Winter 2009.

On the edge of one of the most famous cemeteries in the Great Khing'an Mountains, the north wind is howling and there is no half of a figure in sight.

The roaring fire lit up the room, and there was the crackling sound of a tree branch breaking, and several people sat in a hut that had not been inhabited for more than ten years, staring at a wooden barrel on the table.

The barrel had just been dug up, it was very old, and in it lay the corpse of a big-headed fetus that had long been frozen.

The fetal corpse resembles a newborn baby, covered in runes, and its hind legs are almost degenerate. In stark contrast were the two languished forearms, which resembled the claws of a bird, long and thin, with bulging joints and a dense layer of black scales on the epidermis.

The five fingers curled up slightly at the end of the arm trembled, and the hooked nails alone were more than three inches long.

It had no eyes, no nose, and a large face with only a mouth full of fangs and a few uneasy holes exposed. The dried and hardened skin shone in the light of the fire, and perhaps only the few locks of hair on the top of the head that looked like withered grass had not changed in the slightest in the long millennia

Yes, it was a corpse, but it was not a corpse, because no one had ever seen a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years and still crawling on its own. I saw it slowly squirming and clattering on the table, and a peasant-like young man was looking at me with a pickaxe on his face. He was so nervous that his voice began to tremble, "Big brother, this, what is this?" ”

"It's a fetal corpse. Don't be afraid, stay here and wait for me to come back. I said, stood up, and watched as the thing crawled out of the house and followed out in the snow

My name is Lu Li, male, 29 years old, and I make a living by catching ghosts and subduing demons. I practice Taoism, but I am not a Taoist priest, and I can be regarded as an authentic descendant of Maoshan Heavenly Master Dao with a cheeky pretence.

When it comes to Maoshan Mountain, people will naturally think of those mysterious ghost-hunting Taoists. In fact, Taoism in China, like Buddhism, has always been very strict in terms of factional disputes, and the evolution of Taoism has not stopped since Zhang Daoling founded the Wudou Mi Sect. After hundreds of thousands of years of purification, there are generally two systems of "Quanzhen" and "Zhengyi" that have been inherited to this day, and Maoshan Sect is a typical representative of the latter. This branch is very famous, but the number of people is very small, and unlike the "Five Thunder Rectification Method" of the ancestral court of Longhu Mountain, the techniques and concepts of the Maoshan Sect uphold the traditional characteristics of the fire workers of the Zhengyi school.

They are not afraid of wine and meat, they are not afraid of women, and they can also marry wives and have children.

With the help of the principle of physical nature, Maoshan disciples can do a lot of things, and in actual contact, it is not uncommon for people with vast magical powers. Of course, under the fame, there are many people who deceive gods and ghosts to sell their reputation, and it is thanks to them that people like us are often labeled as "god sticks" and pushed to the edge of public opinion.

You must know that it is not easy to be a stick, it is difficult to be a god stick, and it is even more difficult to be a god stick with ideals, morality and dedication. Over the years, I have known more and seen more, and I have encountered countless strange things and have long known these things. Looking back, what I saw along the way is indeed absurd, and there are many reasons why people don't believe it, but if you turn it over and think about it, who can say that what you haven't seen has never existed?

Mountain gods and water ghosts, road monsters and desolate demons, Yin Si marrying a girl, Hongluo Kaidao This demon is in the era of ghosts and ghosts, passion is indispensable, supernatural is indispensable, and the weird and inexplicable mysterious creatures are indispensable, and the plots are too complicated, please let me talk about it slowly.

That year, in the spring, I lay in a hospital bed and fell into a coma for several months.

Because of the negative impact of this accident, after waking up, I couldn't resist the pressure from all parties and chose to temporarily suspend my studies, on the one hand, I went to the school to go through the relevant procedures, and on the other hand, I was inexplicably selected by a magazine that is not big or small but has harsh conditions.

I ran to the interview in a daze, and I actually went to the road of no return.

When I said that I was a reporter, I was promoting myself, but in fact, I was a collector at that time, taking some photos, doing an interview, and then making up a short story to fool the people. At that time, there were no contracts, no insurance, and no particularly clear division of labor within the company, and the bearded editor tried to instill in me only one thing, that is, what you are looking for must have a selling point.

The word selling point is very nice, but it is also very simple to expand in detail. In his original words, that is, you will look for what is attractive, and report what is easy to resonate, the more bloody the more you have to say, and the more thrilling the more marketable.

Driven by the public psychology represented by the judgment of ugliness, I was disgusted for many months at the scene of various shocking accidents, and my poor and boring life and meager income made me very miserable.

My job is to deal with all kinds of dead people, and all the clues in the newspaper that are related to unnatural deaths are my responsibility. This is also no way, there are not many men in the newspaper, and there are only a handful of those who have the courage and body, plus the ten years of "martial arts" on my resume as a foil, such things are naturally indispensable to me.

Then who said well, there is no difficulty to go up, there are difficulties to overcome difficulties, at that time, I was holding a camera to and from various murder scenes all day long. In order to get first-hand information, sometimes they have to use some extraordinary means to fight wits and courage with those police uncles who maintain order. The most embarrassing time was when I was accidentally locked under the bed in the morgue and stayed all night.

That fresh excitement is not something that ordinary people can understand.

You may imagine what a soul-struggling look at a dead body in the morgue with a black light sneaking into the morgue and looking at a corpse that has been dead for a long time.

How unforgettable is it to be alone on a bed that only a dead person has ever slept?

The sheet covered his head, and there was a heavy footstep in his ears, if it was you, do you dare to turn around and open your eyes?

What kind of bizarre scene is the stiff male corpse that has long been dead running all the way in front of you, roaring wildly?

The expert told me that it was completely normal for a dead body to move, and that the visual and auditory hallucinations came from my inner fear. There are no zombies or ghosts in this world, and what I saw was a seemingly realistic nightmare.

But they didn't know that if this qiē was really a dream, then this so-called nightmare had just begun