On Xun Qianling's back, there is a clear red mark, similar to the shape of an eye.

I really didn't expect that after a month, the mark on Xun Qianling's body has not disappeared.

The origin of this imprint starts with the history of the founding of Nanling University......

In that year, when the Qing court built the Nanling School, it was located in a small village, and the village was called "Fifth Village".

As the name suggests, the people who live in the village have the surname "Fifth".

The villagers are reluctant to move out, and they organize to resist, which is equivalent to the current demolition and nail households.

But at that time, it was the dictatorship of imperial power, and it was not as easy to discuss as it is now, so it directly labeled the villagers as a rebellion, and there were only more than 100 people in the village anyway.

The fifth surname was slaughtered.

Some died in prison, some died on the spot at the entrance of the village, and the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled were driven away, without the ability to take care of themselves, and were destined to die.

Nanling School was established in the blood of more than 100 people.

How would the later Shanshan students know that the place where they dreamed of learning and asking for directions was once a river of blood.

In the original Nanling School, there were four bell towers!

Such a design is the masterpiece of a feng shui master.

It is said that after the persecution of the fifth surname, the construction of the project soon began, destroying the original houses, planning the layout, and digging deep into the foundation.

Inadvertently dug up a solid stone wall.

It is the ancient temple where the bronze coffin was stored.

A temple buried deep in the ground naturally arouses people's curiosity, and at that time people did not know how to protect the monuments, and overnight, the beautiful ancient temple was reduced to ruins.

The workers jumped into it, looking for something of value, but there was nothing but a stone door in the innermost part of the ancient temple.

Pushing open the door, the wind gusted.

Four chains bound a bronze coffin, and the deafening roar in the coffin was like the roar of a soul-devouring demon.

Before the workers could enter the door, they knelt on the ground, peed their pants in fright, kowtowed their heads, and finally fled with their limp legs.

At that time, a feng shui master was passing by here.

He was intrigued to hear that there was a coffin in which the demon was imprisoned, so he jumped into it alone, despite the workers' obstructions.

Mr. Feng Shui came to the stone gate and saw the words engraved on the door:

"Where are you today, where are you tomorrow?"

Mr. Feng Shui is knowledgeable, and his first reaction when he sees this sentence is, incision.

The incision is the meaning of the hidden word, and to put it more bluntly, it is the code, and only those who can pronounce the next sentence can enter this door.

Obviously, this is an incision in the continuity of a certain ethnic group from generation to generation, and Mr. Feng Shui will certainly not know about it.

Don't know what to do?

Straight through the door, of course.

The door is open, anyone can enter, and Mr. Feng Shui has the confidence that no matter what he encounters after entering, he can resolve it.

As a result, when I entered, I found that the other side of the door was also engraved with words:

"Those who enter this door will be affectionately relegated."

Only then did it dawn on him that it was not an incision at all, but a contract!

As soon as you step through this door, you are signing your name on the contract.

If you were an ordinary person, you might not notice anything unusual, but this feng shui gentleman is not an ordinary person, and he probably already knows what is going on.

He already felt something wrong with his body, something on his back!

As soon as you enter this door, the back of the heart is stamped with a red seal, as if a seal was stamped on the contract, and it will take effect from then on.

The sigil is shaped like an eye, staring at you all the time, and you can't escape the ends of the earth.

This scene, combined with the inscription on the stone door, Mr. Feng Shui fully understands what the contract is about.

To sum it up:

"After walking out of this door, you can no longer have love, as long as you are emotional, the eye above your heart will immediately detect it, and it can summon you back at any time!"

Since it is a contract, there must always be a time limit, or a condition for terminating the contract.

So there are the four bell towers of the Nanling School, as well as the four bronze coffins containing bone flutes, and the transactions between my grandfather and the descendants of witches.

As for the specific conditions, let's not talk about them for now.

I just want to say one thing, the one who traded with my grandfather was not the descendant of the witch at all, but the descendant of this feng shui gentleman, because the descendant of the witch was surnamed "fifth" and had already been slaughtered in the village.

This story is all written in my grandfather's will.

However, the world is unpredictable, the real descendants of the witch have not been extinguished, and there is still a spark after the slaughter of the village, and the spark can start a prairie fire......

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Right now, the mark on Xun Qianling's back surprised me.

I've already destroyed the bronze coffin, so it stands to reason that everyone's marks, no matter how they came from, should be gone.

Even if they don't disappear, there's no way there's anything to summon them back.

It occurred to me that something terrible had happened, the hair I had brought out of the bronze coffin, and perhaps I had released the demon.

It is still exercising the power of the covenant, it is still calling.

I shook Xun Qianling and shouted in her ear: "Don't dream!"

Xun Qianling woke up suddenly, and reflexively twisted my wrist, wanting to move roughly, but fortunately she reacted quickly enough and found that it was me, so she stopped.