"Who did it?" Zhang Meng was also very curious about why Zhao San knew the origin of these wet girls.

"Kansai draws Yin people." Zhao San popped out of his mouth word by word.

"Kansai Draw Yin Man?" Hearing this name, Zhang Meng instinctively trembled his body, listening to the name, it seemed to be more evil than all the opponents in the past.

"Hmm." Zhao San took everyone away from those resurrected maidens, while explaining: "Among the seven mountains and eight gates, this one is the most insidious and vicious, I originally thought that their lineage had long been cut off, but I didn't expect that there are still descendants active in modern society. ”

"What's the spicy method?"

"It's about their inheritance." Zhao San recalled: "The Guanxi painter Yin was originally a northwest painter in the Han and Tang dynasties, and he specially painted the dead in the mausoleum. In fact, this is a good craft, but in that era, collective burial was popular, that is, after a tomb was completed, all the craftsmen who built the tomb would be locked in the tomb tunnel, on the one hand, let them be buried together, and on the other hand, it would prevent the burial site from leaking and attracting tomb robbers. In order to protect themselves, those painters invented an evil method, if the owner of the tomb wanted to kill them, they would use their brushes to seal all the burial goods and slave girls of the tomb owner, so that the owner of the tomb would not get this wealth after his death. ”

"So, it's nothing, huh?" Zhang Meng said: "Although it is a lose-lose situation, after all, it is the owner of the tomb who is ruthless. ”

"That's what I said, but I can't stand people with bad intentions." Zhao San continued: "After coming and going, such a special profession has been formed: Yin Painter. Specially colluded with some evil people in the rivers and lakes to help the enemies of the tomb owner do some shady tomb robbery. ”

"Then what's so vicious about this painting yin?" Qingzhi peeked at the wall that was constantly being torn, and said in a trembling voice: "It's so much resentful." ”

"Of course, it's vicious." Zhao San explained: "Let's imagine that these female slaves, whether they want to or not, will be forcibly killed and buried with the owner of the tomb. When they died, they were very resentful and unwilling, and the tomb owners often had to borrow some magic weapons to suppress their grievances. Now the flesh is pickled by these painters with the old salt of western Sichuan, like bacon made into a dried corpse, even the human skin has to be completely peeled off, painted into a beautiful woman with a colorful brush, imprisoned in the tomb wall for hundreds of years, even thousands of years can not be reincarnated, this kind of resentment is probably something we have never encountered. ”

"And they can't return to their roots, which makes their grievances even heavier." Zhao San added.

"How is Concubine Bixixia?" Zhang Meng asked.

"More than that." Zhao San smiled bitterly.

"That's miserable." Zhang Meng's scalp was numb and said: "The princess of Western Xia last time was just one person, and we have to deal with dozens of wet girls now." Third uncle, didn't you say that there is a way to know their origins? Having said all that, what do you think of or not? ”

"The power of the Yin Man is just to borrow the resentment in the corpse's mouth to activate the corpse, and then achieve the purpose of attacking us. As long as we dissipate the resentment of these things, these wet women will not be the slightest threat. ”

Although Zhao San said it easily, Zhang Meng knew that with these people now, no one knew how to deter corpses.

In the past, there were laizi in the team, and they would always use their methods of touching Captain Jin to suppress these corpses and break their grievances. Now among all the people, I am afraid that only the fat man understands a little, but the fat man is unknown at the moment. As for the third uncle, although he has a lot of knowledge and knows a lot about the rules of the rivers and lakes, if he really wants Zhao San to deal with these things, I am afraid it will not work. Among the six doors, the only ones who really have the ability to deal with these things are the monk and the military brother.

Not to mention myself and Xiaolou, I can make a living by looking at some antiques, being well-informed, and turning over some information, but if you want to deal with these people's ghosts, there is no way.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Ye Jiu, who rushed out, trotted back and threw the fat man in his hand to the ground at will.

"Zhang Quede, quick, save me."

Seeing that the fat man had been brought back safely by Ye Jiu, but he was still screaming, Zhao San pinched the fat on his face fiercely: "Save a fart, didn't you come back alive?" ”

The fat man was also completely frightened, and when he heard Zhao San say this, he found that he had escaped the shackles of the palms of those two hands, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Just now, if the little lady hadn't come in time, the fat man would have capsized in the gutter." Damn it! How did they all survive? ”

"How do I know?"

"Are these people or ghosts?" The fat man asked.

"I'm afraid it's not a human or a ghost." Zhang Meng replied jealously.

Ye Jiu clenched the fast snow knife and looked at the demons dancing in the tomb with vigilance: "What is that?" ”

"A female corpse concocted with a special technique is very resentful." Zhang Meng said: "The third uncle said that these things are the masterpieces of the Kansai Yin people. ”

"Kansai Draw Yin Man?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, and patted his head again and again and shouted: "Damn! It's over, it's over! I've long heard that these guys are more difficult than the little ghosts of Hades in the tomb robbery world, and I haven't met the fat man in my decades, so I didn't expect to meet them here, and today is a plant. ”

"Decades?" Seeing that the fat man still had the heart to brag at this time, Zhang Meng felt helpless: "Don't talk nonsense, since you knew about this group of people before, have you heard Lai Zi say how to deal with them?" ”

The fat man hurriedly shook his head: "I've only heard of Laizi and I, but I haven't seen it at all." However, listening to Lai Zi's tone, the Yin Painters are just transforming things like corpses more powerfully, and their essence is still corpses, as long as their grievances are broken, they can be solved. ”

"It's the same as what the third uncle said." Zhang Meng said disappointedly.

"They're filth?" Ye Jiujian raised his eyebrows and looked at the Kuaixue knife in his hand, only to find that although those newly resurrected wet girls were constantly approaching everyone, they seemed to be consciously gathering towards others, and they didn't dare to get closer to them at all. Ye Jiu immediately thought of the time when he saved the fat man just now, before the fast snow knife could cut those two palms, the other party disappeared out of thin air. "Could it be...... They're the same as zongzi, they're all afraid of my fast snow knife? ”

"Well, it should be." Zhang Meng nodded: "However, I'm afraid you can't support it alone." ”

"Yes, there are so many of us, in this confined space, we are subject to people everywhere." The fat man suddenly had an idea as he spoke: "Since they are filth, they are afraid of the fast snow knife, and they must also be afraid of the blood of the little lady......"

"Get out!" Without waiting for the fat man to finish speaking, Zhang Meng kicked the fat man and scolded: "Brother Jiu just saved you, do you still have a conscience." ”

"Brother Meng, in fact, I think that as long as we can find more things that can suppress these monsters, we will be able to escape." Xiao Lou reminded.

"That's right! Right! Zhang Meng nodded again and again, followed Xiaolou's gaze to the cracked wall, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted at Zhao San: "Third uncle." ”

"What's wrong?" Zhao San didn't understand why Zhang Meng was so excited.

"Since these wet girls had great grievances before, how did the painters trap them on the walls on both sides and prevent them from waking up?"

Hearing Zhang Meng say this, Zhao San also stared at the peeling wall with a sudden realization: "You mean to say that there is something in this wall that deters corpses?" ”

(ps: The second update is delivered, and I asked for a monthly pass on the last day of this month!) If you don't vote for the monthly pass, it will be cleared at the end of the month. ）