Altar of Infinity

The name Book of Life and Death sounds eerie and unlucky.

Jiang Jichu: "Anyone who passes the novice level will have their own life and death book. It is your ID card at the altar. It has your personal information and information about the level you have experienced."

Jiang Jichu directly turned to the last page, seeing that he was not in the way, Xie Ji leaned over to look at it together.

Level Name: Shouto

Checkpoint level: novice level

Level score: 0-1000

Number of participants: 11

Points earned:

Remaining points: 0

There are only so many words on the paper with black background and white characters, Xie Ji fixed his eyes on "Shouren" after browsing.

Kotobuki.

Looks like an identity noun.

Jiang Jichu rubbed his temples: "I forgot, sometimes there will be hints on the level name."

Xie Ji didn't care about this, no newcomer would have a life and death book, and it was a surprise that he was able to get Jiang Jichu's checkpoint information.

If Shouren refers to Niu Kuyin, then its effect is Niu Kuyin's high-defense physique. To change from an ordinary person to a Shouren, there will be a method and process of change, and it must not be in front of people. The clues still have to be in Niu Kuyin. home search.

Considering that Niu Kuyin had raised two sons, and the fact that he became a Shouren was not in the light of day, Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu focused on searching for the bedroom where Niu Kuyin lived.

The result was exactly as Xie Ji expected, 10 minutes later, the two found a secret door leading to the underground under the bedside table.

After opening the secret door, unpleasant smells rushed out, almost sending Xie to Xun.

It is not poisonous, but it is not friendly to people with sensitive sense of smell.

Taking advantage of Xie Ji being smoked and receding, Jiang Jichu took the flashlight from the drawer and walked into the secret door.

Xie Ji blinked, and felt that Jiang Jichu was quite a brave boy.

There was no danger in the secret door, and there was absolutely no reason to let Jiang Jichu take risks alone. He prepared his mind well and followed Jiang Jichu with his head down.

The underground space is fifty square meters, like a cellar.

There were large swaths of dark black bloodstains on the ground and walls, a huge coffin covered with a dust-proof cloth was placed in the center, and there was a desk and a bookshelf in the corner.

The two stopped in front of the coffin, and the flashlight shone around the coffin. This is the source of the smell.

Xie Ji hadn't gotten used to the smell of the cellar yet, and was afraid that he would die before he could leave his home when the coffin was opened, so he planned to take a look at the things on the bookshelf and desk first.

He found the desk lamp on the desk, turned it on, and Jiang Jichu each picked up a stack of manuscripts with their backs against the desk and started reading against the coffin.

There are very few paper materials in the cellar, and they worked together through division of labor, and quickly figured out the ins and outs of Shouren.

Niu Kuyin ancestor had a secret recipe to enhance physical fitness and prolong life, but Niu Kuyin modified the secret recipe by adding many evil things into it, and with his own blood, he used the new secret recipe to create longevity people.

The shouren raised by his blood will be controlled by him, and more importantly, he can drink the blood of his shouren to prolong his life.

According to Niu Kuyin's diary, Niu Kuyin's real age must be at least four hundred years old.

Xie Ji: "Niu Fugui said that Niu Kuyin came to Niujia Village to look for his ancestors and settled down here. That is to say, he prolongs his life by raising longevity people, but in order not to be discovered that his appearance and life span are different, he will constantly change his residence. .

"Niu Da and Niu Er are the Shouren he raised in Niujia Village. He drank Niu Da's blood and announced to the public that Niu Da died of illness. As for Niu Er, he is also reaching maturity in the early days."

Jiang Jichu: "Do you think Niu Er didn't elope with Niu Wei, but was killed by Niu Kuyin?"

Xie Ji shook his head: "According to the diary, if Niu Kuyin sucked Niu Er's blood, then his status in Niujia Village will come to an end, and he can leave completely, but he will act out the scene of his death from a cerebral hemorrhage , but also to suck our blood, which is illogical.”

