Each of the bastards smoked the smoke from their bongs. After sucking, he danced and sang loudly. Some knelt on the ground and laughed loudly, while others took out lighters and burned themselves. Except for the little man, everyone else was in a state of psychedelic madness.

The little man led the group to a large trough, around which everyone stood in a circle. The tank was large, about half a man tall, and it was black and filled with water. These more than 20 people stood still, and at this time, the medicinal properties were up, and they were all looking up at the sky, and they were screaming "ahh

I watched with bated breath, and I couldn't figure out what these people were going to do.

The little man began to slowly circle around the sink, and sang a very old song while turning his mouth: "The soul goes away and does not look back, sleeps and is hard to find, enters the underworld and flows in the yellow spring, and the life is restless for ninety-nine ......."

When did he become so knowledgeable, and the lyrics he read were all with the word "Xi". I was listening intently, when suddenly someone behind me patted, but I was frightened, and when I looked back, it was Liang Zhuwu.

He didn't know where it came from, his face was expressionless, and he whispered, "This is the ancient conjuring song. ”

"The Conjuring?" I swallowed.

Liang Wuwu nodded: "Don't speak." Since you're here, watch silently and stay safe. ”

The little man was chanting here, and someone over there lit a circle of firewood outside the sink, and the fire "whirred" and ignited, and the heat wave was rolling, and the fireworks were steaming. The flames came together, and the bastards who had smoked the drug seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summons, and they screamed strangely.

At this time, several girls with full body ** came out of the corridor. One person held a waist drum of the Northeast Dancing God, this kind of drum I have seen, Hong Chen once used.

When I saw these girls, I was stunned. Because I've seen it in Tong San's ** photo, these girls have slept with him. At this time, their movements are very unified, beating the waist drum together, the drum beats bursts, driving the bell next to the drum to ring, and the sound is mixed together, forming an extremely ancient and mysterious image.

To the beat of the drums, all the bastards began to dance hand in hand. Don't look at them losing their minds and going crazy, but they dance this mysterious dance in a uniform manner, looking like marionettes, as if there is a hand in the dark manipulating the twenty or so children.

The dance of the bastards is difficult to describe, a bit like a Mongolian dance, the movements of the hands and feet are all wide open and closed, and they are suddenly publicized and sometimes clustered. The fire was blazing, black smoke was filling, and the bastards danced and circled around the trough in the fire.

In response to the sound of the waist drum, the little man's requiem was sung louder and louder.

"The soul is gone, and there is no turning back...... Step into the underworld and ...... the Yellow Spring"

The drums became more and more vibrant, and the dance of the bastards showed a strong sense of beauty and excitement. Crazy and crazy. At this moment, there was a sudden "Peng" sound, which seemed to be a firewood explosion, exploding a flame, and in this firework, a person slowly emerged from the water.

I was so engrossed in watching that I almost forgot where I was. Recognized by the firelight, **, isn't this Tong San?

Tong San looked more than two meters tall, his eyes widened, and his arms crossed in front of his chest like a pharaoh. His whole body was half sinking and half floating on the water, and the firelight reflected his colorful face, which looked extremely strange.

"That's not Tong San." Liang Weiwu whispered, "That's his wooden statue." ”

I wiped my face heavily, and I looked stupid: "What about Tong San?" ”

Liang Jiwu's face was solemn, and he could even be called gloomy: "It's not good to say now." If my guess is correct...... You see it first. I've been spying on them for a day, and judging by their preparations, these people are probably doing a very old spiritualist ritual. ”

"What ritual?" I asked in a trembling voice.

Liang held back five words: "This kind of ritual has been lost for a long time, and its name is ghost descending. ”

As soon as his words fell, for some reason, the statue of Tong Sanmu floating in the water suddenly stood upright, like a zombie defrauding a corpse. The bastards screamed very hard, screaming wildly, and dancing even harder and faster.

Tong Sanmu statue stands on the surface of the water, steaming fire billowing black smoke, as if walking on the misty sea. The wooden statue fluctuates with the water ripples, slowly floating, and the visual effect is mysterious and weird, which firmly catches my eye.

"There is a deep meaning here," Liang said, "The water tank represents the yellow spring water, which means that Tong San walked back to the yang world step by step from the yellow spring in the underworld and was reborn." ”

I heard it creepy: "You mean, Tong San is dead?" ”

Liang Weiwu shook his head: "I don't know how Lu Dao defines his life state. You go on. ”

The little man chanted the Requiem, approached the girls, and spoke a few words to them. The girls put down the drums and took out a couple of porcelain jars in the corner. These porcelain jars resemble enlarged snuff bottles, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with bright old patterns tattooed on the face, giving them a very delicate look.

A few men carried out a marching bed from the corner, and on the bed lay the pregnant old lady.

