Museum of Demons

On the quiet mountain, the mist that lingered for a long time, and the people wearing ancient costumes in the mist, everything looked a little weird. The three policemen directly pulled out their guns, their faces were full of vigilance, and Xuan Yi also clamped a talisman on his finger. between.

A burst of hearty laughter broke this vigilance and fear.

You guys are talking to my brother, the policeman in the city, yes, I am called the police officer now, haha, I am the village official of this village, I called my brother yesterday, we all went to the police station early Several distinguished guests are waiting on this mountain road.

A fifty-year-old man wearing Ming Dynasty costumes, wearing leather shoes and a watch on his wrist came out.

Xuan Yi took back the talisman and sword, and said expressionlessly, He's from Dazhen Village.

Several policemen trusted the chief of the special operations team, and then slowly put back their firearms, but there was still a trace of vigilance and curiosity in their eyes, Xuan Yi and the others walked back with the villagers of Dazhen Village, That villager is very good at talking, but Xuan Yi rarely shows any expression when he sees other villagers.

The expression on his face is not so much simple and honest as it is numb.

Dazhen Village, because of the inconvenient transportation, is barely connected to electricity in this era. The villagers still fetch water to eat, and still learn ancient Chinese. Because there are many mosquitoes on this mountain, they simply wear the thick clothes of the Ming Dynasty. .

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The four people who came up the mountain this time have their own responsibilities.

Two of them were in charge of surveying terrain and topography, and the other was an artillery specialist.

From this mountain, the sudden appearance of the mountain range can be seen relatively clearly with a high-magnification telescope, and it is easier to determine the parameters of the firearm. Xuanyi is a disciple of the Weiming Sect, and he came here to survey the trend of Feng Shui to determine the parameters of the firearm on the other side. The place where the evil spirit gathers on the mountain.

At that time, concentrate the attack with powerful firearms.

In the face of monsters such as ghosts, it is difficult for ordinary firearms, kinetic energy penetrating weapons, to play a role, and it is difficult for ordinary people to lock the target in the face of monsters, but directly blasting in a large area, open flames, even ghosts and demon kings, have to get rid of it for a while. Layer the skin down.

The survey took about two hours to complete.

The message was directly transmitted back through the portable device, and originally planned to go down the mountain directly, but the villagers of Dazhen Village were extremely enthusiastic and invited the four of them to have a meal before going down. Xuan Yi pondered for a while, and agreed to come down. It takes three hours by car, and there are not many things.

They are all mountain side dishes, the meat is domestic pork and chicken, the taste is strong, it is not bad.

The villager on the table was persuading him to drink. Xuan Yi avoided the persuasion with the excuse of cultivating taboos, and it was not suitable to drink. The others also said that they would drive later. During the conversation, Xuan Yi noticed a woman serving the wine and food on the table. , and then left with a little strenuous footwork.

Xuan Yi, who was always expressionless, frowned slightly, and said:

The eldest sister seems to have just given birth, why should she do the work?

The atmosphere on the table froze for a moment.

Someone seemed to mutter something, but no one with a handle was born anyway.

Xuan Yi raised his sword eyebrows, and anger emerged from the corners of his eyes, and the villager hurriedly smoothed things over, first cursing the person who spoke, and then smiling at Xuan Yi:

Don't be offended by the Taoist chief about everything in the village. In this era, boys and girls are all the same. It's the same in our village. When there are foreigners, women don't go to the table. , if the Taoist leader insists on letting her come to the table, the old man will go and call him.

This sentence buried a soft nail.

If Xuan Yi forced the woman to come, there might be gossip after they left.

The young man who has practiced in the temple since he was young looked a bit ugly, but he didn't know how to refute, he could only say no need in a deep voice, feeling quite displeased in his heart, this not-so-rich banquet just ended hastily, Xuan Yi The four immediately got up and prepared to leave, most of the villagers also felt embarrassed, surrounded by one side, the villager still had a hearty smile on his face, and sent Xuan Yi and the others out.

When Xuan Yi came back to his senses, he saw that woman was also not far away, and seemed to want to see him off as well.

It's just that before he could get close, he was pulled away by another man.

Xuan Yi frowned, Murong Zheng stopped him, and explained with a smile: Oh, the matter of the young couple, because they failed to give birth to a son, they are quarreling. Don't worry, Taoist priest, I will definitely solve them in the future. Husband and wife, make up at the end of the bed.

