When Lin Zhongquan heard this, he felt unhappy and looked sulky. The young man lowered his voice and said, "Master, have you ever heard of the legend of the four-faced demon?" Lin Zhongquan shook his head.
When the man mentioned the "Four-faced Demon God", he seemed extremely excited and happy, and even his eyes seemed to be flashing with a strange light. Just listen to him slowly say: "It is said that the four-faced demon appears in Middle-earth every thirty years. Every time he appears, he can fulfill a mortal's three wishes. No matter what kind of wish the person says, the demon can help He achieves it.”
Lin Zhongquan slowly lowered his arm, held his sword behind his back and said loudly: "Lin never believes such weird things. What is the purpose of your uninvited visit? Why don't you tell me freely?"
The man smiled and said, "To be honest, I am the messenger of the devil, and you are the one I have chosen." As he spoke, he pointed a skinny finger at Lin Zhongquan. Lin Zhongquan raised his head and smiled: "Lin has heard a lot of lies, but in comparison, yours is the crudest."
The scar-faced young man asked: "Why do you see it?" Lin Zhongquan said: "Since the devil can help mortals realize their wishes, it is enough for this mortal to only make one wish, and the other two wishes seem superfluous. As long as this mortal just says a word, this mortal will Doesn’t the devil want to be angry to death?”
The young man asked: "What do mortals say?" Lin Zhongquan said: "Please ask the devil to grant me another hundred wishes."
The young man was startled: "This..." Lin Zhongquan said: "Didn't I say that the devil will satisfy any wish? And the wish this mortal made is that he hopes the devil can fulfill another hundred wishes. Just this wish, the devil will satisfy him. If it cannot be fulfilled, then why would a mortal need to express it when there are only two wishes left?"
The young man smiled and said: "That's right. It's a pity that the man thirty years ago was not as smart as Mr. Xiang to make such a request to the devil." Lin Zhongquan looked at the young man and said: "If you are short of money, Master, I am in a good mood tonight , I can give you a few taels of silver to buy some wine. If you still don’t know what to say and continue to talk to me about these boring things, then I’m sorry, but the sword in my hand will order you to be kicked out."
The messenger who claimed to be the devil was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he said slowly: "Let me make a bet with you." Lin Zhongquan said: "I don't like any bet. I never like bets. Those who win by luck." What comes is always lost very quickly. So you should return to where you came from. I will pretend that I have never seen you."
The young man didn't seem to give up, and said calmly: "In order to make you believe in the existence of the devil, I will leave my head here. As long as Mr. Mingye gives my head to the devil, I will survive. Unknown Young Master Do you have the guts to meet the devil?"
Lin Zhongquan said: "Whether it is the four-faced demon, the eight-faced demon, or the sixteen-faced demon. I am not interested." Although he said this, he thought in his heart: "This person's identity is probably suspicious. He is a member of the evil sect. His clever words and tricks are just to lure me into the trap they have set, so I will not fall for it.
I want to believe that if a person takes off his own head, someone else can put his head back intact, unless I am an idiot. If you tell anyone such a ridiculous thing, who will believe it? If he really cuts off his head and gives it to me, then there must be a huge conspiracy hidden in it. Why would a good person bet his head to meet that devil? "
While he was thinking about it, the young man really did something inhumane. He actually cut off his own head, and a stream of blood spurted out. The headless body actually held the head in both hands and placed it on the table. Lin Zhongquan saw clearly that blood was still pouring from the other person's neck, which looked extremely strange.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the lights in the house suddenly dimmed. When the lights in the house became bright again, the headless body disappeared.
Lin Zhongquan couldn't believe his eyes. He strode to the window and looked down. Below the window was a large pond. The shadow of the half moon in the sky is quietly imprinted on the water. There were no ripples on the water, and the man disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.
He turned around and looked directly at the bloody head on the round table. This human head had eyes wide open with anger and a terrifying expression. Even though Lin Zhongquan was extremely courageous, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. Another gust of night wind blew by, and the candlelight inside the house flickered, adding a hint of horror.
In addition to the head on the table, there was also a note that read: "See you at the window tomorrow." Just when Lin Zhongquan reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he seemed to hear a woman's scream coming from upstairs. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and he said to himself: "Oops, could something happen to Miss Feng?"
He hurriedly put on his gown, grabbed the sword on the table, and rushed out the door. The corridor of the inn was dark. He turned around, picked up the oil lamp in the house, held it in his hand, and walked towards the hall. Feng Miaoqing lived on the second floor. He ran towards the second floor along the stairs. short essay
Strangely, the door of a room on the second floor was wide open, and the light from inside the room shone on the floor of the corridor outside. A woman's voice came from the room: "Please, don't come here... Please, don't come here..." Lin Zhongquan rushed into the room without thinking carefully.
