Yama Rising - 783

The sky was very dark, and the originally gloomy Huangjia Tulou, under this sky, looked like night.

Qin Ye slowly walked downstairs, and when he appeared, everyone was stunned, then raised their heads and looked at him directly.

“Are you… still alive?” The old man nearest to him stood up tremblingly on crutches, his voice was fluttering, his face was shocked: “Two days…two days before the Winter Festival, you…you It’s not dead yet!”

“It’s impossible…” On the other side, Huang Xiaoqing also walked over, her throat twitched lightly, and her hand holding the railing became dead white: “It’s been two days… You haven’t died? You… even Go to the second floor?”

“How is it possible?” “I have never been… someone who can survive in two days…” “How could…”

Every villager came over. Qin Yehao picked up the phone and looked at it in his spare time.

Eight in the morning.

“Nothing is impossible.” Putting away the phone, he calmly looked at everyone: “I want to know…Where is Huang Jiansen.”

These words made the boiling crowd quiet down instantly. After a long time, Huang Xiaoqing leisurely lit a cigarette, spit out the smoke ring, and said lightly: “Dead.”

died?

Qin Ye frowned again. According to his thoughts, Huang Jiansen was the head of the village, someone who was familiar with everything in the whole village, and he was most likely to become that heinous soul. However, he was dead?

How can this be?

“How could he… die?” Qin Ye looked at Huang Xiaoqing in disbelief, “According to the county annals, he lived for more than three hundred and forty years, how could he die?”

“I’m afraid you read it wrong.” The old man who had been lying on the wicker chair before coughing like a zombie said: “Huang Jiansen…In the history of Huangjiacun, this name has appeared four times. The same name is only the first. The second time was the second village head. The last time was the current village head. Do you think he lived for more than a thousand years?”

Qin Ye was silent.

Do you have the same name… He raised his head and glanced at everyone on the scene: “I want to know what he had in his lifetime, what can I do?”

The old man smiled. His gaze was very calm, very calm, as if life and death were completely disregarded. He gently shook the fan in the big winter, and said like a dead man: “If it is other time, there is no way. But… now is the Winter Clothes Festival.”

“A week before the Winter Clothes Festival in 1999, Huang Jiansen… just hanged in that room.” He pointed to the top of his head: “204, if you are not afraid of death… just go up and try…”

204… Qin Ye nodded and walked toward the second floor again.

The decryption of this “game” is getting more and more solved, and there are more and more clues. After the second day, he has more initiative.

204…Walking all the way down the second floor, he finally saw Room 204, not only the windows but also the door was nailed down. A fist opened the wooden plank blocking the door, and a rancid smell of years immediately welled out.

Huang Family Tulou, so far, he has not seen any living things other than human beings.

Such a big locust tree, without birds, is like a tomb early in the morning. There are no insects, not to mention cats and dogs. He didn’t even see any mice in this room.

The light was terribly dim, and the dim sunlight was thrown in from the window, and the dust flying up and down could be seen vaguely. Following these faint rays of light, you can see the room clearly. The cabinets, chairs, desks, and daily necessities that collapsed in all directions were covered with dust. In the 1980s/90s, the “only one good” basin was filled with rubbish. Dilapidated like a haunted house.

These things couldn’t attract Qin Ye’s attention at all, and they really caught him… the whole room, including the doors and windows, was all pasted with yellow talisman paper!

These rune papers have not known how many years have passed, and they are covered with dust. Quietly posted on the wall. Qin Ye walked over and took a look, the corners of his eyes twitched lightly.

These talisman papers… actually linger with a touch of true spirit!

The age is untestable, but for at least a few decades, there is still this kind of innocence…The person who put the talisman paper on it is probably the same level as him!

Fujun… Someone has been here!

He didn’t tear off any one. In such a place, all actions must be cautious. Instead, he gently picked up one and looked at it carefully.

On the above Fulu, dragons and phoenix dance, Zhen Qi and Yin Qi are completely different power systems, and he can’t understand what’s written on it. But below, there is a seal. Blow away the dust on it, you can clean it and see: the golden seal of Empowerment Pujue Guangci Daguoji, the golden seal of eleven characters!

“This is…” Qin Ye was stunned, looked around in disbelief, and muttered, “Guo Shi?”

“This is the national teacher?” Quan Jinghao’s mouth opened into an “O” shape: “The national teacher has been here? Why did you confiscated the female ghost?”

Qin Ye laughed, Chu Renmei was also a mansion, and even his badass felt troublesome. Human palace monarchs are inherently disadvantaged in the face of Li ghosts, how to accept them?

“The national teacher of the Qing Dynasty. And it is the first generation of the national teacher of the Qing Dynasty.” Qin Ye put down the talisman, desperately searching for the owner of the golden seal in his mind, and said in a deep voice: “The fourteenth chapter Jiahu Tuktu, In the forty-five year of Kangxi, he was entrusted as an initiating Pujue Guangci Great State Master. He has served in three dynasties and is a remarkable figure.”

“My lord, how did you know?”

Qin Ye calmly said: “The national teachers of the past dynasties are all members of the guardian gods and guards. There has never been an exception. For this kind of thing, the Special Investigation Office has a lot of information.”

