"Thousand ...... The noodle king? I repeated the strange name that Jin Buchang had said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Such a strange nickname, if the fourth uncle really mentioned it to me before, then I will definitely not forget it.

After a few moments, I gave the answer to the question, "No...... Who is he? Is he a person who is very famous in the tomb robbery circle? ”

"It's not just famous, I rely on it, this King of Thousand Faces is an ancestor-level figure, even a master like Jin Ye and I admire it very much." Jin Buchang Nu'er's mouth was full, and there was a hint of admiration on his face.

I frowned, still not understanding the connection: "This...... The old-timer called the King of Thousand Faces, what does it have to do with the previous story and this photo of a headless male corpse? ”

"Old-timers?" Jin Buchang heard these three words, but suddenly laughed: "Hey, hey, hey...... is indeed an old-timer, if the King of Thousand Faces can really live until now, it is estimated that he should be five or six hundred years old. ”

"Holy! What the heck?! I looked at Jin Buchang's fat face with a cheap smile, a question mark in his head, and the second monk was puzzled.

Jin Buchang restrained his cheap smile, and turned into a look of disgust: "Boy, you also have problems with history, Jin Ye, I'll calculate it for you, from the Ming Dynasty to the present, isn't this five or six hundred years?" ”

"The tomb robber you said called the King of Thousand Faces is from the Ming Dynasty?! ......I reacted instantly, and then my thoughts were even more confused, how could this matter be related to the tomb robbers in the Ming Dynasty?

"Alas......" Jin Buchang sighed heavily: "Boy, I told you everything, you must not look at things too one-sidedly." Jin Ye, I have such a large amount of knowledge, can I tell you this for no reason? ”

I was speechless when I was asked, and I didn't know what to say, so I could only wait for Jin Buchang to continue.

Jin Buchang paused, saw that I didn't react, and continued: "Boy, didn't you ask Jin Ye if the story I told about changing heads is true or false?" ”

I nodded solemnly, indeed, the name of the Thousand Faces King was also drawn from me questioning the authenticity of Jin Buchang's story. But there doesn't seem to be any inevitable connection between a tomb robber and this story of changing heads, right?

"The story isn't over yet." Jin Buchang cleared his throat and continued to tell the more bizarre ending after the end of the story.

Lang Zhong was sentenced to be beheaded by Wang Wancheng, the governor of Henan, but Lang Zhong, who was proficient in human skin masks, did not survive until the autumn queen, and was infected with a stubborn disease and died in prison. Whether there are other reasons for this is unknown. But another thing really shocked the whole of Henan, that is, Wang Wancheng resigned from the post of newly appointed governor under the pretext of being stubbornly ill, and since then there has been no news as if the world has evaporated.

At the same time, a tomb robber surnamed Wang suddenly popped up on the road. The name is unknown, but it is rumored that this person is proficient in the art of disguise, can change a thousand appearances, cooperate with the tomb robbery in the mastery of hearing words, wander in all directions, and explore countless strange tombs in the world. He was even given a great name by the people on the Tao, calling him the "King of a Thousand Faces".

"Hiss......" I gasped, and instantly understood what Jin Buchang meant: "Could it be that you say?" Wang Wancheng, the governor of Henan, learned the production method of human skin masks from Lang Zhong, and instead of being a good official, he became a tomb robber? “

This logic is so much that I can't believe that if you want to be rich and rob ancient tombs, it is an old saying left from ancient times. But the problem is, since they have all been officially worshiped as governors of a province, do they insist on being tomb robbers for the sake of money? It's simply unconvincing. Unless...... Unless this Governor really has some special habits that no one knows.

"Boy, basically you understand, but there is one point, Jin Ye, I still have to add it to you." Jin Buchang nodded first, and then frowned again: "Whether the Thousand Faces King and Wang Wancheng are the same person or not, I don't know this Jin Ye." Don't talk about Jin Ye and me, even if you go to an old scoop on the road now and ask, I guess they don't know. This has always been the case, and this human skin mask is indeed a thaumaturgy that slowly emerged after the Ming Dynasty had the King of Thousand Faces. ”

"Hmm......" I nodded thoughtfully, but whether they were one or the other was not the point. Now the question is, what does these people who are proficient in the thaumaturgy of disguised human skin masks have to do with this picture of a headless male corpse?

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't understand it, but I still brought the photo to Jin Buchang again, and asked Jin Buchang directly: "Where is the connection between this photo and the human skin mask?" ”

"Incision!" Jin Buchang narrowed his eyes and pointed to the broken neck of the headless male corpse in the photo: "You take a closer look at the incision at the broken neck, this incision is unusually smooth, and it is completely cut according to the lines of the neck, such a delicate technique is definitely not made by a simple person." ”

Seeing that I still didn't understand, Jin Buchang continued to explain: "Boy, you have to read more books and know more about things. According to Dao'er, in the process of making a perfect human skin mask, as the party of the sample, must have no facial expressions for forty-eight hours in order to make the mask and the face of the sample perfectly combined. ”

I nodded on the surface, but I was still a little blinded in my heart. Jin Buchang sighed and explained straightforwardly: "Let's put it bluntly, if you want to be a character mask, then you must cooperate as much as possible, not only not to eat or drink for forty-eight hours, but also not to move a bit, otherwise there will be flaws, and even all your efforts will be lost." So? If this made sample is itself a person who does not want to be copied by others, then I am afraid that there is only ......"

"Holy!" I immediately understood what this meant: "Then only by killing this person and then cutting off the head can we use this as a sample to ensure the smooth production of the mask!" "I have to say that this method of killing and beheading does make me feel creepy, such a cruel method is no longer a simple murder for money.

"That's right!" Jin Buchang, who had been smiling and listening to me after speaking, suddenly had a serious face, and his voice was very low again: "The whole photo does not express any details of physical characteristics, height, appearance, and body shape, all of which cannot be seen." Only the dead man's severed neck was exposed, and the incision was still so conspicuous. So this photo, Jin Ye, I can only think of such a meaning that I want to express......"

"What do you mean?" I anxiously asked Jin Buchang, who was constantly touching the big gold chain around his neck with his hand.

He slowly spoke: "This is someone reminding us that in the current group of people, I am afraid that there are people who should not appear......"