Chapter 251 Infinite Streaming: Saving the Crazy Beauty 10
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Shan Bu Yu Shi Er
It seems to be a tradition in the village to cut off the power at night. Every household has a candle to light at night, but the mourning hall is already weird. After lighting three large white candles, the candlelight flickers, making it even more eerie.
Jinchen ignored He Xun who was still stamping his feet behind him and was dissatisfied. He led Nan Yu into the mourning hall first.
The coffin was still there unharmed, but all the blood had been sucked out of the middle-aged man's body. The corpse was deflated, with his eyes wide open, bloodshot and red, as if he was dead.
The color of the paper man became more vivid, especially the almond-like eyes, which were vivid and seemed to be about to smile in the next second.
Jinchen discovered that since the two of them came in, no matter how they moved around, the paper man's sudden appearance of large ink-dotted pupils followed them and stared at them.
"Jinchen, look here."
Nan Yu didn't know when he rushed behind the coffin and squatted down. There were a few bricks placed there. They were originally used to support the feet of the coffin, but now they were placed in a mess, and the coffin was directly touching the ground.
He picked up two bricks and said, "Someone moved the coffin. This thing may raise the body."
Jinchen came closer and carefully studied the material of the coffin. The yin and yang heads of the fir coffin were all of a normal structure. Only the tightly fitting mortise and tenon strips at the bottom were pulled out.
He did not forget that this village emphasized spiritual energy and natural resources. After death, he was not buried in the ground but hung in a coffin in the mountains and forests. Therefore, from the time the body was put into the coffin to the time it was hung up, the coffin was not allowed to fall to the ground.
"It seems like... this man was suffocated to death in a coffin?"
Nan Yu said again, he pulled Jin Chen down and squatted together, pointing to both sides of the corpse in the coffin.
Fingerprints, messy and urgent bloody fingerprints, seemed to show the owner's despair of trying to escape but being unable to shake the coffin lid no matter what.
Jinchen thought: "Looking at the behavior and attitude of his relatives just now, it doesn't look like they could suffocate him directly in the coffin."
Unless everyone in this village has extraordinary acting skills.
"Maybe he's not a human being."
Nan Yu threw away the brick, clapped his hands, supported his chin with both hands, tilted his head to look at Jin Chen, and made a face, "Like Ah Piao."
Amused by his quirky appearance, Jin Chen touched the top of his head. Nan Yu didn't resist at all, just rubbed his head along the way, his eyebrows creasing with laughter.
Suddenly, the two people looking at each other felt intense gazes at the same time.
He quickly stood up and turned around, and saw three colorful paper children who had moved behind them at some point. The smile at the corner of his mouth widened by two points, and his hands made a pinching gesture.
But they stopped when they looked over.
"Oh, I want to carry out a sneak attack."
Nan Yu narrowed his eyes and picked up the candle on the wall.
Everyone outside the mourning hall saw Nan Yu pick up a candle and approach. The paper man's body immediately ignited, and the flames filled the air.
But at this moment, a mist spread out from the burning flames of the paper figures and enveloped the entire mourning hall.
After the fog dissipated, only the ashes of the paper figures remained.
Jinchen and the two disappeared.
Zhao Ling and others stood up in shock, their eyes widened.
"No, gone...!"
Bai Yi was frightened and stuttered even more.
"Could it be that they... did something they shouldn't have done and are already dead?" He Xun asked tentatively.
Zhao Ling shook his head, "Perhaps a side mission was triggered. That's Nan Yu, he won't die so easily."
This answer was easier for them to accept. Bai Yi nodded, patted his chest and sat down again, "I... think so too!"
He Xun bit his lip and looked at the mourning hall with unclear eyes.
Zhou Zheng frowned, "We'll wait until their time changes. If they don't come back, we'll change the group of people to go in."
Everyone nodded and stared at the mourning hall in unison.
Following their eyes, the ashes of the paper figures were blown away by the wind and dissipated into the darkness with the night fog.
In fact, Jinchen and the two did trigger another scene.
But what they saw seemed to be different.
The fog dissipated, and Jinchen found himself standing on the path across from the wine shop. Opposite him was a building he had never seen before. It was antique and looked to have seen some age.
He looked to both sides, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the huge village, and Nan Yu was not with him either. There was a gray fog all around, so he could only walk inside.
"The divine sacrifice begins! Bai Ling rises!"
Suddenly a man's voice shouted.
Jinchen was like an outsider, like he was in a dream. No one could see him, but he saw the scene in front of him clearly.
In the inner courtyard of the building, countless white silk ribbons floated up. Dozens of women wearing strange costumes were barefoot and had long hair scattered. They slowly pulled the hanging white silk ribbons and put their heads in. It was desolate and desperate.
