Thousand Lantern Night

The tall building that my elder sister sent me to had an inn sign on the wooden signboard. As for the inn, the words in front of it were blurred, leaving two blank wooden boards.I read it for a long time and didn't see what it was, so let's call it Chacha Inn.

I stood at the gate of the Chacha Inn and saw that the old building was basically covered with vines and vegetation, thinking that there would be a lot of bugs in this way.But I am almost penniless now, and the next village is far away, and it is getting dark again, so it is impossible to move to another place.I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the hotel, hoping that the shopkeeper would allow me to transfer money or pay online.

I pulled my face with my hands, trying to make myself look very cute, so as to lower the vigilance of the other party.Then he tapped hard on the plank of the stairs extending to the courtyard door.

From my standpoint, this building is connected by several buildings, about five or six buildings, forming an arc.There are also several layers superimposed one after another.This kind of architectural feature, it seems that all close relatives of a family live together.

While admiring the architectural features of the old building, I knocked on the stairs for a long time and no one answered.I had no choice but to go up by myself.As soon as I walked upstairs, a hunchbacked old man appeared from the shadows, just like he appeared suddenly, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand, which scared me almost to roll down the stairs.The old man raised his face in the circle of lights, the skin on his face was almost down to his chest, he looked very, very old.As a result, those eyes were pulled extremely wide, and their protruding cheeks stared at me, which was very scary.

I don't know how the etiquette of the people here is. I subconsciously put my hands together and bowed to the old man, and I almost said, "Old man, the poor monk is from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, passing through Guibao Land, the sky is getting late, and I am ashamed of my pocket. I'll sing you a little song and use it as your accommodation fee, what do you think?" Thinking about it, I hummed "Hurry up and use the nunchucks to hum!" Forget it.

The scene was really embarrassing.

The old man's hoarse voice asked me weakly: "Are you staying?"

I quickly put on a smile and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes. Is there any room?"

It was only after asking that I remembered that generally high-rise buildings are full of bunks, and rarely have separate rooms.Sure enough, the old man turned around and walked deep, and said tremblingly: "There is only one bunk left. If you want to live, come in."

I stood at the foot of the stairs and looked inside.This large row of buildings is interconnected, and the inside is bottomless, and because the outside of the house is covered by vines and green forests, it is almost impossible to see inside.In addition, there are no lights, so it's a bit embarrassing to just look in.But when the old man passed through the hall, the circle of light came out, and I saw the wooden floor full of donkey friends lying one by one, so I thought I must be worrying too much.So he followed the old man inside.

After walking through about three halls, that is, three buildings, I felt something was wrong.Each building facing south is a large hall, the floor is full of donkey friends sleeping, and those people are neatly side by side, and no one turned over or made any movement.It's like——that the ground is full of corpses.

Realizing this problem, I involuntarily slowed down.The old man probably couldn't hear my footsteps after walking about ten steps, so he stopped, turned around and greeted me and said, "The empty bunk is in the innermost room. Come quickly, I will make dinner for you in a while."

I was a little hesitant at this point because the scene seemed so abnormal.But the old man behaved the same, I thought to myself, don't make a fuss about my long hair and short knowledge, besides, if I go out at this time, the situation in the deep mountains and old forests is not much better.The old man urged me again, and I said "ah", I gritted my teeth to see the situation before I spoke, and walked towards him.

As a result, I accidentally kicked something in the dark, and I tripped and hopped on one leg for several steps before I stabilized.I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I seem to have kicked something."

A football-shaped thing rolled to the old man's feet. Under the light of his kerosene lamp, I saw that it was a head with protruding eyes and a big mouth!

My jaw immediately dropped, and my surprised eyes slowly moved up from the man's head to the old man's face.

The old man still had the expression that had been frozen for thousands of years, and he just sighed lightly. "It's a pity, it's only the last one, 21 grams."

I froze for a moment, 21 grams?What the hell?Just my little brother Wu Xiaoxie, chopped off more than 21 grams, right?

But then I figured out what it meant.

Fuck I turned around and ran.

21 grams is the data from some foreign soul researchers. It is said that people will lose 21 grams of weight at the moment of death. The researchers believe that this is the weight of the soul.The theory of matter calls it the soul element particle.

I once heard from my third uncle or someone that the tomb robbery industry has developed into a later stage, with many factions and chaos, and there are all kinds of demonization and heresy.The Jiuli people in Miaojiang have so-called soul-collecting shamans who claim to be spirit collectors and are said to be able to perform a ritual of resurrection from the dead.It is to collect a certain number of souls, use an artifact called Jiuli Pot, refine them and implant them into the body of the dead, so as to bring the dead back to life.

I cried out in a complicated mood.

The good news is that I probably stumbled into the hinterland of the Jiuli tribe in Miaojiang by mistake. Otherwise, how could this old man know the spirit-gathering technique of this tribe? No matter how bad he is, I can get some clues through him.Of course, the premise is that I save my life first, and then subdue and influence him.But in many cases, giants of thought are often vulnerable, and the first reaction to danger is always to run away.

When I was about to run to the stairs, I turned my head and took a look. The old man stood still, and the dim kerosene lamp was burning silently there.I salute with tears in my heart, goodbye old man, I can’t compare to you in terms of scaring the poor monk, but in terms of running away-go to your uncle hahahahaha!

Before he finished chattering, he turned around and slammed into the pillar in the center of the door.I held the headache in my hands and burst into tears, "Axibal! What the hell!" I touched the pillar with my hand, and I was sure it was in the middle of the door, but it was clearly not there when I entered the door.My heart is too bad, this foot building is the kind of building block mechanism, which can be set up as a specific cage by removing or inserting part of the structure.Sure enough, there was a bang outside the stairs, and two wooden fences fell from the roof, completely closing off my escape route.

