Jiajing Spiritual Records

"Ning Huan, wake up." It was night, and Su Xian shook Ning Huan who had fallen asleep on the table. "What's wrong?" Ning Huan rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head.

"Yang Qi and the others carried the black coffin out." Su Xian frowned and said softly.

"Black coffin?" Ning Huan raised his head and repeated slowly.He lowered his head slightly and shook his head vigorously, just now he woke up from the hazy drowsiness, "Then...are we going to follow?" Ning Huan asked in a low voice.

Suxian gave a "hmm", and his eyes fell on Ning Huan, seeing him shaking his head in a trance, he said amusedly: "Don't shake your head anymore, the water will pour out if you shake your head again."

Ning Huan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and stopped his movements obediently.He blinked his dark eyes, and looked at Su Xian confusedly, "Why is there water in his brain?" Su Xian raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and remained silent.Ning Huan tilted his head and frowned slightly, his eyes became clearer and brighter under the candlelight.After a while, he raised his head and replied angrily, "You're just out of your mind! I..."

"Okay, okay, I got it, the Ning family is still counting on Young Master Ning, a smart brain, to raise people in high school, the lintel of Guangzong—" Suxian interrupted Ning Huan's next words, and responded perfunctorily with a drawn-out tone, "Don't dawdle, hurry up, there will be no one else in a while!" Saying this, Su Xian patted Ning Huan's hairy head urgently, and walked around.

Ning Huan snorted softly, and followed Su Xian, he didn't care about Su Xian before the business, but his mother said, his brain is really smart!

Su Xian picked up the white candle placed on the table, and the light in the room dimmed a little.The cold moonlight was pouring in through the window lattice, and countless black speckled shadows wandered on the wall, and the window paper was blown by the cold wind to make a slight rustling sound. "Squeak", the door hinge let out a dull panting, and Suxian opened the door.Outside the house was a dark corridor, under the faint candlelight, there was a waiter-like puppet standing every ten steps in the long corridor.The pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of white powder, and the bright red lips were wide open. The moment the candlelight came, the expressions on the face were all wrinkled together.The puppets moved their heads stiffly and slowly, staring blankly at the two standing outside the door.

Ning Huan shrank behind Su Xian tremblingly: "This...these things..."

"Leave them alone." Suxian glanced at the puppets on the corridor indifferently, and replied softly, "Let's go."

The sickle-like crescent moon is hanging in the sky, and the scorching moonlight is strangely bright.Inside Yang's house, a group of people in plain clothes were carrying a black coffin out of the gate. Through the moonlight, Ning Huan saw clearly that the leader was Yang Qi.

"What exactly are they trying to do?" Ning Huan asked suspiciously.

Su Xian shook his head: "Follow up and talk."

The two followed the Yang family out of the Yang residence. The night wind was very strong, and a bluish-white mist filled the surroundings, and the outlines of the surrounding houses could no longer be seen clearly.The bluestone slabs under the feet gradually turned into sticky black soil, and there was a "creaking" sound when stepped on. The slope gradually became steeper, and the road became more and more difficult to walk.There are dots of light in the distance, like a flat wilderness.The people carrying the black coffin finally stopped, and Su Xian dragged Ning Huan to hide behind a nearby plant.

The black coffin fell to the ground with a "bang", and the light came from the white candles burning around it.Ning Huan wrinkled his nose, the strong burnt smell was exactly what Su Xian said was the smell of corpse oil lamps.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—" Yang Qi's hoarse voice sounded in the distance, echoing in the bleak cold wind.

The sky seemed to have been cut with a scratch, and the moonlight overturned it.Ning Huan held his breath and looked at the scene in front of him. At this moment, there was a loud noise inside the black coffin, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" It seemed that something was about to burst out of the coffin.The expressions of the people around changed instantly, and they looked at Yang Qi eagerly: "Master Yang, this is—"

Yang Qi's face was blue and gray, and cold sweat continued to fall from his forehead. He glanced at the crowd and said with a sullen face, "Don't panic, you all bury the black coffin first."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The knocking sound continued, and the force seemed to smash the coffin lid.Several people hesitated and refused to come forward.

"What are you still doing in a daze!" Seeing this, Yang Qi roared angrily, "What have you guys never seen before, and now you're afraid of this?" Several people were urged to walk forward reluctantly.The four corners of the black coffin were lifted and fell into a square pit that had already been dug. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—" the black soil fell one by one, and under the moonlight it was like a mime performed by puppets.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—" As the last handful of black soil fell, the coffin was tightly covered, and the dull and dull sounds were gradually buried under the black soil...

"Master Yang, this... should be all right this way?" one of them asked worriedly.

"Everything is done according to the orders of the elder brother." His eyes looked at the land where the black coffin was buried, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he sighed, "I wish, but I hope that thing won't be found." Afterwards, Yang Qi left with the Yang family.

Not long after those people left, Su Xian and Ning Huan came out from behind the plants. "The coffin rang just now, did you hear it?" Ning Huan frowned uneasily.Su Xian nodded, and he looked back at Ning Huan: "You stay here, I'll go over and have a look."

