I sat at my desk with a quaint thread-bound book in my hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The thread-bound book is clearly a bit old, the paper inside is waxy yellow, and the paper on and inside the cover is already slightly broken and stained.

The thread-bound book has obviously been flipped through for a long time, and it is densely packed with notes.

On the desk, a cup of tea had already been cold, so I picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Although I was holding the book, my mind was not on it at this time.

After a few moments, I sighed and slowly placed the thread-bound book on my desk.

Two thread-bound books were neatly laid out in front of me.

The two thread-bound books on the desk look similar, both in terms of cover and color.

Even the handwriting on it is about the same.

One is a family heirloom, and it is also the "Book of Corpses" that has been preserved from the time of my great-grandfather.

The other was taken from Chamberlain. Coincidentally, the name is also called "The Book of Corpses"

I looked at the almost identical thread-bound books on the table, silently staring, but my heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

I always thought that "The Book of Corpses" was unique to my family, or at least it was rare.

From the time my grandfather passed it down, I was told that "The Book of Corpses" is a unique book, except for our family, there is no other place.

And the art of raising corpses is also a secret thing in our family. There may be similar arcane techniques elsewhere, but they are definitely not the same.

I always thought that was the case.

But I didn't expect that what appeared in front of my eyes was another corpse scripture.

I carefully read the corpse scriptures I got from Yebran and found that both the outline and the original meaning are inseparable from the family scriptures of corpses, and it can even be said that they are essentially the same.

The only difference is the secret technique of raising corpses in the back and some views on raising corpses.

If it is said that my family's "Corpse Sutra" pays attention to uprightness and righteousness, then Ye Chamberlain's "Corpse Sutra" focuses on deviating from the scriptures, taking the sword sideways, and using it as evil.

However, there is no doubt that these two canons are one.

I sighed and placed the two copies of the Corpse Sutra into a mahogany box.

Alas, Yebran died.

The mystery of why Yebran had "The Book of Corpses" can no longer be answered.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, I took a deep breath and suddenly felt a cramping pain in my chest, as if my heart had been torn apart.

Cold sweat broke out on his face, and his lips immediately lost their blood color and became extremely pale.

At this time, it was the fifteenth day after Yebran's death, and from the ninth day after Yebran's death, there was a sharp cramping pain in the chest.

I grabbed a white plastic bottle on the table, poured a yellow pill out of it, and swallowed it directly.

The yellow pill is a painkiller.

After a while, I felt a little better.

I slowly lifted my clothes, my eyes slightly condensed.

I saw that the position on the chest turned out to be a black eye tattoo the size of a ping-pong ball.

Underneath the black eye tattoos, there were several black scars, and the flesh of the scars was torn apart from both sides, with a faint sinister breath.

I touched the top of the black eyeball tattoo and felt the obvious bumpy touch of the black eyeball tattoo, and I couldn't help but frown.

"It's getting bigger again!"

Although the black eyeball tattoo looks like a tattoo, the black eyeball tattoo is not a tattoo, and this black eyeball tattoo has appeared since being bitten by an eight-eyed spider.

From the original size of a grain of rice, to the current size of a table tennis ball,

The strange thing is that Zhang Fatzi and Jiang Lai, who were also bitten by the eight-eyed spider, did not, and I don't know what had anything to do with what got into the flesh when I was bitten.

Looking at the several black scars under the black eyeball tattoo,

I sighed, gently lowered my clothes, exhaled, and walked slowly outside.

Jiang Lai was lying in the living room watching TV, and when he saw me coming out, he saw a residual black gas on my face, and instantly jumped up from the sofa: "Brother, are you okay?" Did you have another seizure? “

"It's fine!"

I shook my head, glanced around, saw that Fat Man Zhang was not there, and asked, "Where's the fat man, haven't you come yet?" ”

"The fat brother said that Xiaoyu was discharged from the hospital today, he went to pick up Xiaoyu and was discharged from the hospital, come over later to pull out the poison!" Jiang Lai replied.

I nodded.

At this moment, Peng Jiahe walked out of the kitchen with the dishes, saw Jiang Lai standing on the edge of the sofa, glared at him, and said angrily: "Do you have a little eyesight, don't you know how to serve food when you eat?" ”

"Doesn't that make you a good wife and mother?" Jiang Lai smiled and immediately went into the kitchen.

Although Peng Jiahe couldn't see the black gas on my face, he saw that I was covered in cold sweat and pale, so he couldn't help but come over and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!"

I saw Peng Jiahe's concerned look, smiled awkwardly, and sat down at the table.

When Peng Jiahe saw me, his concerned eyes instantly dimmed.

He sat down at the table in silence.

Seeing that Jiang Lai hadn't come out of the kitchen for a long time, he couldn't help yelling: "What are you lying in the kitchen, it takes so long to serve a dish, and you can't eat?" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" Jiang Lai responded in the kitchen.

Seeing this scene, I sighed helplessly.

Since Peng Jiahe's whole family was killed, Peng Jiahe has shown a very strange state, when treating others, there will be a kind of domineering and perverse character of a little sister, only when facing me, will there be female gentleness and thoughtfulness.

It's simply a dual personality.

I knew it was a disease, but I couldn't stand it at all.

After all, Peng Jiahe and I are seven or eight years apart, and she is still a minor.

Whenever I see her expression, it's quite awkward.

At five o'clock in the evening, Zhang Fatzi came in a hurry.

As soon as he came, he shouted: "Hurry up and pull out the poison, go to the evil qi, I still have to take care of Xiaoyu." ”

As he spoke, a pale black arm was revealed, and there were two rows of deep black tooth marks on the arm.

On closer inspection, there is still some puffiness in the arm.

"Fat brother, it seems that I am making rapid progress with Sister Xiaoyu!" Jiang Lai came over with a smile on his face.

"Go, go, don't ask, kids!" Although he scolded on his mouth, Zhang Fat couldn't help grinning, and the whole person was full of joy.

I took Fat Zhang into the study, lit the Breaking Charm and put it into a transparent glass bottle, and then suddenly pressed the glass bottle against the wound on Fat Zhang's arm.

The shattering charm of the clear glass bottle burns quickly and spins rapidly within the glass.

The scorching flames scorched the skin on Fat Zhang's wound, and strangely, the flames were white, and they didn't burn Fat Zhang's skin.

The faint black gas on Fat Zhang's arm slowly condensed towards the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, Fat Zhang's face turned red, and cold sweat immediately broke out.

A black gas came out of the wound, and just came out, it was directly burned by the flames of the Breaking Charm.

After seven or eight minutes, there was finally no trace of black gas at the wound, and even the black tooth marks turned bright red, and Zhang Fatzi's originally pale black arm finally returned to normal.

After pulling out the poison, Zhang Fatzi left in a hurry.

In my study, I also pulled out the poison for myself, and finally cleaned the scratches of the bloody corpse on my chest.

After pulling out the poison, he looked at the black eye tattoo on his chest: "It's time to go and solve this problem." ”

At twelve o'clock in the evening, after Jiang Lai and Peng Jiahe fell asleep, I got dressed, took two copies of "The Book of Corpses", and went out quietly.

I didn't notice in the darkness that the door to the guest room quietly opened, revealing a pair of eyes.

I came to the forbidden place in the backyard and, instead of using the so-called ritual, knocked on the door.

"Uncle Ghost!"