Xie Ji looked at the bloodstains everywhere in the cellar.

This scale is exactly the whole body blood volume of an adult male.

Following Xie Ji's gaze, Jiang Jichu realized: "Niu Er did die here, but the blood was not absorbed by Niu Kuyin."

Xie Ji: "What will an upright and filial adopted son do when he discovers the true face of his adoptive father's crimes?"

Jiang Jichu: "Niu Er committed suicide. He didn't want to help the tyrant, and he didn't want to be an enemy of his adoptive father, so he wanted to end all this by draining himself."

Xie Ji applauded Jiang Jichu: "That's right. But this is just my guess. We still have other questions that we haven't found the answer to, such as what role Niu Wei played in it, where is Niu Er's body, and why is Niu Kuyin?" To suck our blood."

Jiang Jichu walked to the side of the coffin, tapped it twice with the scabbard: "Come on, open the coffin?"

The coffin must be opened, but Xie Ji didn't think there would be what they were looking for inside.

Xie Ji: "It's all here, let's open the coffin and have a look."

The coffin in the cellar was very ordinary compared to the one Niu Kuyin was lying on. They lifted the dust-proof cloth, lifted one side, and moved the coffin lid to the ground without much effort.

Even though he had been in the cellar for a long time, the smell in the coffin still made Xie Ji's vision dark, and he squeezed the space between his brows before looking inside the coffin.

The coffin, which was big enough for two people to lie flat, only contained a cloudy blue liquid, which was not big enough to hide an adult in terms of the water level.

Xie Ji stepped back quickly after reading it: "It is the liquid used by Niu Kuyin to refine Shouren, and there are two ways to use the liquid, drinking or soaking.

"When he refined Niu Dai Wa Niu Er, he used the method of letting his two sons drink it. The blood was added to the bowl. The liquid in the coffin can strengthen the body. Do you want to go in and lie down to speed up the healing of your wounds. "

Jiang Jichu curled his lips in disgust: "If you want to lie down, you lie down."

Xie Ji didn't go.

Jiang Ji's first lying down was to heal his injuries, but his lying down was to kill him.

After rummaging through the things in the cellar, the two of them didn't stay in this cold and smelly place anymore, and returned to the ground one after the other.

It's just a few layers of cement, but Xie Ji feels like he came to the world from hell.

He took a few steps outside the house, took a few breaths of fresh air restraintly, and felt himself alive again.

Jiang Jichu didn't react at all to his actions, neither ridiculed nor comforted, just pretended he didn't see it: "Niu Kuyin's wish is still related to the disappearing Niu Er, but it's not seeing Niu Er again, but drinking Niu Er's blood."

Xie Ji: "That's right. But Niu Er's blood has already been drained. Niu Kuyin sucked our blood on the one hand for the effect of better than nothing, and on the other hand he wanted to keep it for Niu Er. Our blood is definitely for Niu Er. what's the effect."

In this way, Niu Er's body would not be too far away from Niu Kuyin, and it would be convenient for Niu Kuyin to cross the collected blood.

Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu looked at each other and thought of the same place.

Jiang Jichu: "Go?"

Xie Ji glanced at the time: "It's too late, let's wait until the mourning ends in the afternoon."

The lunch was made by other people. Compared with Xie Ji's craftsmanship, it was not a bit worse. Jiang Ji was spoiled at the beginning, and he refused to move after eating a few chopsticks.

The two of them didn't hide anything about the cellar, they informed everyone after the meal, but the mourning was imminent, and they didn't have time to see it, so they could only go to the coffin to gather in front of the coffin.

Today's weather is still not very good, with dark clouds forming one after another, as if they are about to be suppressed at any time.

Many villagers from Niujia Village came to watch and spontaneously formed a semicircle nearby.