Under the pale moonlight, the lush trees were like ghosts lurking behind him. When the cold wind blew, Ning Huan couldn't help shivering. He looked around and saw that Su Xian had come to the front , hurriedly chased after him: "I, I'd better go with Mr. Su." Ning Huan rolled up his sleeves, shrank behind Su Xian, and looked around cautiously, "Then...then if there is anything, I will I can still take care of you."

"Take care of me?" Su Xian raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he heard the words, a playful look flashed across his eyes, and he asked with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Master Ning, are you taking care of me, or are you staying here alone?" Where are you afraid?"

"Almost, almost—" Ning Huan smiled obsequiously, and responded with a haha.

The moon moved up a little.Su Xian and Ning Huan gradually approached the deep pit where the black coffin was buried just now, and the junction between the new earth and the old earth is clearly visible.

"What do you think is in there?" Ning Huan whispered.

Su Xian shook his head, he glanced back at Ning Huan, and replied casually: "You'll know if you dig him out."

Ning Huan was startled, and unconsciously took two steps back.Su Xian looked back at Ning Huan who had retreated a few steps away, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Just now—didn't Mr. Ning agree to take care of each other?"

Ning Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked around with a guilty conscience: "I... I will help Master Su watch the wind!"

"Heh." Su Xian let out a cold snort in disdain, squatted down, and dug out the new soil buried under his feet with the tools he found around.

"Speaking of which, the arrangement of these corpse oil lamps is really strange." Su Xian said suddenly, looking at the burning white candles around him.

"What's wrong?" Ning Huan asked puzzled.

"Looking at the position of these corpse oil lamps, it is clearly the formation of the eight trigrams formation." Suxian said with great interest, "It's not like preventing the things in the coffin from getting out." He paused slightly, and then continued Said, "It seems to be guarding against something from outside. But who is the Yang family trying to guard against?" As he said, Su Xian twisted the broken soil on his hand, sniffed it carefully with the tip of his nose, and then wrinkled in disgust. Frowning: "But the soil soaked in the blood of the black dog should be to guard against the things inside."

The soil underneath gradually became thinner, and a corner of the black coffin's face was exposed. "Do you really want to open the coffin?" Ning Huan stood on it and looked at Su Xian, "Otherwise, you go up first." Ning Huan said hesitantly, if something really came out of this small, square world , Suxian is not easy to deal with alone.

"Hush." ​​Su Xian signaled Ning Huan to silence, and the black coffin, which was originally dead, made a "dong dong" sound again.It wasn't violent, it was more like someone knocked lightly on the door through a layer of wood. Compared with the loud sound just now, it made Ning Huan panic even more.Su Xian's eyes fell on the lines on the black coffin, the expression on his face was startled, and suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong?" Ning Huan lay on his head, not daring to show his anger.

"This..." Su Xian frowned slightly, "The pattern on it is the Dao pattern of Sanqing Mountain." Su Xian replied, without raising his head, his eyes were locked on the black coffin underneath, as if talking to himself He continued in a nonchalant manner, "But how could the runes of Sanqing Mountain appear here?" He was silent for a moment, then took out a short knife from his side, and directly pried open the iron nails on the coffin.

The 64 soul-suppressing nails fell to the ground one by one, and without their confinement, the movement inside the black coffin became more and more resounding.When the last iron nail fell to the ground, Su Xian retreated to the other side of the corner.The sound stopped suddenly, and in the silent night, there was a "creak" sound slowly from the deep pit, and the coffin lid was moved from inside a crack, and a ghostly face protruded from the gap, with pupils There was a cloudy light yellow in it, and his pale face was wrinkled as if soaked in water for a long time, like an old wall with pits and holes. His neck was extremely long, and he stared at Su Xian with cold eyes.

The grimace opened the lid of the coffin and was about to come out, Suxian frowned and let out a "tsk", raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, the cold wind brought a cold light, the grimace protruding from the black coffin was cut off with its neck Suddenly, the black blood splashed all over the ground, rolling down to Su Xian's feet.It had a ferocious face, two huge fangs were exposed in its mouth, and its unusually long neck was like a swimming tail, coming towards Su Xian.The part that was still in the coffin also began to struggle violently, and the knife in Su Xian's hand pierced directly into the gaping mouth of the grimace, firmly fixing it in the black soil under his feet.He turned over and jumped onto the coffin lid, leaning over and stepping on the coffin face to prevent the contents from coming out.

Seeing this, Ning Huan also jumped down, helping Su Xian to suppress the movement in the black coffin.He caught a glimpse of the grimace in the corner, and cursed: "What the hell is that?" Su Xian didn't respond, he took out a yellow talisman from his cuff, pinched the talisman, and stuck it directly on the coffin.The struggle inside the black coffin became more and more intense, and after a while, it finally calmed down.A disgusting stench gradually filled the air, and dark red blood slowly dripped from the gap in the black coffin.

"It's over?" Su Xian nodded, Ning Huan heaved a sigh of relief, and jumped off the coffin.

Su Xian pried open the body of the coffin with a short knife, and under the bleak moonlight, there was a black snake that had lost its head lying inside.

"Snake!" Ning Huan's eyes widened slightly, his eyes repeatedly wandering between the ghost's face and the snake's body.

Su Xian didn't make a sound, he walked over and directly looked at the ghostly face.After a while, Su Xian raised his head suddenly, and said to Ning Huan, "It's Yang Qiong."