"Unexpectedly, there is this one story in this, so what role did your senior brother play in this process?"

The fourth uncle glanced at me and said, "He's hungry for profit." ”

"Lust for profit? How simple is that? ”

"Zhao Debiao's father originally wanted to use lynching in prison to force Lao Zhenren to hand over the method of returning yang, and the first object he chose was my senior brother. My senior brother is a deviant person, and the relationship with the old man is not very good, Zhao Debiao and his father just revealed his intentions, he was embarrassed with him, and even took the initiative to ask for cooperation, and promised to give him the key magic weapon 'Pangu Heart'. ”

"It's unbelievable that the truth of the matter should be like this." Jin Lei and Ruan Lina exchanged glances, both of them couldn't believe that the truth behind it would be like this.

"To put it bluntly, it's all for a good word. Zhao Debiao's father promised my senior brother that as long as Pangu Xin was handed over to him, he could give him a large sum of money, for Jitai Zhenren, relying on the belief of the villagers alone is far from enough to support their 'career', with this money, not only do you not need to worry about your livelihood, but you can also rely on it to do a lot of things. It was with this in mind that the senior brother fell deeper and deeper on this road. ”

"Then how did Zhao Debiao and his father know that you would definitely come here?"

"This is going to say that creation makes people, the senior brother agreed to cooperate with him, and then told the details of the old man, this is a coincidence, but when it comes to this paragraph between the old man and the cuckoo many years ago, Zhao Debiao and his father also wondered which one did not ruin his own hard work, it was really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it, although he agreed to cooperate, it would not hurt their lives, so he made up his mind to make a good whole of the old man."

"So, he moved out of the cuckoo?" I wondered.

"Yes, he threatened the life of Du Juan and his brother, and asked her to come to the old man and tell her that as long as he told the old man the words 'stop the funeral house', he would understand."

The funeral house is a taboo in the feng shui of the yang house, and the owners of the houses who live in this pattern will mostly bump into demons and ghosts, and they will soon die. However, all the craftsmen who build houses know some of the feng shui of the yang house, even if the house is not built, they will not get a warehouse in front of someone else's courtyard and pull up a barn.

"Wasn't the secret room destroyed by the old man?"

"It's really ruined, but the secret room has reappeared," the fourth uncle thought for a moment and replied: "This is where Zhao Debiao's father is powerful, he seems to have the ability to reach the sky, and designed a seamless drama, he not only let us go to the town, but also immediately arranged for the cuckoo to find the old man, which is in his design, inside and out." ”、

"What kind of person can have such skills?" I couldn't help but be curious about this man who had never been on the road before.

"Fourth uncle, tell us, what else is abnormal about this Zhao Debiao's father?"

At that time, the moment Lao Zhenren saw the cuckoo appear, he actually had doubts in his heart, he knew the danger below, and if he went down again, I was afraid that he would not have the luck of the last time. However, Du Juan's request, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he said to Du Juan, who had been worried behind him: Don't worry, your brother will be fine, when I saw the 'Nine Dragons Corpse Array', I knew that the matter of the year was not over, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and a disaster could not be avoided, so I will go and take a look at the funeral house. After speaking, the old man turned around and walked towards the snow. Du Juan looked at his distant back and left tears. ”

"The sky is becoming more and more gloomy, and there is no cold wind like a ghost howling just now, but there is a dull feeling of depression. With the sound of squeaking snow all the way, the old man came to the barn made of adobe bricks. It is said that it is a warehouse, but it is better to say that it is a square ground bunker, and there is no air outlet for ventilation around it, which is obviously not simply used to hold sundries. At first, it was just a dilapidated house, but this time it was replaced with a bunker-like warehouse, which looked even more eerie. There was a disproportionate lock on the dilapidated wooden door, and the old man saw it, took a breath of luck, and kicked open the wooden door with his foot. The moment the wooden door was kicked open, the yin wind blew from nowhere. There is a black hole inside, and only about one square meter of the door can be seen. The old man got into it without thinking about it. Although this warehouse is impermeable on all sides, but when you walk into it, you feel cold to the bone, and then look at the narrow room, the four walls stand upside down, how can there be any sundries, but the old man found that there is a square well in the house, which is very unusual. The well was clasped with heavy wooden planks and sealed with iron bars, how could ordinary people seal the well. No matter how you look at it, there is an evil spirit. The old man made up his mind, wanted to find a hard object to pry open the manhole cover, to see what was famous inside, but looked around but could not find the stick that pried open the manhole cover, but found that there was an oil lamp placed under the protruding well, and looked at the door to welcome the light, the lamp oil was almost exhausted, and a piece of wilted cotton was weakly put in the lamp bowl, but the strange thing is that the lamp bowl was not filled with ordinary yellow lamp oil, but a red paste like blood, the old man picked up the lamp holder, smelled it, and a fishy smell rushed straight to the brain, pouted, I know that this is the 'blood lamp' of the shaman's 'Lunatic Worship'. ”

"Lunatic?" I, Jin Lei, and Ruan Lina were surprised in unison.

The origin of shamanism is impossible to say, according to historical records, as early as ancient times in northern China there was a shaman. Now archaeologists have found that there were rudiments of shamanism as early as the Stone Age, and shamanism was a household name in the north at that time. It was not until the Wei and Jin dynasties that Buddhism and Islam were introduced to the Central Plains, and Taoism arose in the north, resulting in the gradual decline of "ancient shamanism".

