The old man moved his body to fix the adobe's abdomen. The abdomen of the elderly is collapsed and loose, as if the pelvis is covered with a layer of skin. Even though it was a ball of wet mud, he still achieved this effect. Now he's adding more details.
"This soil is very particular."
Wen Ying asked: "What kind of details? Is it the origin of soil and water, or the ratio of the two."
"The only thing we can use is that person's grave soil."
"Wood...earth?"
"Wrapped in a coffin, or directly next to the bones... the soil in the tomb can also be used as a material."
Wenying stood up suddenly and took a quick step back, probably because she was frightened. Others were also surprised, but they just stared wide-eyed and did not dare to say anything. This soil does not smell any peculiar smell, but it may be mixed with other things. Standing behind the old man, Han Chang looked around, trying to find some new clues.
The old man's voice sounded like it came from a dead person. He went on to say: "This harmony with soil is just like harmony with medicine. You must pay attention to it in every possible way. The medicine has its own medicine, and this soil also has its soil."
"What is Dobiki?"
When Wenying asked the question, Han Chang had already caught a glimpse of a box placed in the corner. The wood is very ordinary, but judging from the form, it should be an urn. Was this old lady's ashes once contained in this wooden box? Although due to the influence of some foreign cultures, more and more people choose cremation, but burial is still the mainstream recommendation today. Maybe it was not the burial method her son chose, but the old man himself.
"Ashes are a necessary introduction." He said in a leisurely manner, "Water is not very particular, but if it is just a few days after a person's death and the body water overflows, it can be mixed in. After firing, if there is The effect would be better if a thin layer of the person's body oil is applied before glazing...it will look more like a living person."
When he said this, the faces of the audience changed. Wenying kept backing up until she was close to Jiaomo, and she was startled when she was supported. Xie Zhe and Han Zhang exchanged glances, and Han Zhang's hand had moved to the hilt of the sword. The old man didn't know anything about it. He put one hand on the ground and continued his work in a twisted posture.
Xie Zhe secretly thought, could it be said that every puppet they saw in the past - every puppet they destroyed with their own hands, were the bones of others? Those people are clearly thoughtless...but in this case, isn't it equivalent to them killing so many relatives that others miss day and night? No, you shouldn't think that way, this old man is going to get involved. Xie Zhe clenched his fists and kept telling himself that those people were already dead and were no different from the living corpses controlled by the disease. They did not belong to this world.
"Did you know that in other places, there have been cases of puppets attacking humans? What happened? They appear in groups. It can't be said that they are seeking personal revenge, right?"
"No." The old man shook his head, "Those are just inferior products. Go to the mass graves to exhume the corpses and dig out the soil. The ashes of everyone are mixed together and fired in batches in fixed molds. In this way, the puppets produced People are just ordinary puppets. Although they gather too many thoughts, each of them is pitiful and can only barely support some human instincts."
That's somewhat reassuring to say. It turns out that the puppets that are now "resurrected" are the old man's targeted craftsmanship. The old man coughed several times, which was like thunder and echoed repeatedly in the room. He cleared his throat and continued:
"I have tried wrapping the corpse directly with soil before, and then fired it into a shape. The corpse inside turned into ashes. The fired doll was still hard and motionless... Alas, a dead thing like this has no blood or flesh. , there really was no way. At first we didn't think of glazing, we just peeled off the human skin and covered it again, but it was of no use. We thought that maybe the soul ran away as soon as the person died, so we started to try to burn it. Living people..."
The indoor kiln hadn't started yet, but they were all sweating. Does this old man know what he is talking about? Don't get older and start talking nonsense! Or is he just scaring these young people? But his current craftsmanship is so amazing, I'm afraid these words are not impossible. Han Chang's hand has fallen on the hilt of the sword, and he is holding it tightly, ready to draw the sword at any time.
"How can we burn living people?" Xie Zhe said, pretending to be calm, "I'm afraid it will turn them into resentful spirits."
"Yeah, but there's nothing difficult to deal with... Some people couldn't bear the pain and passed out after being peeled halfway, or they kept screaming and moving around. We had to take medicine to stun them first. Then wait. After they were unconscious, they peeled off the hair, made a cross on the top of the head, poured special medicine into it, and dissolved the fat under the skin... The human skin fell to the ground like clothes."
The old man's old voice made this narrative even more bizarre. They seemed to be listening to a fairy tale, concentrating on it and not daring to speak. Holding Wenying's hand, Jiaomo could feel her shaking slightly. Han Zhang pretended to be confused and asked:
"You said it in such detail, are you really not afraid of someone trying to learn from you?"
"Hey...just listen. As long as you can restore the prescriptions for the medicines I mentioned, I have to praise you for your ability."
Xie Zhe couldn't bear it any longer, and he couldn't help but touch Feng Yunzhan with his hand. But where they are, people can see clearly with just a little movement. Jiao Mo immediately took his hand, pretending to be very interested and complimented:
"You are really knowledgeable and talented. If I heard you right, there is the word 'we' in what you just said. Could it be that...you have many apprentices and assistants?"
The old man liked hearing this. He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were more frightening than the withered corpse.
"Hey - I have a few disciples, and they should be in high positions now. But those who study these are mostly knowledgeable and talented people. Most of them are over fifty years old, and the youngest is over forty years old. Young people are now People should still be able to do great things, only old bones like me are doing these boring good things."
