After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Yan Shixun thought about many truths about Yizhuang, but he never thought that the truth would be the cruelest one.

The piece of paper that was hidden in the sleeve by the unknown corpse and handed over to Yan Shixun became the key to all the secrets, which attracted Yan Shixun to see in this abandoned Yizhuang more than a hundred years ago. the truth.

When Yan Shixun followed Yan Wang to the thin coffin, he looked at the crooked strokes on the inner wall of the coffin, the blackened blood stains left on it, and the bloody and bloody palms of the headless corpse. The slender fingers of the coffin were trembling.

Yan Shixun closed his eyes, and his fingertips landed on the coffin.

The uneven scratches are the accusations of the blood and tears of the dead.

The village chief probably didn't intend to deceive Yan Shixun on this matter, but the stories handed down from his ancestors were always distorted to his own side, and the stories that were finally learned by future generations were all told by others. Eliminate the falseness of the cruel side.

More than a hundred years ago, there was indeed a large-scale death outbreak here, and the radiation level exceeded more than ten villages.

Even after a large number of deaths in some villages, the surviving people fled the village overnight because of guilt and fear, trying to find a way out.

But there was no news.

And those villages without people were gradually abandoned, turning into a pile of wasteland in the mountains.

Even though a few villages managed to survive, they all kept silent about the truth of their deaths that year, and dared not complain about the deaths of their relatives and friends.

Because they themselves know very well——

This death was caused by themselves.

Vengeance from the wrath of the dead.

The original reason, as Yan Shixun guessed, was the abandonment of the former village of Yizhuang.

This is a sufficiently isolated village, self-sufficient, rarely communicates with the outside world, and rarely discloses the things in the village to the outside world.

Although the other villages were strange, they didn't take it seriously, they just laughed at them secretly.

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The accident happened to a child.

The child, who begged his father to take him to the market, was unconvinced and compared with the children from other villages he met at the market, saying how rich and famous their families were.

Unconvinced, the child blushed and shouted, "My family has a treasure map!"

The father panicked, picked up the child and beat him up, apologizing to the others for bragging.

But the child was beaten up and cried. In order to prove that he was not bragging, he said that not only his family had a treasure map, but everyone in his village knew about it. guarded.

He does not mean that.

The father apologized again and again, and other people in the market also echoed, saying that the child is ignorant and talking nonsense, so don't worry about it.

They are still trying to persuade the father to stop beating the child.

But in my heart, I have already secretly remembered this matter.

There was a lot of fish and dragons in the market, and almost all the villagers living nearby would come here to go to the market. When they brought the news home, all the nearby villages knew that there was a treasure in this village.

No wonder they are so withdrawn and out of gregarious. It turns out that they are guarding good things for fear that we will see them.

The villagers who heard the news sighed.

Then, in a certain Yali, where everyone was asleep, torches lit up the backwater village.

Hundreds of people covered their faces and brutally tortured the people in the village, asking them where the treasure was.

The people in the village were astonished, saying that there was no treasure in their village at all...

But they suddenly realized that maybe the place guarded by their own village for generations was spied on by others, but they didn't know the truth and mistakenly thought it was a treasure.

As a result, the people in the village kept their mouths shut, resolutely refusing to reveal a word to these bandits.

The children and women were captured and killed one by one in front of the people in the village, and they were forced to reveal the location of the treasure.

One of the children cried and struggled, and pulled off the bandit's face covering.

Then the people in the village recognized in astonishment that there was no bandit there.

They are clearly people from other villages!

They understood everything in an instant.

People in other nearby villages were blinded by the so-called treasure and shaken by the imaginary treasure, so they united to deal with this closed village and agreed to share the treasure equally after getting the treasure.

The people in the village angrily accused other villages of being shameless.

They became angry from embarrassment, and they were completely unwilling to leave alive.

Anyone who gritted their teeth and refused to reveal the location of the treasure was smashed to death with a sledgehammer.

The woman cried heart-piercingly, the children screamed and cried in horror, and the villagers sobbed with tears and gritted their teeth.

All mixed with torches and black smoke, burning to the color of blood tonight.

