Nightmare Apostle

It was useless to argue, and besides, this was on someone else's territory. Nalan Shuo used his eyes to persuade Chang Chuchu, who was still unconvinced, and then handed over to Manager Wu, "Since we are exorcising evil spirits for our ancestors, please make arrangements. We need Meet the ancestors."

"I will make arrangements, but I want to remind you that our ancestor is ill, so please remember to be careful." Manager Wu said with a cold face.

"That's natural." Nalan Shuo took a step forward and inadvertently blocked Steward Wu's sight. "The longevity hall is blessed with good fortune. Can I take a look at it, Steward, so that I can see if I can find some clues to explore this evil spirit?" "

"That's fine." Manager Wu nodded, turned and walked towards the other side.

Nalan Shuo turned around, looked at the rest of the people, and said in a high-pitched voice: "A few of you will come with me, and the rest will quickly pick up the body. The master has come to us to do something, not to let us live in peace and happiness." Yes, move quickly, don’t miss the master’s blessing.”

The moment his eyes crossed with Nalan Shuo's, Yang Xiao understood what the director meant, and immediately stepped forward, pretending to help, and handled the body with Xiang Fengchen. Zhang Songde, Lou Huiyang and others were also transparent people. He immediately walked up and gathered around Manager Wu, using their bodies to protect Xiang Fengchen.

Looking at the corpse at close range, Yang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little numb. The corpse was in pieces and the wounds on the body were very strange. It didn't look like he was killed by a weapon, but like he was bitten alive by some kind of animal. Because of the violent struggle before death, The wound showed horrific tear marks, and among the broken flesh and blood, the dark white bones inside could be seen.

Through the analysis of traces at the scene, Yang Xiao judged that the second-class maid named Qingzui was suddenly attacked while walking alone at night. The entire attack should have lasted for a while. The poor maid was pushed forward by the thing while struggling. Dragging, leaving bloodstains and minced meat on the ground.

Seeing that Manager Wu and Nalan Shuo had gone far away, Xiang Fengchen became more and more bold in his actions. He took out the fragments of the bronze mirror hidden in his arms and used the reflection of the bronze mirror to carefully inspect the house. Yang Xiao was half Squatting in front of the bloody corpse, he stared down at a piece of minced meat at his feet, with a piece of cartilage attached to it.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something. He picked up the minced meat with his hands, and finally pulled out a tooth from the broken cartilage.

It was a human tooth, with the tooth surface turning yellow and the roots rotting and turning black. This was definitely not a living person. Yang Xiao's first reaction was that it was a rotting corpse.

"No..." Xiang Fengchen, who was inspecting the body at the side, put down the broken lens in his hand, and a strange look appeared on his face.

"It's not what?" Chang Chuchu asked.

"It wasn't Xie Chong who did it."

Just this sentence caused the scene to explode. Chang Chuchu frowned suddenly, and his expression suddenly changed. "It's not evil, what is it?"

Yang Xiao opened his palms and exposed the rotten tooth, "It was found on the house, stuck in a piece of cartilage.

Xiang Fengchen picked up the tooth, pinched the black root of the tooth with his fingertips, and the root was broken. The next second, Xiang Fengchen took a deep breath, turned to look at the corpse, and said hastily in a commanding tone: "Continue. Look for, look for tooth marks, look for on the bones.”

"Looking for...what are you looking for?" Fang Zhou was in a daze because of the corpse in front of him, and did not hear Xiang Fengchen's words clearly.

"The tooth mark is the tooth mark." Yang Xiao turned to look at him, and he probably had a guess in his mind, "You are not needed here, just keep an eye on the area, and someone will tell us."

"Okay." Fang Zhou was very obedient.

In a short time, Yang Xiao and the others inspected the body. Their hard work paid off and they found a row of tooth marks on a broken leg bone.

"Living corpse?" Yang Xiao took a deep breath.

Putting away his teeth, Xiang Fengchen nodded slightly to Yang Xiao, his face was surprisingly ugly, and he whispered: "It's almost the same. I didn't expect such a ghost to be hidden in the village."

"Then the ancestor is a living corpse?" Chang Chuchu couldn't help but take a breath. The scenes in the longevity hall last night flashed through her mind, sending shivers down her spine.

"They are back." At this moment, Ark's alarm sounded, and the three of them immediately pretended to restrain their bodies.

But as Nalan Shuo opened his mouth, he brought back bad news, "Manager Wu said, let us go over there right away to pay our respects to our ancestors."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now." Nalan Shuo nodded.

Following Nalan Shuo and his entourage back, there were two powerful guards with beards and copper bell eyes, who were not good-looking.

"Everyone, just leave this to the servants. You can go over there now and don't keep our ancestors waiting." One of the guards said with a loud voice.

Helpless, everyone had no choice but to be escorted by two nurses one after another to the back door of the courtyard, walking all the way, and finally stopped at an attic next to the water. At this time, outside the attic, there was a silent expression on their faces. Manager Wu has been waiting for a long time.

