Doe

The time was 80 years ago, when Mu Pingwu was a ten-year-old child.Logically speaking, so much time has passed, almost his whole life, the past should have been blurred long ago.But he remembered it very clearly, even the weather at that time.Generally speaking, the details are too detailed, and the possibility of the story being fabricated is high.Therefore, Xie Xunwei has been paying attention to the old man's posture and expression.

When the old man was narrating, he always unconsciously glanced at Baili Jueming, and there was an indescribably strange feeling in his eyes.It's hard to describe it in words. If you have to draw a metaphor, it's probably like a person seeing a murderer lurking in the crowd. He should feel frightened, but the murderer doesn't seem to know that he is a ghost, so He felt strange at the same time of fear.

There is a reason why Xie Xunwei used the metaphor of "murderer". Only this metaphor is appropriate enough for Mu Pingwu's sense of fear.Xie Xunwei found it very interesting, was Master such a terrifying person before his death?

It happened in the summer, a group of monks from Baochen Mountain borrowed a road from Xunzhou with their goods.Baochen Mountain had a high status, and Mu Pingwu's father, the head of the Mu family at that time, personally received him. The word "a batch" caught Baili Jueming's attention. In his impression, there were only him and Wudu Laoer in Baochen Mountain. Later, Xunwei came. The three of them depended on each other for life. When Ding Xingwang.

Mu Pingwu didn't explain, but tactfully signaled Baili Jueming not to interrupt.At that time, although Mu Pingwu was too young to participate in the conversations of adults, but also because he was young and short, no one noticed him, and he was able to discover some things that adults could not.

These monks in Baochen Mountain all wore black silk cloaks, travel-stained and haggard.Many were wounded, apparently, with bandages on their faces.Mu Pingwu found that many people smelled like they hadn't bathed in months.The soap boots were still stained with blood, and the scabbard smelled sickly of putrefaction and blood.It was common for people from the Immortal Sect to go out to clear the ghost domain. Although Mu Pingwu was young at that time, he often saw his elders leading his disciples back from the front line of killing ghosts.If the battle is fierce, some people will inevitably lose arms and legs, so he is not surprised.

However, after many years, looking back now, something is really wrong.Now that you have come back from the ghost domain, why don't you tidy up your description and fix your appearance?At least take a shower and change clothes.Jiang Zuo has always attached great importance to etiquette, these people are indeed too hasty.

Mu Pingwu's father respected them very much, and strictly ordered Mu's mother to restrain the children's actions, and must not offend these distinguished guests from Baochen Mountain.Most children can't be restrained, and Mu Pingwu couldn't sit still in the room for a long time, so he quietly pushed open the window and slipped out while his mother was taking a nap.The first thing that attracted him was the goods escorted by monk Baochen Mountain, which were some box-like things.The wood is covered with iron sheets, some are big and some are small, the small ones are big enough to hold a ball, and the big ones are mostly long strips, as long as an adult's arm and as wide as a palm, like holding a sword.

These goods were very strange, it was clearly summer, Jiangzuo was hot, eggs could be boiled on the ground, but these boxes were cold.The people from Baochen Mountain stored the goods in the Mu family's warehouse, and the whole warehouse was filled with a refreshing chill.It's so hot outside that people want to peel off their skin, such a cool place is really memorable.

After all, it was his own courtyard. Mu Pingwu was familiar with the terrain, so he avoided the guarding Baochenshan monks, entered the courtyard through the dog hole, and quietly entered the warehouse.He laid out the bedding rolls he had brought on those long boxes, and lay down on them to take a nice nap.This time I fell into a dark sleep, and didn't wake up until the sun was setting.But when he woke up, he smelled a dead mouse.

Not all noble children eat, drink and play. Most of them have to receive rigorous training in magic arts since childhood, and Mu Pingwu is one of them.I have dealt with ghosts and monsters since I was a child, and I am no stranger to this smell.He sniffed close to the crack of the box, and the smell of dead mice became more and more obvious, which made him retch several times.There must be some kind of animal carcass inside, no wonder it has to be held down with such icy iron.Look at the size of these boxes, they are about like weasels.Those people in Baochen Mountain are so heartless, why are they transporting so many weasel carcasses home all the way?

Others are cautious but big, but they don't mind sleeping on the weasel's corpse.I found cotton to plug the gap in the iron box, covered my mouth and nose with a towel, and continued to lie on top of it.It was cool underneath, and the cold breath offset the sweltering heat of summer, and he fell into a half-dream and half-awake again.At this moment, the box under his body suddenly made a loud "boom", shaking his whole body.He woke up with a start and rolled from the box to the ground.The sound came from inside the box, and he was a little dazed, thinking he was dreaming.Soon, there was another "dong" sound in the box, which made him awake all of a sudden.

