Paintings of Terror

Shao Ling stared at the sudden darkness in front of him calmly, and compared it with the paintings he had experienced before. If the darkness before was all dramatic, then everything in front of him was a bit terrifying.

The pale moonlight makes it possible to vaguely see the tombstones and steles in this cemetery, and some birds occasionally make unheard-of strange calls. The child called faintly among the grass.

In the nasal cavity is the unique smell of the mountains, from the vegetation, soil, rocks, and these ancient stone tablets.

"When I was working in Beijing," Li Xiaochun said suddenly, "I heard old Beijingers talk about who was 'dead', and they said it was 'he heard the crickets call'. I didn't quite understand it at first, but only now I understand, there are many crickets in Ganqing'er's cemetery."

Shao Ling didn't go any further, but temporarily stopped at a place a little far from the grave: "It's getting dark too fast."

"Aren't the paintings all abnormal?" Li Xiaochun accepted the abnormality of the painting so quickly.

"No, there used to be a certain pattern of day and night. Even if the day only lasted for four hours, the world would only 'turn off the lights' after four hours," Shao Ling said, taking the painting "Reverse Journey" as an example , "But the darkness in this place is very sudden, as if...artificial."

Li Xiaochun didn't say a word, he thought that making the sky dark could not be "man-made", it had to be "natural" to do it.

Heidengxiahuo is in the graveyard, Li Xiaochun is not afraid that it is a fake, but his life outside for many years has taught him that even if he is very timid, don't let others see it-not to be wary of Shao Ling, but, after so many years, he has become accustomed to being in certain places. Aspects to hide their own nature.

Li Xiaochun stood beside Shao Ling pretending to be calm, listening to the crickets in his ears, his heart fluttered, and his eyes couldn't help looking around. He couldn't help himself when he saw this. The habit was broken in an instant—"Ahhhhh—" Several screams pierced the night sky, and several night birds flew away.

Shao Ling barely maintained his composure: "What are you shouting for?"

Li Xiaochun stammered, "There is something on your back."

Shao Ling walked two steps forward vigilantly and then suddenly turned his head. Sure enough, he saw a cluster of red flames like a long tail. What was even more frightening was that the flames were still following him. When he moved, the fire followed him.

Shao Ling gasped, staring at the strange red flame without moving.

Li Xiaochun backed away in fright, Shao Ling hurriedly said: "Don't move, it will follow you if you move."

"This...there are feudal superstitions in this painting..." Li Xiaochun only felt his calf convulsed, and he didn't have the strength to move at the moment, "Mr. Shao, this...is this a will-o'-the-wisp?"

"Scientifically speaking, it should be phosphorous fire," Shao Ling watched as the fire gradually weakened. "We are in a mass grave, so there will naturally be some bones that have not decayed completely. These things may produce phosphine, and the phosphine The ignition point is very low, and it is likely to spontaneously ignite in summer."

"But, will-o'-the-wisp, no, why can the phosphorus fire follow people?" When Li Xiaochun was a child in the village, he saw with his own eyes that will-o'-the-wisps follow people and set people on fire.

"Because, when walking, the air velocity around the feet is high, and the pressure is low." Shao Ling said a little jerky, "My science is average, that's probably what it means."

Li Xiaochun stared at the phosphorous fire that was gradually going out, as if he could not fully believe in the "scientific truth" that Shao Ling said until he saw the fire go out.

Unexpectedly, the fire did not go out, but when it was about to burn out, many small sparks burst out suddenly, and then it ignited into a big ball, which was as big as a basketball, half suspended in the air, and a strip of water hung down from below. Flame seedlings like tails.

Li Xiaochun was completely frightened, and twisted his thigh severely, wishing that he would still be in the exhibition hall of the Niansu Art Museum when he woke up, who knew that the horrible will-o’-the-wisp was still hanging there flickeringly after the pain, Li Xiaochun Sa Yazi rushed to Shao Ling's side: "Mr. Shao Shao Shao, this, this, this..."

Shao Ling took a few steps back, but his eyes were fixed on the will-o'-the-wisp in front of him. According to this strange burning phenomenon, it can be basically concluded that this is not burning phosphine, but...