"The ancestor is upstairs, please be gentle and don't disturb his peaceful dream. People talk too much.

Just 3 people can go up. Which of you can go up? "Guanshi Wu glanced at everyone, and his duck-like voice was extremely harsh.

According to the rules, there should be one representative per room, but Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo, who have the largest number and the most experience here, take up two places, but they have already suspected that the ancestor is a living corpse. Chang Chuchu secretly gave Jiang Qingluan a look, but neither of them took the initiative to speak, and Zhang Songde and Lou Yanghui were not fools. When there was no one, they did not come forward, and the scene was deadlocked for a while.

"I'll go." At this moment, Yang Xiao stood up. With the director and Xiang Fengchen, who claimed to protect him, by his side, he was probably three times safer than being with these people outside. Besides, he was also I want to know what this ancestor is.

Living corpses are different from zombies and dead ones. Living corpses have their own thoughts and look like ordinary people at all times. It is precisely this disguise that makes it more difficult to deal with than other evil creatures. According to legend, in ancient times , as long as a living corpse is found in a village, the whole village will be slaughtered, and a town will be slaughtered if a living corpse is found. They would rather kill by mistake than let go.

Fortunately, the number of living corpses is very small, and it is extremely difficult to form without certain luck and chance, so it did not cause a big mess.

"Just the three of you, follow me closely, the others are waiting outside." After that, Manager Wu opened the door and the room was very dark, with only one candle. As the door was pushed open, a gust of wind blew and the candle flame swayed. , almost extinguished.

After Yang Xiao and three others entered the door, Manager Wu who was guarding the door followed, closed the door and bolted it.

"Go upstairs." Manager Wu whispered, "The stairs are at the back."

Xiang Fengchen took the first position, Nalan Shuo originally wanted Yang Xiao to take the second place, and he stayed at the last of the three.

Keeping an eye on Manager Wu who was following them, Yang Xiao calmly pushed him behind Xiang Fengchen, and he walked at the end of the three of them.

Soon, they found the stairs in the darkness. The structure here was very similar to the attic where they had just entered the manor to bathe. The only difference was the scale. The bathing attic was much larger than this one.

The stairs were old, and they made a creaking sound when they stepped on them. Bracing their heads, the three of them finally reached the second floor. As soon as they climbed the stairs, they saw a flash of light, and a longevity candle with a copper plate underneath was placed in the room. Southeast corner,

Emitting faint candlelight.

The room was filled with all kinds of precious calligraphy, paintings and treasures. Even in such a dark environment, it was dazzling. At this moment, Yang Xiao discovered that there were no windows in the attic at all. The few windows seen from outside the attic The windows are all fake.

There is a wooden bed placed in the deepest part of the room, just like the wooden bed I saw in the longevity hall last night. The bed is hung with thick plain curtains. Through the faint candlelight, you can vaguely see the person lying inside. There was a man with a misshapen head and a purple, swollen palm half protruding from the curtain. The whole man had a strange posture and was motionless.

Seeing this scene suddenly made Yang Xiao somewhat overwhelmed, and at this moment, Manager Wu had cut off their escape route.

"Three of you, please come closer and say hello to our ancestors. One more person will come out and ask for our ancestors' pulse. To ward off evil spirits tonight, you need to know your enemies and your friends." Manager Wu's slightly cold voice came from behind.

Looking at the candle in the southeast corner, the uneasiness in Yang Xiao's heart became more and more concrete. At this moment, he finally thought of what it looked like, like a tomb. It is said that old-school tomb robbers would habitually light candles in the southeast corner after entering the tomb. A candle.

There is a saying in this industry that no gold will be touched until the rooster crows and the light is extinguished. That is to say, no matter how good the treasure is found, as long as it is dawn, or the candle goes out for no reason while working, the treasure must be put back as it is, and then buried in the grave. The owner bowed his head respectfully three times and then retreated along the same route, otherwise he would offend the ghost of the owner of the tomb and get into trouble.

This point seems to have certain scientific truth to people today. Tomb robbers can judge the oxygen concentration in the tomb through the burning state of candles. In ancient times, the residences and cemeteries of dignitaries paid attention to Yin and Yang Feng Shui, and the southeast corner was the luck The door to the cemetery is always located in the southeast where circulation is strongest, but on this floor, there is not even a window.

Under the coercion of Manager Wu, the three of them spread out slightly in a triangular formation and approached the bedridden ancestor. Only when they got closer did Yang Xiao realize that he had seen it wrong before. The ancestor's exposed hands were not purple. Puffy, but wearing a purple glove.

The gloves are the kind with four fingers joined together. They are very thick and are usually only worn in the extremely cold north. If I remember correctly, they are called hand gloves.

Under the leadership of Xiang Fengchen, the three of them knelt down and kowtowed to their ancestor. Of course, their movements were slow and gentle, for fear of waking up their "sleeping" ancestor.

