After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

When at Amei's house, Lu Yingjiu had already seen a faint black mark on Feng Mao's neck.

Just like Ye Deyong in the photo.

In addition, although Feng Mao looked healthy and ruddy, Lu Yingjiu was more careful, and at that time he quietly asked God.

After asking God, the five senses strengthened, and he smelled the smell of blood on Feng Mao's body.

Very light, almost covered with wet rain, but there it is.

He kept his composure at the time, didn't make a sound, and didn't tell Ye Feng right away—he knew that Ye Feng attached great importance to his family. When he saw something wrong with the second grandfather in the photo, he set foot on the road to the village the next day without saying a word. road.

Sometimes care is chaotic, and Lu Yingjiu has not figured out the situation in the village, so Ye Feng and Xiao Li are left to appease everyone, and they come to the village chief's house to see the situation.

The house in front of me was brightly lit, illuminating the rainy night.

It should have been a warm feeling, but now it feels a little more weird.

Lu Yingjiu wanted to knock on the door directly, but she heard the voice of "Squeak - touch!".

It sounded like a door opening and closing.

And it doesn't sound like it's coming from inside the house, it's more like it's coming from outside the house.

Could it be that Feng Mao went out?

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, then walked to the window and looked into the house.

Just half a minute ago, there was a figure swaying by the window, and now the house is still lit, but the living room is completely deserted, empty... except for a baby cradle, with a small pink hand holding a rattle inside, moving up and down. shake.

Child?

Lu Yingjiu thought to himself, leaving such a young child at home, Feng Mao would go out directly, which is also a big heart.

He looked at it silently for a few seconds, and said to Jingxian: "Go in directly, I'll see if the window is locked."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he thought of something again, and quickly grabbed Jing Xian to add: "Let me do it, don't just smash other people's windows."

"Oh." Jing Xian was disappointed.

Lu Yingjiu reached out to pull the window.

Fortunately, Feng Mao didn't lock the windows at all.With a gentle tug, the window opened silently.

He flipped over lightly, and entered the house with the moisture of rain, and was embraced by warm air.Jing Xian followed closely behind him and also came in.

It was very quiet in the house, except for the sound of rattle drums, there was nothing.Lu Yingjiu took a look around and was sure that Feng Mao was really gone.

Since he was not there, he was not in a hurry to chase after him, and just happened to search his house.

Looking around, there are also scratches on several wooden sofas, neither deep nor shallow, very similar to those on Amei's sofa.

Lu Yingjiu touched it with his hand, feeling the unevenness under his hand, thoughtfully.

The child seemed to be aware of the movement, and made a series of babbling noises. He didn't know what he was talking about, and continued to shake the rattle again.Lu Yingjiu didn't approach him, but glanced at him from a distance——

It was just a casual glance.

It turned out that there were scratch marks on the inside of the baby cradle.

...Human nails can't scratch this kind of mark, let alone such a small child.

Lu Yingjiu thought for a while, and said to Jingxian: "I'll go upstairs, you stay downstairs, and search what's in his house."

Jing Xian nodded.

The two of them search things quickly, one uses talisman paper and the other uses Yin Qi. For a while, Feng Mao's curtains, potted plants, and various small decorations... are all automatically in the absence of wind. Influenced, start jumping directly to the snowflake screen.Anyone who went home suddenly would definitely think it was haunted.

Lu Yingjiu put down a book in his hand, thinking to himself that this is indeed a haunted place, and Jingxian has been haunted.

He glanced downstairs.

Just happened to meet Jingxian's eyes.

Jing Xian smiled at him.

Lu Yingjiu looked away awkwardly, and continued to flip through the next book.

The black hairy dumpling came to play with him again, rubbing against his feet, and finally tried to nibble on the potted plant at the end of the corridor, but he grabbed it away.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, Feng Mao's bedroom was locked. Lu Yingjiu used her excellent lockpicking skills, straightened a paper clip, turned it continuously into the keyhole, and pried the door open silently.

——This time, he finally got something.

The wind brought by the talisman swept across the room, and he opened a large book next to the bed, staying on a page in the middle.