"Mr. Shao Shao," Li Xiaochun tried to calm himself down, "Do you think this will-o'-the-wisp made the sky dark?"

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon." Shao Ling stared at the abnormally red flame, and found that after staring at it for a long time, he could gradually see the burning core through the flame, which was a large piece of bone. The bones are burning."

"What story is burning?" Li Xiaochun asked boldly.

"Bone remains are the remains of human bones after the corpse has rotted or been cremated." After Shao Ling finished speaking, he suddenly found that the burning bone became clearer, and he could even see the remnant of the bone, as if It was caused by beating it with a heavy object. "This piece of bone doesn't seem to be caused by decay and cremation."

"What caused that?" Li Xiaochun also saw the burning bone, which seemed to be trying very hard to show its incompleteness.

"I think it was caused by a blow, and it was not a sharp thing like a knife or axe, but a hammer or a wooden stick." Shao Ling analyzed.

Li Xiaochun felt more and more that this matter was too evil, and couldn't help emboldening himself loudly: "This is Zhuxian Town, and General Zhu Hai is buried here! General Zhu Hai has become a fairy, how dare he have such evil spirits?" It's weird!"

The group of will-o'-the-wisps suddenly "bang", and the fire group became bigger and bigger.

But Shao Ling thought of what Li Xiaochun said just now, Zhu Xianzhen, Zhu Hai, the bone that was attacked by a heavy weapon, Jin Bi.

Jin Bi.

"Are you Jin Bi?" Shao Ling said.

The will-o'-the-wisp stopped in mid-air, almost at the same height as Shao Ling's face, the flames no longer flickered around, but almost stood still there.

"Are you Jin Bi?" Shao Ling said again.

Some small flames fell from the will-o'-the-wisp, and the bones in the center almost glowed.

"Are you wronged?" Shao Ling asked.

The will-o'-the-wisp still rustled down, as if an invisible ghost was weeping tears of fire.

"This is Jin Bi's ghost?" Li Xiaochun asked cautiously.

"should be."

"It's so late at night, why doesn't the ghost appear?" Li Xiaochun said.

"Because of history, the story of "Stealing Talismans to Save Zhao" was passed on by word of mouth among the common people, which made it difficult for some souls to gather and form, but they were unwilling." Shao Ling said looking at the will-o'-the-wisp.

"Is it like what we just analyzed, Zhu Haizhui killed Jin Bi because he was loyal to his master Xinling Lord, and Jin Bi expressed doubts about him, but he was also loyal to his master Wei Wang?" Li Xiaochun figured out the reason, and asked Not as scared as before, "So, Jin Bi feels wronged?"

Shao Ling looked at the will-o'-the-wisp that kept dropping flames: "Old General, can you show your body? Or use your own way to tell your grievances, if we can help you, we will spare no effort."

The will-o'-the-wisp actually slowly moved away from Shao Ling and the two of them, and headed towards the cemetery.

"It, did it just go away?" Li Xiaochun didn't believe it himself.

"It's probably trying to figure out a way to communicate with us," Shao Ling said.

"Mr. Shao, what did you mean by 'Grand General'?" Li Xiaochun asked.

"Jin Bi was a battle-tested veteran general of the Wei State before his death. He was called '嚄唶 Veteran General'. '嚄唶' means vigorous and brave, and 'Veteran' means veteran." When Shao Ling said this, there was regret in his tone.

"That is to say, Jin Bi was not buried after his death, and now only this bone remains?" Li Xiaochun said.

Shao Ling didn't know how to answer. It looked like this. Jin Bi, a veteran general, was killed by a [-]-jin sledgehammer. There was probably no body left. At that time, there were battlefields everywhere. It seems that he was not buried. None, that's why I feel wronged.

Just as Shao Ling was thinking, suddenly the fire flickered, and a group of fiery will-o'-the-wisps floated over, followed by dozens of large and small will-o'-the-wisps. The core is a piece of bone of different sizes and shapes!The only thing they have in common is that the edges of all the bones have traces of being crushed by heavy weapons.

Dozens of will-o'-the-wisps slowly gather together, turning into a big campfire-like flame, and dozens of bone remains form an incomplete human skeleton in the center of the big flame.