Someone was yelling, begging the people in the same village, whether it was about the treasure or the mausoleum, to speak up quickly and save the children.

But the others were red-eyed, watching their children and relatives die in front of their eyes, and refused to confide a word.

Can't say.

The old village elder was in tears, looked up tremblingly at the full moon hanging high in the sky, and did not waver even to the end of his grief.

Can't say, that is, that is... the benefactor of our ancestors.

Without those soldiers, without that person, our ancestors would have died in the war hundreds of years ago, how could we have the opportunity to reproduce for hundreds of years, and live a peaceful life for these hundreds of years.

People, we must know how to be grateful.

They saved us, we, and also guarded their peace after death. They must not allow other people to break into their tombs and disturb their peace after death.

Some villagers looked at the old village head pleadingly, but the old village head lowered his head, ready to hang his neck to death.

He was laughing, but it was uglier than crying.

'It is the heroic souls of the soldiers who bless us with good harvests and good weather. It is the soldiers who helped our ancestors build houses and gave them food, seeds and money, so that we can raise our children for hundreds of years, and give them to us from generation to generation. They tell the story of the former heroic soul. '

'We are the last tomb guards in Yedi, guarding... the dead Yedi, and leaving a piece of homeland for the heroic souls of Yedi. '

'Even if you die, you will never let Yedi suffer any harm. '

'Death with my body, for my land of Ye! '

The hand raised the knife and fell, blood spattered everywhere.

The dead skull rolled to the ground.

The people in the village watched the old village head die, and felt great grief. They stared at the "bandits" around them with hatred, and said every word, even if they died, they would definitely return as ghosts and eat them. Eat his blood, waging furious vengeance on all those involved.

People in other villages pretending to be bandits laughed contemptuously, not taking the threat to heart.

Everyone kept their mouths shut and never revealed more than half a word.

The people in other villages became mad, they were red-eyed, and slaughtered all the people in this closed village.

When they left, there was nothing.

The blood-stained knife piled up with pieces of meat in his hand was already curled.

The blood on the hammer soaked in deeply, and it couldn't be washed off.

Just like their crime of murder, it will flow in their blood forever and be carried in their souls forever.

Blood was flowing all over the village, and the corpses of the villagers fell to the ground in disorder.

The cold wind blew by, and there was no more breath.

Only the bright moonlight of the full moon shrouded the corpses of the villagers, like a mother gently holding her child in her arms and singing a lullaby for the child.

Let the dead rest in peace.

No one knows that the massacre tonight has dyed the earth red.

But the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, always watching silently.

All causes and effects have never escaped the cycle.

The villagers in other villages quickly put this matter behind them after returning home. Even if some people were so frightened that they could not sleep because of the words of the deceased, the others didn't care. He dares to kill if he dares to come.

But soon, a strange disease spread in the nearby villages.

The first to get sick are not children with weak constitutions, but the pillars of the family and young adults.

They fell ill one by one, with crimson marks all over their bodies, and they spread from the bottom of their feet all the way up.

It looks like when blood splatters on the body.

All the skin with crimson marks were festered in large chunks, bloody and smelly, bleeding with pus, so painful and itchy that all the sick people wailed endlessly.

Even if you invite the best doctor from the city, the other party just shakes his head and says it can't be cured after seeing the symptoms. It is better to ask the gods and Buddhas to forgive your sins than to find a doctor.

The master who came here also sighed, saying that it was too much evil, and the dead people turned into ghosts and came back to take revenge.

Seeing the labor force of each family collapsed, all the villages panicked.

This is not only because no one will take care of the farm work at home in the future, but also because they found that all the people who first became ill were those who went to the closed village that night, and those who were subsequently infected were all their family members.

And the most terrible thing is that after these sick people die, if they stay at home, the corpses will reappear in the village after dusk, tearing and biting people passing by, just like the rumored zombies.

The panicked people hurried back to the village where the whole village was slaughtered, and tremblingly offered incense and paper to beg the forgiveness of the souls of the dead, saying that they were just deluded by ghosts for a while, and they didn't do it on purpose. For the sake of life, old and young, let them go.

