The Heartless Mage Chapter 29: Verse

When a person is alive, the yang qi is weak, and after death, the yin qi must be strong, so Wuxin stood in front of the coffin and did not dare to move for a while. Judging by the size, the coffin was clearly made for children. The little ghost has a heavy yin qi and light obsession, and is the easiest to control and manipulate; and the coffin itself is not old, so it can be seen that it has also been placed here recently.

Go through the big moon gate behind the coffin, walk a few steps forward and turn a corner, and you can enter the backyard of Gu's house. The coffin blocking the door is a blocking force, but it is hard to say who is blocking it. Wuxin thought that Wenxian had now become Ding Datou's territory, and Ding Datou seemed to have fallen into Yue Qiluo's hands. Yue Qiluo said that in Wenxian County, the whole Gu house can be marked as a restricted area, so why bother to do more tricks in the house? In this way, it is not blocked, but closed.

The area to be closed is naturally the area behind the coffin. Wuxin observed the coffin carefully, thinking that Yue Qiluo was probably still worried about the well in the courtyard, so outsiders were not allowed to approach it easily. Lying in the ground alive for more than 100 years, the well is the place of her rebirth.

He walked around the coffin lightly, unintentionally stepped over the Moon Gate, and regretted that he didn't bring a few paper talismans. The paper talismans are all in the back pocket of Master Gu's padded jacket, and they actually have mana, which shows that Chuchenzi is not a false name.

However, before taking a few steps, a series of slow footsteps suddenly sounded in front. Wuxin looked forward and saw a little boy in red stumbled out. After seeing Wuxin, the little boy stopped and said nothing.

Inadvertently, he continued to move forward, and when he came closer, he saw that the little boy's face was blue and gray, and the corners of his eyes and mouth were faintly rotting. It turned out that he was not a living person, but a child's corpse.

One big and one small stared at each other for a moment, and the little boy suddenly raised a small hand and gestured to grab Wuxin's trousers: "Big brother, take me to play."

Inadvertently bowing his head, he saw that the skin and flesh of the little boy's little hands were damaged, all the knuckles and knuckles were exposed, and the short hair on his head was disheveled. Wuxin reached out his hand to poke his hair, and saw a hole in the top of his head, which was injected with boiling oil by someone who drilled into his skull while he was alive. The young child who died tragically was concocted by Yue Qiluo, and the yin and suffocation were all extreme. Wuxin thought that he probably mistaken himself for his kind, because he did not have a living personality.

Inadvertently, he put his fingers into the hole and hooked the little boy's skull up. The young child was light and was lifted straight up by him. And he looked into the young child's eyes and asked, "Who killed you?"

The little boy replied obediently: "Sister."

Wuxin asked again: "Are you hungry?"

The little boy couldn't nod his head, only blinked his eyes reluctantly, and blinked a few eyelashes with rotten flesh: "Hungry."

Wuxin bent down and put him down, and saw the little boy standing up, then he suddenly twisted and pounced, catching a big mouse passing by in the corner. Putting the mouse's head in his mouth and biting hard, the little boy began to **** blood as if he was sucking milk.

Wuxin understands - the little devil is rushing to the yang. If there is a living mouse, he will kill the living mouse; if there is a living person, he will kill the living person.

Slightly bent down and asked inadvertently, "Where do you sleep?"

The little boy opened his mouth to the extreme, tearing one corner of his mouth apart. Half of the big rat's body was swallowed by him, and a slender tail twitched and shook. He raised his hand and pointed to the small coffin outside the Moon Gate, and he could no longer speak.

He nodded unintentionally. After the kid had drained the rat's blood, he raised his hand and bit his fingertips, then stretched his finger to the kid. The little devil saw a little blood on his fingertips, and immediately opened his mouth to suck. However, just as soon as he closed his lips, the kid immediately reacted—his internal organs boiled as if melted, and pus and blood flowed out from the seven orifices.

Inadvertently, he pulled out his fingers, kicked the kid away, and continued onward. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and walked out of the Moon Gate with the kid. After tearing off the red clothes on the kid, he found a tree nearby, tore the clothes into a rope, and tied the kid to the trunk. His blood is corroding the little ghost's skin, and when the yang qi rises at dawn, the sun will naturally make the little ghost fly away.

I turned around and pushed the lid off the small coffin. Unintentionally, I reached in and touched it, but I couldn't find anything, so I went back into the Moon Gate.

Wanxin entered the backyard of Gu's house, and saw bloodstains on the inside of the courtyard, and a small coffin was standing across the door leading to the front yard. Wuxin listened carefully, and found that there was a small sound inside the coffin, as if someone was turning over inside. The sun just went down, probably the kid at the back door ran out first, but the kid at the front door was slow. The one guarding the back door is a little boy, and logically speaking, the one who guards the front door should be a little girl. He hesitated at the small coffin, and Wuxin suddenly became suspicious. Taishizu is good at using formations, and Taishizu should not be weak. The little black coffin is placed in front of and behind, is it also a formation? If the formation is broken, will the person who set up the formation be aware of it?

Thinking about this, Wuxin didn't disturb the coffin in the past. The kid couldn't hurt him, at most it would make trouble for him, and he could only come and go at night, and he would hide in the coffin at dawn. Wuxin thinks that he can soak in the well for a night, keeping the house empty, and it doesn't matter if he comes up after dawn.