Li Xiaochun was speechless for a long time, at this moment he was a little scared, and he still had a feeling that he couldn't explain clearly.

Shao Ling's expression was very complicated, and it took him a long time to say: "You want us to help you, revenge?"

The big flame stopped there, motionless.

Shao Ling could only continue to guess: "Then you are, and you want to be buried in peace?"

The big flame moved only slightly.

Following this line of thinking, Shao Ling continued to ask: "Do you want to be buried in the ground intact?"

The big flame trembled violently, shaking off dozens of clusters of flames.

For a moment, the big flame burned extremely brightly, as if it wanted to illuminate the sky.

It was really bright.

The night just now was like a short dream, like a hysterical dream from a nap.

But those bones are still there. In the weeds between the cemeteries, dozens of broken bones have been assembled into a shape. If you carefully identify it, it should be a human shape.

Li Xiaochun seemed to have not woken up from the situation just now, and patted his face at this moment: "Is it real just now, or is it a dream entrusted to us by Jin Bi?"

"It doesn't matter if it's real or a dream, we have to find a way to accomplish what we have promised," Shao Ling said.

"His bones at that time were all broken into slag. Mr. Shao, you just said that now is the Ming Dynasty, and it has been many, many years since the Warring States Period. It is impossible to find those bones." Li Xiaochun said, looking around. , thinking of something better to replace the bone.

"If he can get it back, he doesn't need to use the will-o'-the-wisp to beg us for help." Shao Ling thought about it carefully, and always felt that this matter would not make the two of them search for a needle in a haystack, but would have a predetermined trajectory.

"Let's take these bones out of the weeds first." Li Xiaochun said and went to do it. First, he found a stone tablet that had fallen on the ground, swept the soil on it with his sleeve, and then cleaned the bones in the weeds. Every piece of bone was carefully taken out and put together on the stone tablet piece by piece. The whole process was very serious, for fear that any piece would be spelled wrong.

Shao Ling watched Li Xiaochun do all this, but he was still thinking about something to replace the bones.

"Mr. Shao! There is something under these bones!" Li Xiaochun suddenly shouted.

Shao Ling hurried over to look, and saw something like a square chessboard on the weeds under the bones, but there was no checkerboard pattern on it, but some sand, which looked like a modern sandboard.

Shao Ling couldn't think of the reason for a while, so he wrote a word on the sand table.

Li Xiaochun recognized it for a long time: "This is a bone character. It looks like an ancient writing method. Looking at it this way, this character looks like a person standing there, with a head, a body and four limbs."

"This is seal script," Shao Ling smoothed out the sand characters he had written just now, and wrote another character.

Li Xiaochun didn't know this word. It was a big square on the outside and something like a letter inside: "Why is there a letter r inside this big word?"

"This is not a letter, but a word for 'divination', the 'divination' of 'divination'." Shao Ling explained, "This is the hieroglyph of the character for 'bone', because wizards used to use bones for divination."

As soon as Shao Ling finished speaking, he saw the sand characters in the sand table suddenly glow. When the light dissipated, Shao Ling tried to push the sand away, and found that there was actually a bone full of witch characters buried in the sand.

It's a pity that Shao Ling didn't recognize any of the characters on it.

"What is this?" Li Xiaochun asked.

"This is a primitive bone, or a bone with primitive meaning." Shao Ling personally placed this bone among the bones placed on the stele, "I don't know if this bone can help us……"

Before Shao Ling finished speaking, he found that the bone on the stele changed rapidly, and even new growths appeared on the damaged edge. After a while, a complete skeleton appeared on the stele—the stele at this time There is no room for the entire human skeleton, and the leg bones of the skeleton are on the ground next to the stele.

"Have we made it together?!" Li Xiaochun couldn't believe it, and looked down at this magical sand table, only to find that a word "moon" appeared on it at some point.

Shao Ling walked over and saw this word, and said unconsciously: "It seems that this is to help us find 'meat' from the bones."

The author has something to say:

[Xin Yue Notice] This story is the shortest, and I feel like there is nothing to write. The next chapter will be the next group.

Shao Ling: "..."

Li Xiaochun: "Mr. Shao, why did the comment section disappear when we caught up with the two of us on stage? Did the audience leave with their stools..."

Shao Ling: ...