The weasel inside is not dead, but is hitting the box.The energy was quite strong, and Mu Pingwu saw a bump the size of a fist protruding from the iron sheet on the top of the box.

The noise was too loud, and the people from Baochen Mountain would definitely come over soon.Mu Pingwu hurriedly packed his bedroll, and wanted to run away when he opened the window.Before leaving, the ghost cast a glance behind him.The lid of the iron box had been knocked half up, revealing the true colors of the contents.He was stunned for a moment, it was not a weasel, but a strange hand full of eyes, the fingers were still picking convulsively, as if trying to grab something.

With so many large and small wooden boxes in the warehouse, Mu Pingwu instantly realized that what was contained inside were not animal corpses, but human limbs.The monks in Baochen Mountain cut people into pieces, put them in boxes, and transported them back to Baochen Mountain.These limbs are also full of eyes, extremely evil and treacherous.

This scene was extremely horrifying, Mu Pingwu's legs were weak, and his movements froze for a moment, and at that moment, the eyes on that arm saw him.It immediately grabbed the ground with five fingers, rushed towards him frantically, and grabbed the back of his hand at once.Mu Pingwu was so frightened that he couldn't even look at the evil thing. He closed his eyes and shook his hands vigorously, trying to get rid of the evil thing.

The evil thing held onto it so tightly that it couldn't be shaken off like a dog's skin plaster.Seeing that the people from Baochen Mountain were coming, Mu Pingwu was in a hurry and hit the wall with it.The evil creature finally let go of the pain, and the green nails scratched four bloodstains on the back of Mu Pingwu's hand.Mu Pingwu ran away with his bedroll in his arms, and the person holding Chenshan seemed to rush through the door behind him. He had no time to care, and crawled back to his yard.

Cutting up the corpses and secretly smuggling them didn't seem like the right thing to do.At that time, Mu Pingwu had a sense of justice, so he immediately told his father about the matter, and asked his father to arrest this crooked screwer.His father didn't believe it at first, but when he saw the scratch marks on the back of his hand, he believed it for the most part.Scratch marks on humans and animals are different. The blood marks on the back of Mu Pingwu's hands can be seen from the scratches of human nails.His father, with his children, said that ghosts had entered the house and almost killed his son, and proposed to check the goods in Baochen Mountain to prevent ghosts from hiding in it.

The leading monk disagreed at first, saying that the owner of this batch of goods was Baili Cassia, and he was still on his way here. Now that he opened the sealed iron box, he would have to meet him face-to-face and couldn't explain anything.Mu Pingwu refused to give in no matter what he said, Sapo rolled around and said that he almost died, and he must open the iron box by his father.His mother was from a famous family in Jiang Zuo, and she had a violent temper. Seeing his precious son bleeding, he forced his father to find out the truth.

At this time, the leading monk said something meaningful, which is still fresh in Mu Pingwu's memory until now.

He said: "You have to remember that there are some things in the world that you are not qualified to touch. Once you open these iron boxes, you can't let go."

Mu Pingwu's father was already a little apprehensive at this time. Baochen Mountain had a very high status in Xianmen, and no one dared to challenge them.Part of the reason is that Baochen Mountain has the leading inheritance of Fire Art and the Great Master Wudu, and the more important reason is that most of the responsibility for clearing the ghost domain rests on Baochen Mountain's shoulders.In the hundreds of years of fighting to clear the ghost domain, many people died in Baochen Mountain.

But at that time, it was hard to get off the tiger. The majesty of the family insisted on one thing, even if it was Baochen Mountain, he couldn't let him lose face.Mu Pingwu's father decided to check the iron wooden box. The monk from Baochen Mountain took a deep look at him, and tore off the spell seal in front of him.To Mu Pingwu's surprise, there was no arm full of eyes, let alone broken human limbs, and all the official documents and scrolls were placed inside.

The arm was missing, and all the iron boxes were opened but they couldn't find it. Mu Pingwu was stunned.His father hung him up and beat him up, and apologized to the monks in Baochen Mountain.The monk in Baochen Mountain didn't say anything, but he planned to leave Xunzhou before dinner, but now he decided to spend the night in Mujiabao, waiting for Baili Jueming to arrive.

Mu Pingwu's father thought they were waiting for Baili Jueming to come and avenge their grievances.Baili Jueming is Wudu's younger brother. Everyone in Xianmen has heard of him, but few have seen him.It is said that he has been tossing and turning in the operation of clearing the ghost domain all year round, and even the living people rarely see each other.All in all, this guy is definitely not a man to mess with.The Mu family wronged Baochenshan, the reason was the first, and hurriedly arranged the table, borrowed a chef from the restaurant, and waited anxiously for Baili Jueming to come.

