Although Xiang Wanzhu didn't make any drastic movements just now, his face was a little pale at this time, and fine sweat was constantly oozing out of his forehead.

The saying that the layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway is not bad at all, and a few of them can't understand the mystery, so naturally they don't feel how dangerous and difficult the process is.

Just like the matter of tomb robbing, in the eyes of outsiders, tomb robbery is a profiteering industry, an industry that can easily make a fortune, but only the tomb robbers themselves know that the wealth they take out is directly proportional to the danger they encounter, and if they are not careful, they will end up in Huangquan and will never recover.

A few people came to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and took out his big stick from the corpse. The cigarette gun, he took a few big breaths, and his face gradually returned to ruddy, and then he told Wu Yi and the others about the few things he had used before.

Xiang Wanzhu is not a good talker, and when he talks about the origin and function of those things, he always doesn't have the right words, and when he finishes speaking, Wu Yi and the three only remember the names and approximate uses of those things.

The gong, not called the gong but the small yin gong, is a light-opening instrument specially designed to awaken the sleeping soul.

The bell is not called a bell, but a soul bell, the whole is not metal, but the prototype of the bell is smelted into a human skull, and it is made of a thin layer of copper plated on the outside, and the effect is similar to the soul bell in the hands of those Taoist leaders in the zombie film, as long as you hold it in front of it and shake it, chanting a spell in your mouth, you can make the soul or corpse follow you.

There is also the urn of the gods, which is the most important thing for the corpse bearer, and when it comes to difficult resentful spirits, when it is really impossible to send them away, they will use the urn to put the resentful spirits in it, and then use special methods to destroy the resentful spirits, and sometimes it will be used as a container for poisonous gas.

As for the specific material made of the Divine Urn, Xiang Wan Corpse himself is not sure, he said that his family has been carrying corpses since the generation of Grandpa Taizu, and this Divine Urn has been there at that time, and it has never been damaged until it reaches his hands.

After finishing speaking, Xiang Wan Corpse told a few people some stories about the corpse bearers in Xiangxi, the 'dead corpse inn' where the corpse bearers lived, and the 'resurrection of the dead corpse', etc., etc., each story is miraculous, and its excitement is no less than an excellent supernatural, which makes people feel creepy.

Xiang Wan Corpse said these things, and seemed to enjoy it, maybe he hadn't talked to others so much before that,

"So, Master Wu, you can understand what I said at the beginning now, these things of ours are all handed down from our ancestors, and they can only be used with special methods, even if they are given to you, you will not need them."

Wu nodded, then suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, and asked,

"Hey, by the way, Brother Xiang, since you often deal with corpses, have you ever encountered the corpse of a singing monk?"

"Singing monks?"

Xiang Wan Corpse thought for a moment, then shook his head and said,

"Haven't you heard of what a singing monk does?"

The fat man answered,

"What kind of singing monks don't sing poetry, in fact, it is a group of little monks who accompany the old monks to bury, after this group of little monks die, they will hold a rattle in their hands, Xiao Wu, you mention this stubble at this time, do you want to ask him about the rattle?"

Wu Yi smiled bitterly and nodded, he really wanted to ask Xiang Wan Corpse about the reincarnation cylinder, the reincarnation cylinder also has the effect of driving away evil spirits and avoiding disasters, but it is quite similar to some magic weapons that Xiang Wan Corpse said before, and I don't know if it belongs to the same category.

At this time, Xiang Wan Corpse was puzzled after listening to the fat man's words, so he had to explain again.

Xiang Wan Corpse shook his head after hearing this, saying that he had never heard of such a thing, and it was unlikely that there would be such a person as a singing monk in Xiangxi.

In the words of Xiang Wan Corpse, Xiangxi is a place with a heavy yin qi, and people there have liked to deal with corpses since ancient times, and the folk customs are relatively strong. The Buddhist culture of advocating goodness has not spread at all in Xiangxi, so it is unlikely that there will be any singing monks who are bored to live in Xiangxi.

Wu Yi thought about it, and said that this is true, and then he glanced at the time, and unconsciously, two hours had passed, Wu Yi reminded him one by one, and everyone got up and returned to the table.

Xiang Wan corpse carefully removed the human head from the urn, and pulled out the pipe inserted into the mouth and nose of the human head, the pipe was all sticky with black corpse oil, as if it had just been fished up from the sewer, with a pungent stench, the fat man hurriedly covered his nose and pushed the window open for ventilation.

Xiang Wan was full of indifference, and wiped the corpse oil on the three pipes with the white gloves on the side, and then opened it and took it back into the broken bag.

Then he took out three more rubber stoppers, stuffed them into the three small holes in the top of the urn, sealed them and put them in his bag.

The fat man frowned as he watched from the sidelines, and said that your tube was inserted into other people's nostrils, and there was still snot stuck to it or something, and if you don't wash it, you won't be afraid of any corpse poison in it.

Xiang Wan Corpse smiled and said,

"I'll tell you the truth, we have used this set of things for generations for I don't know how many years, and I don't know how many corpses have been inserted, but they have never been washed.

Because the water belongs to the yin, so the water encounters this kind of thing that deals with the corpse, the yin and yin meet, but it can stimulate it to breed corpse poison, this is the principle of the five elements of mutual restraint, I just heard the older generation say, I don't understand very much, but since the older generation said that it can't be washed with water, there must be his reason. ”

The fat man flattened his mouth, and said no more, but reached out and lifted the head from the table, and as soon as he picked it up, he exclaimed,

"Oops me. Damn, it's light, it's light, this head is at least two-thirds lighter than before! ”

Wu Yi took it and checked it, and sure enough, the weight was a lot lighter, it seems that the reduced weight is the weight of the fire poison discharged.

"Brother Xiang, can you just use a knife on it to get the baby next?"

Wu Yi asked,

Nodding to ten thousand corpses,

"Yes, but this knife is also a meticulous job, just like peeling the skin of a fox, you can't damage the outer skin, otherwise the value will be greatly reduced, so I have to move this knife."

As he spoke, Xiang Wan Corpse pulled out the original glass knife again, and his hand touched the head of the person like that, and then he found the right position, and the glass knife rubbed lightly on it!

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