Faced with Feng Rui's question, Shan Zhenping frowned.

Shan Zhenping was thinking, should he tell this secret to Feng Rui?

According to the rules of this sect, if you want to tell the secret, Feng Rui's identity must be his own disciple, but he became a traitor to this sect for this Guan Kang'an, who swallowed seven spirits and became immortal.

Since he is already a traitor, what do you care about so many rules of the sect?

Shan Zhenping didn't realize that Feng Rui's identity was not so simple, at this time he only knew that if he didn't tell Feng Rui part of the truth, then Feng Rui was very likely to leave himself alone, and how would he take care of Guan Kang'an who was dying at that time?

Finally, Shan Zhenping spoke: "Feng Rui, listen, I am actually not from Shanxi, and joining the army is just a cover for my identity, I am actually a stranger." ”

Of course, Feng Rui knew what this meant, because he was also a lone soldier in the alien realm, but at this time he had to pretend to be puzzled, pretending not to know anything.

Feng Rui asked, "What does it mean to be heretical?" ”

Shan Zhenping explained: "You may not have heard of the different ways, but you know that the rivers and lakes, the different ways and the rivers and lakes are a similar place, but one is in the light and the other is in the dark, as we all know, the rivers and lakes have eight major sects, and the different ways have twelve earthly branches, that is, twelve sects, and I belong to one of them, the sewing of a thousand corpses." ”

Feng Rui didn't expect that one day Shan Zhenping would tell him this, which was completely unexpected by him, he just looked at Shan Zhenping and continued to put on an ignorant and curious look.

Feng Rui asked, "What is a thousand corpses?" ”

Shan Zhenping continued: "Among the twelve earthly branches of the different paths, there is a sentence that opens the coffin in western Sichuan, feng shui in western Jin, and chases corpses in western Xiangxi. That is to say, there are coffin openers in western Sichuan, there are local physiognomy in Shanxi, and there are corpse chasers in Xiangxi, that is, the sewing of thousands of corpses to which I belong. ”

"Hurry, corpse chaser?" Feng Rui pretended to be surprised, because ordinary people had never heard of sewing thousands of corpses, but the folklore of the corpse chaser was well known to passers-by.

Shan Zhenping nodded: "Yes, I am commonly known as the corpse chaser, and this child is a person who is very important to me, he can't die, if he dies, my master's sacrifice, and my years of incognito efforts will be ruined." ”

When Feng Rui heard this, he just looked at Shan Zhenping, he was thinking, from Shan Zhenping's words, he could analyze that the other party had not completely believed in himself, if he believed it, he would explain to himself that this child named Guan Kangan had swallowed the Seven Spirits more than two hundred years ago and became immortal.

And this immortal child once fell into the hands of the lone army, but because the lone soldier who guarded the immortal became a traitor, the child was taken away by Shan Zhenping and his master.

It took many years for the lone army to find the whereabouts of Shan Zhenping and Guan Kangan, and then tried his best to arrange Feng Rui to be a servant by his side, with the purpose of taking Guan Kangan away one day.

As a lone soldier, Feng Rui is also very puzzled, the Seven Spirits are obviously things that sew thousands of corpses, why did the lone army want to take it away?

No one answered him this question, and as a lone soldier, he learned from the beginning of his life to be loyal to the organization, and would never rebel against the organization and have any doubts about the organization.

Feng Rui nodded slowly: "Then, what now?" The old man just said that there are no graves here. ”

Shan Zhenping took out the compass on his waist: "The style of the wooden house here looks the same as China, and the old man also speaks Chinese, so since there is a village, there must be a cemetery, he doesn't say that there is a reason why he doesn't say it, he doesn't say it, I'll find it myself." ”

Feng Rui looked at the compass in Shan Zhenping's hand: "Brother Shan, why is your compass white?" ”

Shan Zhenping held the compass and said: "I'm not an ordinary compass, I'm calling it a bone disk." ”

Feng Rui asked, "Bone pellet?" Is the bone made of a compass? ”

Shan Zhenping nodded slowly, Feng Rui wanted to ask what kind of bones? But I was worried that I would ask too many questions, which would arouse Shan Zhenping's suspicions, after all, in order to lurk around Shan Zhenping, Feng Rui's knowledge about sewing thousands of corpses was just scratching the surface, and the upper echelons of the lonely army felt that if he learned too much and understood too well, it would be easy for Shan Zhenping to be detected, and when faced with some bizarre things, his reaction would not be so natural.

When Shan Zhenping looked at the compass, his brows suddenly tightened, and his face was incredible.

Seeing this, Feng Rui hurriedly asked, "Brother Shan, what's wrong?" ”

"Strange, how is this possible?" Shan Zhenping looked at the compass, and then raised his eyes to look around, "This is actually the Eight Wounds Land." ”

Feng Rui was shocked, of course he knew what the Eight Wounds Land was, but he still deliberately asked, "What is the Eight Wounds Land?" ”

Shan Zhenping explained: "There are eight taboos in feng shui tombs, which are punishment, rushing, gramming, breaking, piercing, cutting, arrows, and shooting. ”

There is a saying in Feng Shui that "killing in water is the most difficult to heal", and the killing here refers to these eight words, also known as "eight injuries".

Punishment is a water hole to get soil and water, widows and lonely ghosts;

Chong is the ocean tide is strong, and the cave water is the most fierce;

The gram is the yang vein and the yin water, and the first retreat is regretful;

Broken is the water through Luo City, and the wife and aunt and daughter are muddy;

Wearing is a water hall, continuous and non-misfortune;

Cutting is the flow of the feet before the hole, and the debt does not know how to repair;

The arrow is in front of the acupoint, and the tongue is frequent;

Shooting is a sharp point to the hole, and the vicious year is every year.

