[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

A few years ago, I started reading the pheromones of the black snake with my nose and got a lot of information.These messages span 3000 years, and the amount of information is so huge that I read them, as if I had lived 3000 years.

Its side effects are very scary. For a long time, I can't distinguish between illusion and reality.In the hallucinations, there are hallucinations I added myself, and in reality, the trance feeling in the hallucinations often appears.

The black blind man said that it is a miracle that I can distinguish even one percent from the information I have obtained.Apart from what I have recorded, there is a great deal of information hidden in my memory.I've seen them, but don't remember them.

This is also a kind of self-protection of the brain. If I have to remember all the parts, then my brain will definitely be squeezed out.

It’s hidden, but it’s different from nothing at all. Although I can’t remember when or where I read the illusion related to the scene in front of me.But it is impossible for Zhang Haike to appear here, he was imagined by me, and what he is talking about is actually my hidden fantasy memory.

Because of the reappearance of the scene in front of me, they may also add my own new imagination and wake up from my mind.

1000 years ago, this was the altar where a certain tribe held sacrifices during the Liao Dynasty.

This tribe believes in a religion. They hold sacrificial ceremonies, mainly to worship the gods who can control the human soul.

"If you have read the mural carefully just now, you will be able to understand it." Zhang Haike said next to me, "The big snake with a human head is the god in charge of people's body and soul. If it is gone, it will leave the body and disappear. The other is the god who is in charge of people's spirit and soul. This kind of soul will not die with the body, but will be sent to the afterlife after a special funeral ceremony." Zhang Haike said.

"You're pretty good at making up." I didn't really listen to it, "No, it's not you, it's me."

Zhang Haike looked at me: "Whatever you think, you want to know."

"I don't want to know, these must be the contents of the murals I've put together in my head," I said.What I want to know is obviously another thing.

What I care about is what Zhang Haike just said about Poker Bottle.

"It's okay." Zhang Haike was unyielding, "Don't forget, you have to rely on this information to get out of here."

I was secretly helpless, why would I imagine this person to explain to myself the information stored in my mind.He's a talkative guy, and he talks a lot.

But I can only listen quietly, and gradually, it seems that my heart is somewhat calmer.

Zhang Haike looked at the sacrificial team, they walked very slowly, every step seemed to be a step in a ritual.

Zhang Haike said: "They are similar to priests and wizards, and they also have specific titles. The Chinese meanings are 'wise men' and 'Xiaoche'. To put it more simply, you can also understand it as a type of psychic medium. They can Communicating with the soul is the link between our world and the spiritual world of the dead, and the sacrificial ceremony is also performed by them."

I can understand, but I thought of the female zongzi. Its coffin is called the soul-sealing coffin. Since it is to lead the souls of the dead to the underworld, why should it be sealed.

Zhang Haike seemed to have heard my question, and said: "But some souls, those priests and wizards consider them to be ominous symbols. If such souls also enter the world of the dead, then other souls will not live in peace."

"According to what you said," I said, "every time they encounter such a soul, they will build such a large tomb to seal it. Let's not talk about whether it can be sealed or not. Just the specifications of the tomb, the treatment is quite normal. Reincarnation is much better. I will tell them that your soul is also unknown, so remember to report to them when you die.”

Zhang Haike didn't change his expression. He pointed at the leader: "This one is different. What needs to be sealed here is the soul of a priest and wizard. He himself can understand the world of the undead. People think he has very evil powers, so we must Use a special coffin to build a special mausoleum."

"It turned out that the one who was going to be buried was one of our own, and only one of us was treated like this."

Zhang Haike nodded, and said again: "The characters on his robe and the red silk thread tied around his waist are to lock the soul. Those people send him into the coffin through the ceremony, and the silk thread will break. When the coffin is closed, the soul will be released." Locked in a coffin forever."

I thought of the clothes he and the female zongzi wore, with the same characters on them, which seemed to be the standard equipment for entering the coffin here.But what happened to the female zongzi? It was also sealed because its soul was unknown.And if the person walking in front is in the same situation as it, does he also want to enter a large bronze coffin sealed with 81 bronze chains? Where is the coffin?

Before Zhang Haike answered me, I felt the ground under my feet tremble, and then another sound rang in my ears, it was no longer an antler, but more like a drum.

This kind of drum sound was very low at first, as if it came from deep underground, but it gradually became stronger and began to echo in the sky.

"They are going to prepare for the final ceremony." Zhang Haike said.

I have lost interest, and now I am standing with Zhang Haike's hallucination, as if I am watching a scene.

My head is messed up, and this information, while explaining a lot of things, doesn't serve my purpose much.And it has nothing to do with the Zhang family and Poker Ping that I am concerned about. Although the Zhang family has existed for a long time, it seems that it has nothing to do with witchcraft and cults.

