Doe

Baili Jueming was so angry that he almost threw the mirror and threatened others with the child. Is he still human?The man in the mirror has no expression, his tone is calm and cold.Some people are like that, and you can tell plainly that he's a madman.If a person tells you that he is going to rob the most famous fairy gate in Jiangzuo with twelve knives on his back, he will pull out the head master, take off his pants and hang him upside down on the gate tower.You might think he was drunk and bragging, but if this man said it, you wouldn't hesitate to believe it.

Now that he said that Xun Wei would die, Xun Wei might really die.Perhaps 58 years ago, he used some unknown means - burying ghosts, arranging manpower... In short, he really has a way to threaten Xunwei's safety.Baili Jueming couldn't imagine that this was himself 58 years ago. He lost all memories of the past, and the only thing related to the past in his heart was the desire for death.

How could he be such a person?

"The story is very long, I hope you have the patience to listen to it." The man crossed his fingers and put them on his lap. He seemed to be staying in a tent. From time to time, someone was walking around outside, and tall and thin shadows hit the pale yellow oilcloth of the tent. superior.If you listen carefully, you can still hear a lot of people talking. He should have brought a lot of people with him at that time, but he doesn't know where he is.

The man said: "For hundreds of years, we have been investigating the ghost country of Huangquan and the Marsang Black Sect. The ghost mother has the magic technique of changing time and space, and those who enter the ghost country will get lost in the broken time and space. In addition, once If you eat the food of the ghost country, you will establish a secret connection with the ghost mother. This connection makes you unable to escape the call and pursuit of the ghost mother no matter where you are in the world or the sea. We named this connection 'mark', Those who are marked are called 'sacrifices'. If the sacrifices are compared to kites, then the ghost mother is the person who flies the kite. There is always an invisible kite line connected between the sacrifices and the ghost mother."

Shi Wunian frowned deeply. According to this, has Xie Cenguan become a 'sacrifice'?

"There is a reason for our name." The man said, "Before the Masang people moved westward, they had the custom of offering sacrifices to ghost mothers and evil boys. Every 60 years, they would select Siyin boys from the clan and make them Fasting for three days, only drinking water and honey during the three days, draining all the filth, putting them into ebony black coffins, and sending them to the ghost country. These Siyin boys are called "Sang", and "Sang" in the Masang language means sacrifice The meaning of product. Pure yin blood is more nourishing than ordinary human blood. The ghost mother can get a pure yin boy and can keep her stomach full for 60 years. During these 60 years, she will not leave the ghost country for food. Ma Sang adopts this method, and The ghost mother has lived in peace for more than 300 years. Until [-] years ago, something happened."

Baili Jueming's eyes trembled, and he unconsciously raised his heart.

"The fourth 'Sang', a six-year-old boy, was not accepted by the ghost mother. The ghost mother went abroad, and the Masang people were forced to move westward. Many people died in that accident. Many bones left over from eating. Why was the fourth 'Sang' not accepted by the ghost mother? 200 years ago, we learned the reason from the silk notes in Yinmu Village - 'Sang' was hidden by the evil boy. "

When he said this, the man paused, raised his eyes and asked, "Baili Jueming, have you heard of the knife 'Nine Deaths'?"

So what, Baili Jueming frowned.

"If you have the ability to get this knife, you'd better bring it with you. It is not an ordinary knife. It is a sacred object of the Masang tribe. It has been enshrined for more than a thousand years and has the ability to cut off all fetters. Now, only Jiushie can cut off the kite line between the sacrifice and the ghost mother." The man said, "300 years ago, the evil boy took 'Sang' out of the ghost country, and cut off the 'Sang' with this knife. 'The contact with the ghost mother cleared the sacrificial mark in the soul of 'Sang'. 'Sang' became the first mortal who successfully escaped from the ghost country, and the only sacrifice that was not recalled by the ghost mother."

"So that's how it is..." Baili Jueming murmured, "'Sang' is the younger brother of the evil boy, and the evil boy saved him."

"From a certain point of view, the evil boy saved the child." The man squeezed the space between his brows and sighed, "However, from another perspective, the evil boy harmed him."

"What do you mean?" Baili Jueming narrowed his eyes.

"There is a price..." Shi Wunian lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "There must be a price for Nine Deaths to cut off the fetters."

