After teaching the three of them, Zhao Zheng and the Montessori brothers slowly retreated.

And Li Chunqiu stood alone in the courtyard, feeling the bronze box in his hand in a daze.

Are there ghosts in this world?

Li Chunqiu was not sure in his heart.

Before, he cast the soul of the stone man with the "Art of Attracting Spirits", but it was the crippled soul he made.

Whether there is a soul in this world itself, Li Chunqiu does not know.

If there were no ghosts in this world, would the art of attracting souls still succeed?

Li Chunqiu's heart is even more bottomless.

"You have to try to find out. ”

In the clouds and mist, Li Chunqiu flicked his fingers.

The clouds and mist instantly swept away into an open space.

Then Li Chunqiu slowly opened the lid of the bronze box, and the clothes of the nine dead death row prisoners were neatly placed inside, and bamboo sticks were tied on top of the clothes, indicating the names of the prisoners, their lives and deaths, and their crimes.

This was originally not available, but Zichu specially ordered someone to search for it.

"Peng Weng, born on the 8th day of the ninth month of the year of Bingzi, died at the age of 37 in the Chinese New Year's Eve, was convicted of desertion and executed. ”

Li Chunqiu gently picked up the bamboo slips in his hand, all of these death row prisoners were used by him for experiments.

Wu Anjun and Shang Jun were completely disillusioned because of his mistakes.

How much fun is missing in this era.

Li Chunqiu's purpose is simple.

Hundreds of schools of thought coexist for a lifetime, see how lively the world should be.

Li Chunqiu flicked his index finger lightly, and the clothes hanging with the "Peng Weng" bamboo sticks floated to the stone platform.

"Whether there are ghosts in this world depends on this time. ”

Li Chunqiu's sleeves and robes swayed, and the clothes of "Peng Weng" were spread out instantly.

Immediately, he put a puppet carved from an old locust tree on top of his clothes.

"Up!"

As Li Chunqiu's voice sounded, the stone platform was in all directions, and four rolls of bamboo slips flew up out of thin air and settled in the void.

The ghost-like handwriting on the bamboo slips emitted a faint blue light, like a ghost moving in the darkness.

For a moment, it seemed that the yin qi in the entire courtyard was much heavier.

A copper bell in Li Chunqiu's hand flew up lightly and landed above the puppet.

"Dang!"

The brass bell rings softly.

Unlike the crisp copper bells, the copper bells in the air emitted a sound like a ghostly sound in a deep valley.

There is an inexplicable coldness in it.

The faint ringing of the bell was soft, but it could be heard throughout Xianyang City.

The people who heard it were instantly cold, and couldn't help but cover a few more layers of quilts.

Even the domestic dogs in Xianyang City couldn't help but add their tails and trembled three times after hearing the bell.

Li Chunqiu lit three herbs and slowly sang a strange and strange tune in the green smoke.

"The tomb of Peach Mountain, the soul of Yin Mountain. ”

"The ghost of the Netherworld, the spirit of the Yellow Springs. ”

"Follow my song, come to this place. ”

"Follow my bell, come to this place. ”

"Wood is the body, and green smoke is the road. ”

"The soul returns, the soul returns........."

In Xianyang City, strange songs float on the earth.

But no one heard it, and the people in Xianyang only felt that the night was bleak and cold tonight, and people couldn't help but feel cold.

In the Childe's mansion, Gongzi Chu got off the wooden bed with a layer of clothes, and he opened the window to look at the gradually dim moonlight.

"It's cold tonight!"

In the distance, on the dark earth, the weeds were blown by the night wind, and strange sounds echoed in the inexplicable space.

"The soul returns, the soul returns......"

In the place where the sound sounded, the bears, tigers, and deer in the mountains and jungles seemed to feel something and began to retreat continuously.

Above the earth, it is getting colder and colder.

In the darkest darkness of the night, there seemed to be a dark gathering on the earth.

They listened to the song in the void, drifting in place with the song.

At this time, in Xianyang City, Li Chunqiu's slender fingers pointed to the center of the puppet's eyebrows.

"Peng Weng, born on the eighth day of the ninth month of the year of Bingzi, died at the age of thirty-seven in the Chinese New Year's Eve, and has not returned?"

A reprimand resounded in all directions.

Beyond Xianyang, a pale cloud of smoke rose from the ground above the place of execution.

Drift gently towards Xianyang City.

"The soul returns, the soul returns......"

With Li Chunqiu's song and the faint ringing of the bell, the smoke passed through the avenue of Xianyang, climbed over the stone staircase, and drilled into Li Chunqiu's vermilion gate.

In the courtyard, the clouds and mist shrouded it, and a wisp of smoke followed Li Chunqiu's guidance and drilled into the puppet.

On top of the square bamboo slips, light blue smoke fell into the puppets.

"Close!"

The bamboo slips from all directions slowly fell, and the smoke slowly fell into them.

Until the smoke is gone.

Li Chunqiu, who was dressed in white, slowly picked up the puppet and called softly:

"Penong. ”

Dark.

Endless darkness.

It's like there's no end in sight.

Penn didn't know how long he had been in it.

He's lost in it.

In a trance, he seemed to hear who was singing, and he shook to the song.

Then he suddenly heard his name called.

He walked in a daze towards where the sound had come from.

Eventually, he escaped from the darkness and entered an inexplicable place.

He heard his name called again.

"Who are you?"

Peng Weng slowly opened his eyes and said.

But he found himself in the hands of a giant, unable to move at all.

"I ask you, do you remember your life and life?"

Could it be that this is the god who dominates the world after death?

Peng Weng said secretly in his heart.

"The gods, my name is Peng Weng, a native of the eastern suburbs of Xianyang, Qin State, born to serve in the military, and cut twenty-eight ranks. ”

"You are still brave, you have a head of twenty-eight, why did you escape and die?"

"God has mercy, I am my son-in-law, and if I die, my offspring will be humiliated. ”

"Son-in-law?"

The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were not very friendly to their sons-in-law, not only did they have to suffer from strange eyes from all walks of life, but the attitude of the countries towards their sons-in-law was also very bad.

In addition, in the laws of the nations, a son-in-law is not allowed to have a land, no dwelling, and is the lowest treatment in the army.

It is conceivable that in this era, once the son-in-law dies, their descendants will be regarded by the world.

Li Chunqiu sighed and said:

"Do you know how you died?"

"I died for Qin Lu. ”

Peng Weng's voice began to grow hoarse.

He's dead, and his heirs aren't going well.

"Consciousness is still clear!"

Li Chunqiu rolled Peng Weng's puppet into a roll of his clothes and put it back into the copper box, and then said to himself:

"Shi Xi, fate, if I have time in the future, I will take care of your descendants, which can be regarded as compensation for you as an experiment. ”

Immediately afterwards, Li Chunqiu picked up the clothes and bamboo sticks of the other prisoner again.

Experiments, naturally, require a large enough sample to determine the success rate.

Holding another bamboo stick, Li Chunqiu smiled and said:

"At least one has been successful. ”

In Xianyang City under the moonlight, the strange bell rang again, and the lonely soul in the mountains and wilderness shook again with the unhearable song in the world.