The plain curtains were very thick, and there was not much light. Yang Xiao could barely see the outline of his ancestor. The whole person was wrapped in the quilt. The deformed big head was also caused by wearing a mask. Now that he was closer, he could also I could see clearly that the ancestor's mask had two horns sticking out diagonally, like antlers, but it felt different. I didn't know what kind of material the mask was made of. There was even a little phosphorescence in such a dark place. It's mysterious.

"Ancestor, this junior is taking the liberty of taking your pulse." As he put down his hand, Xiang Fengchen swung back. Yang Xiao understood that this was to prepare him and Nalan Shuo to coordinate his retreat in the event of an accident. .

He would not give up on Xiang Fengchen unless he had to. This guy was a master of Feng Shui and was very useful in tasks with this ancient background.

However, the ancestor who was slow did not react at all. He didn't know whether he was dead or asleep. Xiang Fengchen came closer and knelt down, but he was actually holding on with his toes instead of kneeling firmly. Although it was more laborious, once he was attacked,

It is convenient to retreat immediately.

Yang Xiao held his breath and saw Xiang Fengchen slowly stretched out his hand and gently put two fingers behind the purple hand, presumably to test the pulse.

A few seconds later, Xiang Fengchen seemed to have discovered something and tilted his head slightly towards Yang Xiao. Yang Xiao and Nalan Shuo immediately understood and quietly moved closer to block Xiang Fengchen's movements with their bodies. The next second,

Xiang Fengchen was very bold. When he took his hand back, he gently pressed on the hand muffler, which surprised Yang Xiao. The hand muffler was directly pressed down, and there were no fingers in the hand muffler!

The ancestor's fingers were chopped off!

After paying tribute to the ancestor, Xiang Fengchen slowly stepped back and went downstairs with Wu Guanshi, Yang Xiao and Nalan Shuo. When the door opened, they saw that the three people were safe and sound, and everyone was relieved. Yang Xiao and the others didn't care, but if Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo were both dead, the mission could be declared over.

Guanshi Wu didn't embarrass them anymore. After leaving the attic, he saw several servants waiting not far away and asked them to take them back to rest and prepare for tonight's exorcism.

When they returned to their residence, lunch boxes were already placed on the table. A group of people gathered in the largest room in the middle, which was the room of the three women. In the hallway, just as Xiang Fengchen said last night, a chair was placed upside down on the table, with its four corners facing the sky and its back facing the door.

"Mr. Xiang, what's going on?" Zhang Songde was impatient and couldn't help asking.

"Is it really a zombie?" Chang Chuchu asked.

"No, it's a person." Xiang Fengchen's eyes were full of doubts, and he sat there muttering to himself, "How could this be?"

"Why did his fingers disappear?" Yang Xiao asked in a low voice. He was close at the time and saw it clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Xiang Fengchen raised his head and looked at everyone with complicated eyes, "This ancestor is not right. He is also a Feng Shui master, and a very outstanding one."

"Feng Shui master?" Jiang Qingluan's calm face was disturbed, "How do you know?"

According to the three people's narration, Xiang Fengchen just took the pulse of the ancestor of Fushou Village. It is a bit strange that he can tell his profession by taking the pulse.

Hearing this, Xiang Fengchen raised his left hand, and as his sleeves fell, his wrist was exposed. On his wrist,

there was a very strange, arc-shaped callus. Yang Xiao touched it unceremoniously. It was hard and thick.

"That person has a thick callus here, just like me. This is a characteristic of the Feng Shui lineage. We need to frequently move the horoscope, and this will be scratched by the edge of the horoscope. Over the years, a callus will be left. People in the industry also call it the Lonely Moon Evil."

"This person's Taoism is unfathomable. He broke three fingers. He was not injured, but cut them off by himself.

There is a rule in the Feng Shui lineage that natural disasters can be avoided, but man-made disasters must be overcome. The implication is that once a natural disaster is calculated, you can intervene or not, depending on the Feng Shui master's own preferences. After all, this is against the will of heaven and will be punished. In order to continue the incense, it is not forced, but if a man-made disaster is calculated, it must be intervened, otherwise it will be sorry for the reward from the ancestors. This meal will also ruin one's own Taoism. "

"And this man-made disaster is not easy to break, usually accompanied by great risks. In order to seek the blessing of the ancestors, the predecessors with Taoism will choose to cut off a finger and leave it in the sect, or in their own Feng Shui plate, taking the meaning of "destiny" to seek a "first opportunity" for this trip. Generally speaking, this kind of man-made disaster is enough for ordinary Feng Shui people to encounter once. After all, life and death are unpredictable, and it is a great disaster. But that ancestor broke three fingers, which means that he used his fate to intervene in three man-made disasters. Such means are not an exaggeration to say that they are all-powerful. "

"What man-made disasters do you mean?" Yang Xiao suddenly asked.

"Rampant soldiers slaughtered the city, plagues were rampant, hunger for thousands of miles, or demons and evil spirits were born, and dynasties changed... "Xiang Fengchen looked deep, "Every one of them is a huge disaster. "