Things can't be easily given up like this, Ye Quan has a very good way, pretending to be a student of St. John's, sitting in the university library for two days, and also going to consult some old professors in history and humanities with great interest, and get a lot of useful information.

"We first have to find out why the person named Xueqing is collecting heads."

After dinner that night, Ye Liang held a general meeting of all members when it was not cold, and the members were naturally Zhao Nan and Chu Qi, and the wig-haired sister and Uncle Scalp and Mo Lingyin were observed, because they were the parties who signed the contract and must understand the ins and outs of the matter.

Now things have escalated from how to take revenge to finding out why this cultivator called Lingxiu Zi was cut off and scalped, and he has to die to understand.

The day before yesterday, after Ye Quan told the wig that Xue Qing should have been killed, the wig kept shaking, and finally made a poignant strange sound that couldn't tell whether it was crying or laughing, the soul of this spiritual cultivator must be extremely painful, with a hatred, he barely relied on that little scalp to gather his soul, just to find the enemy to take revenge, and now that he knows that the enemy is dead, it feels like a long time of punching the cotton ball and not relieving the hatred.

It's not to understand hatred, but what else? Will the Xueqing's body be found and the bones will be scattered? The scalp was silent for a long time, and finally asked if it was possible to help him find out what evil Xue Qing had done, why he had collected human heads, and soaked them in potions.

Now, Ye Liang looked up the information and felt that it was necessary to put out all the situations he knew, and let the scalp consider what kind of situation he belonged to.

"Actually, many people in history have been keen to collect heads!"

Ye Liang startled everyone at the beginning.

Mo Lingyin stroked his chest: "Oh my God, how can you have such a disgusting hobby, it's really perverted." ”

The girl in the wig exclaimed, "Ah! It's scary, I'm afraid, uncle, I'm afraid. ”

The scalp did not make a sound, and listened quietly.

"Based on my two-day investigation, there are three main types of people collecting heads: religious worship, folk superstition, and scientific research collection. We can rule out the scientific research collection, that Xue Qing is unknown, and there is no information to show that he has engaged in scientific research, from Mrs. Bao and the monk ......"

"That monk's name is Yuan Qing, he used to be a Taoist priest, but then he didn't know what bad things he did, he was expelled by his fellow disciples, and he came to Shanghai and lived next to a Taoist temple."

Zhao Nan added on the side.

"Well, you've done a good job, and you deserve praise."

Ye Liang glanced at Zhao Nan, but the latter pouted, completely unaware that the other party was genuinely complimenting.

"Judging from the conversation between Mrs. Bao and that Yuan Qing, this Xueqing can't be a scientist, the biggest possibility is some kind of cult, or a folk superstition."

The wig nodded, and then he heard the scalp say, "As a cultivator, I don't know which method requires the use of human heads, this is too evil. ”

"Because you are a serious sect, he is an evil sect, so you will be harmed by him. Because you don't understand so many bad thoughts and evil methods, you won't regret it later, spiritual cultivator. ”

There was a strong sense of ridicule in Ye Liang's tone, and even the child of Chu Qi could hear it.

The wig-girl could naturally hear it, and shouted in a grunt, "Are you gloating? ”

The scalp was silent for a while and said in a low voice: "I don't regret it, if I yearn for the evil sect, why should I go to the Tao, being killed by someone is also the calamity that my cultivation has experienced, I can only sigh the impermanence of fate, I don't want to let go of the wicked, and I don't want to die in a daze, just try to find out the truth." ”

"Okay." Ye Liang clapped his hands and said, "Originally, I was hesitant whether your scalp was really worth my busyness, but now it seems that your character is still quite good, okay, so I can be willing to do something." ”

Chu Qi looked at Zhao Nan, who reached out and raised a finger to his lips, signaling him not to say more.

The seventh day of the first month is very confused, is this Miss Ye a good person or a bad person? That day, everyone begged her so much, the matter could not be understood, and the truth must be found out, and she also agreed, but she didn't really approve of it, and she was still ready to give up this matter at any time, really, is this a knife mouth tofu heart? This is obviously a knife mouth, a knife heart, okay.

Chu Qi's aggrieved little eyes were seen by Ye Quan, she smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and shook it: "Chu Qi, what do you want?" The hand was white and almost transparent, and the nails were red and fresh under the light, and Chu Qi's heart was furious, and he shook his head violently: "I was thinking that Miss Ye was really ...... Great good guys. ”

"Yes, good."

Ye Liang continued.

"From a religious point of view, there is a saint's head in St. Peter's Church in Dublin that has been preserved for more than 300 years, just an ordinary preservation, I looked at the photos in the book, foreigners can really brag, that kind of preservation, has completely become a skull, but the box containing this skull is inlaid with all kinds of gems, and it is very beautiful. If I were to be more interested in that box. ”

When Ye Limit talked about jewelry, his tone became relaxed. The smile is very sweet.

"Well, this is an independent phenomenon, not in line."

Zhao Nan put forward his own judgment.

"I've heard of that person, he was a very capable bishop, he died in a conspiracy, and after his head was cut off, some believers kept his head, and after rehabilitating Zhaoxue, his head was enshrined, and the situation of Mr. Lingxiuzi is indeed different."

Mo Lingyin also added on the side.

Lingxiuzi sighed: "Since Zhaoxue has been rehabilitated, it is good to let people be buried in the earth, why do you have to let him be a lonely soul and a wild ghost for hundreds of years, if I will definitely do a good thing for that person, it will be excessive." ”

"Foreign devils are such hobbies, many churches in Europe have such saint heads enshrined, hey, what kind of faith is this, I don't understand, I really don't understand, in short, scalp, these have nothing to do with you, right." Ye Liang continued to look at his reading notes, Zhao Nan held back a smile, and said in his heart This woman even made an excerpt from the notes, she is such a lazy person, it is really difficult for her.

"A famous physician in the 16th century believed that when a person was hanged, his "vital energy" erupted around the skull, and whenever death was sudden, it would become trapped in the bone. He suggested treating epilepsy with the blood of a beheaded man, a similar treatment that had been common for centuries, reporting that "epileptic patients stood in droves around the guillotine, cup in hand, ready to drink the blood that flowed from the still trembling body." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Quan smiled: "Maybe they should like our Chinese Niu Xuewang very much." ”

Mo Lingyin felt chills all over her body, hugged herself with both hands and said, "Miss Ye, this joke ...... It's not funny at all. ”

Ye Liang raised his eyebrows: "Who told you a joke." I also asked an old professor from Denmark to confirm this, and he said that many people in those days still believed that human heads could be used to treat many head diseases, such as headaches and nervous disorders, and that some people made skulls into pills or drank alcohol from skull shells in the hope of recovering their health. Others collect human heads and plant moss on them, believing them to be a panacea. Listen, this is the rough style of foreign devils, if we in China will definitely plant Cordyceps or Ganoderma lucidum or Lion's Mane mushroom on people's heads, so that there will be fools who believe that it is a panacea that cures all diseases. ”

The leaf limit produces infinite emotion.

Scalp sighed: "No, no, none of this is true, I distinctly remember that many fresh human heads in that room were soaked in a strange potion, and I could smell the strong smell of the potion." There were also some heads that were obviously soaked, much smaller than normal human heads, some were the size of a human palm, and were hung on the wall, well, the room where my head was taken was like a laboratory? Similar to the alchemy room of our sect, it's just that there are a lot of shrunken human heads hanging in that house, it can't be used for medicine, and it doesn't look like some kind of worship, otherwise what are the heads so small? Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Unjust Ghost Contract Literature" for free for the first time.