Chapter 3276: Old Man Black Feather

The relationship between nails and soul has a long history. Like hair, it is considered to be the annual ring of life and records everything in a person's past.

Of course, this statement comes from witchcraft, and it is a mysterious legend that spreads all over the world.

From the celestial dynasty to Africa, from South America to Northern Europe, in the mystic legends of many regions, nails are regarded as important materials for casting spells.

However, in Meiman, these traditional things have a different name from magic in the mysterious side, they are called voodoo or witchcraft.

It is very interesting that thousands of years ago, when humans on earth did not have communication or effective means of transportation, the usage of nails was surprisingly similar across the world.

It is regarded as part of the soul.

In the celestial dynasty, there is a traditional curse method that is to collect the nails of the enemy, and then professionals, such as witch doctors or shamans, will perform a set of spell-casting procedures, saying that this will make the enemy ulcerate and sever his children and grandchildren.

When he was a child, Su Ming also heard similar stories from the guardian of the orphanage. He told him that he should put his nails away after he cuts them. It is best to wrap them in paper and burn them. Otherwise, if the nails are eaten by mice, the mice will change. Become another Su Ming, and then kill the real person, it will replace him.

Is it true? I don't know, but at least it sounded scary at the time.

In Northern Europe, the use of nails has become a myth. It is said that Hela has a ship made of nails of the dead, which will transport souls to the Underworld in the dusk of the gods. Only such a soul ship can carry dead souls. Through different countries.

The death knell asked Hela, but unfortunately the goddess of the underworld of 40K Earth does not have the famous ship of death, the Naglfar. She said that playing with other people’s nails is disgusting just thinking about it, let alone bringing it. Shipbuilding.

In South America, the Mayans used blood, hair, nails, or foreskin to sacrifice to gods. Of course, it was kings or nobles who generally enjoyed this treatment. Ordinary slaves cut off their heads to sacrifice, and heroic warriors cut their hearts. Sacrifices are different.

It’s not very popular in North America to play with human nails. Indians like to use animal nails, such as making ‘lucky rabbit’s feet’.

In his previous life, the famous British folklorist Fraser also recorded a lot of things about nails in his witchcraft book "The Golden Branch", telling stories and rituals about nails in places including Britain, France, Russia and Africa.

There is no mysterious legend about nails in Australia, but it is right. Australia was the place of exile for criminals in Britain. After sailing on that long sea road for several months, it is estimated that the criminals in the cell cabin were so bored that they gnawed away their fingernails. .

Even the things that the ancestors didn't have, the offspring naturally didn't.

In short, with the help of the devil, the process of finding the chief is much easier. As a **** creature, it will not completely die outside the dimension of hell, so it uses the claws like branches to stir the **** in the boots. Shouldn't die because of nausea.

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Tired of the ugliness of human nature, he wandered in time for centuries, wandering thousands of miles in the invisible and tangible world, wasting time. 78 Chinese Network

But the loud sound of the broken wall of origin was like a bell, awakening the wanderer who was caught in the journey, so after a period of soaring, he returned to the dimension that once belonged to him.

For a person, being forgotten by others may be one of the scariest things, but if oneself becomes the source of fear, then people will always think of themselves when they are afraid.

With a burst of black feathers falling, an old man with white beard and hair suddenly appeared in an alley. He was wearing a tight leather trench coat with a large feather collar as a decoration. Although he did not look young anymore, his black tall leather The boots seemed full of punk.

In addition, he is holding a round-headed, carved cane, which looks like an English gentleman walking out of a steampunk world.

A ray of red light flashed in his pupils, his eyes scanned the street, and he found his destination. It was an old bookstore on the corner of the street. The lights were still on at this time, like a lighthouse in the dark.

The name of the bookstore is also very interesting, called One Thousand and One Pages.

But obviously the old man didn't know this. He just walked through the deserted street with a cane, and the cold wind at night seemed to go around him. He had a stiff posture, and he shouldn't need a cane at all.

"jingle."

The brass bell on the door rang as the door opened. Behind the counter of the bookstore, a fat boss with glasses put down his mobile phone and looked at the door.

"Mr. Willett?"

"It's Wales, thank you, although it doesn't make a difference." The old man stepped to the counter and shook hands with the shopkeeper in a slightly rusty motion, as if he had never held hands with anyone before. He touched it and said, " We talked on the phone, you know what I'm here for." 166

"Oh, UU reading www.uukanshu.com of course." The shopkeeper walked around the counter, smiling and leading the old man to the bookshelf area in the back row: "Not every day I can meet such a tasteful collector like you, and at the same time I'm still so generous, I've been waiting for your visit."

There is some ink smell in the bookstore, but the used bookstore is different from the library. The most common thing here is the weird smell of the paper after mold.

The second-hand bookstore is more like an antique shop in nature. The difference is that the collections are just a variety of books, and it is a business of reselling cultural relics.

"Oh, thank you so much. The night in Los Angeles is not so peaceful." The old man followed behind the shopkeeper with his hands on his back, looking at the books on the shelves on both sides of the aisle like an ordinary customer.

There is no value, at least ordinary literary ancient books are of no use to him.

"Do you know those things too? Yes, you do have a deep research on fantasy literature." The owner rubbed his belly. After he asked the question, he seemed to think of something. He answered himself and said with a smile. They say that Los Angeles is a transit point between **** and the world, and demons will walk on the streets at night and eat people’s souls like jelly, but I’ve lived here for sixty years. , I have never seen any demons or ghosts."

The shopkeeper stopped. At this moment, the two of them were in the deepest part of the shop. There was a safe. He opened it and took out a wooden box inside. At first glance, it looked very old. It seems that people often play with it.

"Well, maybe it's just a legend, is this what I want?"

The old man stopped talking about angels and demons. He was not interested in those duckweeds without roots because God is dead. What should he pay attention to?

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