Chapter 21 corpse control

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and the two looked at each other, then turned to look over there, and Zhuo Anjie's hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword.But when the two of them saw who was coming, they both breathed a sigh of relief.It turned out that it was Ouyang Gaolun who followed in at some time, muttering, while walking staggeringly, looking for his thread everywhere. "Li Wuxin made puppets after living people, what exactly does he want to do?" Zhuo Anjie muttered to himself. Yun Jisang said in a deep voice: "Since this secret room was built by the ancestors of the Puppet Sect, it is likely that the secret of the Daheitian Puppet is hidden in it. Li Wuxin must have discovered this place by accident after moving into the Puppet House. And he The reason why he made puppets according to the internal organs of the human body is because he believes that puppets can also have spirituality and life, and even become a puppet himself, immortal." Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his face turned extremely pale .

"What, but what did you think of?" Zhuo Anjian asked with concern. "Since it is imitating a living person, there must be a copy..." Yun Jisang said with a pale face. Zhuo Anjie took a deep breath.Although she is free and unrestrained by nature, she can't help being horrified when she thinks that someone will cut open a human body and study its internal organs carefully. Yun Jisang walked quickly to the stone platform and inspected it inch by inch: "Senior sister, look, there are many black spots on the corners and crevices of this stone platform. If I guess it is right, these must be blood stains."

"You mean, Li Wuxin might steal corpses for research?" "Maybe..." Yun Jisang replied blankly.Corpse stealing?It's fine if you only use the corpse, but the most frightening thing is that Li Wuxin wants to understand the exact functions of the internal organs and keep people alive...Suddenly, he felt dizzy, and those tall shelves kept swaying and collapsed towards him. He staggered and reached out to grab the stone platform. "Junior Brother! Junior Brother!" That was Zhuo Anjie's call.Anxious, urgent and persistent, it seems that he wants to recall his scattered soul from the unknown darkness.The long white dress was shaking in front of his eyes, and he instinctively closed his eyes: "I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy."

No, it's not possible.No matter how crazy a person is, there should be a limit. I must have guessed wrong.Yes, I must have guessed wrong. "Why don't we go out to get some air and come back later." "No need." Yun Jisang raised his head, took a deep breath, and then exhaled very slowly, then opened his eyes, "This is Li Wuxin's holy place, if there is any clue of Daheitian, it will definitely be hidden. Here. Let's look carefully." Seeing that he had made up his mind, Zhuo Anjie said quickly: "Alright, I'll search this way, you go and look at the shelf."

Yun Jisang nodded and walked towards the row of tall wooden frames. The shelf was five feet high, and it was roughly nailed into a long row of unpeeled pine wood, covering the entire stone wall.Except for the ten white porcelain vials placed at the far left end of the wooden shelf, the rest of the wooden shelf is filled with black earthen jars the size of human heads. The jars are sealed with wax, and labels are attached to both the small bottles and the earthen jars. Yun Jisang took a small white porcelain bottle first.I saw the label on it read: "The soul-possessed dharma grain, don't lose it and don't forget it; secret this wonderful dharma, and control it with the demon king." Its handwriting is exactly the same as the annotation on "Mozi", which must have been left by Li Wuxin.

Soul-attaching magic particles?What is that?Yunjisang pulled out the cork on it and found some vermilion pills inside.I poured a little into the palm of my hand and sniffed it. There was a strange smell, but I didn't know what it was.But judging from its appearance, it looks a bit like cinnabar.He Min frowned, took down another jar, blew off the dust on it, and gently read the small script on the label.The low voice and the small words throbbed in the dim light of the fire. "Bingshen year, the fifth day of April, female, fifteen years old..." Heartbeat, once, again.Like a drumbeat echoing in the silence.He found himself back on that icy battlefield, that endless white cemetery.Under the moonlight, the lifeless gray eyes, half soaked in black blood, looked at him helplessly.

He shook his head vigorously, put down the earthen jar in his hand, and picked up another earthen jar. "Bingshen year, fifth day of July, male, twenty-six years old..." No, it won't, it's not true, it must not be. Trembling, he dusted one crock after another, reading the labels in a low voice. "Bingshen year, October eleventh, male, kidney, sixty-one years old..." "Bingshen year, the eighth day of December, female, spleen, nineteen years old..." "Ding You Year, the seventh day of the first month, male, lung, thirty-two years old..." "Dingyou year, February 13th, female, liver, thirteen years old... oh my god..."

