Yao Yao didn't know what was going on, but still exposed the edge of the bracelet. He felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look into Han Changmu's eyes, so he whispered: "I'm taking it with me."
Han Changmu's mind was tense and he didn't notice Yao Yao's strangeness. He just nodded: "That bracelet and this bracelet are not ordinary things. They are the belongings of Master Fuhui. They have been stained with his Buddhism for nearly a hundred years." If you wear it with you, no monsters or monsters will be able to get close to you."
Yao Yao was stunned. She never expected that this thing had such an origin, but Han Changmu gave this treasure to her easily.
Doubts abounded in her mind. Since this thing belonged to Master Fuhui, where did the sign hidden in it come from and who hid it.
After a few thoughts, Han Changmu was already on the bamboo bridge. She hurriedly chased after him and asked in a low voice: "Sir, where did you get this bracelet?"
Han Changmu paused in his steps, his eyes were filled with sadness, and he said vaguely: "My father asked me to come here."
Listening to these words, Yao Yao knew that Han Changmu didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, so he was sensible enough not to ask any further questions and followed him onto the bridge in silence.
The bridge deck was slippery, and the chill spread from under your feet. It felt chilly on your back, as if a cold wind was blowing over you.
Yao Yao turned around. It was quiet all around. There was no sound of wind and the grass was not moving.
The vast mist soaked their clothes, and the wet water stains slowly condensed along the lines of the brocade, condensing into droplets of water that fell on the bridge.
Yao Yao turned around again, and there was still deathly silence all around. Even the sound of gurgling water under the bridge stopped.
Behind the invisible back, behind Han Changmu and Yao Yao, the water stains on the clothes gathered together, forming the shape of an eyeball, and condensed wetly.
The sun shone on it, and there was a burst of water flow, and the mark settled into the clothes, and no trace could be found anymore.
The two walked across the bamboo bridge cautiously, and did not encounter anything strange. However, everything around them was too real, and the scent of grass and water hit their faces. It was not like a fantasy at all, as if they had entered another human world.
Han Changmu listened intently, frowned slightly and said, "Ah Yao, listen, there is not even a sound here."
Yao Yao had already noticed something was wrong. After listening for a while, she suddenly felt horrified. Her face suddenly turned pale, her teeth chattered and they creaked loudly: "Sir, I, I didn't hear your breathing."
Han Changmu slowly turned his head, his eyes were hazy, looking at the way he came, and his voice was no longer as calm as when he first came: "The bamboo bridge is gone."
Yao Yao also turned his head, and his eyes were empty. The gurgling clear water and the elegant bamboo bridge were all gone, shrouded in gray mist.
She is an ancient person but a modern person at the same time. She has never believed in any ghosts or weird things, but she couldn't help but not believe in everything now. She felt cold all over her body and shivered hard: "Big, big, sir."
Han Changmu was still calm and turned around to walk towards Zhuwu: "Since the road was gone when we came here, let's go forward and carve a way out."
Yao Yao smiled. Mr. Lu Xun said that there is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road.
Then, let's move forward.
A green-and-yellow bamboo fence surrounded the outside of the bamboo dock. It was stuck in the soil crookedly. Unknown wild flowers came out close to the fence and were full of colorful flowers.
Looking at the yard through the fence, the roof of the bamboo dock is curved, low in front and high in back, wide in front and narrow in back. Two white paper lanterns are hung under the eaves.
There are huge green cypress trees on the east and west sides of the yard. The tree crowns are tall and the branches are lush, completely blocking the sunlight. The bamboo dock behind the tree is dark. Although the door of the bamboo dock is open, you can't see what's inside. situation.
The fence gate is ajar and not locked. A green brick path winds from the fence gate to the bamboo dock gate, obviously inviting you to enter the urn.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao stood outside the fence, neither of them pushed the door rashly and entered.
There was no sound of wind or water, and the two huge cypress trees stood quietly, with their dense needles as if they were dead, without any swaying.
Tiny rays of sunlight shine directly on the tree crowns, and the green color is actually imbued with a cold and cold feeling. Such clear sunshine shines, but there are no shadows on the ground, not the shadows of the trees, the shadows of the bamboo docks, and the shadows of the fences. nothing.
Han Changmu lowered his head and looked around himself and Yao Yao, but there were also no shadows.
Yao Yao's body was very cold, but he raised his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Sir, the trees on the grave have been planted for us. This person is so considerate."
Han Changmu coughed twice and glared seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, it's unlucky."
Yao Yao smiled, pointed at the bamboo dock and said, "Look, sir, the coffins are ready."
Han Changmu patted Yao Yao's hand, but his tense face couldn't help but smile: "Aren't you afraid?"
Afraid, why not afraid? Yao Yao shook three times and smiled: "Afraid, I just don't know if the coffin and the tree on the tomb are afraid of fire."
