Gamers Are Fierce

Dozens of demonized villagers had already climbed halfway up the mountain at this moment. As soon as they stood firm, they bent their backs and fired bone spurs towards the two living people.

"go."

With a swing of his club, Li Ang swept away an oncoming bone spur, grabbed the door, and rushed toward the woodland on the left side of the hillside.

Wang Congshan quickly followed, and the two rushed into the forest and went straight to the Hiratsuka residence along the mountain road.

The interior of the Hiratsuka Mansion is also like Hyakki Yakou, a large number of strange ghosts crawling out from all corners, roaring maniacally and attacking each other, desperately tearing the moving objects within the line of sight to pieces.

The more Li Ang and Wang Congshan moved forward, the greater the resistance they encountered. Just as they were about to fall into the siege, the human head lantern suddenly burst into light.

The candlelight stretched upwards for more than one meter, emitting a strong light, creating a long shadow behind the demon who leaped around, causing the shadow to fight fiercely with its body.

Open a path for two players.

Correspondingly, the human head candle burns on its own at a very fast rate, and burns most of it in a short breath.

Li Ang had a clear understanding in his heart, raised the lantern high, and led Wang Congshan to run through the front of the Hiratsuka mansion and to the atrium.

As the candle burned out, the two also reached the courtyard.

The ground of the courtyard was full of black, red and blood, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.

The black-haired creature was unharmed, still standing by the well of Guiquan, muttering to himself, muttering, "Zhen Cheng... Yang Yi..."

It was completely invisible that he had killed the demons everywhere.

Wang Congshan took a step forward, took out the mother and child Tibetan wood carving from his pocket, and threw it forward.

The black hairy thing immediately raised its head and stared, instinctively trying to attack, but when it saw the mother and child hiding in the ground, it suddenly stagnated.

I saw it stretched out his hand to catch the mother and child Tibetan wood carvings, stood on the spot, whimpering in bursts, but gave way to the return spring well.

The two players rushed forward without hesitation and jumped into the well of returning.

Climbing the cracks in the walls of the shaft with the palm of your hand, descending rapidly step by step,

The water in the well below is pitch black like ink, swirling slowly like a whirlpool, and the water is faintly mixed with human fingers, eyeballs and even seaweed-like hair.

Li Ang sank into the well water, feeling the direction of the vortex and the strength of the current, and then he knew that the bottom of the well was in a horizontal S-shaped trap.

The so-called well water is actually the water on the bottom of the trap.

Since it is a trap, the other end is where there is no water.

The two players swim a certain distance along the bottom of the water, to the other end of the S-shaped trap, and soon get out of the water and arrive at a spacious underground platform.

With the help of low-light vision ability, the two can vaguely see that this area is round as a whole.

The lower part of the circle, where the two are standing, is a solid ground that can be stepped on.

And the upper part of the circle is a cliff leading to the abyss.

There are torch brackets on the walls on both sides of the entrance of the platform. Li Ang used [burn a finger] to light the torches. With the light of the torches, he could finally see more clearly——

On the ground of the platform where the two of them are located, there are densely packed Jizo stone statues.

The ground at the entrance of the platform is covered with sleepers and steel blocks, a bit like a train track, but narrower than a railway track.

Similar to minecar tracks in a mining area.

This railroad track extends straight ahead, connecting all the way to the cliff,

There are two iron nails on the ground on both sides of the rail end,

Each iron nail is tied with hemp rope and hangs below the cliff.

And a black-haired figure exactly like the one next to Guiquan Well was picking up one of the twine ropes and preparing to wrap it around his waist.

Seeing Li Ang and Wang Congshan appear, the figure visibly shook, speeding up the act of winding the twine.

"do not move."

Wang Congshan shouted, raised the assault rifle and pulled the trigger.

The enchanted bullet was spun out, wiping the feet of the black-haired figure, successfully stopping the opponent.