Wenying couldn't bear it any longer: "Aren't you afraid that someone will report you to the police for doing these murderous things?"
"Reporting to the official?" The wrinkles on the old man's face sunk deeper, "I said this, and you heard this, what evidence do you have? This old man is just talking nonsense, why would the official believe you, a yellow-haired girl? Reporting to a false official, but that's the case He will go to jail. Furthermore, if the old man is really arrested, don't blame the people of Rangyangpo for making things difficult for him."
Several people were silent. Indeed, now he is a very popular miracle doctor in this damn place. If he becomes an enemy, he will be sincere and the townsfolk who have been favored will have trouble getting along. The old man laughed again, his breath coming out intermittently, like a mouthful of thick phlegm that couldn't go up or come down.
"Besides..." He stopped, "Aren't you going against me declaring war on the entire Wuyong clan?"
After the most critical words were spoken, Han Chang immediately drew his sword out of its sheath. But the gleaming white sword was only an inch away from the scabbard, and the old man's sword immediately flew towards his hand, as dexterously and swiftly as a predatory bird. Han Chang's hand was hit, and he let go of the hilt of the sword due to the pain, and the sword was retracted into its sheath with a "squeak". Looking back, he saw that the handle of the knife was deeply embedded in the wall, with cracks spreading out, and the bright tip of the knife was pointed directly at him. If the old man had raised his hand back with the knife and pointed the tip of the knife at Han Shang, all four of his fingers must have been scratched off.
"you--"
"Young man, don't be impatient. If I were still young, I would first use a hidden weapon to divert your attention, and then use a roundhouse kick to kick you onto the blade. Nowadays, as people get older, they are less belligerent. La."
Whether he is talking big words or whether he is really capable, no one can say. Xie Zhe drew out his sword neatly and protected the two girls behind him, ready to fight to the death with this thing at any time. The old man clapped his hands and pulled out another tool with an iron ring on the tip from the toolbar on the side. It seemed to be used for pottery. But he sat down again and started carving at the clay puppets again, not as if he wanted to fight them. Xie Zheming's dazzling knife was exposed in the air, but he remained unmoved.
"Wuyongshi's lackey!"
"Hehe. This old man is just a nobody among hundreds of doctors..."
"You are a disintegrator!"
"You laymen like to call it that."
At this point, he still didn't raise his head. Jiao Mo gently pushed Xie Zhe away and walked over. Wen Ying tried to stop him but failed. Jiao Mo stood up straight and put his hands in front of him naturally. She bowed slightly and said:
"We are deeply moved by your generosity and willingness to share the past. It would be disrespectful for us to confront you tit for tat. Since you still have work to do, we will take our leave first. If you need more information in the future, there will be more There is a disturbance."
The old man didn't say anything, he just waved his free hand and concentrated on his hard work. Jiao Mo motioned Han Shang to come over. He frowned and reluctantly walked towards the three of them, always on guard against the sudden attack of the old man behind him. The four of them came to the door, opened it, and returned to the long narrow corridor and back to the street. The moment the curtain was lifted, a rolling heat wave hit their faces, making them all realize again that it was summer.
There were almost a few drops of cold sweat on everyone's forehead.
"Why did you stop me?" Han Chang was puzzled.
"We can't hurt him. He is the miracle doctor in the hearts of the residents of Rangyangpo and the disintegrator of the Wuyong family. It's not that I don't believe you can beat him, but I think killing him will cause trouble. If he is left alive, There is also a chance to find out information.”
"Then why did you leave? We should have asked him clearly on the spot and asked him to reveal the whereabouts of Miss Ye."
Xie Zhe came to his senses and understood Jiao Mo's intention. He said to Wenying: "You also heard what he said, there are more than hundreds of people in their disintegration division, not to mention that he is not currently following the team activities. It is very likely that he was given an order from above to do some research here. , and the test subject is the townspeople of Rangyangpo... He is very smart, and we really can't do anything to him on the surface. But he did tell a lot of information about the puppets, I was thinking..."
"You want to say that you confirmed the relationship between the living corpse and the puppet?" Han Chang asked.
Xie Zhe looked surprised. He didn't expect Han Shan to say it directly. He nodded.
"They need a lot of dead people, so the outbreak of this epidemic is also related to them. Only the plague can provide a large number of dead people in a short period of time, and it can also spread quickly..."
"Actually, I'm thinking that the Wuyong clan may also be directly connected to the Death Shadow Pavilion."
"oh?"
"We once fought against Wu Yin from the Shadow Pavilion... Have you forgotten? He is proficient in the method of using soil, sand and gravel. And, I wonder if you still remember, that time he claimed that he was recovering corpses infected with the disease, so... "
"Is that really the case? Unexpectedly, the impermanence of the six paths actually colludes with the evil envoy."
Jiao Mo was a little hesitant: "The Master of the Dead Shadow Pavilion that I know doesn't seem to be able to do such a thing...could it be that she was deceived by an evil spirit, so--"
"What's impossible?" Wenying pouted and said, "Isn't there a story about Liu Dao Wu Chang cooperating with the evil angel and hurting another Liu Dao Wu Chang? We have only heard of it before."
"I believe others, Gao Yuejun, it's impossible." Xie Zhe shook his head, "She is the master of the Death Shadow Pavilion, she knows everything."
The other three people sighed and walked back to the inn. For the rest of the day, they had to discuss countermeasures.
