Jiajing Spiritual Records

Chapter 107

The narrow passage slowly descends and slopes. The passage is so deep that it can't see the end for a while, just like a tunnel leading to the deepest part of the underground ghost in the boundless darkness.The deeper you go, the wider the width on both sides, from the distance that two people can only pass one by one when they come in, to the distance that can accommodate two people walking side by side, the width of the last four weeks is enough for four or five big horses Go hand in hand.

The cold wind blows from the aisle, sending chills down Ning Huan's back, and the damp and musty smell in the air intensifies. In the aisle that does not see sunlight all year round, every piece of bluestone brick has been carefully polished.The rock wall is painted with bright red cinnabar material, and the edges have been blurred and covered with a thin layer of moss.Ning Huan pursed his lips, carefully sizing up the scenes in the painting, and the complex lines continuously outlined vivid pictures.

"This is about a scene of a sacrifice." Suxian pointed to one of the murals, and Tong Ninghuan explained, "This is the sacrificial altar, and the woman who is highlighted in the painting wearing a black felt hat should be this The witches and gods in the tribe, the man lying on the altar should be the sacrifice in this sacrifice."

Su Xian looked at the second mural, and the scene of the sacrifice changed. He saw a huge black-scaled snake entrenched in the center, occupying the entire mural. Power emerges from a dark valley.Su Xian paused, and said, "This snake is probably the god respected by this tribe."

In the next third mural, the surrounding scene changed dramatically.The crowded scene seems to be describing a magnificent war, but everyone in the picture is looking up to the sky in horror.Su Xian frowned and fell silent. Both of them looked at the fourth mural on the rock wall in silence.The picture became empty for a while, and a man wearing a green fox mask appeared above. He stood on the cloud and looked down. Below was a huge black snake lying stiffly on the ground.Compared with the previous two paintings, the color tone in the painting is bright red and somewhat dazzling.

"What's the meaning? So this masked man killed this black snake?" Ning Huan asked curiously.

Su Xian didn't make a sound, but the light in his eyes flickered, revealing the same bewildered look as Ning Huan.He frowned slightly, and his eyes gradually fell to the right, wanting to continue to explore the content of the next painting, but the mural came to an abrupt end.

"What is the meaning of these paintings?" Ning Huan asked.

Su Xian pursed his thin lips slightly, shook his head, looked at Ning Huan and replied: "If this is really the entrance to Sheren Town, then these paintings may be the records related to them."

"Record? Could the black snake in the painting really be so big?" Seeing that Ning Huan was staring at the murals with his mouth slightly open, Su Xian couldn't help smiling. There will always be exaggeration, and besides, this place must be quite old. If this black snake really existed, it might be nothing more than a ten-foot-long giant python."

Hearing this, Ning Huan nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

The long passage continued to extend into the darkness, and only the sound of the two's hurried footsteps and slightly panting breathing could be heard around them. "Ning Huan, did you hear any sound?" Su Xian's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he asked with a slight frown.

"Sound?" Ning Huan looked at Su Xian in confusion and shook his head, "What sound?"

"Voice."

"Human voice?" Ning Huan frowned, "Could it be that those people outside also came?"

Su Xian shook his head and replied, "It's not them."

Ning Huan's throat tightened, and he also heard the clear human voice, but the voice was inexplicably hollow and distant, as if floating from far away.Su Xian hastily blew out the torch in his hand, and in the darkness like ink, a rough man's voice slowly sounded: "Yang Qiong, is the Sheren town you mentioned really here?"

"Yang Qiong!" Ning Huan was startled in his heart. Could it be Yang Qiong, the Yang family of Panling's puppet, but isn't he already dead?And why did it appear here?

Another male voice sounded leisurely, and he replied impatiently: "This is what the map says, and I will guide you according to the map. If you ask me whether it is true or not, how can I know if I have never been here?"

The rough male voice sounded again, and he replied cursingly: "Yang Qiong, you don't need to put on a show for me. The six sons were dragged away by that thing just now. How dare you say you don't know anything?"

"What am I going to do to him?" Yang Qiongwu sneered, "A grasshopper on a string, I won't get any benefit from killing him."

"Do you still want to attract that thing again?" The third man spoke.The dispute between the two stopped, and a disdainful snort sounded in the passage, and the voices fell silent.

Ning Huan and Su Xian waited in the darkness for a while, the darkness covered them like a heavy net, the surrounding voices completely stopped, and no one spoke at this moment. "Crack", Suxian lit the torch in his hand again. "Then... have those people left?" Ning Huan asked in a low voice.

