Copper Coins

The top of this house is extraordinarily high, more than half a foot higher than an ordinary gate house.

There is a threshold in front of the door, but there are many twisted and twisted characters engraved on the edge, and some nails are nailed at the corners. The whole wooden threshold is not known to have been spilled by some blood, and maybe it is simply in the blood. Soaked, the wood color is extremely deep and always a little tide, exuding the smell of blood rust over the years, looming in the corpse gas saved in the house, and some are nauseating.

There are no unusually large wooden windows on both sides of the room, and only two air vents are opened on top of the extremely high wall, like two narrow and small holes.

Because the transom is too small, there is very little light in the room, and it is always dark and wet. People who are close to it will feel extremely uncomfortable, let alone expect to see the appearance of the room at a glance.

Xue Xian frowned, raised his hands and slaps in front of the nose twice, and found that to no avail, he was paralyzed and held his breath silently. He glanced left and right, and saw a letter hanging on both sides of the door, but it was too old, and he had long lost his arms and legs.

He carefully identified for a long time, only to find such eight characters-Yin people travel, Yang people avoid.

A little familiar ...

Xue Xian turned his head and looked at Xuan Merci inquiringly.

With Yi Xuan's disposition, letting him open his mouth to speak in such an environment might be better than death, a hundred. So Xue Xian took a sigh of relief, and as soon as he finished talking with his eyes, he felt that his wrist hanging on his side was pinched and lifted, and Xuan Merci made a few strokes with his fingers in his palm without expression— Corpse shop.

Dead shop?

Xue Xian has heard of this name. It is said that there is a kind of craftsman in the Xiangjiang River who takes the dead and rushes the people who died in other places to his hometown for burial. They have always travelled only at night, and they must be avoided during the day. And this journey is not easy, and it is not possible to reach it overnight. If it encounters rain or snow, it will have to delay for several days on the road. So every few dozens of this area, there will be places for cadavers and corpses to rest from the rain, called corpses.

Xue Xian has little contact with such things, so he doesn't know much about them, but in his impression, it is said that cadavers are also particular about taking care of them. Most of them bring them back when the corpse is not rotten, otherwise they would not leave. Wherever I get dirty, I do n’t need to say that the rotten carrion and rotten worms fall. Just this long-lasting taste is enough for people to drink a pot. Who can bear it?

Therefore, this corpse shop has such a strong flavor that it is really a bit unusual.

Xue Xiansheng covered his mouth and nose relentlessly, his face turned green for a moment, or he stepped into the door like a rush, and turned his head subconsciously and glanced at Xuan Xuan.

At first glance, Xuan Merci's face was so calm, except that there was a slight aversion to smell and filth between her tight brows, and there was almost no other reaction. But Xue Xian read a little helplessness from his dark and silent eyes.

When he just saw the emotion that was under his eyes, Xue Xian wanted to laugh. This is not an interesting thing, but the contrast is a bit funny when placed on Xuan Merci. But before he smiled, he suddenly realized a problem—

Xuan Mercy used to be quiet, and his emotions were deeply suppressed and impenetrable. Others often explore for a long time, and it is difficult to figure out the taste of others from his eyes. Even Xue Xian always had trouble seeing his mood and thoughts. However, now he can capture some emotions of Xuan compassion.

Don't even deliberately think about it, as if to appreciate that emotion is a natural thing ...

As soon as he thought of it naturally, Xue Xian suddenly responded—copper!

Because of the implication of that bunch of copper coins.

After all, that kind of implication has become even closer because of being used again, and even this subtle emotion can be passed on to Xue Xian.

Xue Xian's smile suddenly became complicated. After all, this implication is not good or bad-if it is deep enough, maybe even he can't tell whether he is happy because he is really happy or because he is affected by the emotion of the other party. And it ’s deepened; if it ’s sad, is it because the emotions of the other side are superimposed and doubled.

The most terrible thing is that Xuan Mian ’s response was passed on to him. Will his emotions and feelings also be passed on to Xuan Mian? Including a certain impulse?

That would be too confusing.

Just thinking about it, Xue Xian felt that this old face could be eliminated.

He wondered about this change after telling Xuan Mian from going out, can it be cut off or cut off, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

As soon as Xue Xiangang returned to God, he saw Xuan Mian looking at him, and seemed to think that he had a weird expression that was about to smile halfway.

"Nothing." He waved his hand and said subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes silently, only to feel that all his seven tricks had ascended to heaven.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

This room was even more empty than Xue Xian imagined. To be precise, the entire room was almost empty, let alone the tables and chairs, and there was no stone pier to sit on. Taking advantage of the little light leaking from the skylight, Xue Xian walked along the four walls.

Compared to the center of an empty room, there are more famous on these four walls. As you can see, the palm-shaped semi-circular iron hoop was tightly or sparsely nailed on both sides, nailed to the stone wall on both sides, and a small bend arched in the middle.

This hoop is always nailed two side by side, then one person wide apart, and then two side by side, so it is usually nailed a full circle on the four walls.