In other words, in the feng shui tomb, these eight taboos must not be touched, but all the eight taboos here have been committed.

Shan Zhenping was surprised and said with a smile: "I have grown so big, I have never heard that there really is an eight-wounded land, but I didn't expect that I saw it with my own eyes, it is incredible." ”

Feng Rui asked, "I still don't understand. ”

Shan Zhenping put down the bone plate: "This kind of place is the place of great murder, whoever buries the ancestors here, he will be extremely unlucky in his life, any bad things will happen, and he will die a tragic death in the end." ”

Feng Rui looked around: "In that case, there shouldn't be a graveyard here, right?" ”

Shan Zhenping nodded slowly: "Not only should there be no cemetery, but there should also be no yang house, building a village here is simply seeking death." ”

Feng Rui looked in the direction of the village: "Speaking of which, this village looks weird, there are only clay sculptures, and there are no half living people except for the old man." ”

Shan Zhenping stood there and pondered for a moment, then looked at Guan Kang'an, who was dying on the stretcher, and made a decision: "We can't move forward tonight, so we can only stay here for one night temporarily." ”

Feng Rui hurriedly said: "Live in this place? It's so weird, it's better to live in the woods. ”

Shan Zhenping said: "There are too many beasts and poisonous insects in the forest, and it is not safe. ”

Shan Zhenping said, carrying a stretcher with Feng Rui and walking towards the village.

When they returned to the village, they found the old man sitting in front of a certain room, just sitting there, with his head tilted up, as if he were looking at something.

Shan Zhenping stepped forward and asked, "Old man, it's getting late now, can we rest at your house for one night?" ”

The old man lowered his head and looked at Shan Zhenping, who was originally expressionless, and suddenly smiled, smiling very strangely: "Rest? My home? ”

Shan Zhenping hurriedly took out a banknote from his pocket, and it was still a dollar, and stuffed it directly into the old man's hand: "This is the accommodation fee." ”

The old man didn't reach out to take the money, and just when Shan Zhenping thought that the old man didn't agree, the old man said, "Feel free." ”

Shan Zhenping said happily: "Then where do we live?" ”

The old man looked around: "I said, you are free." ”

Shan Zhenping looked back at Feng Rui, and Feng Rui signaled to live in the room behind the old man.

Shan Zhenping asked: "Old man, can we live in the room behind you?" ”

The old man looked a little impatient: "I said it, feel free." ”

Seeing the old man say this, Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui carried the stretcher into the house.

After entering the house, the two found that there was only a bed left in the room except for a table, two stools, and a cabinet, and nothing else, and the room was lifeless, not at all like someone had lived in it.

And on that bed lay a clay sculpture with hands on the belly.

Feng Rui stepped forward and prepared to lift the clay sculpture and put it on the ground, so that Guan Kangan on the stretcher could be lifted up.

Feng Rui walked to the side of the bed and said, "Brother Shan, come, take a hand." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly appeared at the door, opened his snow-white eyes and said sharply, "What are you doing?" ”

Feng Rui was just about to explain, but Shan Zhenping hurriedly asked: "Old man, can't this clay sculpture move?" ”

The old man just said coldly, "Don't touch anything in this room." ”

Hearing the old man say this, Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui had to put the stretcher on the ground, but the two of them still looked at the clay sculpture on the bed with palpitations, and couldn't understand what it was.

Feng Rui's stomach rumbled, he took off his backpack and opened it: "Brother Shan, eat something, I'll feed Kang An some food first, he hasn't eaten for two days." ”

Shan Zhenping said: "He doesn't need to eat, the most important thing now is to find the old grave, if he can't find it, Kang An will really die." ”

Feng Rui asked at this time: "I still don't understand, why do you want to find an old grave?" ”

Shan Zhenping hesitated, looked at the door, and saw the old man sitting on the steps with his back to them, so he said in a low voice: "Tonight is the day of the blood moon, every ten years today, we must find an old grave, dig it up, carry out the bones of the coffin in it, and then bury Kang An in the coffin for three days, and dig it out after three days, he can live for another ten years, which is called death." ”

Feng Rui was puzzled when he heard it: "Death? That is, this can extend the life span of the person? It's sorcery, right? ”

Shan Zhenping said lightly: "No, not everyone can be like this, only he can, it should be said that he is the only one in the world." ”

Speaking of this, Shan Zhenping sat on the stool and muttered, "If Kang An is still a person......

Feng Rui didn't say anything anymore, just put the backpack on the table, took out the can, and was just about to open it, when Shan Zhenping motioned for him to ask the old man outside the door.

Feng Rui was not happy, after all, the old man was so cold.

Shan Zhenping had to pick up a can by himself, turned his head and asked outside the door: "Old man, it's time to eat, let's come in and eat some together?" ”

The old man shook his body lightly and said, "I'm a half-dead person, I don't need to eat, besides, even if I eat, I won't eat in the house." ”

What do you mean? Shan Zhenping felt very puzzled, so he had to open the American cans brought from the army with Feng Rui. According to American advisers, these canned American GIs are tired of eating and disgusting to look at, but for them, they are the supreme delicacy.

You know, when dealing with the Japanese in the past, it would be nice if they could eat enough.

The two of them ate and looked at the room they were in, which had no windows except for doors, and all kinds of strange symbols were carved on the big tree in the middle of the room.