He walked away from me, I could hear footsteps, but I couldn't see where he was.

He didn't move far, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of a lighter igniting, and then I saw Kong Xian light a red candle.

When the light lit up, I was even more sure that the person in front of me was the real Kong Immortal. He was still wearing the same clothes he had left from the village chief, and the coat he had taken before leaving. Moreover, the environment in front of me was exactly the same as what he described to me in the dark. I'm in a very low place under the hole that I fell from. However, by moving one meter further and entering this underground room, the person can stand up.

"Hmm...... Or my family Kong Xian himself looks kind. I couldn't help but sigh quietly.

He didn't hear clearly, so he turned to me and asked, "What?" ”

Oh, I didn't plan to repeat it, so I changed my tone and asked him, "What did you say was a big trouble?" ”

He put a few drops of the wax oil from the red candle on the table and used it to fix it. Then he explained: "The person you said pretending to be me should have been at Wang Qing's house all along, but I haven't seen him, so I'm not sure if he came before me." If so, then he must be a top master, at least at the level of Mo Zhanchen. If not, when I pulled you down just now, because of the chaos of the situation, I didn't notice that there was another person, he might have known our location, and it was very likely that he would ambush us. ”

After Kong Xian finished explaining, he beckoned me over, and then continued: "However, that's a later story, and we'll figure it out when we're ready to go out." I found something for you to see. ”

As he spoke, he pulled me to see some charms on Wang Qing's desk. This thing is a abstract representation, and I didn't see anything famous after looking at it for a long time. I looked at Kong Xian inexplicably, waiting for the living version of the encyclopedia next to me to give me a piece of popular science.

"Where do you look?" When he saw that I didn't know why, he lit an inkstone on the table with his hand.

I looked down at Kong Xian's hand, only to find that I had misunderstood, I thought Kong Xian asked me to look at those ghost drawing runes, but then I found that the direction of the lines drawn on those rune paper pointed to this inkstone where the cinnabar had dried up.

And this inkstone is very strange, it looks like the upper part of a skull, which has been sawn off with a saw. However, there are some things brushed on the outside of this inkstone, and I can't see whether it is the material of the bones or not.

"Huh?" I looked curiously at a place near the mouth of the inkstone, where there was a circular hole, I didn't know what it did, so I asked Kong Xian: "Why is there a hole in the inkstone?" ”

"The eyes are not bad." Kong Xian slightly raised the corners of his mouth, picked up the inkstone, turned it around his fingertips, and said, "This inkstone is made of human skulls. The owner of the skull must have undergone a craniotomy before he died, and judging by the recovery of this hole, the person survived for a while after the operation. ”

"How is that possible?" I was a little incredulous, "Where did Wang Qing have a mature craniotomy technique in that era, and did this person survive for a period of time after being craniotomy?" Could it be that Wang Qing had already invented this technology at that time? ”

Kong Xian shook his head, scratched the skull inkstone with a blade, and said, "There is no way to verify the specifics, the old madman only said that Wang Qing's medical skills are high, but he didn't say how high it is." ”

"But ......" I don't understand, "Why did Wang Qing open someone's skull?" If it was just for healing, why did he use this man's skull as an inkstone in the end? ”

"Have you ever heard a legend?" Kong Xian lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "In the past, people in ancient times, especially some feudal and superstitious ethnic minorities, always believed that they could see ghosts and communicate with the gods by opening a hole in their heads. Therefore, some people have been studying craniotomy for a long time, and there are even some high priests who do not hesitate to let themselves become test subjects under other people's knives in order to obtain this ability. ”

This kind of rumor was very widespread in the villages of the feudal period, and some of it can be heard in our generation. However, people's ideological concepts have gradually modernized, and slowly they have only been used as a talking point after tea and dinner, and when they are full and sitting in the village chatting, they take it out and slip their tongues, and no one has taken it seriously anymore.

"Is there any purpose for Wang Qing to do this? I mean, I used this open skull to make an inkstone. Even if this person who has opened his skull, in the end he really has this mysterious power that can penetrate the heavens and the earth. But when a person dies, the skull has no value after all. Is it just for a souvenir? I asked again.

Kong Xian took a book from the shelf next to him and handed it to me, and I saw that there was not a word on it, only some red to black bloodstains. When I touched it closely, I found that the book was mottled and seemed to have something drawn on it.

"What is this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Yin Book." Kong Xian explained: "It is something that only ghosts can understand, and there are also rumors that people who have opened their heads can also understand it. If I'm not mistaken, there must be an answer in the book. Now based on speculation alone, I think there are two possibilities for this skull to be placed here as an inkstone, one is to conjure spirits, and the other is to exorcise ghosts. ”

"Have you ever had a skull?" I looked at Kong Xian.

