Jiajing Spiritual Records

Ning Huan's body was trembling imperceptibly. With a pale face, he slammed the coffin face hard, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull and dull sound echoed in the dead coffin shop.At this moment, he could no longer care that these knocking sounds might attract "Wang Yang" who had left outside, "Is anyone there!" Ning Huan shouted loudly in the darkness.

No one responded, and the surrounding area was still quiet, without the slightest sound being heard.A creepy chill slowly climbed up Ning Huan's spine, would he die here?Ning Huan thought.His body was stiff, his heart was beating violently, and he struggled to die due to suffocation. He would rather be found by "Wang Yang" just now, and die simply.

Ning Huan's breathing gradually became short in the cramped black coffin.The cold, death-like silence spread, and the chaotic breathing resounded in the ears like drums and drums.Ning Huan closed his eyes tightly, feeling that everything in front of him was absurd like a nightmare.

dream?Thoughts flitted through Ning Huan's mind, but he was unable to recall them due to the pain of suffocation.His chest was tight, and his hot breath hit his face.Ning Huan subconsciously scratched the body of the coffin with his fingernails, "Hiss———" The blood slowly dripped down his fingertips, and the gap between his fingers was full of coffin debris.

Ning Huan stared blankly at the top of his head with slack eyes, and suddenly recalled a strange case he had heard about a few years ago.

"Today let's talk about a strange case that happened in Nancun." There was a crisp sound of clappers on the stage, and the storyteller said happily, "I heard that there was a widower in Nancun. Kneeling in front of the government yamen with a blood letter to complain for his mother, saying that his father poisoned his mother to death. His father complained and scolded his daughter, saying that his wife had died of illness more than ten years ago. This incident caused an uproar at the time. So the government The master directly ordered someone to open the coffin for an autopsy. The corpse decades ago had already decayed to the point where only a bone remained, and there were very few traces left, but only the inside of the wooden coffin was full of potholes. Scratch."

Ning Huan's mind was wandering aimlessly, and he suddenly thought that if Su Xian found his body, he would definitely not die so ugly.Ning Huan tightly clenched his sleeves, and slowly curled up, his eyes were closed, his face was hot and red from suffocation, but his lips were pale and frightening.

Su Xian, I'm about to die.If you don't come, you will really be a widower.Ning Huan thought slightly choked up.

When that cold hand touched his wrist, Ning Huan's chaotic brain didn't even have time to react.By the time he was overwhelmed, the hand was already firmly restraining him like an iron claw.He couldn't break free, so he could only let the ghost hand lead him to another place in the black coffin.

Ning Huan was startled when his fingertips touched a raised tab, this... what is this?The cold temperature touching the wrist suddenly disappeared, and for a moment it seemed that everything was just an illusion created out of thin air by Ning Huan due to suffocation.This pull ring... Ning Huan's eyes flashed a hint of confusion, his fingertips were still resting on the raised ring, and he frowned slightly for a long while, "Gah--" He bit his lip , Resolutely stretched out his hand and pressed it down.

There was a muffled sound from under him, as if a hole had been cracked under the coffin.Could it be that... there is an exit down here?Ning Huan's eyes widened in astonishment, and his hands clenched tightly in the surprise of being reborn after the catastrophe.However, Ning Huan's eyes darkened with that cold hand just now, he couldn't wait for him to think carefully, and he had already groped for the exit in the dark.

The narrow exit was set at the position of Ning Huan's ankle, as hidden as the raised ring.Ning Huan hesitated for a long while, moved his body, and got out along the exit with difficulty.

The air was getting richer, although there was still a musty smell that was hard to ignore.Ning Huan wrinkled his nose, and continued to walk forward in the dark along the secret passage at the entrance with a short body.After a dozen or so steps, the secret passage came to an end, and Ning Huan seemed to be in a closed space again.Surrounded by icy stone walls, Ning Huan touched the wall and slowly squatted down. He gasped for a moment, and with trembling hands, he took out a torch from his pocket and lit it.