Inside is a photo.

In the photo, the sun is shining brightly. Feng Mao and Ye Deyong are standing side by side by the lake in the village.

Feng Mao smiled brightly, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, while Ye Deyong still maintained a neutral expression, showing no emotion.

These two people actually knew each other.

Besides being unexpected, there was one thing in the photo that made Lu Yingjiu feel very strange.

That was Feng Mao's age.

Lu Yingjiu flipped through the photos, but couldn't find the time.

However, Ye Feng said that the nursing home was closed in 02, and Ye Deyong came back one after another in the following year or two, and finally died of lung cancer in 07.

That is to say, this photo was probably taken before 03, and Ye Deyong in the photo looks quite young and energetic. Combined with his appearance, Lu Yingjiu guessed that it should be at least 95 years ago.

Taking a step back, it should have been 07 at the latest, that is, 14 years ago.

Feng Mao's appearance in the photo didn't change at all.

Can a person live for more than ten or twenty years without changing his appearance at all?

Feng Mao looks about 50 to 50 years old in the photo.From the age of 70 to the age of [-], whether it is wrinkles, mental state, gray hair... most people should have changed a lot.

Feng Mao in the photo already has a little gray hair.

Today, more than ten years later, not only the wrinkles and gray hair have not increased significantly, but even the length of the hair has not changed, as if the 20 years have stagnated, and he just walked out of the photo.

Lu Yingjiu took this photo, took a few steps back and went out, and said to Jing Xian downstairs: "Can you find his ID card? Or anything related to age."

"There is one." Jing Xian replied immediately.

With a light hook of his finger, the Yinfeng immediately flew towards a photo frame, and it landed firmly in his hand.

The baby next to him witnessed the whole process, his face was full (⊙⊙).

Then proceed to shake the rattle wildly and giggle, meaning one more!

Lu Yingjiu went downstairs and watched it with him.

A huge birthday cake was photographed in the photo frame. Feng Mao was sitting at the dining table, next to a seven or eight-year-old boy who was cutting the cake.

Next to it, there are words written by a child with a water pen, crooked: [Happy 50th birthday to Grandpa!Longevity! ! 】

The signing time is【2000.1.8】

In other words, Feng Mao should be 71 years old this year.

But the man who appeared in front of them had nothing to do with 70.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the two photos silently, and said, "We haven't seen the backyard of his house yet."

Ten minutes later, they came to the backyard through the back door.

The backyard is overgrown with weeds, and it has not been taken care of properly. It is a mess. There are all kinds of wild flowers and weeds. It looks like a good place to breed mosquitoes.In the mud, a new line of footprints leads deep into the grass.

It seems that Feng Mao left behind.

Lu Yingjiu followed the footprints, and in the knee-high weeds, he saw something unusual.

He put the hair ball down, and the hair ball immediately splashed on the soil and grass, digging away all the mud covering it at once.

The handle and the iron door are exposed from the bottom.

It turned out to be a door leading to the ground!

There was a very complicated pattern engraved on the door, which seemed to be some kind of rune, which even Lu Yingjiu had never seen before.

Just as he was thinking about how to break open, he saw Jing Xian gently put his hand on the door.

Jing Xian's hand has distinct joints and slender fingers, which is full of strength at first glance.A few seconds after putting it on, the sound of "sizzling" came, and the lines on the door started from the middle, disappearing one by one, as if being erased by a strange force.

The surrounding wind gusted, making the rain bitter, and Lu Yingjiu exhaled white air from his mouth.

As long as Jing Xian makes a move, there will be scenes of encountering big ghosts and demons all around.

After all the runes disappeared, Jing Xian pulled the handle again - he was so strong that he opened the door without much effort.

"Squeak—touch!"

A familiar voice came.

The two of them looked at each other, and they both understood. It turned out that this was the sound they heard before they entered the door.

It seems that Feng Mao really went to the basement.

Lu Yingjiu poked his head and looked down. It was pitch black underneath, but there was a circle of spider silk floating at the door, which was white and fluttered in the wind, and was wet by the rain until it fell down.

He took a piece of talisman paper in his hand, lit it and threw it down.

