After confirming the approximate location of Dixian Village, Professor Sun and others became energetic. As long as they crossed this dark river, they might be able to see the Dixian Village they had longed for.
But how to cross this underground river posed a problem for several people. Later, Fatty Wang suggested that there were many coffins buried here, so it was better to use a few as boats.
Fatty Wang rummaged around and found that these coffins had long been decayed due to their age and could not be used as ship planks.
Hu Bayi refused to give up and searched again on the mountain of corpses. In the end, he found several red coffins painted with vermilion lacquer and solid gold.
Professor Sun stepped forward to take a look and was a little surprised: "The style of these coffins is that of the Ming Dynasty."
These coffins are wrapped with iron ropes and decorated with secret-colored shells. They depict a god with a steel beard and a halberd, holding half of a bloody devil in his mouth, biting it like a roast chicken, which looks very bloody and cruel. , look at the shape of those lacquered coffins, they are all coffins from around the Yuan and Ming Dynasties.
Professor Sun showed an unbearable look on his face: "This is a picture of Zhong Kui eating ghosts. It is painted outside the coffin, which means to suppress the evil spirits inside. It seems that the death of the people in the coffin was extremely tragic, and they were even martyred alive."
Hu Ba nodded: "Feng Shigu occupied the tomb of King Wuyang. It seems that he has gone crazy in order to become an immortal."
A few talented people were bold and not afraid, so they tied several coffins together to make a simple raft. They stood on it and walked along the slightly sloping tomb passage.
Song Xing once again used his ability to transform his surroundings, illuminating the dark underground like daylight.
It can be clearly seen that different murals are painted on the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage.
While a few people were still looking at the murals in trance, Fatty Wang heard waves of women singing a cappella from beside him, and he couldn't help but said: "Counsel Yang, what time has it been? I'm still in the mood to sing."
Then the singing stopped, and Shirley Yang's voice came: "I didn't sing."
Fatty Wang smiled and said: "You are the only woman in the team. You didn't sing. Could it be that it was Lao Hu who sang it?"
Turning around, I saw Shirley Yang's serious expression, "You really didn't sing?"
My heart suddenly went crazy.
At this moment, bursts of sad female voices sounded again on the empty river. The tune was so weird that it made people's hair stand on end.
This time Fatty Wang heard it more clearly, and his voice changed a little: "Master Song Song, why do I hear this voice coming from under my feet?"
The position where he is standing now is on top of several red coffins.
Song Xing looked at him and nodded: "It sounds similar to me."
Fatty Wang swallowed his saliva and said: "There is a saying - the people in the deserted village are leaving their arrows, and the ghosts are singing. Is it the rice dumplings in the coffin that are singing?"
If he hadn't been floating on the river at this moment, he would have wanted to set fire to the coffin under his feet.
But seeing Song Xing's calm face, Fatty Wang relaxed again.
Even if you have Zongzi, can you still be more powerful than this man?
It’s really coming out, but it’s not yet certain who will eat who.
Just when Fatty Wang was suspicious, the sharp-eyed Hu Bayi discovered a secret passage next to the underground river, with traces of artificial repairs.
So several people rowed the coffin to the secret passage, and Song Xing directly lifted the coffin out of the water with a palm, rolling and landing next to the river.
Because Song Xing illuminated the secret passage like daylight, when the coffins landed, Professor Sun and Hu Bayi could easily see that there was a line of words engraved in front of each coffin.
The girl is unknown, buried and hidden; in the tomb in the south, immortals appear on the wall; the corpse is candled and the lamp is turned off, and the ghostly sound is heard.
Fatty Wang came closer and asked, "A thing girl or a witch?"
Professor Sun somewhat despised Fatty Wang's ignorance.
"The so-called "wunu" is a female corpse, but it is not an ordinary female corpse. During her lifetime, she was a "master's wife" who specialized in being possessed by immortals. This kind of woman is often regarded as the upper body of "fairies, demons, ghosts, and nobles". Psychic bodies are not good things, so they cannot be buried according to the normal burial method, otherwise their corpses will be possessed by monsters and harm people's lives. However, when asking the real immortal to cast a spell, their corpses must be burned first as a sacrifice. There was this custom in Tailing, Shaanxi and Shushui in Bashan."
When Song Xing heard this, he looked at the coffin at his feet and asked: "So in the Nandou tomb, if you illuminate the wall to bring down the immortals; if you put out the candles and lights on the corpses, and the ghosts will be confused, we will burn the corpses inside so that the ghosts will be heard." road?"
Hu Bayi walked along the secret passage for a while and found that there was an empty tomb inside. It was laid out according to the star map, meaning up north and down south. This was undoubtedly the Nandou tomb.
Shirley Yang said with a trembling voice: "Burning corpses to induce confusion is nonsense. How is it possible?"
Professor Sun said with a serious look: "In the land of witchcraft and Shu, there are many weird witchcrafts. Guanshan Taibao once stole a large number of hanging coffins and obtained a large amount of witchcraft. Therefore, Guanshan Taibao is even more evil than Touching Jin Xiaowei."
Everyone agreed, and then Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi carefully untied the iron ropes on the coffin, pried open the coffin lid, and revealed the female corpse wearing Ming Dynasty clothes inside.
The female corpse in the coffin stared with her mouth open, her face was distorted, the inside of the coffin lid was covered with criss-cross marks, and there were black dried blood stains on it. She must have been nailed alive in the coffin during her lifetime.
Even now, when I see it, I can still imagine how miserable it is. It was actually used as an "oil lamp" for those who seek the way in ancient tombs to descend to immortals and pray to gods.
Shirley Yang showed a look of unbearability, and Song Xing also sighed, stretched out his hand, and a ball of flame fell into the coffin.
The flames were raging, and the stiff corpse was burned by the fire. The tendons of the corpse continued to shrink. The lying corpse sat up in the fire, and the corpse was wrapped in flames and twitched and trembled.
The corpse was burned by fire, but there was no smoke or strong smell of burning. Instead, there was a faint smell of cold incense.
Different from the faint fear that flashed in the eyes of Hu Bayi and others, Song Xing showed a bit of interest in his eyes, as if he was looking forward to what this ancient art of subduing immortals could invite.
Different from the seventy-two magical powers of Zhenzong Taoism that Song Xing possesses, he can invite real immortals.
Guanshan Taibao's art of inviting immortals was born out of ancient Shu witchcraft. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he cannot invite real immortals.
So Song Xing was very curious, what would this magic of subduing immortals bring?
Hu, yellow, white, willow, gray, fox, yellow skin, hedgehog, worm, mouse, these earth spirits? Or is it the Wutong God, ghost and mandrill in folklore?
The corpse was burned by the flames, and the fire had reached its peak. The body of the object girl had almost become a candle wick, and the torso and head were melted into red coke. The dark red firelight reflected on the walls of the tomb. A dark figure appears on the tomb bricks on the west wall.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the wall with the "ghost shadow" appearing on the tomb chamber suddenly started to rotate slowly. Behind the dark wall was a woman sitting upright. Her clothes were all like those of the Tang Dynasty. The woman was thickly applied with makeup. , the makeup is coquettish, the body is covered with white fat, the skin is rosy and delicate, and it seems that it can be broken by a blow, but the appearance has disappeared, and there is no vitality of a living person at all. At first glance, he looks like a zombie.
Just listen to the ghost voice coming from the ancient corpse of the Tang Dynasty, like weeping and complaining about the ethereal and void ghost voice.
(End of chapter)
