Strange Tale

Because he had already promised Long Jiu not to leave Yancheng, Si Ren was afraid of going out of the city gate and there would be trouble, so this time it happened that Father Martin was driving, so he simply hid under the back seat.

After leaving the city, we arrived at Beishan Cemetery soon.It rained heavily last night and there was mud everywhere.Si Ren tucked his clothes into his belt and followed Father Martin to the place where he was buried. His cloth shoes were already soaked.

"It's here." Father Martin pointed.

Si Ren looked around, and it was exactly as the priest said: the rows on the ground were full of watery earth pits, and there were footprints around each pit, and all the footprints were facing east, and they were in the empty space not far away. The ground gathers in one place and continues to extend forward.

However, Si Leng disagreed with Father Martin's statement on one point.He said that the graves had been dug, but after careful observation, Si Ren found that there were almost no traces of soil scattered around the pits, as if they had been dug.But inside the pit, no matter how you look at it, the depth is just enough to be parallel to the ground if someone lies in it.

No matter how anxious you are to bury people, it is impossible to just dig such a shallow pit, so it is obvious that the soil in these pits has not been touched at all, but the corpses inside are gone.Looking at the footprints left in the wet mud again, Si Ren shuddered. A long-lost dark witchcraft vaguely emerged in his mind-the magic of harvesting life.

The sorcery of harvesting life is also called the method of harvesting souls into idols. Si Ren is not clear about how to implement it, but he knows that it is a witchcraft that uses living hearts and livers as medicine to manipulate the dead.

"Si?" Seeing Si Ren staring at the ground thoughtfully, Father Martin couldn't help calling him.

Si Ren raised his head, "I understand."

His face was serious and pale, and Father Martin couldn't help becoming more nervous, he swallowed dryly and asked, "Ming... understand what?"

Si Ren wants to say that he understands that the evil spirit in Yancheng has dissipated because a more powerful monster has come.But looking at the white-faced and blond-haired Father Martin, he thought for a while that he might not be able to explain clearly, so he shook his head and said "nothing", then took out the compass and walked and measured it for a while.

Finally, back to Father Martin, Si Ren took off his backpack and hung it on his shoulder, "I want to look east along the direction of the footprints. Can you help me look after this bag? It is very important to me .”

Father Martin looked at Bao and then at Si Ren, "I'll go with you."

Si Ren rolled up his sleeves, as if preparing for a big fight, "No, you stay here and wait for me."

"Why? Think I'm fat? I walk very fast."

"No, there may be danger..."

"I'm not afraid!" Father Martin took off the backpack and wanted to hang it on Si Ren again.

Si Ren took a step back to avoid it, "It's not a question of whether you're afraid or not."

"what is that?"

"Well... if you come with me, what we will see may be contrary to your beliefs. 'Contradictory' you know what it means?"

Father Martin fell silent.

Si Ren pointed behind him, "You go and wait for me in the car. In case I really encounter any danger, run back so that we can escape together in time."

"Then... alright." Father Martin finally agreed.

Si Ren turned around to leave, just as he took a step and remembered something, he stopped and turned back, "Father."

"Ok?"

"Don't open my bag."

"Of course." The priest nodded, "I won't mess with other people's things."

The footprints disappeared by a river called Cuiyu River.Si Ren held nothing with both hands, he pinched his fingers and recited a mantra to look around: there is a monster in the upstream, and there is an enchantment in the downstream.

There are many goblins in the mountains, and it is common to see goblins wielding swords.Think of him walking straight downstream.

When he came to the edge of the barrier, Si Ren stretched his hand in: it was a barrier with strong thoughts, stronger and wider than the power he felt in the general's mansion that day.This kind of enchantment can make the people inside easily aware of the invasion of ghosts or magic weapons.

Sure enough, it is correct not to bring a backpack, Si Ren thought to himself.Untying the bundled hair, he put the multicolored headband braided into his own hair at the junction of the inside and outside of the barrier, and then slowly raised his foot and stepped in.

The next moment, the sound of shouting and killing rushed into his ears, and Si Ren was stunned at the scene in front of him: Looking from outside the barrier, there is a clear sky here, only running water, river banks and woods.But in it, what Si Ren saw was the confrontation between the two armies in the dark, lightning and thunder.

Illusion?Si Ren hurriedly found a patch of grass and lay down inside to hide.He didn't dare to cast any more spells, so he could only widen his eyes and carefully identify them.Soon he discovers that both sides in the war are not ordinary humans.No one used muskets.On the one hand, they used black magic, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning were summoned by that side of the army.On the other side is a group of people who seem to have no consciousness, not only are not afraid of pain, but also can't be beaten to death.

After looking at it for a while, Si Ren recognized it: the people who couldn't be killed were covered with mud from head to toe, and some of them could still vaguely recognize their original style in their tattered clothes.That's right!They are the corpses that crawled out of their own graves!But... why are there still some wearing very ancient armor?If you take a closer look, it seems that they are still from different dynasties.

Si Ren broke out in a cold sweat: Could it be... this is the legendary "Innocent Legion"? !

Wushang refers to people who are underground.To put it bluntly, it is actually an army composed of the dead.Summoning such an army to fight requires wizardry.

No wonder such a large-scale enchantment was set up.It turns out that what you see outside is an illusion, but the inside is the real situation.But monsters and Wushang usually do not interfere with each other. Who is behind the two parties?Who is manipulating those puppet warriors who have been scattered and dead for thousands of years?

Si Ren couldn't figure out what to do, so he began to crawl along the edge of the barrier towards the rear of the army of dead.

Crawling and crawling, Si Ren seemed to hear a series of bells.The voice is sometimes far away, sometimes near, and lingers around. If you don't listen to it, it is right next to your ears.Listen carefully, but it's hard to tell.

Looking in the direction of the ringtone, from a distance, Si Ren saw a small silver-white figure in the shadow of Chuo Chuo.

Is it human?Si Ren was not sure.Just as he was about to climb closer, the figure suddenly turned around!

Si Ren's heart almost jumped out of his throat together──What kind of face is that!The furrowed skin seemed to be attached to the white bones, and a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes but no pupils blinked non-stop.Coupled with the long silver hair scattered all over the ground, although he has dealt with many ferocious ghosts, Si Ren still panicked the moment he saw the terrifying face clearly.

When he panicked, his breathing became disordered, and Si Ren knew that he could not stay any longer, so he had to leave quickly.Finding his head rope along the same path, he rushed out without hesitation.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, he tied up his hair again, and Si Ren found that he was already drenched in sweat.

Do you want to go back now?Seeing that it was still early, Si Ren decided to go upstream to have a look.There is a Jicui pool, which is the source of Cuiyu River.He figured he would take a bath if there were only ordinary trolls and tree monsters.The evil spirit in the enchantment is too heavy, so going home directly like this will attract foreign objects.

The way upstream was more difficult, and it took Si Ren a little time.However, he still rushed to the grove by the Jicui Lake before the noon yang energy began to fade.

After panting for a while, Si Ren was about to take off his clothes, but he suddenly heard an unusual sound of water when his belt was untied halfway.Si Ren quickly squatted down.

Pushing aside the branches in front of him, he took a closer look: there was someone in the water...it was Long Jiu!Long Jiu wearing nothing!

The author has something to say: Wushang: There are dogs in the ground called Diwolves; there are people called Wushang.Source, "Corpse".