The fire light of this talisman paper is weak, and it will go out quickly by itself. Even if it is thrown in the dry grass, it will not cause a fire. It can be said to be very safe, and it is only for exploring the way.

As the talisman paper fell, the flames illuminated the layers of spider silk, and the whites were all intertwined, crowding the entire passage, and when it fell down, it was like some kind of weird curtain... Just looking at it is amazing His face was itchy, as if he could imagine the touch of spider webs floating on his face, and reminded people of the rustling sound of spiders and their hairy feet.

A spider web of this scale can only be formed by hundreds or thousands of spiders.

And the spider web is full of yin.

Lu Yingjiu frowned, and threw a few more talisman papers down.

This time, the flames melted away the spider silk directly below, together with the yin energy.

Jing Xian jumped down first, then turned around and stretched out his hand.

Time was running out, Lu Yingjiu didn't hesitate or be pretentious this time, she jumped down and was firmly caught by Jingxian's arms.

——He vaguely felt Jing Xian pinch his waist.

But he didn't have any evidence, so he just gave Jing Xian a glare and it was over.

The black hair dumpling followed them both closely.

Lu Yingjiu lit the talisman paper again.

As they got closer in the light of the fire, Lu Yingjiu could clearly see the splendor of the spider web.The road in front of them was about four or five people wide, stretching to an unknown end, and cobwebs spread all over every corner.

Big and small spiders are crawling around, their bodies looming in the white silk.Lu Yingjiu didn't know many types of spiders. After doing some research in the past two days, I saw spiders that didn't build webs, such as tarantulas and white-fronted tall-legged spiders, lying on their webs, which was totally weird.

There is also a strange smell in the air, mixed with the smell of mud and rain, which makes people uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the mud in the passage was simply covered with wooden planks, which were dirty and easy to walk on.

Lu Yingjiu walked forward, and couldn't help but sigh: "This place is like a pansi cave."

Jing Xian didn't answer.

Lu Yingjiu waited for a few seconds before he heard him ask in confusion: "What is Pansi Cave?"

Lu Yingjiu was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that Jing Xian probably had never read the four great classics, so she couldn't help but smiled and told him a brief story about Pansi Cave, how the seven spider spirits kidnapped Tang Seng, in the bath.

Unexpectedly, after Jing Xian finished listening, he nervously came over and put his arms around his waist again.

Lu Yingjiu:?

Lu Yingjiu asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's not because I'm afraid that a female spider spirit will come and snatch you, and drag you to take a bath together." Jing Xian said.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He had a new understanding of Jing Xian's excuse, he broke off the hand on his waist, left it aside, and walked forward first.

Jing Xian followed behind him with a look of regret.

This underground passage has no end, the further you go, the darker the surrounding area becomes, and the more rampant the spiders appear.

The spiders I saw earlier were still very afraid of people. After walking for 10 minutes, some spiders dared to approach the two of them, and they seemed to want to bite.

These spiders were not a threat. Lu Yingjiu used the light of the talisman paper to drive them back easily.

After walking another distance, he found that he didn't seem to hear Mao Tuanzi's footsteps, nor did he hear Jing Xian's speech for a long time.

He turned back.

This time he almost suffocated——

Jing Xian is actually holding a ball of hair in his hand, and is moving it towards a big spider on the wall!

Mao Tuanzi stuck out his tongue eagerly, his saliva almost dripped to the ground, and he wanted to stretch out his paws to scratch.

Lu Yingjiu:? !

Seeing that the Mao Tuanzi was about to bite into it, he quickly stopped it: "Jing Xian!"

Jing Xian was discovered by him, and with a shake of his hand, he quickly shrank back with Mao Tuanzi, looking at him innocently.

Lu Yingjiu: "Don't feed it any more strange things!"

Jing Xian: "Yeah, yeah."

No matter what Lu Yingjiu saw, she was worried, so she snatched the hairball from his hand and hugged it by herself.

Mao Tuanzi: "Awwhhh—" expressing dissatisfaction.

Lu Yingjiu flicked its forehead.

It went on like this for another ten minutes.