On both sides of the inner courtyard are white candles that are constantly shaking, as well as three animals and incense commonly used for sacrifices.
"Three animals died, and the tribute girls died!"
Another male voice shouted.
Three big men walked in from the door, each holding a big knife. They were also wearing strange clothes, but their fate was very different from those of the women.
The leading man looked at one of the women from afar.
From the angle Jin Chen looked at, he could clearly see that the woman was asking the man for help. Although she was speechless, her tears did not stop.
But the man turned his face away, as if he hadn't seen anything. Together with the other two, he raised the knife high and chopped off the heads of the three living animals.
At the same time, Bai Ling was pulled up, and the women were strangled by their necks and pulled into the air, unable to resist.
After an unknown amount of time, one of the white silk ribbons broke and fell with a woman on it, falling to the ground covered with spells.
Others rushed in. They helped the woman up, shouting that the gods would appear and send down a spirit girl for the Wushan tribe.
Jinchen carefully recognized the woman's face, and gradually came face to face with the wrinkled face of the wine shop's grandmother.
The man who was the leader and chopped off with the knife was the face of Ava Lao Si in the coffin.
The woman who looked at him from a distance, like other women, was hanging on Bai Ling alive.
But the others didn't seem to care, or maybe they had become accustomed to it, and they left surrounded by the young grandma.
The illusion ended here, and the fog enveloped the inner courtyard again. In the hazy moment, Jin Chen seemed to see the women still struggling, and finally everything fell silent.
His eyes gradually turned dark, and he understood that the scene was about to change, and his heart felt a little heavy.
Human sacrifice is twisted and cruel.
"Jinchen..."
Nan Yu's call came to my ears, it seemed far yet close, and it was like a layer of fog, but I could hear the urgency and helplessness in his tone.
Jinchen opened his eyes again, the fog dissipated, and he saw a new scene. Nan Yu was huddled in the corner, with tears in his eyes. The red dagger fell to the ground, and another wound was opened on his arm.
"Nanyu!"
Jin Chen hurriedly rushed to his side, hugged him into his arms, tore off his clothes and tied up the bleeding wound. He didn't care much and used his spiritual power to repair him.
This time the wound was still made by himself, but he had a vague feeling that maybe Nan Yu couldn't control it.
"Jinchen..."
Nan Yu noticed that he was coming, her eyes widened slightly, and she curled up into his arms, extremely obedient, "You..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed in the next second.
Jinchen ignored He Xun who was still stamping his feet behind him and was dissatisfied. He led Nan Yu into the mourning hall first.
The coffin was still there unharmed, but all the blood had been sucked out of the middle-aged man's body. The corpse was deflated, with his eyes wide open, bloodshot and red, as if he was dead.
The color of the paper man became more vivid, especially the almond-like eyes, which were vivid and seemed to be about to smile in the next second.
Jinchen discovered that since the two of them came in, no matter how they moved around, the paper man's sudden appearance of large ink-dotted pupils followed them and stared at them.
"Jinchen, look here."
Nan Yu didn't know when he rushed behind the coffin and squatted down. There were a few bricks placed there. They were originally used to support the feet of the coffin, but now they were placed in a mess, and the coffin was directly touching the ground.
He picked up two bricks and said, "Someone moved the coffin. This thing may raise the body."
Jinchen came closer and carefully studied the material of the coffin. The yin and yang heads of the fir coffin were all of a normal structure. Only the tightly fitting mortise and tenon strips at the bottom were pulled out.
He did not forget that this village emphasized spiritual energy and natural resources. After death, he was not buried in the ground but hung in a coffin in the mountains and forests. Therefore, from the time the body was put into the coffin to the time it was hung up, the coffin was not allowed to fall to the ground.
"It seems like... this man was suffocated to death in a coffin?"
Nan Yu said again, he pulled Jin Chen down and squatted together, pointing to both sides of the corpse in the coffin.
Fingerprints, messy and urgent bloody fingerprints, seemed to show the owner's despair of trying to escape but being unable to shake the coffin lid no matter what.
Jinchen thought: "Looking at the behavior and attitude of his relatives just now, it doesn't look like they could suffocate him directly in the coffin."
Unless everyone in this village has extraordinary acting skills.
"Maybe he's not a human being."
Nan Yu threw away the brick, clapped his hands, supported his chin with both hands, tilted his head to look at Jin Chen, and made a face, "Like Ah Piao."
Amused by his quirky appearance, Jin Chen touched the top of his head. Nan Yu didn't resist at all, just rubbed his head along the way, his eyebrows creasing with laughter.