"It's easy to guess, isn't it?" said the man in the mirror. "In business, you pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. What in the world has no price? Nine Deaths can indeed cut off the fetters, but those who have been killed by Nine Deaths He must repeat his fate in this life from generation to generation. No matter how many lives he reincarnates and how many births he takes, he must be born in the year of Yichou, the month of Jimao, the day of Yichou, and the time of Jimao, and he must be a boy of four shades."

There was still a flash of thunder, and Baili Jueming was shocked.

"In other words," the man said, "they are all the past lives of the pure yin child beside you."

What does it mean?He couldn't comprehend, as black crow feathers struck in his mind one after another, and images of little blue-and-purple babies buried in the mud flashed one after another.When the year is cloudy and the moon is cloudy and the sun is cloudy, the birth date seems to be an unsolvable curse.Every child born at this hour on this day cannot escape the fate of premature death. They were strangled, drowned, and thrown to death countless times. They didn't even have time to open their eyes and take a good look at the world.Even if they were born in Marsang hundreds of years ago, they couldn't escape the bad luck of being sent to the ghost country to become sacrifices to the ghost mother.

Now the man in the mirror tells him that all these dead children are Xun Wei's past lives.She went around for hundreds of years, and this time she became "Xie Xunwei" was the first time she grew up.

In the heart domain, the evil boy sat alone on the eaves of the blue tiles, staring blankly at the blood-red sunset.He looked down at his palm with disbelief on his face.The palms were trembling, and in a trance, there seemed to be countless steel needles shooting into the atrium, causing dense pain.Baili Jueming covered his heart and clenched his teeth in pain.

"There's never been a way to get the best of both worlds in this world," the man said, "If you don't cut him off, 'Sang' will be swallowed by the ghost mother, and he will be imprisoned in her body for life and life. If you kill him, at least he can be reincarnated and have a chance of survival." .Many, many years ago, I also faced a dilemma. Maybe this is fate,” he smiled, leisurely and desolate, “God created us, maybe it’s just too boring and wants to amuse us. Human life, Who the hell isn't it a joke?"

A vague figure appeared outside the curtain of the tent, and someone shouted from afar: "Elder Jueming, it's midnight."

The man ignored the people outside, and continued to talk to the mirror: "I don't have much time, so the rest of the story will be short. You must really want to know, what are we doing? It's been 500 years, and all my efforts are to make up for it. The mistake of Baochen Mountain 500 years ago. We used to think that the Marsang Black Cult was absurd. They regarded death and life as one thing, and regarded humans and ghosts as compatriots. They lived with ghosts and ghosts, and even made ghosts their guards.

"We expelled them, slaughtered them, and drove them back to the southwestern border. Thanks to us, their celestial daughter Alanna became the ghost mother Alanna. When the northern ghost land is more than one day, we have not woken up. Killing endlessly, we finally realized that there is a delicate balance between the Masangu people and ghosts. All the scriptures are at your hand. If you open the book of Masangu ghosts, you will find that they The number of ghosts never increases or decreases. They must have some mysterious way to untie the obsession of the ghosts, let them be detached, and let the ghosts truly rest in peace."

"Elder Jueming, it's midnight." The man shouted again from outside.

The man frowned impatiently, but still didn't respond.

Both Baili Jueming and Shi Wunian felt that something was wrong. The figure outside the tent seemed to be enlarged a little. He stood there stiffly, as if looking down at the man's back through the tarpaulin curtain of the tent.All the noisy human voices outside the tent disappeared, and it was eerily quiet, but Baili Cassia in the mirror didn't seem to notice this.

The man went on to say what he said before: "The only way for Xianmen to deal with ghosts is to seal them, but sealing is not a once-and-for-all solution. The sealed ghosts will become gunpowder buried in the ground of Xianmen. If one day the seal ages, they seize the opportunity If we break through the seal, the entire Jiangzuo will be at stake. We have already lost the north, and we cannot lose Jiangzuo again.

"We have been looking for that way. We have been to the ghost country, collected scriptures, and organized the files. Now, we have arrived at the holy land of Masang, West Nanda. According to the records of the scriptures, they send a deaf and A person with a pure yin fate came to this place to listen to the voice of heaven. The fifth day of October is Alana's birthday, and it is the biggest festival for black believers. They will enter West Nanda together, but only the deaf one will come back.

