Fang Shan's expression changed after hearing Ning Qiushui say that the man named Sun Xuan had taken away several corpses without hearts.
Of course Ning Qiushui also noticed this.
"What's wrong?"
he asked.
Fang Shan stared straight at the wiper in front of him, his breathing a little heavy:
"There is a forbidden technique among corpse stitchers called 'Six Sewings'. He should be using 'Six Sewings' to create a special corpse."
Ning Qiushui raised her eyebrows.
"Sounds like Frankenstein."
Fang Shan was slightly startled.
"Frankenstein?"
"A Frankenstein, a monster pieced together from corpse fragments...you go on."
After hearing Ning Qiushui's explanation, Fang Shan thought for a moment, nodded and said:
"right."
"That's a bit like it, but it's not just corpses that are sewn together through the 'Six Seals'."
Ning Qiushui raised her eyebrows:
"Not just corpses?"
Fang Shanpi smiles but doesn't smile.
"You can simply understand that 'Six Beasts' is the stitching of the bodies and minds of six people into one."
"all?"
"all."
"Didn't it turn into a monster like a meat ball?"
"You underestimate the profession of corpse stitcher."
Fang Shan took out the cigarette from the locker in front of Ning Qiushui's vehicle and lit one on his own.
Ning Qiushui noticed that Fang Shan's hand shaking when lighting the cigarette.
"The appearance of the 'people' sewn by the 'six beasts' is no different from you and me."
"But it can no longer be called a human being."
Ning Qiushui smiled and said:
"Could it be that it's still a ghost?"
Fangshan squinted his eyes.
"You can understand it as... a man-made 'ghost'."
The smile on Ning Qiushui's face disappeared.
Fang Shan had seriousness written all over his face.
That means he wasn't kidding.
"Aren't ghosts the souls of people after death? Can they be created by man?"
Fang Shan shook his head.
"I want to correct one of your concepts here. Ghosts and human souls are two different things."
"The so-called 'ghost' is a terrifying existence born from the fusion of intense resentment and some kind of 'weirdness' contained in a person's death."
"They are incredibly powerful and difficult to kill."
"The ghost sewn by the "Six Beasts" can only do one thing for its owner..."
Ning Qiushui asked:
"What's up?"
There was a hint of fear in Fang Shan's eyes:
"Kill."
"It will kill anyone its owner doesn't like!"
Hearing this, Ning Qiushui got goosebumps all over her body.
"...Since the ghosts created by the 'Six Beasts' are so powerful, why didn't the corpse stitcher twelve years ago create ghosts in this way?"
Fang Shan blew out a puff of smoke with sharp eyes.
"This is a point of no return."
"The corpse stitcher often deals with the dead, and his body is full of yin energy, so he can't get blood on his hands easily."
"For people killed by ghosts created by the 'Six Beasts', the cause and effect will be blamed on the corpse stitcher."
"Once a ghost starts killing people, its owner's heart will soon rot."
"In our line of work, unless there is a deep hatred, it is impossible to use this kind of technique."
Ning Qiushui was also a little confused.
This is completely a method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred. Whether it is Mr. Chen or the "people behind the scenes", they have done so many things just to survive. It is unlikely that they will use such a corpse stitching technique.
"Aside from being used for the "Six Beasts", is there no other use?"
Fang Shan replied:
"Also, like 'Old Chen', you can put your heart into the selected special Wuxin corpse, but the other party will not do this."
"Just like the rotten heart in your chest, although it is still alive, it will never be alive without the control of your body."
"As long as you keep feeding it, it can survive forever."
"Unless one day you find a perfect 'pot' for it, it will be possible for it to 'come alive'."
Ning Qiushui understood.
The "man behind the scenes" spent so much energy on the game and pulled everyone in to become his pawns. Naturally, he would not be willing to live like Mr. Chen.
That can no longer be considered alive.
The two sat in the car and smoked. They were silent for a while. Ning Qiushui asked another question:
"Generally speaking...how many people have to be killed by the ghosts created by the 'Six Beasts' before the corpse stitcher's heart will completely rot?"
Fang Shan thought for a while.
"Three or five people."
"In other words, if the other party only kills one or two people, is the degree of heart rot acceptable?"
"Um."
"After all the people the Corpse Stitcher wants to kill are dead, what will happen to the ghosts created by the 'Six Beasts'?"
"It will divide itself and die."
Ning Qiushui thought carefully and finally asked a question:
"When 'Mr. Chen' stuffed his heart into my chest, he told me not to kill a living person with my own hands and dissect the heart, otherwise I would come back alive. What do you mean?"
Fang Shan said lightly:
"literal meaning."
"If you kill someone and then cut out their heart and put it into your own body, the other person will 'wake up' in your body."
“‘Old Chen’s’ heart is rotten. It can’t compete with those living, autonomous hearts. It will be the one that will be eaten in the end, and the control of your body will also be taken away by the other party.”
"From now on, you can only watch the other person use your body, until one day your heart rots, you will disappear completely, and the person you killed and heartbroken will completely replace you."
Ning Qiushui felt a creepy feeling just listening to these words.
At this time, he deeply felt the horror of the eighth door.
In this door, not only have the enemies become terrifying, but the Blood Gate has begun to restrict the behavior of the trickster!
On the one hand, restrictions and punishments are imposed, and on the other hand, a special NPC (Mr. Chen) is sent to induce the tricksters to violate the rules (kill people)!
Just think about it, how many of the guys who can survive to the eighth door have never had blood on their hands?
Those who entered the Blood Gate with two or even three letters, weren’t they the most extreme egoists?
It is common for these people to kill each other in order to survive.
However, the murderers will soon be liquidated in this bloody door!
Ning Qiushui knew that although the 1/10 hidden rule would still take effect in the last three blood gates, it would also be greatly weakened.
In the eighth door or even the seventh door, there are a lot of tricksters who have been destroyed!
"Let's go get a cup of coffee, it's too cold."
After smoking his second cigarette in the car, Fang Shan rolled up the window, threw the cigarette butt out, and rubbed his hands together.
Ning Qiushui glanced at him.
"Aren't you afraid of insomnia if you drink coffee late at night?"
Fang Shan complained angrily:
"With all the things you told me today, do you think I can still sleep?"
Ning Qiushui shrugged.
"I don't want to do this, but I have no choice. I think only you can solve these doubts of mine. If you have any other apprentices, students, etc., you can introduce them to me and I won't bother you next time. ”
Fang Shan sneered.
"apprentice?"
"I just believed in evil and was deceived into this industry by my master."
"It's too late to regret now."
"If I take on a disciple, wouldn't that be harmful to others?"
The vehicle drove slowly through the dense rain. Not long after, they arrived at an elegant coffee shop. After entering, the two of them booked a private room on the second floor and quietly admired the night rain and light halo outside through the window.
"I suddenly feel that your previous idea may be right."
Drinking hot coffee, Fang Shan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke again, his tone becoming particularly serious.
His eyes looking out the window at Ye Yu were particularly deep and solemn.
"what idea?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
Fang Shandao:
"That Sun Falcon...he won't collect those corpses for no reason. This guy probably really wants to use the "Six Seals" to sew a ghost."
Ning Qiushui squinted:
"You mean... he has one or two targets he desperately wants to kill?"
After a moment of silence, Fang Shan nodded slowly.
pS: Good night!