Su Xian didn't make a sound, Ning Huan turned his eyes suspiciously and looked over.The thin light of the fire set off his pale face, and Su Xian's complexion suddenly became extremely gloomy.Ning Huan gently tugged at Su Xian's sleeve worriedly: "You...what's the matter with you?" Ning Huan asked.

Su Xian froze in place, the bottom of his eyes was surging like a wave, setting off layers of huge waves. His dark eyes fixedly stared at Ning Huan, and after a long silence, he said: "That voice just now." His heart was already shattered, he stopped unconsciously, took a deep breath slowly, and said, "That's my father's voice."

Ning Huan was stunned, his slender eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably like a butterfly caught in a net: "Then...does that mean that Uncle Su is still alive?" Su Xian shook his head, Ning Huan's eyes widened in confusion Mou, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to look around: "Then...then we are back to seven years ago?"

Holding on to the torch, Su Xian walked slowly towards the rock wall on one side. He reached out his hand to touch the cold rock wall surface, and suddenly frowned. "What's wrong?" Ning Huan walked over and asked a little strangely.

"Hold it for me first." Seeing Ning Huan approaching, Su Xian handed him the fire folder in his hand.He took out a short blade from his side, and the sharp blade scraped against the surface of the rock wall, making a slight "rustling" sound, and the debris fell on the ground one after another, revealing the jade-like stone inside. quality.Su Xian stopped the movements in his hands, and a look of understanding appeared on his face. "What is this?" Ning Huan leaned over curiously and asked.

"This is a stone." Suxian explained, "It is rumored that it is a strange stone that can know the past."

"You can still know the past!" Ning Huan's dark eyes suddenly lit up.

Suxian smiled: "It's all just rumors. But this kind of stone does have a characteristic of recording sound. What we heard just now is probably the sound left by the last wave of people who passed by here."

Ning Huan nodded suddenly, and suddenly he thought of something again, he opened his mouth slightly, and said carefully, "That, that voice just now—"

Su Xian's eyes dimmed, and the dim light from Huo Zhezi couldn't clearly illuminate the expression on his face.His tone sounded calm, completely gone from the previous shock, and he replied: "That is indeed my father's voice, but that can only mean that he was indeed planning to go to Sheren Town seven years ago." He paused slightly. After a pause, a complex look flashed across his eyes, "I seem to have heard the name of that 'six son' somewhere, but I can't remember where it is for a while. Seven years ago, these Among the few people who went to Sheren Town, the relationship seems not as simple as what Zhao Wanniang said."

Suxian glanced at Ning Huan with a blank face, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "Let's go." He said softly, "Since my father and the others also passed by this place back then, it means that we are on the right path. " Ning Huan nodded in a daze.

The two walked forward, for some reason Ning Huan always felt that there was a faint sound behind him, "tick, tick" like water drops. "What's the matter?" Seeing Ning Huan looking behind him from time to time, Su Xian asked.

Ning Huan frowned and replied: "I, I always feel that there is a voice behind me." As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and shook his head in self-denial in boredom, and muttered softly, "Maybe it's the voices of these stupid stones." The reason is to scare myself."

Su Xian let out a "tsk", and let Ning Huan lean closer to him, pinched his little face that was blown cold by the wind, and said, "It's been so long, can Mr. Ning be more successful?"

Ning Huan curled his lips in dissatisfaction and snorted, and retorted: "I, I was also the reaction of a normal person." Ning Huan bared his teeth, and the word "normal" was bitten very hard in his voice, fearing that he would embarrass Xian Can't hear what it means.

"Heh." Su Xian let out a cold snort perfunctorily.

Ning Huan looked at Su Xian, and suddenly thought of something that had been forgotten, so he asked: "By the way, you haven't told me before, what happened to that widow's village."

Su Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, heard a soft "um", and replied, "Do you still remember the stream we passed by when we came here?" Ning Huan struggled to recall that scene, and nodded with difficulty.

"If I'm not wrong, all the men in that village should have died there. The man is in the southeast, the woman is in the northwest, the mountains are in the south, and the water is in the north. But here, the positions are completely reversed, forming a feng shui dilemma. Yi Cheng A place to gather yin and raise corpses."

Ning Huan took a deep breath: "Then you mean, all the women we saw in the village were actually ghosts?"

Suxian casually "hmm": "Yes and no." Suxian replied, "The long-faced black-clothed woman we just saw is called a nun. Ba will only appear at night and are naturally afraid of water. Moreover, the dead husbands or relatives are buried under the stream, so the stream must have become a barrier to trap it here, driven by those who make offerings to the corpse. Without reincarnation, resentment will grow, and that female demon has been trapped here for an unknown amount of time, and ordinary spells can no longer do anything to her."