The two players quickly stepped forward, pulled the figure back from the edge of the cliff, and untied the hemp rope from his waist, but the other party did not even struggle to resist.

Li Ang glanced under the cliff,

I saw the black mist in the abyss churning and stirring, ups and downs, as if something terrifying and indescribable was brewing. Just looking at it made people dizzy and the brain pierced.

Li Ang avoided sight, not looking at the abyss,

It was found that the end of another hemp rope on the edge of the cliff was tied with a metal box, just hanging over the fog, which appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Do you want to end all this?"

Wang Congshan looked at the silent black-haired figure, and said the answer she already knew: "Mr. Folklorist?"

"..."

The figure known as the folklorist trembled visibly, but still stood there and said nothing.

"You still refuse to admit it?"

Wang Congshan sighed and said calmly: "You are the Noh Noodle Master of Yuanke Village, the son of Shuhei Fujimura and Masumi Fujimura.

He is also the father of Tetsuya Ogasawara and Ayaka Ogasawara, and Professor of Folklore at Toyo University who disappeared at the site of Yuanke Village in Okamori Prefecture in 2001, and General Ogasawara. "

The figure suddenly raised his head, the black hair on his face trembling.

"I don't know if you know this pair of scissors."

Wang Congshan saw that the other party had been silent, so she took the scissors from Li Ang's hand, and waved it in her hand, "We used this scissors from the Hiratsuka family mansion to get rid of the torii's bet of the Torii Shrine. Rope seal.

In the shrine that has been abandoned for a long time, we saw a large number of bones that were hugged together in a kimono with no obvious external injuries.

However, one thing is strange.

The so-called seal is naturally to seal off some evil, unknown, and unfortunate things.

However, there are no demons or monsters in the shrine, only a corpse,

On the contrary, it is the Hyakki Yagai everywhere in the village outside the shrine.

So, what exactly is the seal of Torii sealing? "

Wang Congshan paused, seeing that the other party didn’t mean to speak, and continued: “Obviously, the seal of the torii is not aimed at the bones in the shrine.

It is the demons outside the shrine, preventing demons from entering the barrier.

The effect of the enchantment was quite good, and it succeeded in protecting everyone in the shrine when the disaster came.

Unfortunately, all the survivors in the shrine are still dead, dying of hunger and despair. "

The figure trembled all over, and the fluffy and messy hair was shaking up and down.

"Why should you panic?"

Wang Congshan tilted her head in incomprehension, and said calmly: "This Yuanke Village disaster that occurred in July of Showa 54 has nothing to do with you.

Because in terms of age, you were only eight or nine years old.

The real cause of the disaster is the Hiratsuka family, and your mother, Fujimura Masumi..."

"not like this!"

The figure finally spoke. He clenched his fists and breathed heavily, "It's not like this..."

"What's that?"

Wang Congshan has no mood swings. There is no change in her attitude because she plays Ayaka Ogasawara, the daughter of the folklorist Masayuki Ogasawara. She just calmly said: "Do I have to say it?

Your mother, father, brothers, and even everyone in the village died in that disaster because of you..."

"...It's not like that. You don't understand."

Ogasawara took a deep breath, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud bang.

The whole underground space trembles,

The strong dome above that did not know how many tons of soil was carrying had numerous cracks,

A lot of dust fell down, and the entire underground space seemed to collapse in the next second.

"That's too late,"

Ogasawara raised his head and glanced, shaking his arm vigorously, trying to shake off Li Ang's palm, "Go away, get out of here, and I will end it all."

However, Li Ang firmly grasped his wrist, amidst the collapse of the sky, calmly said: "There is still a lot of time. We have plenty of time to understand the truth."

"..."

Ogasawara struggled hard and couldn't get away, so he had to give up the struggle and sighed sadly: "Why are you looking for me..."

Li Ang and Wang Congshan didn't respond. Ogasawara let out a long sigh of relief as if he accepted his fate, and finally spoke, but first told a piece of seemingly unrelated content.