"Ding You Year, February 26th, male, Xin, nine years old...nine years old..." Yun Jisang tremblingly patted open the wax seal of the earthen pot, and slowly peeled off the oiled paper. In the crock, a silver-white liquid is flowing quietly, which is mercury.In the quicksilver, a small red object half submerged and half buoyant, soaked in it. After only one glance, he threw the jar away and fell to his knees.He wanted to vomit, but nothing came out, I could only hold my throat and inhale desperately, but for some reason, my lungs seemed to be frozen, and I couldn't take in even a breath of air.It felt like suddenly falling into the abyss, and before the body had time to react, black fear had already rushed to the face.The image in front of me, like my own existence, is becoming more and more blurred. The feeling of disappearance is like a stone sinking into a glacier, falling alone and continuously towards the deepest darkness.In the white ice layer, there are indifferent faces.Those undead stared at him expressionlessly.No pity, no pity.

What is life?What is human nature?A cableway to endless darkness? Because in the gale of fate, no matter how hard you struggle, you will inevitably fall in the end.Sins, miserable sins, sins beyond redemption.The long, black shadow trailing behind. The drums are vibrating, stirring, and reverberating. Don't rush, I'm going right now, with you. That's the drum I beat.It was a call to death. The moment Yun Jisang fell, Zhuo Anjie had already rushed to his side and hugged him.Although she repeatedly emphasized to herself to be calm, her trembling hands betrayed her. The junior brother's attack this time was much stronger than any previous one, as if... as if he wanted to leave her.Caressing his cold and pale face, she was strong and patient doing the only thing she could do—calling his name in a soft voice, and pouring true energy into his body endlessly.When her junior brother had a fit before, she brought him back to her side like this.

But this time, it didn't seem to work this time.Yun Jisang's body was getting colder and colder. When she was hesitant to go out to ask for help with her junior brother in her arms, his heartbeat stopped suddenly like an excited movement was suddenly marked with a terminator. Without even hesitation or pain, almost instinctively, she took a deep breath, bent down, kissed Yun Jisang's lips deeply, and let the air into his body. No matter how dark and terrifying the abyss is, I will fall with you and bring you back to the sun. Come back, take my hand and breathe with me. Come back, on my oath, my life.