Han Changmu pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Let's go, even if we want to set a fire, we have to go in and do it."
The bamboo door creaked softly, and the two stepped inside.
The bamboo door closed silently without any wind.
The yard is not big, and I soon reached the bamboo dock, but it was pitch black and dead inside, and I couldn't see anything.
Yao Yao took out a fire note and blew it brightly.
As expected, there was no wind here, and the bright flames burned straight upward. The flames were too weak to illuminate the entire room.
Yao Yao raised his head and glanced at the eaves and said, "Sir, please take down a lantern."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "How can one cup be enough?"
He jumped up, stretched out his hand and swung it left and right. He took off the two white lanterns, and Yao Yao lit the candle inside.
Han Changmu admired from the bottom of his heart: "It's both real and illusory, which one is real and which one is fake."
Yao Yao snorted and raised the lantern to shine on the bamboo dock.
There seemed to be many threads crisscrossing the room, glowing with a faint white light and shadowy shadows, but they were still a little far away and couldn't be seen clearly.
Han Changmu walked closer and stepped into the bamboo dock. The room suddenly became a little brighter.
Yao Yao also walked in and placed the lantern on the lamp holder next to him.
Now the two of them could see clearly.
There was a small table placed next to the door. On it was a chess game that had been played for more than half of the time. The black chess was swept away, overwhelming the white chess and unable to parry.
Two plain noodle cups were placed at both ends of the chessboard, one black and one white. They were filled with clear water. The hot steam lingered on the mouth of the cup, not swaying, but rising straight up.
Yao Yao stretched out his hand and touched the outer wall of the cup, and whispered: "Sir, this water is very hot."
Han Changmu nodded and did not pay attention to the chess game. His eyes fell on the back of the chess game, which was in the middle of the bamboo dock.
There were twenty palm-sized puppets floating in the air. These puppets were carved from unknown wood. They were bright red in color, as if they had been soaked in blood, but they all had a sinister smile on their faces.
Han Changmu looked at each other intently, his heart tingling.
Of these twenty puppets of different shapes, he has seen nineteen of them. Eighteen of them are the shapes of the corpses dug out from Sesel Tower, and one of them was the one who died in Fenghe Garden. Song Huaide's appearance, the last one left, was the body where only the head was found, but the body was never found.
He took a closer look and saw that these puppets were not floating in mid-air. Instead, there were twenty filaments protruding from the wall, wrapped around the necks of the puppets, and hanging in mid-air. The faint white light was exactly these. Thin threads emanate.
"Sir, look quickly." Yao Yao suddenly pointed under the window and exclaimed.
Han Changmu followed Yao Yao's hand and looked over. At the end of the filament, under the window, there was an eyeball, with a gray and cold light flowing around it. It was exactly the same as the one in the Zen room.
Han Changmu pursed his dry lips and said, "It seems that this is the mechanism to leave here."
He pulled off a piece of his own hair and blew on it. The hair floated onto the filament. As soon as it passed over the filament, the hair was broken into two pieces. It fell rapidly and touched several filaments one after another. In an instant, it was caught. Cut to pieces.
Yao Yao clicked his tongue: "You are so decisive. If you walk over here, you won't feel like you are being quartered."
Han Changmu turned to look at Yao Yao and said thoughtfully: "A Yao, tell me which one of your shadowless threads is sharper than these thin threads."
Yao Yao immediately tightened his sleeves and looked at Han Changmu warily: "Don't take any chances with me."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, a cold light flashed on his fingertips, and a dagger came out of his hand and struck one of the thin threads.
There was only a sizzling sound, like a kitchen knife rubbing against a whetstone.
Hearing this voice, Yao Yao suddenly heard those words and took a kitchen knife to chop the wires, causing sparks and lightning along the way.
But she didn't see the lightning, and saw the dagger being cut into two pieces by the thin wire, and falling lightly.
When it landed, it didn't make any sound.
Yao Yao stared with his mouth open, holding his chin with his hand, and murmured: "Sir, this dagger of yours must be a defective product."
Han Changmu smiled bitterly: "It seems that we have to think of another way."
Yao Yao raised an eyebrow, pulled off a corner of her skirt with a sharp sound, lit it with a fire stick, and threw it on the thin thread.
The filament suddenly burst into flames, and bursts of burnt aura filled the bamboo dock.
The corners of the skirt were turned into ashes, scattered bit by bit on the ground, but the filaments showed no trace of being burned and were still hanging motionless in mid-air.
Han Changmu's expression became serious.
The knife keeps cutting and the fire burns, but what the hell is this thing, so difficult to deal with.
Yao Yao turned his head and glanced at Han Changmu, feeling vaguely that something was wrong. His temples were turning white.
Her expression suddenly turned frightened, as if she had seen a ghost and she whispered: "Sir, your hair, your hair."
Han Changmu didn't know what was going on, so he touched his temples, looked at Yao Yao, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