The strange thing is that there is a headless body sitting in front of the round table in the room, but Feng Miaoqing is not seen. Lin Zhongquan took a breath of air. When he sent Feng Miaoqing back during the day, she was dressed like this.
And what this headless body is wearing is Feng Miaoqing's white gauze. When Lin Zhongquan saw this, he was so frightened that he took seven or eight steps back in fright. At this time, the two panes opened automatically, and a gloomy voice said: "Tomorrow, don't leave the inn. When the beauty reaches her head, she will return it with both hands."
The word "hui" seemed to be floating in his ears, and Lin Zhongquan immediately closed his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating. When he opened his eyes again, the headless body was still sitting at the table. His heart was beating rapidly, and cold sweat broke out in his hand holding the hilt of the sword.
A wave of dizziness hit the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but sit down on the ground. At this moment, he did not dare to look inside the house again, because the scene just now was too terrifying. At this time, he was panicked and said to himself: "Impossible, impossible... none of this can be true..."
At this moment, the gloomy voice sounded in his ears again: "Master Lin, save me... Master Lin, save me..." Lin Zhongquan dropped the sword in his hand, covered his head with both hands, and trembled all over. , said loudly: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
He suppressed the fear in his heart to calm himself down. But what happened tonight was so unbelievable that everything I learned in the past seemed useless. He stood up straight and reached out to pat the door opposite, wanting to tell everyone that there was something weird about this inn. When he knocked on several guest rooms in succession, no one answered.
He dared to kick open a guest room door and found that the floor of the guest room was covered with dust and the furniture was staggered. The window panes are all nailed shut with boards. Lin Zhongquan thought in his mind: "Is this inn a ghost shop?
Since the person who claims to be the messenger of the devil is here to see me tonight, why did he murder Miss Feng? In order to make me believe that there really is a demon in this world, he not only cut off his own head, but also cut off Miss Feng's head? Who is this four-faced demon? Why are they looking for me? "
Lin Zhongquan was puzzled. There was a human head in the room where he lived, and there was a headless corpse in Feng Miaoqing's room. Facing this kind of thing, he couldn't help but feel terrified. He changed his mind and said, "It's better to stay in the hall until dawn."
In fact, it was not difficult to leave the inn with his martial arts skills, but he still decided to stay. Because he had begun to become interested in the legend of the devil. The sky was getting brighter little by little, and the fear in his heart gradually faded.
He clearly understood that it was impossible for a person to be resurrected if he was really dead. There are no gods and monsters in this world, and even if there are, they only appear in plays, because he has never seen a god or a monster since he was a child.
Sometimes what he saw before him might not be true, so he tried hard to convince himself to return to those two rooms again. Through the head and the headless corpse, he seemed to have discovered the other party's trick. The real owner of that head is probably the corpse wearing women's clothes. At that time, he was too frightened to look closely at the obvious clues left on the body.
First of all, if the head of this corpse was decapitated around the neck, there should be a lot of blood on the chest. But when he entered the room, there was very little blood on the collar of the corpse's clothes. Secondly, the knuckles of the hands of this headless corpse are thick and the palms are covered with calluses. They are not the hands of a woman. From this point of view, Feng Miaoqing was not killed, but abducted.
Thinking of this, he felt slightly comforted. But there were still many doubts lingering in his mind. This person clearly appeared in front of him, and he saw him cut off his head with his own eyes, put his head on the table with both hands, and followed the headless body flying out of the window. Instead of falling into the pond, he ended up in Feng Miaoqing's house.
He knew that the only way to find Feng Miaoqing was to wait. Because the other party said, "Tomorrow, don't leave the inn. When the beauty reaches her head, she will return it with both hands." What puzzles him is the other party's purpose. He pretends to be a ghost and arranges such a trick, just to arouse his interest in the devil?
If you really do this, it's not worth it. From the moment the demon messenger started speaking, the other party seemed to have noticed his feelings for Feng Miaoqing. Could it be that the other party wanted to use his infatuation with Feng Miaoqing to make a big fuss. Thinking of this, Lin Zhongquan couldn't help but frown.
It would be extremely bad if the other party really used Feng Miaoqing as a bargaining chip to make him do things that harmed the martial arts world. As he thought about it, his eyelids gradually became heavy. I haven't slept all night, and I feel a little tired now. Since the other party wants to see the so-called devil with his own eyes, he might as well recuperate first. He lay on a wooden table and fell asleep. He didn't open his eyes until sunset.