The censer was overturned by the strong wind, and the three sticks of incense were broken in the middle, and the paper money could not catch fire.

The soul of the dead in the village silently but stubbornly refused to forgive.

The people in other villages had no choice but to go into the village with fear under the guidance of the master, collect the bones of those villagers who died tragically, and put them in a thin coffin, as atonement for themselves.

Moreover, in order to prevent these dead souls from continuing to take revenge, people chopped off the heads of each corpse and threw them far away by the master.

Then draw cinnabar talisman paper on the head and feet of the bones, nail the bones to prevent the bones from rising, and also nail the soul of the dead to the bones to prevent the dead from continuing revenge.

The villages that were destroyed were also used as charity villages, filled with dead bodies from nearby villages.

But after doing all this, they found that this strange disease really no longer spread, and no one in their family died, so people regretted it again.

They felt that since the crisis was over, they didn't want to spend more money on the deceased, so they threw the body in Yizhuang, as if nothing happened if they couldn't see it.

The relaxed people resumed a peaceful life, occasionally ridiculing the stupidity of the village and the incompetence of the ghost.

When the children came over curiously to ask, people still covered up the initial massacre and the treasure because of their guilty conscience, and only said it was a disease.

However, the matter did not end there.

One night in the middle of the night, people in all the nearby villages heard the howling of wolves from the back mountain.

The voice whimpered and whimpered, like mourning for a ghost, echoing among the mountains, ethereal and ethereal, but it made the guilty villagers so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe out, and sat with sticks in their hands until dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the darkness, the villagers who thought they were safe pushed open the door, but were horrified by the scene in front of them and screamed.

On the hillside, wild wolves stood densely, their dark green eyes staring coldly at the direction of the villagers, as if they could see through the souls of the villagers at a glance, seeing all the evil things they had done. Clearly.

But what scares the villagers even more is those wild wolves, between the sharp teeth of each...

They all held skulls that had rotted down to skeletons in their mouths.

The hollow and dark eye sockets looked straight at the villagers, as if to say——

We're back.

To avenge the enemy.

Those skulls turned out to be the heads that people asked the master to take away and throw away in the previous death.

They thought that as long as the bodies of the villagers who were massacred in that village were separated, the souls would lose their direction, be unable to remember their enemies, and be unable to sue the king of hell.

So I have been able to sleep peacefully.

Unexpectedly, wild wolves also have spirituality.

They galloped hundreds of miles, bringing back the scattered skulls one by one, as if sending wanderers home.

The people who saw that scene were all terrified.

Some survivors were even frightened to death on the spot.

The wild wolf just gave people a cold look, turned around and ran towards the abandoned Yizhuang.

From that day on, the wolf guarded the village and the bones, and would not let anyone approach them.

It seems to be for these loyal and grateful tomb guards, tomb guards.

But also from that day on, many people who knew the truth of the year never had a good night's sleep. In their dreams, they were chased and killed by ghosts, and then woke up screaming in terror, sweating profusely.

The abandoned Yizhuang has also become a forbidden area for several surrounding villages.

No one dared to go up the mountain again, for fear of offending the wild wolves guarding the tomb.

Villagers who can't profit from the mountains and forests put their source of livelihood on robbery roads, and earn good money by blackmailing passing drivers.

It wasn't until Yan Shixun and his party were guided by the Dao into the remote mountains that were isolated from the world, and finally the truth buried in the past was able to see the light of day again.

The yellowed paper fell out of his hands and fluttered to the ground.

Yan Shixun supported the thin coffin with both hands, even his shoulders were trembling.

He lowered his head, and the scattered hair cast a shadow, making his expression dim.

But everyone can see that he clenched the thin coffin tightly until his knuckles turned white.

When the tragic truth that once happened in the village became clear, even the ghosts and gods could not help being silent.

For the evil of human nature.

For the good of humanity.

Ye Li silently lowered his eyes, bent down slowly, stretched out his knuckle palm, and gently picked up the falling piece of paper.

Obviously light as a feather, but Ye Li is so solemn, as if his hands are carrying the weight of the whole world.

Everyone finally understood why none of them could see through the past of these bones, and why they couldn't see the truth of this place.