The reason is that Maozi is ignorant, so Mu Pingwu was locked in the backyard by his parents and was not allowed to go out.He was puzzled, the wound on the back of his hand hadn't healed yet, it was clearly scratched by that evil arm, why did it disappear?Tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep until midnight.Lying on the bed and listening to the sound outside, everything is completely silent, not even the chirping of birds.It must be that Baochenshan hid his arm in a crooked way. He thought in his heart that he would go to the warehouse again and find evidence by himself to convince his father.

He did what he said, he didn't even put on his outer clothes, he just climbed out through the window opening.No one was seen along the way, the Mujiabao was built with black stones, it was originally gloomy, but now the moonlight is weak, he is carrying a lantern, the faint light illuminates the inch-sized blue bricks under his feet, the gloom like will-o'-the-wisps makes him even more gloomy It's getting darker.Where are people?Normally, Erlang, who was on patrol in Mujiabao, took turns in shifts, day and night, but today there was no sign of anyone.

He climbed up the wall by stepping on the marble lamp base, and looked on from the top of the wall. He was surprised to find that only the storehouse was on fire in the huge Mujiabao, and the other places were submerged in the cold darkness, as if immersed in lifeless black water. A little lively.The hair on his back was straight, he didn't dare to go directly to the warehouse, he went to the servant's room first, everyone was sleeping like a dead pig, and they couldn't wake up even with drums and gongs.When I went to the Banyuexuan where my parents lived, the maids and mothers-in-law were all like this, even my father and mother couldn't wake up.He finally panicked. Everyone in Mujiabao fell asleep and couldn't wake up.Is he the only one awake?

The warehouse was lit with fire, the only light in the drowsy world, as if waiting for him specially.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage and went to the warehouse.

From a distance, he saw iron-black shadows standing one after another in the courtyard. He crawled in through the dog hole, and the cat leaned close to those shadows.When I got closer, I realized that they were all monks from Baochen Mountain.The monks stood in the small courtyard like sculptures, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, forming an array of chess pieces on the chessboard.

He tiptoed, walking carefully among the ranks.These people seemed to be asleep too, and the sound of breathing like a bellows came and went one after another.How do they sleep standing up?Mu Pingwu felt it was weird, and his heart was pounding.Everyone was wearing a black cloak, and they looked like bats at a glance.A chilling guess floated in Mu Pingwu's mind. He might know where the person in Baochen Mountain hid that strange arm full of eyes.

He tried to make a little noise, and said to a man with a bandage on his face, "Uncle, your pants fell off."

No one ignored him.

His courage grew as if he was blowing out, and he gently lifted the man's cloak and rolled up his sleeves.

By the light of the lantern, he saw that the man's arms were covered with eyes.The eyes were closed, and at first glance they appeared to be covered with bulging pustules.He gasped for breath and almost passed out.Sure enough, he guessed right, the person holding Chenshan hid his arms on his body.

run, run.He crazily called his parents in his heart.

The sparkling light scalded the eyelashes, as if there was a person passing by behind him.He shuddered and turned around abruptly.There was nothing in the field of vision, only those black-robed monks sleeping standing up.Illusion, his heart rose to his throat, he filed his heels and retreated out of the courtyard.As he stepped back, his back bumped into someone.

Heartbeat stopped abruptly.

He raised his head slowly, a red lantern hung above his head, and the golden red light illuminated a man's fair face.Mu Pingwu will never forget that face in his whole life, it was pale and indifferent, without any superfluous expression.There was a gloomy and gloomy aura about this man, and when he stared at him, it was as if a dark cloud had covered the top.

Nameless terror seized him, and he screamed.A silver needle was pierced into the back of his neck, and his voice suddenly got stuck, stuck in his throat and unable to come out.He couldn't cry out, let alone move.

"Shh." The man knelt down in front of him, with his index finger on his thin lips, "Don't talk, and it's best not to breathe. I hate children the most in my life, especially children who are noisy like you. Come out a little Shenger, I can't help but want to set fire to you."

His eyes were wide open, weeping.

The man dropped the lantern pole and knocked him on the head, "Mu Pingwu, your family opened something that you shouldn't have opened. I should kill you. But my brother told me to leave you alone." I said okay, since this is the case, you should just keep the goods here. You are the eldest son of your family and the only child. This is very good, your parents will not have a second child in the future, I I'll just ask you directly, I'll put the goods in your house, do you agree or not?"

The man's words were really strange. Mu Pingwu was indeed his parents' first child, but his parents were young and strong. How could this man be sure that he would not have any more siblings?

The two stared at each other for a while, and the man slapped his forehead, "Forgot, you can't talk."

He took the needle from the back of Mu Pingwu's neck, and the blockage in his throat disappeared instantly.Mu Pingwu didn't have time to think too much, so he cried and begged for mercy: "Uncle, I was wrong, please let us go."

"I just said that I hate noisy children." The man's expression suddenly became very cold, "Cry again and burn you to death."