of the movie Mountain Village Old Corpse is also a conjuration!
Reality and film fit perfectly at a certain moment!
Brush and pull! The flame of the incense suddenly rose one meter high. Just behind the flames, Chu Renmei's dark blue robe and hideous face suddenly appeared in the darkness.
"Death!!!" As soon as she appeared, her facial features were instantly distorted, her bloody mouth suddenly opened, and her hair rushed in like a tidal wave. However, the target was not Qin Ye, but the incense case.
Rumbling... At this moment, the sky above the entire Huangjia Tulou was covered with dark clouds.
Clouds gathered from all directions, forming a 100-meter cloud cave above the tulou, and lightning bolts galloped in like a lightning absorber in the cloud cave. In less than ten seconds, a surging thunderball was formed, and the throughput was uncertain.
"Bold." Qin Ye snorted coldly, a chain flew out from his sleeve robe, hooked the incense burner first, and flew in front of him. At the same time, his hand quickly formed a seal. The yin winds condensed in the room, and an illusory figure appeared vaguely.
Huang Jiansen's soul!
"Zi!!" At the moment when the soul appeared, Chu Renmei screamed, and her tsunami-like hair formed a giant hand, grabbing Qin Yetian's spiritual cover. However, at the same time, there was a dull thunder in the sky, a loud bang, and the whole earth building was shaking!
"This is..." Qin Ye blinked, suddenly remembering some of Tongtong's words.
There is a system... If anyone does something that is not in line, they will be greeted by thunder and lightning.
These are the rules of the Land Forsaken.
And now... He looked at the incense burner floating in front of him, and then looked at Chu Renmei, who stopped suddenly, her face twisted and angry, but she didn't dare to go any further...
"You... it seems that you have done something wrong?" Qin Ye closed his hands together and stared at each other: "You violated the law here, and the thunder came to the world... why?"
"It's not because I want to shoot at me, after all, it's not just one or two shots. That's... "
He took a deep breath, the seal in his hand ended, and an illusory spiritual body had already emerged from the void.
"Because of Huang Jiansen."
"Tian Dao thinks you can't meet him?"