The surrounding cobwebs were almost as thick as a curtain, and finally there was a faint light at the end of the passage.

Not a fire, but like a light bulb.

After getting closer, they saw an iron door embedded in the mud and rock wall.An incandescent lamp was lit on the left and right sides of the iron gate.

The iron gate was locked.

Lu Yingjiu looked at Jingxian and poked him.

Jing Xian was ordered, and immediately removed the entire iron gate with violence.The metal of the whole door was almost crumpled, and he threw it aside aggrievedly.

The stale air in the room was blowing.

It was clean inside, with no spiders and cobwebs to be seen, nor Feng Mao's figure.

Lu Yingjiu stepped in and saw a simple single bed, a TV and a player, and the bookshelf next to it was full of black video tapes.

He held up the talisman paper and looked closer.

The videotapes were divided into six piles. From the first pile to the last pile, the number varies, some are very high and some are not at all.

A wooden frame is embedded on top of each pile, and inside the wooden frame is a gray-black stone slab, about 15 inches in size, with patterns engraved on it.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the first stone slab first.

The patterns are all very simple lines, like some cultural relics left by primitive people.

The painting shows a huge spider entrenched in the mountains, its body almost disappearing into the clouds.A man knelt in front of it on one knee and stretched out his left hand to grab the spider silk on its front leg.

There were already quite a few people behind him, all with spider silk wrapped around their left hands.

At this moment, Lu Yingjiu understood: the spider really has something to do with the villagers being left-handed.

I am afraid that in the legend, the ancestors took the spider silk with their left hands, so they think the left hand is sacred.

Below the painting, the title "Spider Mother" is written

On the second stone slab, a group of small people are painted dancing around the fire, and the name is "Sacrifice".

There are many video tapes under this slate, Lu Yingjiu picked up one casually, turned on the TV and stuffed it into the machine.

After a flickering snowflake screen, a picture appeared on the TV:

A bonfire was burning, and a bunch of villagers danced and sang around it.

This should have been a warm and lively scene, but both their movements and singing were completely weird.

The singing was sobbing, as if a baby was crying, or as if a sharp wind blew across the valley, screaming.And their dancing movements are extremely stiff, every inch of their joints is twisting abnormally, like a group of marionettes...or they seem to be imitating some kind of arthropod, such as a spider.

Lu Yingjiu fast-forwarded to the end with a blank expression, and then put in other video tapes.

The picture is the same, they are all dancing and singing around the fire, but the time and place are different.Looking at the number of videotapes, it is estimated that it has been recorded for several decades.

During the fast-forward process, Lu Yingjiu pressed the pause button from time to time, and then carefully looked at the faces of the villagers.

Sure enough, he found a few familiar faces.

He had seen those few people in the past few days.

These people who danced more than ten years ago still live in the village with the same appearance.The girl is still as beautiful as a flower, and the young man is still young and handsome. The years will always freeze them in a moment, never passing by.

Lu Yingjiu said: "Everyone in this village has problems..." He pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "My safe charms are considered white hair for them."

He went on to look at the next tablet called Grace.

On the slate was a picture of a person with eight legs of a spider growing out of his back, and a large pool of vomit on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was all internal organs, full of liver and gallbladder.

He was spitting out his guts like hell.

The more he vomits, the more spidery he becomes.

The two people in front of him—to be precise, they were no longer human beings, and two spiders were crawling happily.

Jing Xian touched the slate with his hand, and said, "The anchor who plays with the pen fairy is called Zhao Ziming, right?"

"Yes," Lu Yingjiu closed his eyes, "It seems that when he went to the bathroom to vomit, he just vomited out all his internal organs. He turned into a human-faced spider."

Then, without the knowledge of his friend Aaron, he was trampled to death.

Lu Yingjiu has seen many tragedies and heard many tragic stories.

His thoughts will not be affected by this, but it is inevitable that he sighed and sighed softly.

Open the video tape, and sure enough, in the screen played, there are people who spit out their internal organs.

Some vomited while leaning on the toilet, some vomited into the sink, and some vomited directly on the ground, a bloody mass.There was no sound in the video, but Lu Yingjiu could almost imagine their heart-piercing voices.