He glanced at me like a fool and scolded, "You have a hole in your head......"

I also glared at him and replied, "Let's not talk about who has a hole in their brain, and now you can't understand it, I can't understand it, what's the use of holding it, go out and find someone who has opened the skull to help take a look?" Or are you going to do something here? ”

When I finished speaking, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he took the book from my hand and said in a sad voice, "Yes, I want to summon ghosts here." ”

I was directly blinded by his words, and I don't know if it was an illusion or what, I even felt that when he said this, there was a gust of wind blowing through the deep underground room, stirring the yellow paper and faint candlelight all over the floor. It was as if there was really such a spirit in this space that echoed him.

Although I didn't believe that he could really summon ghosts, the fear that unintentionally floated in my heart still made me very reluctant to make him decide.

"Are you afraid?" Kong Xian looked at me with a playful expression.

"I'm not afraid." I pretended to be calm and replied: "I just don't believe in your skills, if your old man is recruited, he can't send him away, don't pull me on my back before you die." ”

But he smiled silently, threw the book back into my arms, and began to wander around the space, arranging it.

I couldn't help either, so I found a corner to lean on, and threw the book aside, ready to see what kind of cool cock he could make with his dancing skills.

On the east side of the room there is a half-height stone platform with a sink on it. Kong Xian should have figured out the usefulness and cleaned his hands in the sink. Then raise your hand and gently pull the curtain rope above, releasing a few curtains against the wall. The sound of a small bell rang out as the curtain unfolded, which was pure black and was indexed by a hemp rope above the sink and surrounded by a spiral around the table in the middle, with very small copper bells tied at intervals of the curtains.

"What's the point of this curtain?" I reached out and touched it, and it was probably ordinary linen dyed black.

Kong Xian pulled a slit in the fabric in front of me so that I could see the inside from the outside. Then he said, "This thing is called the Soul Attraction Curtain, and it surrounds the caster." First, the soul is windy, reminding everyone to pay attention; The second is to lead the way for the soul and not let the ghost mess with others. ”

"Yo." I really admired him, and I couldn't help but sigh: "You know everything? ”

He picked the corners of his mouth lightly, without explanation. Stand at the table and remove the old wax and replace it with a new candle. The yellow paper on the table was also replaced by him with new ones one by one, and the position and direction were exactly the same as before. When he had done this, he picked up the skull, poured all the dried cinnabar inside, and put it back in its original place.

I have to say that Kong Xian really does what he does like something, he looks professional when he gets started, no matter whether he really understands it or not, his rigorous, steady and meticulous attitude will not be less, and he has enough from his demeanor to the shelf. The same is true at this moment, and there is only a distance between him and the half-immortal in a robe.

"Do you know what to do?" I put my hands on my chest and looked at him with a leisurely face.

He smiled faintly, his voice was calm, as if he had a bamboo in his chest, and said: "The gourds are all in front of you, are you afraid that you won't be able to draw a scoop?" ”

My confidence in his mystery is simply terrified, if it is a god stick that deceives people, Kong Xian is at most a-stirring stick, and he tosses blindly without understanding the fart, and I feel goosebumps when I think about the consequences. The heart said, if he summons Godzilla later, where will I invite Ultraman.

Within a few moments, I saw that he had set up his arrangements and was ready to begin the process. His face sank, and I couldn't help but get nervous, and I watched intently at everything in the middle of the black curtain.

He took out a knife from his pocket, slowly pulled a cut on his left index finger, and quickly pressed it on the yellow paper without waiting for the blood to flow out, wandering on the yellow paper according to his memory, drawing the lines that Wang Qing had drawn on the yellow paper before.

I don't know what he reads in his mouth, but he reads it quickly, but it's not those clichéd lines in the TV series, but it looks like literary language. I heard it very clearly from my position, but I couldn't understand it at all. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart once again, I don't know a few foreign languages these days, and I am really not much different from being illiterate.

As his movements quickened, so did the muttering that came out of his mouth, and I couldn't help but frown.

I don't know if it's because of the weird atmosphere right now, or whatever. I seemed to hear the bells on the curtain, and began to make trivial sounds, but when I listened carefully, I didn't hear them again, and I heard them again after a little distraction. There was a magnetic field in this sound, which made me feel dizzy and unspeakably uncomfortable. Obviously, his mind is very clear, but his eyes are getting more and more blurry.

Gradually, this feeling became stronger and stronger, and I even began to lose sight of Kong Xian in front of me. The black curtains that surrounded him shook violently as if they were being pinched in the hands of an old man with Parkinson's disease.