Xie Ji had stayed in Niujia Village for two or three days, and he hadn't seen anyone coming to see Niu Kuyin in distress, so he just came to join in the fun at this moment. The villagers had all kinds of expressions on their faces, and some even carried a bag of melon seeds. It can be seen that the so-called friendship is very plastic.

On the altar table, the altar, photos, incense burner, and large porcelain bowls filled with melons and fruits were neatly arranged on the table. After seeing it, Uncle Niu showed an unsatisfactory expression. He handed the mourning stick to Wang Dan, and sat aside to supervise .

Wang Dan only wanted to earn more points from the novice pass in a safe and sound manner. He honestly wore the filial clothing provided by Uncle Niu, stood in front of the coffin, took a deep breath, picked up the mourning stick and hit himself again and again.

In mourning, the louder you cry, the more respect you have for the dead.

Wang Dan tried hard to think about all the sad or frightening images since he was born, and said his farewell words while shouting pain at the top of his voice.

The desire to survive is overwhelming.

But the more he walked, the weaker his legs became. He was afraid that Niu Kuyin would jump out of the coffin and bite him. After six rounds of frightened walking, his legs were already trembling and weak.

He respectfully put the mourning stick back into the distance, turned his head to look at Uncle Niu, saw Uncle Niu nodded, and returned to the crowd with soft calves.

The second one to go to mourn was Wang Liang.

She and Wang Dan should have discussed it, and they were also wearing filial piety clothes, crying and turning around honestly. However, after six laps, Wang Liang was in better condition than Wang Dan, and she was still able to walk in a straight line when she came back.

After Wang Jing came back, Jiang Jichu not only didn't wear filial piety clothes, but approached the spirit table with a knife in his hand.

He seemed to have no other expression except for a stern face. When the mourning stick was hit on his body, he didn't seem to have exerted any strength. Every blow seemed to be dealing with official business. A simple "bon voyage".

The surrounding villagers of Niujia Village were shocked by this unorthodox behavior.

"Who is this?"

"I heard they are distant relatives."

"Isn't this disrespectful!"

"Could it be that there was an enmity with Old Niu during his lifetime?"

Jiang Jichu turned a deaf ear to it, and put the mourning stick on the spirit table after six laps, and it was over.

But Niu Kuyin in the coffin was always quiet, he didn't know if it was not good to be a monster in front of everyone, or he dared not speak out against Jiang Jichu.

Xie Ji didn't want to cry for Niu Kuyin at first, anyway, he and Jiang Jichu lived in the same room at night, if Niu Kuyin retaliated because of mourning, he would not be able to avoid him, so he also walked to the altar wearing a normal suit.

He picked up the mourning stick and looked at it briefly.

In traditional funeral culture, mourning sticks are also called mourning sticks. In ancient times, hollow bamboo sticks were often used, which can be inserted on the grave of the deceased to judge whether the deceased is resurrected.

The stick prepared by Uncle Niu was one meter long and covered with white paper, like a whisk used by a Taoist priest.

Xie Ji walked six laps around the spirit table, and on the last lap, he said "Be a good man in the next life", and then put the stick back on the table.

He glanced at the coffin.

Still no movement.

If there is no movement, there will be no movement. Anyway, come early or late.

The mourning went very peacefully, there were no twists and turns except that Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu caused Uncle Niu's black face and discussions with the villagers.

Ban Sui felt at ease, he imitated Wang Dan, dressed in filial piety and came to the mourning table, took a step with the mourning stick and started to cry.

But before he could squeeze out his first tear, the white paper on the mourning stick suddenly fell down.

Holding his bare stick, he looked at Uncle Niu blankly.

The next moment, the spirit table collapsed, and the incense burner with photos of the spirit seat rolled to the ground.

Ban Sui's foot was hit by an apple, so frightened he threw the mourning stick and sat on the ground, keeping his hands and feet on the ground and crazily backing away.

He hadn't taken a few steps back when his back was hit numb by something the size of a finger.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, the darkness pressed down on him.