Jiajing Spiritual Records

"Yang Qiong?" Ning Huan widened his black eyes in surprise, and his eyes fell on the monster with a human head and a snake body not far away in astonishment, and he was speechless for a while, "But why did he become like this? "Ning Huan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes wandered back and forth between the human head and the half snake body, and it took him a long time to manage to utter a word, "That, that Zhao Wanniang also mentioned it yesterday." Ning Huan raised his eyes and looked carefully at Turning to Su Xian, he said carefully, "She also began to show signs of snake transformation, could it be..." If this is really She Renzhen's curse, will Zhao Wanniang eventually turn into such a human head and snake body? monster.That Suxian's parents who have been missing for 14 years...

Su Xian lowered his eyes and did not answer.After a moment of silence, he replied: "If this is really a curse after entering Sheren Town, then Yang Qiong must also know what made people dispose of his body like this." His eyes fixed on the black coffin. "The Sanqing Mountain runes on the black coffin are specially used to suppress ghosts, and the traces seem to be old. Didn't Yang Qiong know that he would become what he is now? But who gave these runes back then?" What about his?"

"If only we had come earlier, maybe Yang Qiong was still alive at that time." Ning Huan murmured, his eyes fell on the head that had rolled down to the side of the black coffin, with fine and tiny transparent scales all over it. Covering Yang Qiong's entire face, like layers of dead skin floating on the skin, shining white light under the moonlight.Ning Huan turned his head and swallowed with difficulty: "He must know a lot."

Su Xian gave a soft "Yes", and replied: "The reason why the Yang family suddenly disappeared and hid in three different places all these years has come to light, but—" His eyes darkened, and he looked at the people behind him. The corpse oil lamps arranged in a gossip array were silent for a while, "It's just, who are they hiding all these years? But Yang Qi should know about these things."

"Then are we going back?" Ning Huan asked in a low voice.

Su Xian answered absent-mindedly, his cold brows and eyes slightly lost in the moonlight. "What's the matter, is there anything else?" Ning Huan looked at Su Xian worriedly and asked uneasily.

Su Xian shook his head: "No, I just feel something is wrong, but I can't tell what's wrong. Forget it, let's bury Yang Qiong's body first." Ning Huan nodded, and the two placed Yang Qiong's body again. Returned to the black coffin, covered it with soil and left.

After Yang Qi returned to the Yang residence with a pale face, he staggered and pushed open the door of the back room.Cold sweat kept slipping from his temples to his clothes. He held the corner of the table and picked up the cold tea on the table with trembling hands and poured it into his mouth. "It'll be fine like this." He gasped heavily, "It'll be fine like this." He murmured over and over again, as if he was constantly persuading himself.

Outside the house, there was one slow and dull sound after another from the wooden stairs, "creak—creak—" like the painful moan of an old waterwheel spinning, amplified infinitely by the echo in the dark, a black shadow slowly Stepping up the stairs.On both sides of the cramped corridor, the puppets looked over. There was a sound of "squeaking" from the beams of the room, and the cold white moonlight was pouring in through the cracks in the broken window paper, one after another. A pale human face slowly poked out its head from the thick darkness. They clung to the rock wall like spiders, quickly climbed down along the beams, and blocked the uninvited guest...

The white candle in the room flickered suddenly, and the light suddenly dimmed.Yang Qi looked at the door suddenly, only heard a "squeak—" at this time, the door slowly opened, accompanied by a sound of "roll——", a head rolled down to Yang Qi's feet .Yang Qi turned his head stiffly, staring at the bottomless blackness outside the house, his expression changed, and tremblingly said: "It's you."

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"Are you really going to ask Yang Qi straight to the point? What if he refuses to say what to do?" Ning Huan froze in the corner, unable to find a place to stand for a long time, he simply gave up squatting Under the wall, the outstretched dirty hand casually touched the sleeve, and waited for a while for Su Xian to pull himself up, "He specially put medicine in our teapot, just to prevent us from seeing it. If you ask him later, he will definitely not tell the truth easily."

"If you don't tell me, I have a way to make him talk about it." Su Xian replied nonchalantly, turned over lightly and jumped onto the top of the wall, then stretched out his hand towards Ning Huan who was below, "Come up."

"What can you do?" Ning Huan snorted dissatisfiedly, he looked up at Su Xian and suddenly thought of something, curled his lips in disgust, "It can't be your Jin Yiwei's method of beating and beating?" He gave a sigh of relief, "Then I really doubt that what you are asking is the truth?"

"I don't know if it was torture or not. I only know that if you don't come up, Ning Huan, just wait outside alone." Su Xian's gnashing of teeth voice came from above.At this moment, his hands are sore, and the kid is still discussing with him whether it is torture or not?

Ning Huan smiled obsequiously: "I... I was just joking, Lord Su, why take it seriously." After speaking, he hurriedly grabbed Su Xian's hand, and using his strength, he climbed up the wall panting.The dust that fell on the wall ate his mouth full, he twisted his little face, spit out a few mouthfuls of "peh peh", smacking it, relishing the taste in his mouth, and found that it was still bursts of bitterness.

Su Xian looked at Ning Huan's side face with a funny face, seeing his embarrassed appearance, the corners of his slightly raised lips curled up, "How old is he, he still looks like a child." He shook his head With a sneer, he jumped into the wall without waiting for Ning Huan to retort twice.