Because the villagers who were massacred more than a hundred years ago... are the descendants of those villagers who collected the bones for the Yedi battlefield thousands of years ago.

The so-called treasure does not refer to any treasure at all.

It is a burial ground guarded by villagers for generations.

This is, they are spontaneously guarding the tomb for the soldiers of Yedi...

Even Ye Li, who had long since lost his expectations for the world, couldn't help but be touched by his cold heart at this moment, unable to speak for a while, leaving only the shock in his eyes.

The warrior even closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

Ye Li never thought that such a thing would happen in a place that he didn't pay attention to.

Some people are grateful for his help, regard him as a benefactor, and bet on themselves and their descendants for hundreds of years for saving lives.

Even though Ye Li's initial anger was for the people of Ye City, for the wasted life and the unappealable resentment, but he never expected that anyone would respond to him.

He did this not because anyone would thank him, but because this was the principle he adhered to, and it later became his way.

But Ye Li did not expect that what he had done would not only be remembered, but would even reciprocate his kindness regardless of the consequences.

Collect the bones of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the Yedi battlefield, guard their tombs for hundreds of years, and pray for their peace and tranquility after death.

Even, die for it.

Ye Li stood there in silence for a long time.

His Adam's apple rolled down, looking at the flimsy piece of paper in his hand, he felt that there were thousands of words in the world, none of which could express his thoughts at the moment.

To die, to die for Ye...

His persistence and obsession did not go unnoticed.

Ye Li's palm slowly tightened, and he held the piece of paper tightly in his palm, as if he wanted to touch those souls who died in misery.

Hades looked down at the headless corpse sleeping peacefully in the coffin, and was the first to break the deathly silence.

"The resentment will not dissipate, the corpse will not rot, and the soul will never leave..."

Hades sighed softly, and said: "The exorcist who crucified the corpses of those perpetrators a hundred years ago is really powerful. Nine-inch nails have seriously injured the souls of these people for a hundred years."

"As far as the underworld is concerned, even if I personally send them a ride, there is no way to ensure that their seriously injured and weak souls can be reincarnated smoothly. Unless..."

As he said that, the King of Hades turned his eyes to Ye Li, looked at him firmly, and said slowly, "The ghost and god who has a cause and effect with these people is in charge of life, and personally sent them to reincarnation."

As soon as these words came out, several people present understood what Hades meant.

Although Yeli is a ghost, the ghosts and gods also have their own jurisdiction, just like the king of Hades will not do the work of Yuelao, and the responsibilities of the Town God's Temple are different from those of Fengdu.

Fengdu, in charge of death and judgment.

But alone does not grasp vitality.

If you want Ye Li to be in charge of vitality, there is only one possibility——

He retrieved his own body, accepted his past, and became Dao.

At that time, the yin and yang cycle of life and death, and the vitality corresponding to death, will also fall into his hands and become his authority to manage the world.

Only in this way can these seriously injured and weak souls be sent to reincarnation safely.

Yan Shixun also slowly raised his head to look at Ye Li, with anger and grief still remaining in his eyes.

Ye Li didn't hesitate for a second, and immediately nodded: "Okay."

"This avenue..."

I will support.

Even for those who collected the bones for me and the [-] soldiers, those who sacrificed their lives to guard the [-] bones.

His longing for the world...

After a thousand years, there was an echo.

The solemn words of ghosts and gods are witnessed by heaven and earth, and cannot be regretted.

And Ye Li's fluctuating pupils became firm again, and when they looked at Yan Shixun, they both had firm belief.

Yan Shixun understood Ye Li's intentions and smiled lightly.

In order to allow those people to leave here, Ye Li reincarnated.And he also wants to take over the residual anger and obsession of those people, so that those people can leave with peace of mind, and go to the next life without any worries.

"They never did anything wrong and they didn't deserve to end up like this."

Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, but firm enough that he could even smash through the sky and open the earth: "The fallen avenue, it's time to return to normal."

At that time, all resentments will be appeased, all grievances will be cleared up, the haters will take revenge, and the sinners will atone for their crimes.

The cycle of cause and effect is obvious.