"We guess that pure yin men and women are the keys to unlock a certain mechanism in Xi'an Tuo, and those who do not carry the 'Pure Yin' fate will not be able to pass through Xi'an Tuo." The man closed his eyes, "In' Before Sang's fate was fixed, there was not only one pure yin boy born in the world, which made them have enough pure yin men and women to accomplish this task. But now it is different, there is only "Sang" a pure yin boy left in the world, We must find him."

Baili Jueming was in no mood to be angry anymore, his attention was attracted by the growing figure outside the tent.The growing figure is not because it is changing, but because it is getting closer to the tent.

"Elder Jueming, it's midnight." The thing outside repeated again.

The man made a move this time, he stood up and put the knife into the knife belt on his back.

"Baili Jueming, before you go in, I will go in first to find out all the information we can find out for you." He buckled his wristband, put the crossbow arrows in his waist pocket, and turned around, "I'm leaving , bro."

The mirror was placed flat on the ground, and another man's jaw appeared in the field of vision.Baili Jueming's eyes tightened, he would never admit his mistake, it was Wudu old man, but Wudu's beard was shorter and younger at that time.It turned out that Wudu had been holding the mirror and recorded all his confessions during his lifetime.

"Have you really thought about it?" Wudu asked.

"Our family members and fellow sects are all dead. Don't you want to rely on those trash from Jiangzuo Xianmen? There is no better candidate than me. Isn't it just for this reason that the two of us came here?" The man said With a vicious tone, "Don't talk nonsense, do what I told you well, this is what you owe Alanna, and you owe me."

Baili Jueming and Shi Wunian were taken aback. There were only two of them. What was the voice outside the tent before...?

Wudu sighed, "Don't worry."

"I will take the 'Lao Cai Xiang' before I die, and it will ensure that I will transform into a ghost after death. The prescription is half money for rosin yellow wax, one money for fetal bone pill powder, and half money for old gold oil. Your deadline is coming, you need If you want to match it yourself."

"No need." Wu Du closed his eyes, "You are enough for ghosts. What other wishes do you have?"

The man was silent for a while, and finally said: "It's my only wish to set off another firework."

"Elder Jueming, it's midnight."

The thing was completely attached to the tent, and Baili Jueming could almost see the outline of its facial features clearly.

The man stood in front of the oilcloth curtain, face to face with the thing outside.Before opening the curtain, he turned his face slightly, and said: "I will be 58 years later. I lied to you when I said that if you don't listen carefully to me, your baby will die, because according to what I know about you, I don't say that about you. You won’t listen to me seriously at all. It’s up to you whether you want to go to West Nanda, but you have to remember that I will walk all the roads you have walked for you. Some people can only be saved by you, and some ghosts can only be saved by you. You go for salvation. So don’t be afraid, and don’t feel lonely. You have the hottest heart and the brightest fire in Baochen Mountain.”

He finally said:

"You are the proud son of heaven, you are invincible in the world."

He opened the curtain, and the darkness outside rushed towards his face.The moment Shi Wunian and Baili Jueming were about to see clearly what was outside the curtain, the candle was extinguished, the mirror surface sank into darkness, and the talisman light stopped working, which meant that the records in the mirror had been read.

Baili Jueming held the mirror, his fingertips turned white.There is an indescribable sadness in my heart, like a thick frost accumulated in the withered heart.He wanted to cry out of nowhere, lied, lied, you said you were invincible, but you still died and turned into an ugly and ferocious ghost, from life to life you can't get rid of it!

Why he was so angry, Baili Jueming didn't know, it was like a piece of rusty iron was pressed in his throat, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

Shi Wunian next to him rubbed the finger on his thumb, and said in a low voice: "Before Mu Pingwu said that you opened the virtual door and pushed a coffin out from inside. Many disciples on the other side of the virtual door wailed, and many hands stretched out But you didn't let them out, you closed the virtual door, and you didn't hesitate to cut off their arms." He took a breath, "That's because they are not disciples of Baochen Mountain at all, and the disciples of Baochen Mountain have died long ago , they are the ghosts of West Nanda."

West Nanda is full of ghosts.Baili Jueming suddenly thought of such a sentence, as if he was already familiar with that place.

Shi Wunian turned his face away and stared at Baili Jueming, his dark eyes were full of strangeness as if he had met for the first time.

"Father, the one who designed everything is not Wudu, but you." He smiled tepidly, "It turns out that even Mrs. Xunwei is a pawn you prepared in advance."