Suddenly, the two people looking at each other felt intense gazes at the same time.
He quickly stood up and turned around, and saw three colorful paper children who had moved behind them at some point. The smile at the corner of his mouth widened by two points, and his hands made a pinching gesture.
But they stopped when they looked over.
"Oh, I want to carry out a sneak attack."
Nan Yu narrowed his eyes and picked up the candle on the wall.
Everyone outside the mourning hall saw Nan Yu pick up a candle and approach. The paper man's body immediately ignited, and the flames filled the air.
But at this moment, a mist spread out from the burning flames of the paper figures and enveloped the entire mourning hall.
After the fog dissipated, only the ashes of the paper figures remained.
Jinchen and the two disappeared.
Zhao Ling and others stood up in shock, their eyes widened.
"No, gone...!"
Bai Yi was frightened and stuttered even more.
"Could it be that they... did something they shouldn't have done and are already dead?" He Xun asked tentatively.
Zhao Ling shook his head, "Perhaps a side mission was triggered. That's Nan Yu, he won't die so easily."
This answer was easier for them to accept. Bai Yi nodded, patted his chest and sat down again, "I... think so too!"
He Xun bit his lip and looked at the mourning hall with unclear eyes.
Zhou Zheng frowned, "We'll wait until their time changes. If they don't come back, we'll change the group of people to go in."
Everyone nodded and stared at the mourning hall in unison.
Following their eyes, the ashes of the paper figures were blown away by the wind and dissipated into the darkness with the night fog.
In fact, Jinchen and the two did trigger another scene.
But what they saw seemed to be different.
The fog dissipated, and Jinchen found himself standing on the path across from the wine shop. Opposite him was a building he had never seen before. It was antique and looked to have seen some age.
He looked to both sides, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the huge village, and Nan Yu was not with him either. There was a gray fog all around, so he could only walk inside.
"The divine sacrifice begins! Bai Ling rises!"
Suddenly a man's voice shouted.
Jinchen was like an outsider, like he was in a dream. No one could see him, but he saw the scene in front of him clearly.
In the inner courtyard of the building, countless white silk ribbons floated up. Dozens of women wearing strange costumes were barefoot and had long hair scattered. They slowly pulled the hanging white silk ribbons and put their heads in. It was desolate and desperate.
On both sides of the inner courtyard are white candles that are constantly shaking, as well as three animals and incense commonly used for sacrifices.
"Three animals died, and the tribute girls died!"
Another male voice shouted.
Three big men walked in from the door, each holding a big knife. They were also wearing strange clothes, but their fate was very different from those of the women.
The leading man looked at one of the women from afar.
From the angle Jin Chen looked at, he could clearly see that the woman was asking the man for help. Although she was speechless, her tears did not stop.
But the man turned his face away, as if he hadn't seen anything. Together with the other two, he raised the knife high and chopped off the heads of the three living animals.
At the same time, Bai Ling was pulled up, and the women were strangled by their necks and pulled into the air, unable to resist.
After an unknown amount of time, one of the white silk ribbons broke and fell with a woman on it, falling to the ground covered with spells.
Others rushed in. They helped the woman up, shouting that the gods would appear and send down a spirit girl for the Wushan tribe.
Jinchen carefully recognized the woman's face, and gradually came face to face with the wrinkled face of the wine shop's grandmother.
The man who was the leader and chopped off with the knife was the face of Ava Lao Si in the coffin.
The woman who looked at him from a distance, like other women, was hanging on Bai Ling alive.
But the others didn't seem to care, or maybe they had become accustomed to it, and they left surrounded by the young grandma.
The illusion ended here, and the fog enveloped the inner courtyard again. In the hazy moment, Jin Chen seemed to see the women still struggling, and finally everything fell silent.
His eyes gradually turned dark, and he understood that the scene was about to change, and his heart felt a little heavy.
Human sacrifice is twisted and cruel.
"Jinchen..."
Nan Yu's call came to my ears, it seemed far yet close, and it was like a layer of fog, but I could hear the urgency and helplessness in his tone.
Jinchen opened his eyes again, the fog dissipated, and he saw a new scene. Nan Yu was huddled in the corner, with tears in his eyes. The red dagger fell to the ground, and another wound was opened on his arm.
"Nanyu!"
Jin Chen hurriedly rushed to his side, hugged him into his arms, tore off his clothes and tied up the bleeding wound. He didn't care much and used his spiritual power to repair him.
This time the wound was still made by himself, but he had a vague feeling that maybe Nan Yu couldn't control it.
"Jinchen..."
Nan Yu noticed that he was coming, her eyes widened slightly, and she curled up into his arms, extremely obedient, "You..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed in the next second.