Ning Huan curled his lips, bared his teeth angrily at Su Xian's back, and hurriedly jumped down.When it landed, it happened to step on a round and slippery protrusion. The whole person jumped forward and took a few staggering steps before he managed to stabilize his figure and almost sprained his foot.

Hearing the movement, Suxian turned around hurriedly, seeing Ning Huan grinning in pain, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Walk well, no one is urging you." He walked forward and squatted down, carefully pressing Touching Ning Huan's ankle, he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Pain is naturally painful, but Ning Huan didn't want such a trivial matter to hinder the next business, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by Su Xian as a troublesome person, so he shook his head hastily: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"Really?" Suxian raised his eyelids suspiciously, and the strength in holding Ning Huan's ankle was obviously a little stronger, "Hiss—" Ning Huan bent over and gasped in pain, and cursed angrily: " What's wrong with you?"

Su Xian snorted softly, and couldn't deny it, and the movements of his hands became a little softer: "Didn't you just say that it doesn't hurt? Don't move!" His hand stopped Ning Huan's struggling movement, and said softly, "Rub it away." It’s good, otherwise it will swell.”

Ning Huan hesitated, his ears gradually turned red, he pouted, and stopped moving.He lowered his eyes and looked around, looking for the round stone that tripped him just now, and asked curiously: "What is that just now?"

Su Xian shook his head, and followed Ning Huan's line of sight to look left and right.After a while, he frowned slightly, and picked up a head with long hair hanging from the weeds a few inches high.Ning Huan's heart skipped a beat, and when he saw the facial features concealed under the long hair, he realized that the head in Su Xian's hand was not a real person, but belonged to those puppets in Yang's house.It's just that the two eyeballs on the puppet's face were dug out, leaving behind a pair of black eye frames that looked a little scary.

Ning Huan complained in a low voice: "Why does the Yang family throw puppets around?" He carefully looked at the facial features on the head, and the familiar face was very similar to the red one they met in the long corridor during the day. Clothed woman, but the broken part of the neck seemed to be torn off abruptly.

Su Xian stared at the head without saying a word, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.Ning Huan pursed his lips, feeling increasingly uneasy, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this thing?"

"The puppet's eyes have been gouged out." After a moment of silence, Su Xian stood up, his ink-like eyes swept warily towards the thick blackness behind him, and said in a low voice: "I suspect that something happened to the Yang family. .”

"What happened?" Ning Huan was startled when he heard this.It was only a stick of incense before Ning Huan, Suxian and Ning Huan Suxian returned to Yang's house when Yang Qi left, and something happened to Yang's house.Ning Huan frowned, and asked softly, "What about Yang Qi?"

Su Xian shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Go to him first. But the person who is eyeing Yang's house may not have left yet, so we have to be careful." Ning Huan nodded cautiously.

Su Xian frowned slightly, then turned to look at Ning Huan worriedly, and asked, "Is your foot feeling better?"

Ning Huan nodded quickly: "It's okay!" In order to reassure Su Xian, Ning Huan deliberately stomped on the ground twice, "Look, I'm really fine!" Su Xian laughed: "Okay, let's go then."

The promenade that the two of them passed by during the day was already covered with the severed limbs of puppets, and the eyes were dug out from the torn heads. "It is rumored that the souls of those puppets made of little ghosts are trapped in their eyes. Now that their eyes have been gouged out, it also means that these puppets are dead." The woman in red with her head down can still walk and run, but some of the complete puppets without their eyes can't.Ning Huan pursed his lips and followed Su Xian without saying a word.They followed the wooden steps to Yang Qi's main house.

In the darkness, flickering candles flickered in the house, the door of the main house was wide open, but there was no one in the house.Candlelight can only illuminate half of the main house. There are various puppets hanging on the top of the hollow beams. The toes sway slightly in the breeze that leaks in from the window lattices. At first glance, they look like rows of corpses hanging from the beams.Seven or eight unfinished puppets fell to the ground in a mess, blocking the way in front of Ning Huan and Su Xian.

The cold wind passing through the hall mixed with the strong musty smell made Ning Huan feel chilly all over. The white candle tears were falling on the sandalwood table drop by drop. The candlelight shone on the faces of these puppets, and the smiling faces outlined by the paintbrush looked particularly weird.Ning Huan asked in a low voice: "Could it be that Yang Qi has already run away?"

Su Xian shook his head: "But the people here seem to have disappeared." Su Xian bit the word "people" very hard. Indeed, on the way here, he only saw those puppets who lost their eyes, but not the puppets. with one person.

Su Xian remained silent, and Ning Huan couldn't continue to ask questions.His eyes began to wander around the weird puppets in the room, and finally he was attracted by a puppet in the corner.Speaking of which, its size is only the size of a child, and it looks inconspicuous, but among those scattered puppets, it is the only one standing.

The shofar braids, the yellow jacket with the back of the jacket, and the exaggerated blush set off a paper-like pale face.On the small face with a stiff smile, the black eyes seemed to turn left and right through a layer of hollow holes.Ning Huan walked forward slowly in amazement, he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood around the puppet's container, so he looked down and saw that the dark red blood under the candlelight was flowing along the path under his feet. The wooden boards flowed slowly, "Heh, heh, heh", it seemed that someone was trying to make a sound...