Mortal Prison Chapter 297: hunyin
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"Grave?"
The soldier grinned. He had not calmed down. He was still far away and did not come up to take a closer look. He muttered: "It's interesting. The living live in the place where the dead live. Who can find such a place?"
A living person?
I shook my head and sighed silently in my heart.
Is it really alive?
I don’t think so.
In fact, there is no feng shui to determine that this is a tomb, and I don’t see any definite clues. Just seeing the slightly raised shape of this earth bag reminds me of some wild tomb bags.
The so-called wild grave bags are actually graves that no one cares about.
In the old days, the world was too chaotic, and human life was like a piece of grass. Some people had no relatives or relatives, and no one took good care of them after they died. However, the corpses cannot be left stinking on the side of the road. There will be some kind-hearted people who collect the corpses. Their corpses were dumped in a deserted place and buried hastily. If they met a good person, they might roll their bodies up in a torn mat. This hastily piled grave bag was called a wild grave bag.
If there are too many graves in the wild and they are gathered together, they are called mass graves.
In fact, many of today's cemeteries used to be mass graves. They were bulldozed and then buried for the new generation of dead. The world is like this. The place is so big, but people are passed down from generation to generation. Which one is buried now? Isn't the place where people die where the bones of the ancestors are pressed by the descendants? From a Feng Shui perspective, this is a big taboo and actually unavoidable. Who can find a truly clean place?
This kind of wild grave bag cannot stand the test of time. It is too casual when piled up and collapses faster. It won’t take too long for the grave bag to turn into a puddle, as if it has been stepped on. The ground is like yellow mud, with only a few slightly higher mounds left.
The one in front of me is completely in line with the characteristics of this kind of wild tomb bag. It has collapsed like this, and its shape can hardly be seen. It was completely destroyed by nature. I am afraid that this tomb bag has been here for decades at least. .
Moreover, there are no traces of recent excavations.
I am very confident about this. I have done so much digging graves, and I dare not say anything else. I am confident that I will not be wrong about whether the soil in a certain area has been touched recently.
After all, I don’t think it’s possible that a living person dug a dead person’s grave and lived in it to avoid being caught. The person living in it should be a complete dead person, and the bones are probably too rotten to be picked up. .
I didn’t point this out. After all, the situation is a bit weird. I’ve heard that living paintings can only cause chaos, but I’ve never heard of dead paintings that can only stir up trouble. No matter how special its life form is, in my opinion It seems that after all, it is still similar to a human being. It is a living creature. After death, everything should stop.
"Let's dig the grave!"
I hesitated for a moment and finally made a decision.
We were here to perform a mission this time. No one expected that after half a trip, we would end up in the cemetery. Naturally, we did not bring engineers to shovel these things. Fortunately, the soil here is relatively delicate and there are not so many debris. The stone can be dug open with hands. Four people and one dog formed a circle, squatting here in the middle of the night and digging the grave. The style of the painting is a bit strange.
After all, this was a wild grave, and it was buried hastily. The person would not be buried too deep. Not long after, the soldier screamed in surprise.
"I seem to have picked something..."
The soldier's face was ugly: "My fingers were inserted into the two holes, and the flesh was so hot..."
My heart moved, and I immediately dug up the dirt where the soldier had just dug up, and a black nose was revealed there. It was obviously a human nose. The soldier must have dug it into someone else's house with his fingers. In the nostrils!
However, I was speechless, and the soldiers and the others were speechless. The wind was howling, and there was a bone-chilling chill that no one could calm down. Although I had already thought of it, I still felt terrified at this moment!
“Damn it, I don’t believe there is a ghost!”
The soldier cursed angrily, maybe because of the chill in his spine, which aroused his ferocity. He was very ferocious. He touched up his nose and soon touched the top of the man's head. He pulled the hair and suddenly pulled the dead man from the ground. Pulled out.
I swear, I have been digging graves for many years and I have never seen a corpse like this!
This is a man who looks young. His face is pale. It can be vaguely seen that he is a handsome young man. If it were not for the lack of body temperature, his body would be like an ice pimple. I am afraid that anyone who sees it will feel the same. This is a living person, just sleeping.