The old lady seemed to know her fate, her mouth was wide open, her hands kept waving and struggling, her big belly was straight, and it was round like a giant watermelon.

The little man walked up to the old lady and unbuttoned her clothes little by little, revealing her upper body. Two shriveled ** cloth pockets hang under the armpit like that. The little man poured the porcelain jar in his hand slightly, pouring out bright red blood, and he dipped his hand in the blood to draw something on the old lady's belly.

"What's that?" I asked.

Liang didn't speak for a long time, and after a silence, he said, "Infant corpse oil." ”

My eyes widened: "Corpse...... Corpse oil? ”

Liang Wuwu nodded: "Find a child who died before he was 2 years old, use steamed buns or lemon juice to dip the blood in the blood to gather the soul, and then put the body in a small coffin to do the method, and become a baby after 7749 days." Then use an oil lamp to scorch the baby's chin, burn out the corpse oil, mix the baby's blood, and it becomes what you see now. ”

"What if there are no children who have died?" I asked.

Liang Jiwu actually laughed: "What do you say? Then kill one. ”

I listened to it with a chill to the bone, and my whole body was cold. This is too unconscionable. I said how Tong San was so interested in the children in the car that day, and dared to love him for using babies to be ghosts and raise babies.

Liang Jiwu continued: "The kind of smoke they smoke is also refined from infant corpse oil. It can weaken people's yang energy, and they can use their bodies as bridges to connect with the underworld, and the little ghosts in hell will get on their bodies. These people are now half-human, half-ghost. ”

I couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter with the old lady?" Can she still get pregnant at her age? ”

Liang shook his head: "That's not an old lady." She was originally a big girl, but after she became pregnant, the fetus she conceived robbed her of her vitality and blood, and the whole person was squeezed dry, and she became like this. ”

I blinked, and he said the same as I guessed.

"She's pregnant with ......" I coughed and asked in a low voice, "...... Is it Tong San's child? ”

Liang didn't speak, and watched quietly.

After the little man below finished drawing the charm, the bastards all ran to the camp bed, and knelt on the ground in a circle, rolling their eyes and weeping bitterly. It seems that an important moment has arrived.

I was nervous, my teeth were fighting, and a strong sense of foreboding surged through my body.

"Are they waiting for that child to be born?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Liang said.

"That's a ghost fetus, what will it be?"

Liang Zhiwu looked at me, and suddenly said something very inexplicable: "Liu Yang, do you think anyone can make the ghosts kneel?" ”

I hesitated for a moment and asked weakly, "Lord Yama?" ”

Liang Shuwu patted me: "That's right." ”

I exclaimed, "You mean that the old lady will give birth to Lord Hades?" ”

The little man and the girls picked up the porcelain jar, raised it above their heads, and slowly tilted it, and the viscous liquid mixed with the corpse oil mixed with the corpse's blood poured down, poured on their heads, and flowed down their cheeks and chins, and fell on their bodies, and in a short time, several people became bloody people.

Liang Jiwu slowly pulled out a long knife and walked out of the corner of the darkness. I grabbed him: "What do you want to do?" ”

"You can't let that thing come out."

He held on to the railing on the second floor and jumped down. The people below were all in a daze, almost like taking medicine, and they didn't pay attention to Liang Jingwu who suddenly arrived.

Liang Wuwu walked in front of the old lady, the old lady was dying, there was only one breath left, she trembled and stretched out her hand to grope. Liang Weiwu gently stroked her hair and sighed: "This is your life." ”

He raised his knife high and was about to plunge the woman in the stomach.

At this moment, suddenly the woman's stomach swelled again, and she opened her mouth to scream, but she couldn't make any sound, and a pool of blood poured out of her lower body, soaking the ground.

Hearing only a crisp cry of "wow", the woman's stomach instantly suffocated, she opened her big eyes, looked up blankly, motionless, obviously dead.

From her lower body, a puddle of bloody thorns and hula things were born, and they were so black that I don't know what they were.

Liang Zhuwu is obviously also a little confused, and he has never seen it. He fiddled with the knife twice, and suddenly a child crawled out of the blood.

As soon as this kid crawled out, I was almost stupid.

He is a miniature version of Tong San. The face was a collection of Tong San and some kind of animal features, covered with fine fluff, with long mouth and fangs, as if roaring. He was long and short-legged, and his body was dark, and he was squatting on the ground, with his hands tied, looking around with hostility. He opened his mouth and grinned with fangs, his expression extremely vicious.

A girl covered in blood suddenly ran over, grabbed him, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

Seeing this scene, I was thrilled and remembered a past incident. A few months ago, I was on a trip to Metuo, Tibet, and saw a statue of a god in an ancient monastery. The idol had an animal face and a woman in its arms, just like the scene at this moment!

At that time, the great lama of the temple, Boren Zheyang, told me that this was the Demon Venerable of Yama, the Lord of Yama in hell.