Although the light from Huozhezi is very dim, you can still vaguely see all the furnishings in this simple stone room.A mural in the middle quickly caught Ning Huan's attention, it almost occupied the size of a stone wall.The people in the mural are surrounded by a dead giant snake, the sky is dyed a bloody red, and there is an ominous blood in it, and the faces of all people who are slightly upturned are covered with a gloomy look. Black, revealing the color of fear.What did they see?Ning Huan frowned and thought, the dead giant snake was entangled underneath, the huge snake's head touched the tail of the snake, for some reason, Ning Huan always felt like he had seen this scene somewhere before.

What exactly is this place?Ning Huan staggered and took a step back, he staggered abruptly, as if something behind him blocked his steps.After he managed to stabilize his figure, he hurriedly looked back.And when he saw the thing that was stumbling him, he suddenly suffocated.Behind him was a white bone leaning on the position facing him, but the color of the bone was concealed by the ashes of the stone wall, so Ning Huan hadn't noticed it when he came in.

Some people died here, Ning Huan swallowed with difficulty, some people still failed to get out and died here...

A cold hand covered his forehead, and after a long time, Ning Huan slowly regained his composure, never expecting another dead end.Ning Huan stared at the bone, the scene was not as scary as imagined.They are all poor people trapped here, Ning Huan thought, he was silent for a moment, his figure paused, and he leaned towards the bone in the stone room.

Ning Huan lowered his eyes and unconsciously let out a long sigh.Looking at the remaining clothing on the body of the bone, it should be a young woman when she was alive.The flesh has turned into dry bones, but the hand hanging on one side is still holding something tightly.Ning Huan squatted down, and carefully pulled out the thing from the bones. It was an exquisite plain brocade bag with the word "Wanniang" embroidered on the surface with thin golden thread.

Is this girl's boudoir name?Ning Huan frowned slightly, and whispered the word Wanniang, why is Wanniang so familiar?The light of Huozhezi flickered on and off in the stone room filled with lifeless energy, and Ning Huan's slender eyelashes trembled.Why did she die here? Could it be that this is a dead end.There seemed to be a booklet beside the bones, Ning Huan squatted down, and curiously flipped through the yellowed paper.

"In November of the seventh year of Jiajing, there was a heavy snowfall for three days. Su Jinxin, the official of Jinyiwei, visited me and asked me about She Renzhen and my father. I lived in the West Lake for several years, and I didn't want to recall the past. , and did many other useless things to escape, and after categorically rejecting this person, I never thought that those things would still find me. Seven years of reincarnation, I still can't escape."

"In December of the seventh year of Jiajing, I went to the capital to look for Su Jinxin. I hope that everything will end here. Before I set off, the blind man made a divination for me, saying that this is a big disaster, and there will be no return. Zhao. I thought about it all night, but I still decided to go to Sheren Town, the tomb where my father was buried, and the place that haunted me like a ghost all my life."

"During the conversation with Su Jinxin, I also discovered many interesting things. The purpose of this person's trip to Sheren Town seems to be hidden. Yang Qiong from the puppet family is actually among them. Among the four under King Ning, I only know Wang Rui, a sinister and vicious villain, a pool of muddy water, and nine people along the way, all of whom have different intentions."

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The handwriting on the manuscript gradually became blurred, and the writing tools seemed to become more and more casual. Sometimes there was nothing recorded on the blank paper on the pages of the book, and sometimes there was only a simple sentence.

"On the first night we went to Sheren Town, we lost one person, a man named Liu Zi. It is said that the entrance to Sheren Town is at the end of the woman's village. We followed the woman into the cave."

"Candle Nine Yin..."

The three characters were extremely scribbled, as if they were smeared on the paper with black ink, and with the wear and tear of the years, Ning Huan took a long time to read them before he finally recognized the words on them.

"Zhu Jiuyin?" Ning Huan murmured.

The booklet suddenly became blank, and Ning Huan found traces of the records again after flipping through many pages.But this time there were only a few lines, and the writing became more and more obscure.

"I seem to forget a lot of things."

"Those monsters..."

"That thing is among us."

"I remember."

At the end of the thin booklet, a few scattered words appeared. Ning Huan thought about it carefully for a moment, and probably said that this place not only has those monsters with human faces and snake bodies, but also the wraiths trapped here. .

"Be careful with them." The four big characters written in blood have been turned into thick black by the years. After reading the four characters, Ning Huan felt a gloomy gaze fixed on his back, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.