Urban Witcher

Walking on the road, Ye Shaoyang thought, it was not the first time he dug other people's ancestral graves in the middle of the night like this, and one of them was digging his own ancestral graves.

The ancestral tombs of the Eighteen Villages are different from the tombs of ordinary Han people. They are not buried on flat ground, but on a mountain, descending along a slope.

Around the tomb, there is also a wooden fence, with a wooden door in the middle, only a frame but no door.

Ye Shaoyang looked at it from a distance, and felt puzzled: there was no frame but no door, and no one guarded it, and the surrounding fences were so low that they were useless.

Walking to the front and looking at the fence, it turned out that it was all made of peach wood, and it suddenly dawned on me:

This mahogany fence is not used to guard against people, but to guard against ghosts.

The two walked on the muddy mountain road, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked around to the front of the fence. Wu Yao suddenly grabbed Ye Shaoyang, pointed to the opposite distance, and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother Ye, what are those two?"

Ye Shaoyang took a closer look and saw two figures walking slowly from the depths of the tomb.

Both of them walked crookedly and crookedly, as if one leg was lame.

"Is it... a ghost?" Wu Yao held onto Ye Shaoyang's arm tightly.

Ye Shaoyang put one hand into the backpack and did not move.

The two ghosts walked side by side, and their faces could be seen gradually. Wu Yao took a look, and hurriedly shrank behind Ye Shaoyang, trembling all over:

The two guys walking towards each other didn't look scary, they were not ghosts with blue faces and fangs, on the contrary, they had a human face.

A pair of boys and girls, about thirteen or fourteen years old, were dressed in white robes, their faces were also white, but their faces were covered with thick rouge, the thickest lipstick on their mouths, and their eyebrows were pointing.

The most important thing is that both of them have smiles on their faces, and their expressions are very real, but they look like fake faces.

Such an anthropomorphic face, paired with exaggerated makeup, added a bit of a weird feeling to it, making it even more terrifying than those ferocious ghosts.

The two guys looked at Ye Shaoyang with a pair of big dull eyes, and approached step by step on tiptoe.

Ye Shaoyang stepped back half a step, and grabbed the Hook Soul Cable in his hand.

"I know, it's a boy and a girl!" Wu Yao exclaimed.

"What?" Ye Shaoyang's heart sank, "A living sacrifice?"

"No, it's made of kraft paper."

Wu Yao said, "In our Miao Village, whenever a person of status dies, the family members will tie up two kraft paper figures, name them, and burn them in front of the grave. These two paper figures will take the deceased as their master and serve his Y soul. "

After a pause, she continued: "I think the appearance of these two ghosts is the same as the paper dolls burned in front of the grave, and their legs are all lame...

I remember that at the funeral, one heel of virgin boys and girls had to be cut open with scissors, which was said to shorten the tendons so that they would not run away and could only serve by the master's side. "

Ye Shaoyang suddenly realized that similar traditions also exist in the funeral culture of the Han people, but they are not as detailed.

Serving the master is nonsense, no matter if they are Han people or Miao people, they are all under the jurisdiction of the Huaxia Dadi Prefecture, and they must enter the Y Division after death.

However, in Miaojiang witchcraft, there is only magic, and the mana comes from the witches and gods. They avoid the underworld and go in without knowing it. Therefore, many wizards think that after death, people will stay in the tomb or at home, and even protect future generations. joke.

However, since the boys and girls were sacrificed by witchcraft, it is normal for them to become evil spirits.

Boys and girls came all the way behind the door frame of the peach wood fence, and then stood still, one on the left and one on the right, staring at Ye Shaoyang with a pair of big eyes, full of hostility.

Ye Shaoyang immediately understood that these two guys were used to guard the cemetery, and they didn't know what spells they cast before they were alive.

And around the cemetery, a fence was made of peach trees, so the pair of evil spirits could not escape.

Ye Shaoyang asked Wu Yao to wait, and walked in through the door frame by himself. The pair of evil spirits immediately raised their hands, like zombies, and stabbed at him with a pair of sharp palms.

Ye Shaoyang easily avoided it.

This level of evil spirits did not pose any threat to him. He tied the two of them with red yarn and stuck evil spirits on their faces so that they could not move.

Terrified, Wu Yao walked in, came to Ye Shaoyang's side, and asked, "Could it be that if anyone comes in, they will come forward to stop them?"

Ye Shaoyang was stunned, yes, there must be a lot of people who usually come to the grave to worship their ancestors, this pair of evil spirits will definitely not show up to stop him, but why was he grandly "received" by them before he entered?

Thinking about it carefully, there is only one possibility: this evil spirit has a keen perception of the stellar energy on his body, or the spiritual power of the magic weapon.

This is probably also the reason why the people who sacrificed them used some kind of witchcraft to drive them.

Having no time to study them, Ye Shaoyang turned on a pen flashlight, led Wu Yao, and started looking for the tombs one by one from the periphery.

There are names on the tombstones, and it is popular to engrave photos on the tombstones of those who died these years, so it is not difficult to identify, but there are too many graves and the workload is not heavy.

The higher the cemetery went up the mountain, the higher the terrain. The two of them searched all the way up, and found that the texture of the tombstone and the area occupied by the tomb gradually increased.

It seems that the Miao people have the same feng shui beliefs as the Han people. In the same general feng shui situation of the Y house, the topography is respected.

Ye Shaoyang was thinking about it when suddenly the alarm bell rang, and he was startled. When he turned around, he saw a black shadow running down from the mountain behind the tomb:

It was shaped like a ferocious beast, completely black, but translucent, like a smoke drawn in ink.

The head is huge, and the face is pale. It turned out to be a woman's face, with angry eyes and wide mouth, as if wearing a Beijing opera mask. Around the head, there is a circle of blue hair, separated on both sides, as if standing vertically.

What the hell is this!

Ye Shaoyang sensed an evil spirit lingering around this thing, obviously it was also an evil spirit, but its cultivation was much stronger than that pair of boys and girls.

"Be careful yourself!"

Ye Shaoyang put the pixiu seal into Wu Yao's hand, and asked her to back off, facing the evil spirit, and threw out eight five emperor coins in the air to form the eight door golden lock seals, surrounded the evil spirit, and sealed it up.

"Heh..." The evil spirit spat out evil energy, shook his whole body, broke the seal, and turned his body into a cloud of black smoke, surrounding Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang had already drawn out the soul-hunting rope, shaking in the air, protecting his whole body, continuously hitting out the magic talisman with his left hand, forming seven seals in one breath, immobilizing the black energy, and instantly returned to his strange real body, shaking his head and tail, trying to break out of the blockade.

"Are you a guardian too?"

Ye Shaoyang locked it firmly, and said tentatively, "It's easy for me to kill you, but I see that you don't have hostility, nor are you an evil spirit, so give you a chance. I'm not here to rob a tomb, but to find a corpse. Let things go. If you don't make trouble, I will let you go. "

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