Then, spider feet grew on its back, and its figure gradually shrank.

They turned into spiders.

The fourth tablet is called "Transformation".

There is no videotape, and there are villages and dozens of spiders drawn on the slate.

The whole village has turned into spiders.

The fifth tablet is titled "The Rainstorm".

The village is still drawn on the slate, but this time there is no spider, and it has become a simple stickman again.

The stickmen raised their hands to say hello, and outside the village, a car was approaching.

Lu Yingjiu frowned and put in the video tape.

Then the breath stops—

The faces of those anchors appeared on the screen!

The lens was very shaken, like the effect of a pinhole camera in the news.

He quickly browsed through each video tape, and saw the familiar figures of Red Clothes, Aaron, Zhao Ziming, and even Ye Feng and Xiao Li... Some of them were talking in the hotel, some were climbing the mountain to the nursing home, and some were just passing by in the car. Pass.

Just looking at the angle and time, it seems that different people recorded it, such as hotel waiters, village doctors at the entrance of the village, or the old man feeding chickens by the lake.They patiently and quietly recorded the daily life of outsiders.

Since the first batch of anchors entered the village, the whole village began to monitor them!

Lu Yingjiu subconsciously looked at the last stone slab.

There is nothing on the slate, as if the painting is not finished.

There's just an empty title next to it: "A Feast."

It's creepy enough.

His gaze returned to the first slate.

"Spider Mother..." Lu Yingjiu murmured, "I've never heard of this name. Jingxian, do you know anything?"

Jing Xian pondered for a moment: "She has never been to the ghost world, and I have only heard some rumors, so I don't know if she really exists. If she does exist, then she must have been staying in the world."

He continued: "Legends say that the Spider Mother is a huge mountain-like spider that turns those who follow her into spiders, immortal, and sometimes back into humans."

"Of course, if those human-faced spiders want to live forever and look like humans, they must constantly turn new people into spiders and provide new followers for the spider mother."

Lu Yingjiu asked: "It's a bit like being a minion for a tiger?"

——It is said that a person killed by a tiger becomes a ghost after death, and will lure other passers-by to the tiger.

"Yes," Jing Xian nodded, "The Spider Mother is very greedy and will never be satisfied. These anchors have been her prey from the very beginning."

Lu Yingjiu pondered for a moment.

The situation is very tricky.

He walked slowly around the house twice, thinking while walking, and then said: "I originally wanted to wait for the typhoon to pass and the mudslides to be cleaned up before going out with other people, but it seems impossible now."

He pointed to "Grace" and said: "Since a person has already started to transform into a spider, we don't know the means of infection yet, it's too dangerous to wait any longer."

"So?" Jing Xian looked at him—at this moment, his tone was relaxed and nonchalant, but he would be extra serious when asking Lu Yingjiu, "What are you going to do?"

Lu Yingjiu said: "Ye Feng said that the Ye family would go to worship the mountain, that is to say, follow the route of Li Snake's blessing along the pavilion on the top of the mountain."

"A place protected by ghosts and gods may be much safer, and it can delay or restrain their transformation into spiders. Of course, this is just my guess. No matter what, we can't stay here, we must find a way out."

He took a deep breath: "Although it is a bad decision to climb the mountain in a typhoon... But now it seems that we have to take the dozen or so people and walk the mountain worship road again. And we will start now, immediately, immediately."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yingjiu heard a rustling sound.

It came from outside the house, at the very end of the passage, and it was approaching rapidly!

Lu Yingjiu's expression froze, he turned over four or five talisman papers in his hand, and was about to take them out——

Then Jing Xian moved into his arms again.

Lu Yingjiu:?

He was almost buried in Jing Xian's arms, and when he raised his head, he almost bumped into Jing Xian face to face.

Jing Xian looked at him with a serious face: "Look, the female spider spirit you said can take a bath is here!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jing Xian is still thinking about this.

The author has something to say: Jing Xian: I have to wash anyway, why don't you take a bath with me!

Lu Yingjiu: Don't feed Mao Tuanzi weird things first