Chapter 192 (1/2)
When Xiao Zhengyi and his party entered the ”master's” tent, they found that it was unexpectedly bright.
There was no light and no window (although it was useless to have windows at night), but there was no darkness in the tent.
The large tents in all directions are full of elegant sandalwood smell, and the furnishings inside are also very simple. The furniture is just a low table with crystal balls. In addition, there is a scarlet shrine, a Buddha statue carved from unknown wood, and a cross with a crucifixion of the crucifixion of Jesus
”Even this is a hodgepodge...”
Xiao Zhengyi make complaints about it.
”Wait a minute, don't move.” At this time, the emperor's sword spirit floating behind Chen Tuwa suddenly said.
”What's the matter?”
Fang Xiaoqing, who was already nervous, asked quickly.
”This is magic.” The sword spirit girl narrowed her eyes, carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and said, ”unbelievable... I always thought that this level of magic had been lost more than a thousand years ago. I didn't expect to see it.”
”Magic?” Xiao Zhengyi looked around and couldn't see where magic was: ”which is magic?”
”All of them.”
The sword spirit girl replied without thinking, ”you all step back. I'll try to break this illusion.”
”Wait, according to the routine of horror films, as soon as you touch this illusion, the other party will find us?”
Chen Tuwa suddenly said, ”I think it's better to think in the long run...”
”Master, that... You seem to be a little late?”
Tianzi Jianling looked back awkwardly. With her words, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
It is no longer the bright, simple decoration but looks fresh and generous, but it has returned to the dark and narrow that a normal tent should have.
What's more unpleasant is that, except for the entrance side, there are short and long three-story vermilion tables near the wall on the other three sides of the tent, on which many wooden signs are placed irregularly, which looks like an ancestral hall dedicated to the spirit throne.
”Wow, this is really a horror scene...”
Chen Tuwa, who always felt that her words had become prophecies, scratched her head in distress.
”Now, it's too late to leave. I'd better search here quickly to see if there's any harvest!”
Xiao Zhengyi didn't intend to waste time either, he said firmly.
Since the other two followed, they were more or less psychologically prepared for this situation, so they didn't talk much nonsense and began to search for useful clues in this greatly changed tent.
”There are words on these wooden plates... 'Kan Kao Duke Chen taboo the position of Xilian born by the king of Qingzhou house' is this a memorial tablet?”
Fang Xiaoqing guessed uncertainly.
”No, to be exact, it should be the spiritual position of a man named Chen Qingzhou after his death. The” kan Kao ”means that there were no elders when the man died. The” Fu Jun ”is a respectful title for the dead, and the” Sheng Xilian ”is a Buddhist term for transcending the dead.”
Chen Tuwa picked up a memorial tablet and looked at it carefully. At the same time, she casually explained, ”it's normal for you not to know. This should be more common in the countryside. My third aunt's family has this memorial tablet.”
”Do you mean that all the people here are the dead?”
Xiao Zhengyi's face sank when he heard the speech.
There are less than a thousand wooden cards in this tent. If all of them are spiritual tablets, it's really a little cool behind people's back.
”If only that were true.” Chen Tuwa smiled bitterly: ”the handwriting on the memorial tablet here is roughly divided into two colors, white and gold. If I guessed correctly, the golden word is the real dead, and the white word is the person killed by the so-called 'master'
”How did you know?”
Xiao Zhengyi asked curiously.
”Because I saw Ding Yang's Spirit card, which was written in white over there...”
Chen Tuwa pointed to a Lingpai not far away and replied.
”What the hell did the master do?” Fang Xiaoqing still doesn't understand. Looking at Xiao Zhengyi's expression of understanding under the reminder of Chen Tuwa, she can't help asking.
”Xiaoqing, is there a strange story like 'drowning ghost looking for a substitute' in your hometown?” Xiao Zhengyi didn't answer her directly, but asked instead.
”Is it the kind of saying that adults frighten children that someone has drowned in a river and his ghost is looking for a substitute for the dead ghost to keep children from swimming?”
As soon as she said this, Fang Xiaoqing hammered her palm as if she understood something: ”do you mean that the victims this time were actually possessed by the original master of the spirit tablet?”
”Yes, that explains the way the rumor came out of the great master's craft. The connection between the treatment and the self has been turned into a ghost for many years, and has the final say.
”It's just a guess, but anyway, it's better to take Ding Yang's spirit throne first. We're almost ready to withdraw.”
Xiao Zhengyi listened carefully to the noise outside. He felt that the commotion began to decrease gradually. He immediately said.
Unfortunately, it's still a little late.
”I'm sorry you can't go anywhere.”
Just then, a figure in a cloak and hood appeared silently in the room.
Although the other party didn't report her home, her deja vu dress that wrapped her whole body in a cloak made several people understand at once that this guy was the final boss, the mysterious' master '.
The first reaction was Xiao Zhengyi.
He almost subconsciously swung half of the Yuanrong sword and cut it at the other party!
But before the blade touched the other side, the 'master' stretched out his hand and made an outward push.
Xiao Zhengyi seemed to be hit by a high-speed car. The whole person flew out backward and hit the case several times. The third floor desktop was directly broken, and the spirit tablets placed on it hit him in the face.
”Horizontal groove, force?!”
Chen Tuwa was shocked.
”You've seen that movie?”
The emperor's sword spirit was shocked.
”I think you're surprised at the wrong place...”
Fang Xiaoqing, who was shocked, had to make complaints about it.
”If you dare to break into my territory, I have to admire your courage.” The 'master' walked slowly towards them, but no one dared to underestimate the power hidden in his thin body: ”but I have to say... You are looking for your own death.”
”What the hell are you?”
Chen Tuwa seemed to give up the struggle. She just stared at each other and asked, ”it's not too much for me to be an understanding ghost before I die?”
”Hum, you really have a lot of heart... But if you expect that guy who has made a lot of trouble in the east to save you, I'm afraid you'll lose count. Don't you find that there's no sound coming from there now?”
The 'master' sneered: ”well, I'll let you know a little about death.”
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The so-called ”master” was originally a ghost wandering between the nether world.
Like the vast majority of ghosts with incomplete souls and unable to reincarnate, it has almost no memory before its death. It can only wander by the edge of forgetting the river with instinct, day after day and year after year.