The most important thing is the clothes on his body. The clothes are almost in tatters. Only a rough shape can be seen. It has a sense of age. It is the kind of mandarin jacket from the old society, but the style is no longer from the Qing Dynasty. It's a mandarin jacket that was improved during the Republic of China! !
The signs of decay on this piece of clothing are very natural. They have been under the soil for at least several decades, and they are so rotten that they are completely attached to the man's skin.
All kinds of traces tell me that this man has been dead for at least several decades. He should be from the Republic of China period, but his body is still intact! !
"This..."
The soldier's face twitched, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Don't tell me this is the one in the painting?"
I think... probably nine out of ten.
The real master is right in front of us, but we don’t know what to do.
"Burned?"
The soldier said again: "This is simply a fake corpse. I heard that to deal with this kind of thing, you have to burn it!"
I couldn't make up my mind at the moment.
"Burn it..."
At this time, a cold voice came from the side: "A dead body has restrained me for many years. Getting rid of it is the real freedom. If you burn it, there will be less. There is no pity."
I was startled. I had not noticed anyone approaching me before. With my senses at this time, it was really surprising that the other party could approach so without leaving any trace.
This is a ball of colorful soul energy, rising and falling not far away, constantly changing various shapes.
Just now, it was it that was speaking.
It seemed to be able to see our surprise, and said calmly: "Our clan is gifted with extraordinary talents. Even if we turn into a physical body, it is just a layer of old skin. Death will have no impact. The true essence of power is still there. Here, I am eternal."
I probably understand.
The painting only comes from that mysterious substance. The real essence of that substance is soul energy. When it gives birth to wisdom and transforms into a human being, the soul energy is internal, and all other impurities condense into the physical body. Therefore, death of the physical body really has no effect on it.
After all, the old woman’s knowledge of it was limited, leading us into a misunderstanding. We thought that the painting only talked about life and death. This was wrong. For the painting, there was no life and death at all, unless it painted enough Painting, squandering all the energy of one's soul, only then is it considered to be gone...
However, isn’t the so-called disappearance another kind of eternity? It still exists in the paintings. If one day all the paintings he composed are destroyed, maybe... it will reappear!
This is almost innately invincible, not afraid of powerful enemies, but afraid of unkillable enemies!
"Pretending to be a ghost! I don't believe there is such a powerful thing in this world!"
Ji Zi sneered, not believing in evil at all, she took one step and took action directly.
I thought it was too late to stop him, so I secretly screamed, "Oh no!"
Phew!
Ji Zi's shot was like lightning, a willow dart packed with sharp energy and shot towards the animal in the painting, but it passed through the body of the animal in the painting and failed to hurt the opponent at all!
"Seeking death!"
The painting only became angry for a moment. Just a moment ago, it could talk to us calmly, but now it is angry. The energy of its soul is unpredictable. When it falls to the ground, it turns into a colorful person. Judging from the appearance, it is the same as the corpse we dug up. , it roared and rushed directly towards Ji Zi: "You are from Liming, right? What a Liming, regardless of the ins and outs, you will attack me when you come up, and I will kill you all today!"
Clang!
I drew out the Nine Dragon Sword and faced him.
I have been preparing for this blow for a long time. My own energy blends with the energy of heaven and earth, and the sword light is amazing!
In the painting, there is only a head-on confrontation with the Nine Dragon Sword. This time, the sword blade does not pass through its body, and it is a head-on collision.
Boom!
After the exchange of blows, I stepped back repeatedly, feeling shocked.
It is not weaker than us at all. In fact, I think we might not be able to take it down if we all pounce on it!
Seeing that it was about to kill again, I quickly waved my hand: "No fight!"
There is only one meal in the painting, but there is really no pounce.
"I admit that my friend was impulsive, please forgive me."
I said slowly: "I know you have a grievance. Instead of fighting for life and death here, why don't you tell me why you are so resentful and have repeatedly hurt others?"
My eyes were fixed on the opponent, paying attention to its actions.
Actually, I am betting that the paintings are pure and not really like evil spirits, born for killing...
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