But because of this, many branches have been spread, and they have blossomed and borne fruit in the northern land, such as the most familiar "jumping god" is the shamanic branch "Worship Immortal Sect". There are many more, such as worshipping the moon and the sun, worshipping fire, and worshipping the soul. And "blood worship" is an outlier in shamanism. "Blood worship" worships darkness, with blood. The "Teng" Han, who believes that the world is full of living beings, means soul. It is believed that blood is the foundation of life, can revive all things, and blood is the medium of communication with spirits and all things. Most of its followers were bloody and tyrannical followers, and their cultivation methods also depended on human blood to maintain, and they gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

"Lin Kun, what is turbid blood?" Jin Lei and Ruan Lina asked.

"The oil of this turbid blood lamp is boiled with twenty-three virgin 'pains', and the so-called heart's blood is to dig out the heart alive when people are alive, and collect the last drop of blood for the heart's blood. It is said that when you light this lamp, you can see the souls of the deceased, the wandering spirits, and the road to hell. I replied.

The fourth uncle nodded affirmatively and said: "You are right, when the old man thinks of this, he can't help but feel indescribably bored with the turbid blood lamp in his hand, but because there is no lighting tool in a hurry, he has to use it, but look at the oil of this turbid blood lamp is frozen into a lump and set at the bottom of the lamp bowl. The old man took out a match and lit the turbid blood lamp, but he saw that the flame was only the size of a red bean, and the red was terrifying, and it shook itself without wind. The old man didn't care so much, with the flickering light, the old man stroked his cuffs, half knelt on the ground, and moved the edge of the well with both hands to use brute force, and he simply lifted the heavy manhole cover to the ground. The moment the edge of the well was overturned, a foul air rose into the sky, filling the already narrow space in an instant. The old man was also staggered by the rancid turbidity, sat on the ground, and wanted to take the blood lamp to see what was going on in the well, but found that the flames of the turbid blood lamp, which were originally the size of beans, swelled up and rose to a height of half a person, and the flames kept swaying and dancing, like a bloody ghost, writhing violently with a deformed body. ”

"What's down there?"

"Listen to me!" The fourth uncle continued, "The old man went into the well room and found a turbid blood lamp, but the moment the deep well was opened, the strange turbid blood lamp underwent a mutation, and the flames of the fire rose sharply. The fire is red, but it feels like being in an ice cellar. I feel that I can't love it, and I have an urge to understand myself. The old man didn't understand why he was so depressed and sad in his heart, and when he saw the wall, he had the idea of hitting his head to death. At the moment when he was about to collapse mentally, a wave of flatulence surged up from his lower abdomen, he didn't spit it out, his face was red, his head buzzed, and he was awake for most of the time, and he reacted, this is the way of this turbid blood lamp, got up from the ground, and scolded secretly: What a sinister evil art. Turning back, he spat at the red flame of the turbid blood lamp, only to hear the hissing sound coming from the wick, like the desperate wail of a wounded beast. Look at the flame that has gradually faded. It was back to the size of a bean, and the flames swayed up and down, crumbling to extinguish. The old man looked at this evil turbid blood lamp, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, it seems that there is something unclean hidden in this barn, which will make this turbid blood lamp fascinating, it is better to be careful. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Debiao's father is testing the ability of the old man?"

"Half and half." The fourth uncle sighed with emotion and continued, "The old man picked up the turbid blood lamp and shone it down the well, the smell of rancid smell is not as strong as just now, but the light source is limited and I can't see how deep the well is, and there is a two-finger-thick hemp rope hanging on the wall of the well. As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be a layer of black mist that could not be dissolved, he picked up a piece of gravel and threw it down, trying to explore the depth, the sound of the stone hitting the wall of the well was endless, but he could not confirm the depth. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, his temper came up, and he went out to see what kind of cows, ghosts, and snakes were fucking, and the gods all beckoned, who let himself boast to other girls. Seeing that the turbidity in the well was almost dispersed, he held the lamp in one hand and the rope in the other, and slowly slid down, while sliding down, while looking at the bluestone well wall, although it was winter, but the shady well wall did not see the dead moss is also abnormal, it seems that this place is by no means a pure and kind place. After more than 20 minutes, when I went down to the bottom of the well, my donkey's face was already sweating. ”

"The bottom of the well is not as cold as it is above, but there is a damp smell. The old man took a turn around the well with a lantern, and found that there was indeed a hole at the bottom of the well, and there was an extra hidden wooden door on the bare wall of the well, which was carved with rough runes. It's not like Taoist runes, and it's not like Buddhist Sanskrit. Strange shapes, all of them are some totem-like symbols, he can't understand them, he doesn't care so much, it's definitely not a good thing anyway. Pushing the door in, I didn't wait to see anything, but I smelled a smell of blood. Choking people to nause, he shook his head and lit the torch hanging on the wall, but the scene in front of him made the fourth uncle's scalp tingle. I saw a row of naked living people, men, women, and children, covered in blood, with iron hooks on their collarbones, hanging on the wall. Their eyes were full of grievances, their lips were pale and thin. Bamboo tubes are inserted into the chest. Drops of blood were constantly dripping into the vessels on the ground, like a slaughterhouse. The old man couldn't close his mouth for a long time, but after coming back to his senses, he was secretly speechless, and the turbid blood lamp in his hand seemed to be stimulated by something and became angry, flickering and dimming, and the flames swayed from side to side. The old man walked in and took a closer look, these people were all dying, and some of them had run out of qi and blood. When he died for a long time, his dark and dirty eyes were full of grief and hatred. Those who were still alive were glazed over, and the blood in their bodies was drying up little by little. The sound of the turbid blood lamp in the hands of the old man hissed endlessly, and in the swaying flames of Yin Hong, the 'poof' sound was extinguished. A yin qi came violently against the wind, and the torches on the wall shook themselves without wind. The old man glared angrily, knowing that something was coming at him. ”