"Mythology is a kind of folk literature. It is a kind of yearning or paralyzing spiritual sustenance produced by ancient humans in order to understand and control nature under difficult living conditions.

Those myths that can be passed down through word of mouth in the long river of history usually have their special features.

Or can satisfy the taste of the people,

Or it can play an instructive role in daily life, so that it is considered valuable and can be passed down for thousands of years-such as filial piety, cherish family members, and keep promises. "

Ogasawara paused for a moment and said, "This is the basic knowledge of folklore, and it is also the basis for folklore scholars to conduct private visits.

We need to understand the local ancestors through legends and stories, and create the material basis and emotional logic of the story in ancient times.

The myth of the origin of Yuanke Village is fairly well-known in the surrounding areas of Gangsen County.

Even after the destruction of Yuanke Village, this mythical story has not completely disappeared.

Instead, Yuanke Village disappeared and became a hot topic in the field of folklore.

You should know this. "

Li Ang and Wang Congshan didn’t say anything. They are not people in this world. They don’t know this.

But this does not prevent Ogasawara from continuing to tell.

"In this mythical story, the samurai's wife died of dystocia during the process of giving birth to the leech. The samurai offered sacrifices to the **** of karma, and with the help of twine, he came to the land of yellow springs to live with his wife. The two sides had a misunderstanding and then Eliminate the misunderstanding, and finally get back together,

The samurai took the children to live on Yuanshan, and every once in a while, he could pass through the hemp rope in the well to meet his wife in the country of Huangquan. "

Ogasawara paused for a while, and said, "There is a key problem in this seemingly satisfying story. That is the leechko born by the samurai couple.

Leech is a child without hands and feet, and it was almost impossible to survive in ancient times.

Even in myths, Izanaki and Izanami, who created Hijima, had to put the leeches on a boat made of reeds after inbreeding and giving birth to leeches, so that they could drift on their own at sea. .

Returning to the original topic, at the end of this Yuanshan story, it only mentioned that the daughters of the samurai grew up and found their husbands-in-law, and established a village on Yuanshan, which later became Yuanke Village.

So, where did the leech go?

If the leech is still alive after birth, why doesn't the samurai ask the **** of karma to also restore the leech to its original state?

If the leech child died, why was there no mention of the existence of leech child in the story in the country of yellow spring?

There is only one answer, and that is Leechko, who was personally dedicated by the samurai to the **** of karma and prayed for help.

Because of this, he is completely absent from the second half of the story. "

Ogasawara said, "This is the biggest problem with this myth.

This chillingly evil myth must originate from a very distant age.

Even some other parts of the story itself are real.

It’s just because it’s too evil and weird to be understood and recognized,

It had to be covered up with seemingly normal myths.

If you have the greatest malice and speculate on the story itself, then it is not difficult to draw a conclusion-

In order to meet his dead wife again, the samurai sacrificed dead leeches to reach the country of yellow springs.

And because of the strangeness of Yuanshan itself, the samurai were reluctant to move out of this place, so they built a village here, where their ancestors lived for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ etc."

Li Ang thought for a while, and pointed to the turbid black mist below the cliff, "You mean, this abyss below Yuanke Village is the country of yellow springs?"

Even if he doesn't use psychic powers, he can feel the ancient and deep evil aura in the abyss below.

If you really look at it carefully with spiritual sense, with the current state of being restrained, I'm afraid it will run out of sanity without looking at it for a few seconds, and you will be completely crazy.

"No,"

Ogasawara looked like he was embracing great fear, glanced at the abyss, and said, "This is just the entrance to the land of yellow springs.

As metaphors in mythology,

Yuanke Village was built above the entrance of Huangquan Kingdom. Only through a certain ritual can the entrance of Huangquan Kingdom be opened.

And through the sacred Zhulian rope, which symbolizes the meaning of connection, arrives at the real country of yellow springs. "