Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1099 There are eight lines in ancient times, and the corpse is the first

Leaving from the village chief, a group of people hurried to the Wu family's mansion. The destination was the Dahe Empress Temple. They wanted to find Dahe Empress's treasure before dark.

"What kind of treasure could it be?" Lei Mingyu frowned, "Madam Dahe couldn't find it at night, so she still cries?"

"Could it be that skeleton?" The fat man turned his head.

Chen Hao hesitated for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone: "Maybe, but I always feel that this matter is not that simple, I think... that thing should be related to the paper man scholar."

Jiang Cheng ignored their exchange, turned around and approached Yu Chengmu, "Mr. Yu." Jiang Cheng walked beside Yu Chengmu, talking very cordially: "Please tell us about the taboos about expelling corpses. "

Yu Chengmu glanced at him, and said with a fake smile: "It's okay to talk about it, but is little friend Jiang willing to believe what a bad old man like me says?"

"Old Mr. Yu is highly respected. If you are willing to teach, the younger generation will be grateful." Chen Hao also came to join in the fun.

"Hehe." Yu Chengmu twirled his goatee and laughed a few times, "Okay, I don't know much, so I'll just talk about it briefly."

"Kicking corpses, also known as Yiling, is a part of witch culture. Together with Gudu and Luohuadongnv, they are also known as the Three Evils of Xiangxi."

"In ancient times, there were eight lines, corpse-killing was the first, and corpse-hunting craftsmen had a very high status in the Yin line. At the same time, the rules of this lineage were also the most complicated. Simply put, there are three to chase and three not to chase."

"The so-called three types of evictions refer to the three types of people who were beheaded, hanged, and died in cages. These three types of corpses can be picked up by morticians."

"It is rumored that because these people were forced to die, their breath was suppressed in their bodies, and they were unconvinced when they died. They missed their relatives and their homeland. Therefore, they can be drawn out by magic. , suppress it in the body, and then drive it away, cross mountains and ridges, or take a boat across the water, return to the hometown, see relatives for the last time, and fulfill the wish."

"The so-called three don'ts refer to the three types of people who died of illness, those who died by hanging in the river, and those with incomplete limbs who were burned by lightning. These three types of corpses will never be picked up by morticians."

"Among them, the souls of those who died of illness have been hooked by Wuchang. No matter how good the mortician is, he dare not ask for it from Wuchang's hands."

"As for those who died by throwing themselves into the river and hanged their necks, their souls were entangled by those dirty things, and they may be fighting for it. If the exorcist intervenes rashly, it will set him on fire."

"Those who die from lightning strikes are all sinful people. Chasing corpses for such people will ruin the morality."

"Most of the corpses after the fire were totally beyond recognition, with no skin or flesh, and it was impossible to identify the identity of the faces. Even if such corpses were driven back to their hometown, relatives would not be able to identify them, so..." Yu Chengmu paused, "I won't give money."

After listening to Yu Chengmu's words, the atmosphere fell into a stagnation. After a while, someone said, "You said... how did he die when he beat the watchman?" Jia Jinliang said in a playful tone.

"It should have died of illness." Chen Hao speculated based on the words of the village chief.

The fat man swallowed secretly, and said in a very low voice, "Maybe they were drowned, don't forget, those corpses we saw in the village were almost all wet."

"That is to say, whether the watchman died of illness or drowned, he belongs to the ranks that cannot remove corpses." Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin, "As a watchman, he will not be ignorant of this, so tonight's corpse removal... It shouldn't exist at all."

"It's a conspiracy." A Biao's voice was hoarse with a hint of vigilance, "It's aimed at us."

Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and paced lightly, "Let's connect each stage of this mission and think about it. The first night of vigil corresponds to the vigilante, and the second night The paper picker corresponds to the paper maker. On the third night, Yizhuang mends the corpse, corresponding to the corpse sewer. On the fourth night, the face painting in the ancestral hall corresponds to the corpse painter. Tonight... our task is to catch up with the dead. corpse."

Jia Jinliang and A Biao frowned slightly, and the way they looked at Yu Chengmu also changed. It seemed that they didn't know why he had to talk so much to Jiang Cheng and others.

This is the end of Yu Chengmu's words, but Chen Hao and others quickly reacted, "Watching the spirit, preparing money, embalming the corpse, painting the face, expelling the corpse... This order is wrong, it is reversed!"

Yu Chengmu nodded lightly, with a dignified expression on his face, "Yes, it's the opposite. If I'm right, there may be a last step tonight. The identity of the corpse hunter."

The fat man raised his hand and interrupted untimely: "Old man, you don't need to expect this, the village chief said just now that after throwing the body of the watchman into the river, the body of Empress Dahe will surface, and then Let us seize the time to retrieve the corpse, seal it in the coffin, and finally nail the coffin lid with 17 3-inch long soul nails." Relying on his excellent lung capacity, the fat man did it in one go, and his thoughts were rarely coherent.

Yu Chengmu: "...It's really hard for you fat man."

Seeing that Yu Chengmu was silent, the fat man suddenly lowered his voice, doubting himself: "Why, am I right?"

Yu Chengmu took a deep breath, "No."

After saying that, they had already returned to the Wu family's mansion, and the group went straight to the Dahe Empress Temple without any hesitation.

Stepping into the temple gate, I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but suddenly I feel a chill, not completely cold, but a simple chill, like a thin sharp knife, scraping against human hair.

The layout of the temple was still the same, the hessian white cloths and white flags hanging were all scattered, and everyone raised their heads, facing the eyes of the sculpture of Empress Shang Dahe.

The delicacy of the sculpture was something people like Jiang Cheng had never seen before. The woman was so unassumingly beautiful, her eyebrows, corners of her lips, and even the folds on her clothes were all lifelike.

As if a gust of wind blows, the woman will jump down and dance around them.

Yu Chengmu took the lead to look away, looking around the not-so-large temple, "Time is limited, we have to find that treasure before nightfall, and everyone looks for it separately, so it's efficient..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Chengmu stopped, because he saw Jiang Cheng walking towards the sculpture from the corner of his eye, and then knelt down on the futon with a "plop", and kowtowed his head respectfully.

While kowtowing, he muttered something, no need to guess, he knew it was some polite words.

The rest of the people seemed to have found the code to survive, and immediately followed suit, one after another, they went to worship Dahe Empress, and soon formed a line spontaneously. Yu Chengmu's throat rolled, and later, he also went to line up.

He was the last one, followed by Jia Jinliang and A Biao.

Among these people, the fat man was the most pious. He kowtowed more than a dozen heads. If Lei Mingyu, who was behind him, couldn't see him and dragged him away, he would have kowtowed a few more.

(End of this chapter)