It's hell, my lord

— We are all children of hell.

The scene in He Xian's mind was interrupted again, he put down the book, searched the hall for a long time but couldn't find any clues, so he planned to go upstairs to have a look.

The mahogany stairs let out an old sigh. There are many rooms on the second floor, but the doors are always locked, and none of them can be opened.

But the stairs to the third floor stopped abruptly, and there was a gap missing.He Xian measured his height, and he didn't have any hope for the idea that he could touch the stairs by pounced over like a tiger.

It's a pity that Zhu Xingchen thinks this kind of spells that make up the east and the west are too helpful, and the cloth bag for He Xian is full of powerful attacking charms such as thunder charms and fire charms.Otherwise, a thunderbolt blows up here?He Xian suddenly thought, but here are all wooden furniture, I am afraid that if the fire comes down from the sky, he will burn himself to death first.

Downstairs, He Xian was sure that there would be no such down-to-earth thing as a ladder, so he sat on the last step of the third floor and read a book. In He Xian's opinion, there is probably nothing in the world that cannot be solved by reading a book. If there is, read a few more Book.

In the little book that Bai Xuan gave me, there are more than a dozen ways to repair the defects. He Xian seemed to think that the wooden charm was more reliable. He took out a sharp knife from his pocket, The symbol of squatting and squatting teeth was carved on the wooden stairs rotely.

Every time he cut a knife, he could feel the strength in his body being drawn out, but even if there was an empty space in his body, it was quickly replenished.He Xian felt it was amazing, he seemed to have a connection with the knife in his hand, the place where the knife was cut was slightly jerky but still smooth.

He Xian put away the knife, recited the mantra, and was surprised to find that he succeeded in engraving the talisman for the first time, and the sense of Shi Laozi mentioned in the book was not important at all.

At the junction of the mahogany stairs that have been dead for many years, many vines are pulled out, and the new shoots and branches are twisted, forming a corridor.He Xian suddenly said without thinking: "Death and resurrection, this is called reincarnation."

The moment he activated the talisman, he felt as if there were thousands of breezes between the heaven and the earth, and darkness and light poured into his body. In an instant, his five senses and six senses became clearer, and he felt that he was "not a thing in the pool" in vain. sense of pride.

The rooms on the third floor are completely different from those on the second floor. It's not that the door is not locked, but there is no door at all.The long aisle is lined up with several neat rooms. He Xian did not rush forward, fearing that he would experience another "ghost hitting the wall". He walked towards the first room. There was no window in the room, only a few A dimly lit candle.

The display was also extremely simple, with only a small dark coffin placed in the middle, which was simply an enlarged version of the package he had received, with a serial number engraved on the wood inside.A photo of the owner of the coffin was also posted. It is not difficult to see from its mouth that is cracked to the jaw that a puppet lived here.

And then every room below is like this. After seeing all kinds of doll photos, He Xian discovered that there are one or two inscriptions engraved on the coffin lid. He Xian was interested in it before and studied this weird font. For a while, I learned the general idea, but later found it really boring, so I put it aside in advance.

So He Xian regretted why he was not careful, so he went back to extract those inscriptions one by one.After repeating this copying process countless times, He Xian was almost exhausted.

But the room didn't seem to come to an end yet, so He Xian leaned on the handrail of the corridor and began to translate the inscription in his hand.With his ability to learn the inscriptions with a photographic memory, and he has studied them carefully, so he can get a general idea of ​​the content, but there are still some inscriptions that he has never seen or heard.

It is generally said that the puppeteer lived in this castle, attracted children by building a playground, recruited children in an orphanage, and captured children aged 12 and under for "experiments".Later, the puppeteer used some secret method to make a puppet exactly like himself. The puppet was extremely spiritual, and there was no trace of man-made on the outside.The puppeteer was ecstatic, never thought that the puppet would replace him when he became conscious, so the puppeteer was dismembered and cooked by his own puppet—making it into flower fertilizer.

There is no time passing in the underworld, but it does not mean that He Xian, a mortal body, will not be hungry or thirsty. Needless to say, thirsty, hunger is enough to torture people.He also knew what kind of childlike Zhu Xingchen was, so he put a handful of fruit candies in his pocket before leaving.

Although it won't have much effect, taking two pills can at least relieve the depression that he is inexplicably stuck here.

He Xian sat for a while, then walked towards the fourth floor quite tiredly. The fourth floor was still empty, with only a conspicuous portrait hanging on the wall. Although the clothes were a bit strange, He Xian still recognized the person in the painting at a glance. ——The sharp-edged chin, the piercing and deep eyes, are simply Zhu Xingchen when he is usually pretending to be prudish.

He Xian couldn't help but tremble, why did Zhu Xingchen appear here?He walked into this huge bedroom comparable to that of a noble in the Middle Ages, and he could hardly see anything except the bed and desk.

He doesn't have the hobby of spying on other people's lives, but until now, he is mentally retarded if he has such a high-minded sentiment.The desk cabinet was locked, He Xian pasted a piece of talisman paper heavily on it, and with the other hand passed through the cabinet without obstruction, and took out a rather thick diary.

There is no extra decoration on the cover, and the inside is neat and regular script, the writing is strong but not ostentatious.

2001. 3, 16

This is a very beautiful little boy, I took out one of his eyes, and his other light brown eyeball is still staring at me in horror - he is struggling under my hands, like a poor little sheep.

2001. 10, 29

Why all the yelling?I am redeeming your filthy souls and holding the beauty of life for eternity.

2012. 6, 15

I am not wrong, I am the redeemer.

2013. 8, 3

It was a success. This is my most satisfying work. He was born on a night of extremely beautiful nebula. He is as clean as me. I named him "Zhu Xingchen".

He Xian's mind was shocked, and the fingers that turned the page trembled slightly.

2014. 2, 24

He is so smart.

This was followed by many pages of blank space, the last one not even dated, but scribbled in large letters—am I really wrong?

The puppeteer controls the puppets through music box music. Of course, this method is limited to unsophisticated designs, and at most disturbs the behavior of special puppets.So Zhu Xingchen said that his head hurts when he heard those tunes similar to the music box, so he never seemed to feel tired, sometimes he would sit for a long time for no reason, without any reaction...

All the questions came one after another in a haphazard manner, and then they were strung together like beads, and all the questions seemed to have an explanation. The idea of ​​"he is a puppet" exploded in He Xian's mind, surrounded by smoke, which lingered for a long time.

The room in front of him slowly faded away, and He Xian found himself still in the hallway surrounded by mirrors, but those things that looked exactly like him were nowhere to be found.

He Xian quickly found a talisman from the cloth bag, and read the spell according to the book. Unexpectedly, the glass did not move at all. Presumably, the talisman was too low-grade, and the hardness of glass was really dwarfed by comparison.

He bit his middle finger without hesitation, and tried to draw the talisman directly on the glass without hesitation, but the blood stopped automatically before writing half of it. finished painting.

After all, it is a spell drawn with the blood of pure yang, so its power is naturally several times greater than that of the previous paper talisman.The glass burst instantly after He Xian hesitantly read out the phrase "broken" in the middle two, and all of them disappeared in the next second.

He Xian, who was protecting his head with the raincoat he had taken off, naturally looked very retarded, and he stood up as if nothing had happened.He was already so hungry that he didn't have much strength, but just now he bit his middle finger again, so he couldn't help feeling a little weak.