He looked at the whole room, the national teacher was nothing, and his purpose here was nothing more than immortality. But…what are these talisman used for?

Suppression?

Impossible. In the Qing Dynasty, Chu people were not born in beauty. This is a land abandoned by the gods. The people inside can’t get out at all. What is he suppressing?

And… he can barely be called well-informed now. There are no one hundred and eighty types of talisman to suppress Li ghosts. He always feels… these talisman are very different from the suppression talisman he has seen.

This difference is not the difference in drawing, but the kind. If the Fuluo that suppresses Li Gui is called Hua Guozi, then the other Fulu is a kind of Hua Guozi, it is just that the characters are different. For example, this sentence of suppression talisman is “suppression of Ligui”, and the other sentence is “evil spirit super power”. Even if the characters are different, you will know the same system at first glance, which is the square character.

But… the Fulu here is like replacing Hua Guozi with ABC, obviously not a system.

Is it a brand new puzzle… He took out his phone, took a photo of the talisman, and threw it to Quan Jinghao: “You go out now, you are a ghost, and you should not be found by the concierge. Go to Anjing Village and release the robin , Informed the scholars think tank that the most proficient master of Fulu came immediately and said…I have an urgent matter to summon.”

“Yes.”

Boom… The door closed gently, and Quan Jinghao left. Qin Ye walked two steps in the room, grabbing his hand, and an incense burner appeared in his hand.

“Wait a moment…No matter what happens, you will block it for me.” He looked at Liu Changmin deeply, and the other nodded vigorously.

He placed the incense burner in the center, and did not start immediately, but closed his eyes and rested, adjusting his spirit to the highest peak.

The words of the old man on the first floor: A week before the Winter Clothes Festival in 1999, Huang Jiansen was hanged in that room. If you are not afraid of death… just go up and try.

He doesn’t seem to have any extravagant hopes about being alive, and his words are kept as short as possible. However, Qin Ye understood.

Try? try what?

A week before the Winter Clothes Festival, Huang Jiansen hanged here. So…today, it is also within his first seven.

Only one can try.

spiritualism!

Ten minutes later, Qin Ye opened his eyes, his breath was restrained, and Gu Jing was waveless. With a light stroke of his hand, the incense on the incense burner suddenly ignited a little ghost fire and slowly burned.

Buzz… Buzz… The room seemed so quiet that sparks could be heard bursting. Ten seconds, thirty seconds…50 seconds, just a minute later…Suddenly there was a number of pops, and all the windows were suddenly closed! The room is completely dark!

Although the wooden boards were nailed, the window was still facing outwards, and suddenly closed at this moment, and the entire room lost all sources of light. It’s like being in hell. In the next second… a frantic sound of brushing and lala sounded, coming from all directions, getting louder and louder!

That was… the sound of the talisman paper lifting up, shaking desperately.

The doors and windows are all closed, and there is no room with a little wind.

“My lord…” Liu Changmin looked at everything around him in a daze: “Have you recruited?”

“It’s not him!!” Qin Ye looked around with very vigilant eyes: “It’s her… she’s here… it’s Chu Renmei.”

“It turns out that this is what the old man said “not afraid of death”…wait…”

He narrowed his eyes.

The beginning of the movie The Old Corpse in Mountain Village is also a soul-calling!

Reality and movie fit perfectly at a certain moment!

Swipe! The incense flame suddenly rose to a height of one meter. Behind the flames, Chu’s beautiful deep blue robe and hideous face suddenly appeared in the darkness.

“Dead!!!” Just when she appeared, her facial features were instantly distorted, her blood basin suddenly opened, and her hair rushed like a tide. However, the target was not Qin Ye, it was just Xiang case.

Rumble…At this moment, the entire Huang Family Tulou was covered with clouds.

Clouds gathered from all directions, forming a 100-meter cloud hole above the earth building, and the ridges of lightning flashed in like a lightning absorber in the cloud hole, rushing in. In less than ten seconds, a gushing thunderball was formed, which was uncertain.

“Bold.” Qin Ye snorted coldly, a chain from his sleeves flew out, hooked the incense burner first, and flew in front of him. At the same time, the seal was quickly formed in his hand. In the room, a cloud of wind condenses, and an illusory figure is unfolding.

The soul of Huang Jiansen!

“Zi——!!!” As soon as the soul appeared, Chu Renmei screamed, and the tsunami-like hair suddenly formed a giant hand, grabbing Qin Yetian Linggai. However, at the same time, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, a loud noise, and the entire earth building was trembling!

“This is…” Qin Ye blinked, and suddenly remembered some of Tongtong’s words.

There is a system… whoever does something inconsistent will be greeted by thunderstorms.

This is the rule of God’s Abandoned Land.

But now… he looked at the censer floating in front of him, then looked at the censer suddenly stopped, his face was distorted and angry, but he never dared to be more beautiful…

“You… seem to have done something wrong?” Qin Ye pressed his handprints together and stared at the other side firmly: “You violated the heavenly rule here, and the sky thunder descended… why?”

“It’s not because you want to shoot at me, after all, it’s not once or twice. That’s…”

He took a deep breath, and the hand seal was over, and an illusory spirit body had already walked out of the void.

“Because Huang Jiansen.”

“God thinks, you can’t meet him?”