I kicked my feet but didn't move, and I didn't have any weapons on my body, so I had to look back at the amiable old man, hoping that he saw that I was just unlucky and went to the wrong inn, and that he could make friends with me on a whim.

Obviously the old man had no compassion at all, he turned around and walked to the largest pillar in the middle of the room, grabbed a horizontal handle, and pushed it half a circle like a millstone.

Immediately there was a rattling sound of spring starting on that post.The wooden layer wrapped on the outside was cut off to the two sides, revealing a black lacquered column body that looks like jade and stone.Through the four or five meter high roof, straight to the night sky.

Judging from the shape of the section in front of me, it should be a tower.However, the shape of this pagoda is not the common cornice type, but a straight column shape, similar to the straight stacked type of the Chongsheng Three Pagodas.And according to rumors, the Three Pagodas of Chongsheng are used to suppress demons and evil, so this type of pagoda generally has this function.

All of a sudden, the words of the elder sister from the neighboring town who sent me over rang in my ears: "Every family here has a tower. Don't approach them if you have nothing to do, let alone touch them! Soul-suppressing!"

I pressed my back against the fence and took a deep breath to calm myself down, trying to reason with the old guy: "Hey, don't mess around, don't think that I won't beat you because I'm old!"

The old man ignored me completely, walked to the other side, grabbed an identical handle, and pushed half a circle in the opposite direction.The tower made a rattling sound and began to rotate. The old man stood in the shadow of the lamp and showed me a sly and cold smile.

Immediately, the airflow in the room seemed to be stirred up, and soon as the tower rotated faster, a vortex with strong suction was formed.I held onto the wooden fence with both hands to prevent being drawn in by the air current, and at the same time broke the fence harder.

The old man's face changed drastically very quickly, and he shouted in disbelief: "You have no soul!" He turned around and pulled some mechanism there, and the tower slowly stopped turning, and a bar in the middle clicked open, revealing a dilapidated bronze pot .

The corner of my mouth twitched: "What are you doing? I don't accept junk!"

The old man showed that sly smile again, and said, "You don't take the trash, I will." He stretched out his hand and twisted some kind of mechanism on the pot.

A sharp and piercing voice immediately penetrated my brain.That kind of sound is the same as the sound of the hexagonal copper bell that I heard a long time ago. It is very penetrating, like countless needles stuck in my brain.I knelt on the ground all of a sudden, feeling like my head was going to explode.I said in my heart that I can't control that much anymore, don't blame me for the building being blown into powder in a while.He slapped the ground hard with his right hand, ready to do that disastrous lore again.

However, no matter how hard I beat the ground, the strength just couldn't come out.In fact, I can feel the power coming out, but it doesn't seem to work in this place.Not only that, the radiated power seemed to be absorbed, I could feel a very obvious heartbeat acceleration, and then the heart palpitations and convulsions immediately, and it became difficult to breathe.Now I regret that I didn't subdue this old guy all at once, but if I encounter something and use a big move to destroy everything that can be destroyed, I will still feel that I am too scary.

If a person obtains some kind of mysterious power, changing the world is a matter of minutes, then what he needs to practice most is kindness and self-control ability.Otherwise, if you lose control easily, or let yourself kill this one and kill that one, what is the difference with a beast?After I have that kind of power, I can better understand the words of the third uncle, the power of ghosts and gods is not scary, what is really scary is the human heart.

I tried my best to get up from the ground, ready to see what I could use to knock the old man unconscious.

I didn't expect someone to do this before me.

The wooden wall on the south side of the foot building was split open with a knife, and a figure kicked in with his foot. After landing, he quickly bounced up and ran up to the old man with a knife in his hand.The old man fell to the ground, the man crackled and fiddled with the tower body a few times, all the organs were reset as they were, and the whirlpool finally stopped.

The kerosene lamp fell at the man's feet, and I saw him flipping something on the old man's body. That familiar side face—wasn't it my dead oil bottle!

After so many days, I finally caught up with Poker Ping. I was so happy that I immediately jumped over to say hello. "Brother! Where did you come from?"

Poker-Face gave me a cold look, completely ignoring my intentions. After rummaging through the old man's clothes, he picked up the kerosene lamp with a frown, and shone it on the post, as if he was looking for something.

I sniffled a little bored, and thought to myself, this yin and yang stuffy oil bottle, why didn't I owe you money for prostitution?It's such a big deal, I really didn't give me flesh and blood! ——Bah, what are you thinking!

I finished my bragging in my heart, and followed him to see what he was looking for.When the foot touched the old man's body, he was found to be completely stiff.I was taken aback: "Brother! He's dead!"

Poker Bottle finally responded to me. "His soul was sucked away by the pot."

I said "ah", "Then, let's kill people!"

Boyouping ignored me again, and fumbled here and there on the pillar, fumbling back and forth several times, and finally took out the bronze pot.He put the pot into his backpack, went to the stairs, split the wooden fence with black gold, and left directly.

I hurried to follow. "Brother, where are you going? It's not easy to walk on the mountain road so late, why don't we find a place to make do for a night's rest."

Poker-Face seemed to have never heard of it, and drilled into the depths of the dense forest, stopping from time to time to check the direction, then split the branches and grass with black gold, and groped into the hinterland of the deep mountain step by step.

I saw that he was so persistent, so I immediately shut up and followed him into the mountain.