I began to think carefully about all the details from the time I saw the bronze coffin, and then thought that when the female zongzi appeared, a violation of harmony was revealed.

When the female zongzi appeared, she was wearing a pair of three-inch golden lotus.

This tomb is from the Liao period, and this tribe is also a minority such as the Khitan. How could their women bind their feet.

"Wait." I felt that this was a very crucial question, and I asked, "Who is the woman in the bronze coffin, and what does it have to do with the person they are burying now?"

Zhang Haike was not surprised by my question. He motioned me to go to the other direction of the altar so that he could better watch the next ceremony, and then said: "In addition to the body and the soul of the spirit, they believe that people have a way of reincarnation." Soul, this kind of soul can be reincarnated. They think that the reincarnated soul of that person has merged with the physical soul of that Han woman." Zhang Haike looked at me, "To put it simply, it's like a ghost upper body. They think it's One of his ways to protect himself. So above here, a shadow coffin was built, and the woman was nailed alive in the coffin, and spells were carved on the wall of the tomb, which were those blood characters, and buried her together with the priest and wizard .”

There are no funerary objects, no epitaph, only an indestructible bronze coffin, and a tomb full of incantations.I thought of the female zongzi crazily hitting the wall of the tomb, and wanted to come here to find these people fighting for their lives, but I didn't have the time to lament the barbarity and cruelty of this belief, "Don't always put it simply, I can hear it I understand." I looked at Zhang Haike, "What's going on with the Zhang family, do you know that your people have been here before?"

"You want to know? This part actually has nothing to do with you." For the first time, Zhang Haike didn't answer my question directly.

"nonsense."

I almost want to discuss with myself, can I use another person to fantasize about.

Zhang Haike suddenly stretched out his hand, in the palm of his hand was a small and exquisite hexagonal copper bell.

I know this thing is powerful, but I saw that it was sealed with rosin.I didn't understand what he meant, and guessed that he didn't say anything, maybe because I didn't have these things in my own mind, so the Zhang Haike I imagined couldn't tell me about the Zhang family.

Zhang Haike handed me the hexagonal copper bell, and I felt a little blurry in front of my eyes, his silhouette began to melt into the mist.

He pointed to the center of the altar: "You recognize it, it is a sign, if you want to know something, why not go see it yourself."

I walked over there holding the hexagonal copper bell. I don't know when, maybe it started from the sound of the drum, and the glazed bricks on the ground in the center of the altar rotated like opening around.This process is very slow, and the green light emitted by the rotating glazed bricks still has a strange beauty, and I can't move my eyes away.

Gradually, a seemingly bottomless hole opened up on the ground, and I saw something floating in the darkness.

A dark coffin slowly rises from the ground.

I have already walked to the side of the coffin, but as Zhang Haike said, none of those people noticed me.

The coffin was black, probably ebony, and it was also covered with inscriptions, the same as on the walls of the previous tomb.The inner and outer coffins had no lids, and I noticed that the lids were still down and might take a while to rise.

The person who was about to be sealed in the coffin did not show any resistance. He cooperated with the ceremony, and someone came up behind him and painted something on the mask he was wearing.

It was something bright red, the same as the red silk thread tied around his waist, I guessed it might be blood.

Soon, his mask was smeared with bright red blood, and then he turned around, just facing my direction, and I saw a ferocious human face printed on the blood on the mask, like the one in my hand that ring.

Everything is corresponding.

I don't know what Zhang Haike asked me to watch, maybe a funeral ceremony of a mysterious tribe 1000 years ago.

It doesn't make any sense to me. I'm still not sure whether these are hallucinations derived from the murals, or they are completely fabricated by me, and no one will believe them when I tell them.

I can imagine that this is the same burial process for thousands of years, entering the coffin, then sealing the coffin, and then...

Wake up.

The name of Poker Bottle is really unlucky. Thinking of it at this moment, I suddenly break out in a layer of cold sweat, and the hairs on my back stand on end.

"Here is his end."

Zhang Haike's words sounded again, I immediately turned back to look in the direction of Zhang Haike just now, there was nothing there.

At the same moment, I heard the drums suddenly grow so loud that my hands and feet were numb, and there was a low growl from under all the masks.

The last rites.

I suddenly started to ring in my ears, and my eyes began to blur. I stared at the bloody mask, I could only see it clearly, and everything else started to spin.

I had no idea what was going on, and I felt like I was going to pass out again, until the mask was slowly removed.

At that moment, I froze completely, all senses disappeared, and my blood seemed to be frozen.

There is only one thought left in my mind, this must be another fucking international joke.

I saw that under the mask, it turned out to be the face of Poker Bottle.