It is indeed a husband and wife's housework. I am an outsider, or an outsider, so I don't want to intervene indiscriminately.

Xuan Yi became more and more displeased, but he had no choice but to leave.

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That night.

Dazhen Village.

A short, thin man took a leather whip and beat the kneeling woman in front of him severely.

Beat and scold at the same time.

The scolding is just that I can't have a son. What's the use of buying you back then, I wasted so much money, and I scolded the last time I dared to stretch out my hand to scratch that brother's daughter, which made me worried for several months. Haosheng calls you sister-in-law, are you so reluctant? !

And on this note, what does it mean to save you?!

Are you courting death?!

Another few whips.

Tired of beating, I sat down to catch my breath.

He has always had conflicts with this bought daughter-in-law.

When he saw this daughter-in-law walking towards those policemen today, he found something was wrong, pulled it back and saw that she was holding a note tightly in her hand, with the words help me written crookedly on it, and a line of phone numbers, thinking of This made him even more angry.

Yang neck drank a bottle of Erguotou.

With drunkenness, there are more than a dozen whips viciously.

Finally, in front of the woman, he burned the note with the phone number on it.

You have been my mother-in-law all your life!

Run, where can you run to?!

The man was out of breath, drank the wine again, sat on the chair and wanted to rest for a while, and fell asleep without paying attention, opened his eyes, it was already dark outside, he weighed the woman's body with his toes, and told her to hurry up Get up and cook.

But he found that the woman had her eyes open and had died.

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, and together with Muramasa, the man gritted his teeth and threw the woman down the mountain.

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Mom, I can take care of myself by myself.

Oh, don't worry about it...

Wait for me to go back to see you and my dad this year, hang up.

Memories of the past slowly emerged and then dissipated like phantoms.

My name is Dong Yu.

Twenty-three……

I was kidnapped.

Sold to the mountains.

Five thousand yuan.

This may be a college student’s salary after graduation. I didn’t think that it could also represent all the future of a college student, falling in love, getting married, having children, watching children grow up, working by myself, getting promoted, finding dreams, and traveling.

All the dreams disappeared on the creaking wooden bed after an outing with donkey friends.

I am locked.

Big chain.

I managed to flatter, and I was able to run out.

But I walked so far, my feet were blistered, and I couldn't get out of this mountain. I saw a car, and I stopped the car. I was so surprised that I knelt down and begged them to take me out. They agreed, and I got into the car with peace of mind, and fell asleep in a daze.

I woke up that day in pain.

What I saw was a wooden bed that seemed darker and lower, and the man's eyes that were red with anger.

I see……

It takes three hours to go out here, and the people along the way are from this village.

I can't get out.

They say, I belong here, I don't believe it, but I see in the mirror, the rough skin, the wounds from being whipped, this is not me, I don't believe it, but this is me... I feel like, I seem to give up...

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I saw the daughter of the driver that day.

Wearing very fashionable clothes, the earrings are very bright, and the perfume is the one I used to like very much.

She stretched out her hand, the palm was white and tender, just like mine before.

She smiled at me and said hello sister-in-law.

I seem to see the old me...

No, not right.

This is me, this is me!

You stole my old look, stole my look! !

I don't belong here, I don't belong here, that's my face, that's my life!

Give it back, give it back!

I rushed forward, biting that face frantically, the girl was terrified, and all the men and women around me rushed forward to beat me, it hurt, it hurt so much...

The pain in memory and the pain in reality surged up together.

But it was as if there was a layer of mist, it was not clear, the woman fell to the ground, full of unwillingness, and tried to get up, but there was nothing she could do, but she was able to turn her head, and when she turned her head, she saw her own body.

Her heart was cold and hopeless, like ashes.

Ah...it turns out that he is already dead.

It rained at night.

But Ye Yu in the mountains, who had been hurting from scratching his face, didn't even feel it anymore.

An umbrella hit her head.

There was a man under the umbrella, wearing white clothes, the umbrella covered his face, he couldn't see clearly, he just said in a low voice:

Skin and skin, let's talk about skin, it's more than just appearance... The art of witchcraft has been lost, but people's hearts are still the same as before, and they can still deprive people of their 'skin' and give you another 'skin'. It depends on the 'skin' of the world.

skin...

Dong Yu murmured, with a sad face.

Yes, that's right.

The original identity, the life he should have, this is the 'skin'.

I was robbed of my original skin and replaced with another skin...

The man leaned over and smiled, and said a word:

Want revenge?

Retrieve your own true 'skin'.