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Sanqing took out all the remaining rune papers from his pocket and counted them, no more, no less, exactly eight. He quickly spread the rune paper on the table, and the eight rune papers were neatly arranged, forming a pattern that resembled gossip. Then, he folded his hands, closed his eyes and recited a mantra, after that, he clasped his ten fingers and raised the middle and index fingers of his left hand and recited another incantation, this mantra was different from the previous one, and Sanqing's tone was more heavy. Then he bit the tip of his middle finger, and blood oozed out of his fingertip instantly.

Sanqing smeared the blood from his fingertips on the rune paper on the table, and the eight rune papers were immediately connected in series, and after waiting for a few seconds, they began to glow a dark red light. The red light is connected into one, as if it really conjures up a gossip, a blood-colored gossip.

The moment the blood-colored gossip appeared, the skeleton reacted, and bursts of black qi rose from the skeleton and the roster in his hand, and it became thicker and thicker. The black qi swirled back and forth in the room, and finally it was slowly absorbed by the blood-colored gossip.

After a quarter of an hour, the bones and roster finally stopped rising black qi, and the black qi in the room was also absorbed by the blood-colored gossip. The red gossip gradually dimmed, and the eight rune papers on the table suddenly caught fire, and the red flames danced, and Sanqing seemed to see countless painful faces in those flames. They struggled and wailed, but their pain and sorrow were unknown.

The flame on the rune paper had not yet been extinguished, and the roster that was clutched tightly by the skeleton burned again, and it burned more and more, until finally, the whole skeleton also burned. Until the roster and bones were burned to ashes, and the flames on the rune paper were extinguished at the same time.

A gust of wind blew from the other side of the prison into the room where Sanqing was, blowing away the bones and the powder left behind by the burning roster. There was a "babbling" of the door opening from the other side of the cell.

Sanqing immediately walked to the door, and he saw that the iron doors of all the cells in the cell were opened, and countless lonely graves walked out of the cells, walked into the corridor, and stood quietly with their heads bowed.

"Although this resentment has dissipated, but after staying in the house for so long, they may not be able to find their way to the Y room!" Lao Chu came behind Sanqing, glanced at the prison and said earnestly.

"Grandpa Liu, you go and show them the way!" Sanqing listened to Lao Chu's words, and did not make a relevant response, but turned his head and said this to the old yellow dog in the corner.

The old yellow dog wagged his tail, walked out of the door, walked into the cell without looking back, passed through the bodies of every lonely soul standing in the aisle, and then turned back and roared.

The lonely souls all raised their heads at this dog bark, they first turned in the direction of Sanqing, nodded, as if to express their gratitude to him, and then slowly walked forward with the old yellow dog.

Sanqing stood in place and was stunned, until he saw the last lonely soul walk through the iron door, and then he came back to his senses and said to Lao Chu beside him, "Now, tell me your story?"

Lao Chu lowered his head and pondered for a while, but did not respond immediately, but unhurriedly took out a box of cigarettes from a bag, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, and then took out another one and handed it to Sanqing.

"I ......" Sanqing originally wanted to say that I wouldn't smoke, but after thinking about it for a while, he took it.

Lao Chu lit a fire for himself, stuffed the match to Sanqing, and then squatted in the corner of the wall to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog by himself. Sanqing didn't light a cigarette, just held a cigarette in one hand and a match in the other, and played with it.

"That year, the devil entered the city of Nanjing, and a young man named Chu Yuntian took up the gun and threw himself into the battle with the devil, he was nineteen years old that year. But before he could think of the abominable invaders in his heart, he was besieged in a civilian house by a small group of enemy troops. After that, he was captured, and the reason why he was captured was because he really didn't want to die, and he felt that he would definitely be able to escape and continue to fight against the devils, but if he died, it would be all over in one breath. The devil knocked him unconscious, and when he awoke again, he ran to this place, and it was dark, stinking, and everywhere was crowded with suffering compatriots, and his ears were full of the cries of women and children. That feeling is helpless, hopeless, and more angry. When Lao Chu said this, he stopped and lit another cigarette.

Sanqing looked at Lao Chu, he knew that this young man named Chu Yuntian was Lao Chu, and he also saw anger on Lao Chu's expressionless face.

"The devil locked us up in this hellish place, and every day he would pull a group of people out to do the real thing, and if he succeeded, he had to die, and if he failed, he would die, and not only that...... I watched as one after another of my compatriots and comrades-in-arms were dragged away, and then they never came back, and then new faces were stuffed into this hellish place! Finally, one day, two devil soldiers came and dragged him out of the cell, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail, he could only let the enemy drag me into the real yàn room, pour all kinds of unknown chemicals into my mouth, and smear them on my body. At first I could still feel the pain, but then I didn't. They tortured me like this for three days and three nights, and then I was unconscious. When I woke up again, I was lying in a thatched hut and saw the Taoist priest and Han Sheng who were holding the old yellow dog. They told me that I was found in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city, and he said that I was actually dead at that time, but I was not dead, and I was riveting all over my body, holding on to my soul to prevent my soul from leaving my body, which made Han Sheng carry me back. Later, the old Taoist priest cured me, but I didn't dare to look in the mirror again for the rest of my life! At that time, I asked the old Taoist priest why he didn't save other people, and he said that it was not that he didn't save him, but that he really couldn't save it. Later, the old Taoist priest and Han Sheng left, and I also left that place, but I found that the devil had been beaten away, so I guarded these former companions in this place, and I guarded them for decades, just waiting for someone to send them back, hey......" Lao Chu sighed and said no more.

Sanqing looked at Lao Chu silently, not knowing what to say. Because he hadn't experienced that part of his past, he couldn't understand the pain and anger.

"Okay, I'm leaving, there are still many such places in this city waiting for me to find them, you should also go find your buddy!" Seeing that Sanqing stopped talking, Lao Chu stood up and said in a deep voice, and then left directly without waiting for Sanqing to say anything.

Sanqing looked at his lonely back, stunned.