Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Strange Text

"Grandpa, is it that only our Yuan family has the soul-calling flag?" I asked, as long as I want to make such a small pennant, I can make hundreds of it casually, which is really not a rare thing. Old Mr. Yuan and my grandfather snorted coldly when they heard the words, and seemed to know what I was thinking, and said in a gloomy voice: "Don't you think my Yuan family's summoning flag is just a small banner? Huh, let me tell you, Qixing If you can find another treasure in the legend, Huangquanpu, you can communicate with the netherworld, break the secrets of heaven, and even find the way of eternal life."

I don't know whether what grandpa said is true or not, but I can't believe anything. A few small triangular flags can communicate with ghosts and break the secret?As for the theory of eternal life, it is even more absurd. Since ancient times, there have been many people who tried to live forever, from the emperors and generals to the common people. Who has succeeded in the end? "Anyway, the Yuan family's summoning banner must not fall into the hands of outsiders. Feier, I'll give you three days to memorize the half volume of Seven Star Calling Souls, and then go to Anhui." He spoke in a negotiating tone, but his tone was unquestionable.Ever since I was a child, I have been familiar with my grandfather's temper. He is a dictator. If he said one thing, he would definitely not allow me to say another thing. Therefore, although I couldn't let go of my little private detective agency, I still nodded honestly. .

Grandpa glanced at me again, and continued his sentence——Your martial arts are very good, and your talent is also high. Naturally, Feng Shui Xuanshu can't trouble you, but you are too timid, even a skull?How to enter the large ancient tomb?Forget it, tonight, go open your horizons and practice your courage. Now, you can read this half-volume of Seven Star Calling Souls first. As he said that, he walked out of the room without looking back, and closed the door with a bang, locking me with an old dead man's skeleton. Due to my childhood influence, out of the fear of ghosts and gods—it should be said that I am afraid of the unknown, any normal person will be afraid of the dead, and instinctively think that this is an unknown and unclean thing, except for me. Who likes skeletons other than that perverted grandpa?

I turned my face away and looked at the white skull on the ground again. Although my grandfather told me about my life experience just now, he didn't mention anything about himself. For example, this What happened to the skull?Why would he "collect" a skull under the bed in his room? A living person facing a skull, as long as it is a normal person, will feel uncomfortable, so although I hate contact with a dead skull, in order to make myself feel better, I walked over cautiously, thinking silently Saying "offend offend", carefully picked up the skull again, and prepared to put it into the alley painted with gold and red paint.

But God knows why, the pair of black eye sockets on the skull seem to be staring at me coldly, especially his mouth, with two rows of ferocious teeth, seems to be smiling at me. A slip, a shiver, and the skull fell to the concrete floor with a "snap". The skull, which had been "collected" by my grandfather for many years, fell apart and scattered all over the ground under my nose. "Ah..." I was shocked and instinctively exclaimed.No matter who the skull is, it's always disrespectful to break someone else's skull. My heart was beating wildly. No wonder Grandpa said, I'm not brave enough.

My mind went blank for a moment. Since grandpa kept this person's skull for so long, it must have some special meaning. Maybe, it could be my grandma?what should I do?Confess to Grandpa?No——I know grandpa's temper. I have been educated by him for so many years. If he knows that I smashed the skull he has treasured for many years, I'm afraid he will beat me half to death. Thinking of this, I was quick to think, and immediately collected all the skull fragments in a hurry, and prepared to put them in a red lacquer and gold box, and then pushed the box under the bed. Want me to go to Anhui?Now, being able to procrastinate for a while is a moment.

However, just as I was about to put the skull into the box, a small broken bone suddenly attracted my attention. I have learned some principles of solving crimes, so I can see it at the first glance. This small broken bone is only half the size of a human's little finger, but it is very round and shiny. It is not as simple as an ordinary bone, but it is definitely not something in the human mind. I still know what bones are in the human head.I watched the broken bone in my hand repeatedly, and suddenly my heart moved. I used to watch martial arts TV novels, and I often saw the word relic. According to legend, when a monk who has attained the Tao passes away after death, relics will be produced in the skull.

Could this skull be the remains of an eminent monk?Grandpa is a legendary and mysterious old man, and some strange things are no exception. I was about to put that little broken bone into the box, but at this moment, I was shocked to find that in Baisensen On his skull, there was actually a red liquid, which was extremely bright, like fresh blood. No - I just thought I was dazzled. I don't know when this skull was born. The body has decayed long ago, and what is left is only dry bones. How can there be blood? I suppressed the shock in my heart, rubbed my eyes, and looked at the pile of broken bones in the box again. Sure enough, it was not my eyes that were dazzled. There was indeed a red liquid at the fracture of a certain bone. I dared to , carefully took out the broken bone again——

Facing the light, I could clearly see that it wasn't blood, but a kind of red... I don't know what, it was caught in the skull, and looking vaguely, it seemed to constitute some kind of handwriting.My hands couldn't help shaking again, and I couldn't tell what was the reason. I was a little hysterical and took out all the bones bit by bit to search. Sure enough, the mysterious dye you smeared red in the skull, in the The inside of the skull formed some kind of strange writing. Unfortunately, I don't know any of them. I don't know why, but I memorized all the strange words in my skull, and imprinted them in my mind, lest I forget, I have a vague premonition that these strange words must have a great relationship with me .After packing up the skull, I pushed the red lacquer and gold box under Grandpa's bed again. I patted the dust off my body, suppressed my panic and beating heart forcibly, and sat down on a chair that Grandpa used to sit on. .