Jiajing Spiritual Records

Su Xian was still wearing the official uniform he had in the morning, with two scimitars, one long and one short, hanging from his waist on both sides.He stood up silently, took the long burning lamp on the table and walked to the wall.The four walls of the tomb were engraved with complicated inscriptions. He touched the pattern on the wall, turned his head and asked, "Are you really going north after leaving Yizhuang?"

Ning Huan nodded affirmatively: "The south of the mountain is yang, and the north of the mountain is yin. I am indeed walking north."

"It's only half a mile to the south of our Yizhuang." Su Xian was silent for a moment, then frowned, "According to the Feng Shui here, it shouldn't be a ghost hitting the wall."

Ning Huan was taken aback for a moment, it turned out that he had been going around for a whole day, and he was circling around Yizhuang non-stop.Ning Huan lamented with a bitter face: "This is how it will be!"

"If it comes, it will be safe." Su Xian took out a sleeve knife and threw it to Ning Huan casually, "Take your self-defense and go."

Su Xian threw it casually, Ning Huan rushed forward to catch the sleeve knife in a panic, staggered and rushed forward, grabbed Su Xian's arm in a hurry to stabilize his figure.Ning Huan glanced at Su Xian who was looking impatient, and smiled obsequiously, and smoothed the wrinkles between his sleeves before letting go.Su Xian snorted, pursed his lips slightly, but didn't say anything.

Ning Huan followed Su Xian like a little daughter-in-law, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The back room." Su Xian replied.

The so-called back room of the tomb is the coffin room where the body of the owner of the tomb is placed.

Ning Huan stood up slowly, and Su Xian put the ever-burning lamp in his hand back on the table.The shadow of the candle flickered, illuminating the other side that had just been swallowed by darkness.Only then did Ning Huan realize that there were still people sitting on the remaining four chairs in the center of the hall.

"Why... why are there still people here?" Ning Huan was so startled that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground with the chair behind him.

Su Xian was still contemplating, but was interrupted by Ning Huan's movement, he raised his head with a frown, and saw that with a flick of his sleeves, the "people" on the chair began to shrink slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye , and finally only the size of a palm remains.The limbs and torso of these paper figurines can be seen, and the brows and eyes are roughly painted with pen and ink to replace the facial features, which looks more like children's graffiti.

Su Xian turned his head expressionlessly, and looked down at Ning Huan.Ning Huan was a little embarrassed by his surprise, he coughed lightly: "Fang... just now that paper boy said that a guest checked out, did you do that?"

"You made such a big commotion, those unclean things have already been eyeing you, if I didn't save you, you would be dead by now." Su Xian snorted irrefutably.

The two left the hall just now, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness. "Did you hear any strange noises?" Five paces away, Ning Huan held on to the hem of Su Xian's clothes and followed him tremblingly, afraid Inadvertently lost people.

Su Xian turned his head and glanced at Ning Huan impatiently, his eyes finally fell on Ning Huan's hand that was holding his clothes, and he didn't know what to think of, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Ning Huan, Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a scholar like you who studied hard and finally achieved fame. The emperor cherished his talents and gave him a marriage. So this man abandoned his poor wife in order to marry the princess. He Hearing this, his wife hanged herself in anger. On the night of the first seven days, this Li Sheng was about to sleep when he saw someone in white clothes calling his name outside the window. He followed the sound and walked out the door, and saw a long-haired ghost hanged On the beam in front of his door, the eyes are like copper bells, the mouth is like a basin of blood, and the blood-red tongue is as long as a foot, and the mouth is still faintly calling, "Li Lang, I'm here to find you."

After telling the story, Su Xian didn't wait for the scream he expected, he turned around in doubt: "Aren't you afraid?" His little brother heard the story in the cemetery back then, but he was so scared that he peed on the spot Pants.

Ning Huan blinked, and immediately replied with righteous indignation: "Shouldn't this kind of heartless person deserve to die?" Su Xian was taken aback.He curled his lips, okay, what he said seems to make sense.

Compared with the winding road led by the paper-wrapped boy, the tomb path leading to the back room is obviously straighter and easier to walk.Su Xian folded the fire in his hand towards the rock wall beside him, and the delicate murals on the wall were faintly visible in the faint light of the fire.

"What is this?" Ning Huan moved forward curiously.

Su Xian replied: "A narrative mural." The colors in the painting are very bright, with a lot of bright red and bright yellow, which looks extraordinarily coquettish under the light of the fire: "Smothered willows painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of houses. Pointing to one of the murals, he said, "This bustling market is like Bianjing. The woman in the painting, wearing a phoenix crown and sitting in a Luan chariot, is probably the owner of this Song tomb."

Su Xian frowned: "It's strange, if the princes and nobles of the previous dynasty are really buried here, how could their fate become like this."

"Is Empress Xizi buried? When I came just now, that paper boy asked me if I came to pay homage to Empress Xizi?"

Suxian snorted coldly: "A human-faced spider that has become a spirit is just playing tricks here." He looked down at Ning Huan, and raised half of his mouth, "If I hadn't come, you would have become this Empress Xizi The tribute." Ning Huan shrank his shoulders in fright, so Su Xian turned his head contentedly.

Well, a coward is still a coward.

Su Xian looked at the murals on the wall for a moment and then said: "Let's go back and take a look in the south ear room." Ning Huan didn't know what Su Xian wanted to do, but he didn't dare to ask more when he saw his serious expression.

The tomb takes the tomb passage as the central axis, and two ear chambers are opened on the left and right sides of the back chamber.Unlike the north ear chamber, there is almost nothing in the south ear chamber except for a huge black carved coffin.

Su Xian pointed the fire folder forward, and an exquisite jade-inlaid lacquer coffin was placed on the mahogany coffin bed a few steps away from them.The surface of the coffin is inlaid with jade, neatly arranged in the way of eight trigrams and seven stars.

Ning Huan was puzzled: "Why is such a magnificent coffin placed in the ear room at random?"

Su Xian pulled out the short knife at his waist, and gently pressed down on the seam of the coffin against his sleeve. "Ba" could only hear the lifted coffin lid being kicked aside.Su Xian looked inside the coffin with a clear expression.

Ning Huan hid behind Su Xian, poked out half of his head: "Why is there nothing in here?"

Su Xian inserted the dagger back into the scabbard and said, "The wax on the seams is gone, and the corpse has been moved elsewhere."

There was a sound of "rusting" in the ear room, as if something was rushing towards them like a tide.Su Xian clicked his tongue, frowned as if cursing in a low voice, and pulled Ning Huan back to the corner.

"What... what?" Ning Huan's eyes widened.

"The human-faced spider you saw last night." Su Xian replied.

"This...so much!" Ning Huan's voice trembled.

"Probably because the spider king appeared here." Su Xian drew out the long knife beside him.The long knife was out of its sheath, and the evil spirit immediately shook off the monsters around it that were about to move.They didn't dare to move forward, but they didn't leave either. The huge blue-gray babies with lifeless heads were dormant ten steps away, waiting for an opportunity.

"There is a piece of land under the coffin that I stepped on just now and it is hollow. I suspect there is a secret passage underneath." Su Xian said in a low voice.

"But the evil knife can deter human-faced spiders. They dare not come up for a while. Let's go through the secret path and find a way to get out of here." Suxian touched the coffin along the corner of the wall, and tapped his fingers on the bluestone slabs on the ground. Brick, he quickly found that special brick, and with the fire pocket in his mouth, he pried it off with a short knife.