Xue Xian stared at the hoop for a moment, and saw some of the scraped hemp rope broken on some of them, only then understood the role of the hoop-about when the corpseman was resting here, he would Place the standing corpse against the wall, and fasten the corpse against the wall with hemp ropes.

On the one hand, to prevent the body from falling to the ground, on the other hand, it can also prevent the corpse from rising.

Only soon, Xue Xian's steps were a meal.

I saw a trace of blood on the hoop in front of me. I didn't know if it was rushed or splashed. The only problem was that the blood was wet and sticky. At first glance, it was just left.

Xue Xian did not lift his head, reached out and patted Xuan Mercy, pointed to the hoop in front of himself, motioned him to see the blood.

Xuan Mian's brows frowned slightly, and then quickly unfolded. He nodded the corner of the room where he had just stood.

Xue Xian glanced down his fingers and faintly saw a piece of hemp rope and some paper **** on the ground. He just thought that it was all the debris left by the corpse maker. He didn't feel any problem, so he didn't take a closer look and walked away.

However, since Xuan Merci pointed out specifically, it shows that it is not so simple. Xue Xian thought for a while, but didn't think of a reason, so he obediently stretched out his hand, spreading his palms in front of Xuan Merci.

Xuanyi hesitated, still raising his hand and sketching in his palm.

"Remove the array." After all, the wording on the palm is not easy to understand directly, and it is not convenient to write too complicated, so the three words were written concisely.

What the original name of this game was, can no longer be considered. Anyway, after Xuan Merci wrote it, Xue Xian already knew its role-just like the way that the person who disappeared instantly in Lian Jiangshan, someone in this room had borrowed the position and transferred it in place. Before they chase.

One after another, nine out of ten people walking here are Xue Xian chasing.

just……

Xuan Merci wrote on the palm of Xue Xian: More than one person.

Xue Xian walked to the seemingly inconspicuous twine and paper ball, and squatted down. The corpse accumulated on the ground for many years was even more unpleasant. Xue Xian could not help but frowned and covered his nose and mouth.

When he was close to the ground, he found that people had drawn a circle with blood on the ground, and hemp rope was coiled around the circle. The paper **** were runes of blood soaked and dried, which seemed disorderly but orderly. The ground was pressed around the blood.

In addition, Xue Xian also saw a few other things--

Just beside the seam on the corner outside the blood circle, a few slender needles rolled down, and the needles were stained with dark blood, almost integrated with the ground. If you don't look carefully, you will definitely not see it.

There are too many uses of this slender silver needle, but in such a damp environment of the corpse store, contacting Lu Yanqi's "sudden disappearance" previously, Xue Xian only thought of one of them-

Some warlocks, in some situations that require adventure, will replace them with corpses.

The so-called corpse general is to do some hands and feet on the corpse of the dead person, and let them "regenerate". At first glance, it seems that ordinary people are actually controlled by warlocks and have no will.

At the critical moment, when the silver needle was pulled out, it became a corpse again, and the dead will never appear in the results of Lu Fuqi Fufu.

If that's the case, it's self-evident who the warlock is.

Now that he has reached such a situation, only a few steps away from seeing the culprit, Xue Xian naturally will not stop there. He simply yanked the hand next to Xuan Merci, and wrote in his palm: Can this time still be used?

Xuan Mian replied: Chase?

Xue Xian nodded.

Xuan Merci knew it, and wrote: "The array has been abandoned, but it can be restored."

After writing, he made a stroke on his finger, squeezed some blood, and dripped on the pieces of paper in order in a strange order.

A few sullen drops of blood dropped, and the blood clot that had almost solidified turned slightly bright, and seemed to come back to life.

Xuan Mian beckoned Xue Xue, beckoning him to advance.

This blood circle is very narrow. It was just one person standing in, presumably the people who had previously left one by one.

Xue Xian stood in the circle, originally planning to take a step first, but when he looked up, he glanced at Xuan Mian's frown slightly.

Yi Xuan's fierce temperament was a bit of a torture in this room. So Xue Xian didn't want to, at the moment when Xuan Mian was in the battle, he reached out and dragged him into the blood.

He was quite strong, Xuan Mian was caught by him by surprise, and his foot was unstable when he entered the circle, almost hitting him all over.

The whole blood circle suddenly rolled up a wind knife, and with a long beep, the surrounding area changed instantly. Just as the place changed, Xue Xian regretted his move a bit—

Xuanyin's inertia in the collision was extremely large, and the two of them were almost half-half holding several steps.

Xue Xian only felt that his back "banged" against the hard stone wall of the rubble, and Xuan Merci was heavily pressed by inertia and hit him.

The shoulders were slammed twice with sharp rocks, and the pain spread all at once. Even Xue Xian, unprepared to hit a full back injury, couldn't help snoring. It was just that the back of the head that was most easily hit did not contain any gravel, but instead hit a relatively soft thing, cushioning the force.

Xue Xian stunned for a while before reacting, and before hitting the stone wall, Xuan Merc subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect him. And behind his head was the hand of mystery.