Turn around and walk to the entrance of the well in the courtyard corner, Wuxin lowered his head and looked inward, and found that the bright moon in the well was very close, but the water in the well had swelled a lot. Picking up a sturdy dead branch near the well, he took off all his jackets and trousers, and tied them tightly with a belt into a small clothes roll. There was also a small flat purse hanging around his neck, and inside it was a yellow talisman drawn by Daoist Master Chuchen.

The movement in the black coffin in front became more and more intense, and the coffin lid creaked loudly, obviously the contents were about to come out. Wuxin stepped onto the well platform holding dead branches and clothes, no longer hesitated, and jumped down into the well.

When his feet were just submerged in the water, he stomped **** the well wall to stop his fall. He raised his hand and touched the well wall with thick moss. The well wall was also made of bricks. Inadvertently, he inserted the dead branch into a crack in the brick, revealing half of it just like a wooden peg. Hanging up the clothes bag, taking off the small purse and hanging it, Wuxin's hands were empty and relaxed, and he sank into the water with his legs together.

The water in the well was cold, and when I entered the water unintentionally, I fought a few cold wars. Turning in circles and descending to the bottom of the well, he calmed down for a moment, then swam to the collapsed rock wall. Like a big fish, he crossed the stone wall and entered the secret room.

As soon as the stone wall is broken, the secret room will naturally not be classified. The water was pitch black, and Wuxin was swimming slowly, while gradually seeing the indoor scene. The blood-red coffin was still placed in the center, the lid of the coffin was still slipping backwards, and the iron chains were loosely tying the coffin, which was completely meaningless. The well water flowed as he swam, and the several yellow talismans he carried floated up and down. Wuxin grabbed one and looked at it carefully, and found that the patterns on the talismans were all the same.

Then, he looked up at three walls. The spells on the gray-white walls are black, with no head, no tail, no beginning and no end. He approached the past and carefully observed the memory, trying to imprint it in his mind. For him, spells are like books from heaven, how can they be easy to remember? Looking at it, he felt a little regretful, regretting what he had forgotten in the first place. He likes to forget, and if he forgets, he can get to know him again. He must have learned Taoism, two hundred or three hundred years ago; but since he met Yu'er, he has closed the door and paid for it, and an asset has been eaten by him and her for decades. After Yu'er died, his money was gone, and his skills were gone.

Wuxin swims slowly along the wall, fingers stroking the black strokes, little by little memories. In fact, the whole secret room is a big talisman, which completely seals Yue Qiluo. However, one side of the stone wall was broken, and only three-quarters of the big talisman remained.

Three quarters is better than nothing. Wuxin didn't know how many times he walked around the secret room. Finally he raised his hand and pushed the wall, stretched his limbs and floated in the water. Closing his eyes and meditating for a moment, he made sure that he had memorized all the spell patterns, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

He was out of breath, only two weak streams of water came out of his nostrils. A fierce man plunged down, he had a whim, and wanted to study the coffin in the center again.

Drawing down the chain, he lay on his back into the coffin. With a heavy jade pillow on the back of his head, he stretched out his bare feet and lifted the lid of the coffin, sealing himself in the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was tightly pressed up, Wuxin raised her hands in the complete darkness, thinking that Yue Qiluo had been lying like this for a hundred years. What it's like, I can't think about it, because a hundred years of darkness and loneliness is too scary.

Suddenly there was a bumpy touch on the fingertips, and there were two lines of deep writing on the left and right. Wuxin gently groped to identify it, and found that it was a Buddhist verse: "A thousand rivers have water, a thousand rivers and a moon, and there are no clouds and sky in ten thousand miles."

The verses are written in couplet format, with a few scribbled pictures between the two sentences. The wavy lines are water ripples, and a scribbled duck—presumably a duck—floats on the water. Inadvertently touching and touching, I can't be sure, because the drawing is too simple, it may be a goose or a wild goose.

Yue Qiluo is lying in the coffin, so she probably won't have the leisure to write and draw. Wuxin smiled, thinking that this is probably the relic of the great master. Tai Shizu was afraid that Tai Shizu would be too boring to lie in the coffin!

A pair of brothers and sisters, if they have different ways, they will fight, and if they fight, they will win or lose. It's hard to tell winners and losers. The losers suffer, and the winners feel uncomfortable. No way, Wuxin thought, it has been like this for hundreds of thousands of years.

Inadvertently overturning the river in the well, forgetting the time. And Yue Qiluo in Ding's house in Wenxian also stayed up all night.

The latest gramophone sang all night and listened to several films over and over again. The little girl sat in the big sofa chair, her legs dipped down, and she stepped on a small antique footrest. Her bangs were long, and the dark black hair covered her eyebrows, and her eyes were clearly white under the dark hair. Using a folding fan to lightly beat her palm, she stared at the two ever-bright lights on the front plan.

A Taiji diagram is drawn on the table, and the ever-bright lantern is located at the fish eye of the yin and yang fish. Two lights, one of which flickered. The night was dark, and dawn was approaching; the flames suddenly jumped up, and then suddenly went out.

Yue Qiluo stood up, threw her fan and walked out the door. There were guards standing on both sides of the door, and she said without looking back: "Get the car, I'm going out!"