Come back, my junior brother, my... lover. Come back, come back to me. return. drums, stop Silence, blooming slowly like a lotus flower, stretching silent chords. Exhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...the wind is flowing, between you and me, on the sweet spot where we meet each other. He opened his eyes, in the cold deep sea, at the junction of light and darkness. The deep light in front of him, against the backdrop of the darkness, is so gorgeous and beautiful.It turns out that this is the meaning of life. I mean. On this long ropeway, I will continue to walk.I need to find it before it falls. Zhuo Anjie felt the body of the junior brother in her arms suddenly stiffened, and then slowly relaxed, and her heartbeat became strong again.Then, she felt the coldness and softness of his lips and realized what she had done. He even kissed his junior brother. Is this a kiss?Giving your breath and warmth when lips meet, expressing your thoughts and thoughts in chaos?But, it's okay... no, it's a good, very good feeling. One kiss is like a mountain, one kiss is like an ocean, and one kiss is between heaven and earth. With one kiss, the three lives will be fixed.After a long time, the two slowly separated, relatively speechless. "Thank you, Senior Sister..." Finally, he mumbled, not knowing what he had said or what he was talking about. "Thank me for what?" Although her cheeks were flushed, she still asked. "Thank... thank you, Senior Sister, for your... grace... love..." The grace of saving life, the love of a kiss, is for kindness. She snorted as if dissatisfied and satisfied, got up and let him go, turned the overturned earthen jar with her toes, glanced inside, and frowned immediately: "This jar is filled with mercury? Huh? What is this again?" "It's the spleen, the spleen of a nineteen-year-old girl..." Yun Jisang sighed quietly. Rao Zhuo Anjie with a brave heart and a heart like Zhuo Anjie couldn't help but take a step back.She looked at Yunjisang in disbelief and said, "The girl's spleen? Could it be that he really...really..." Yun Jisang nodded and turned to look up the shelf. On the long shelves, rows of black earthen jars are neatly arranged, as if there is no end.Vaguely, he seemed to hear the tragic cries of the dying.So sharp, sad and helpless, like a swan whose wings have been torn. Sure enough, I guessed right.Yun Jisang clenched his left fist, his body trembling. I have never been able to figure out what the meaning of "destroy my sins" in the puppet curse is.What kind of heinous crime can be described as "ten thousand crimes"?So it is! Making puppets out of people is the heinous crime Li Wuxin committed.Right here, in this darkened secret room, he disregarded the laws of nature and human relations, and did such an inhumane thing just to create the most perfect puppet... Is it worth it?Is it worth it to sell one's soul and humanity just for a mere puppet? "Li Wuxin killed these people just to study puppets?" Zhuo Anjie still found it hard to accept. Yun Jisang took a deep breath and calmed down: "These dead should be villagers from the nearby mountains. You can see the time on the earthen jar, the earliest time was when Li Wuxin started to study the Daheitian puppet three years ago. It must be that Li Wuxin's research encountered a bottleneck at the time and needed living people to do experiments, so he turned his idea on these villagers. After these villagers were killed, Li Wuxin's corpses were used by Li Wuxin to study puppets. "Shameless" kidnapped, and the nearby villagers moved away in a hurry." "So, the faceless puppet is Li Wuxin? But this earthen jar says the second day of March in the year of Dingyou, which is clearly from last month. Could it be that Li Wuxin really didn't die? Or did he come back from the dead?" Thinking of the scene of the dead crawling out of the grave, even Zhuo Anjian was bold, and couldn't help feeling a little palpitating. Is Li Wuxin really still alive?Every time Yun Jisang thought of this, his heart sank. This talented puppet genius, this vicious murderer, was the culprit who caused all this when he was alive, and even after he died, he was still a ghost that confused him. Could it be that he really returned to the human world from the underworld in order to return to her side as Mei Zhaoxue said? Yun Jisang shook his head, waved this absurd idea out of his mind, and pondered: "The faceless puppet has a lot to do with Li Wuxin, there is no doubt about it. As for whether he is really a faceless puppet , but it is debatable. Mei Zhaoxue once said that Li Wuxin stayed at home all day long in order to study puppets. That being the case, how could he have the time to go down the mountain to arrest people? The dates on these jars were far apart when they started. Then it got closer and closer, sometimes even several times a month. If Li Wuxin really went down the mountain so frequently, how could others not notice?" "You mean, someone provided living people for Li Wuxin's research? After Li Wuxin's death, they still continued to kill people and dissect the corpses to create a big black sky?" "Very likely. If so, that person is the real faceless puppet—the real culprit behind this series of murders!" Zhuo Anjie sighed: "I can't think of it, who would cooperate with a lunatic like Li Wuxin to do such a crazy thing?" "Li Wuxin is a lunatic, but he is also a genius. Extraordinary people must do extraordinary things. There is no one in the puppet family who is not crazy about puppets. Who knows if there are lunatics like Li Wuxin among them..." Yun Jisang He also sighed, "Now it seems that the reason why the murderer took Zhang Chun's kidney and Linghu Tiangong's liver is very likely to create Daheitian. After the villagers at the foot of the mountain moved out, the murderer had no corpses to use, so he took His eyes turned to the door." "Since this person can take over Li Wuxin's last wish and continue to develop Daheitian, he must be extremely proficient in puppet art. Who in the puppet school has this talent?" "I only thought of one person?..." "Who?" "Linghu Tiangong." "He? Wasn't he killed by the murderer?,, "Senior sister, do you still remember? We also found traces of mercury in Linghu Tiangong's room. In other words, Linghu Tiangong is likely to have participated in the research and development of Daheitian." "You mean, he was also involved in killing the villagers?" "At least, he participated in the murderer's plan. However, he seems to be dissatisfied with the murderer. Only in this way can he explain why he wants to kill the murderer." "In the Puppet Sect, who is qualified to let a cold and arrogant person like Linghu Tiangong cooperate with him?" "It's hard to say. Except for Cao Bian and Wang Biyan, the others are all suspects. Moreover, the murderer may not be someone who is ashamed of the family." "Not from the Puppet Sect?" Zhuo Anjie asked in surprise.She couldn't think of anyone other than the puppet sect who had such madness and ambition. If Dahetian is really as powerful as it is said in the legend, then its value on the battlefield will be inestimable.For those who intend to fight for world hegemony, in the face of such a huge temptation, the death of some ordinary villagers is nothing at all..." "The human heart is bigger than the sky, and human life is as thin as paper. What kind of world is this?" Zhuo Anjie whispered.Yun Jisang was also silent.He could feel the grief and helplessness in Zhuo Anjie's heart, and the same feeling was also in his heart, even heavier. Man's desire is always bigger than the world he owns, and man's most precious life is often fragile in the face of desire. Isn't living more important than anything else? "We must not make that bastard wishful!" Zhuo Anjie slapped the wooden frame hard, causing the tiles to rattle, "Since the murderer is Li Wuxin's accomplice, let's search carefully, maybe we can find proof of the murderer's identity." clues" Yun Jisang nodded, and searched carefully with her senior sister.The crazy Ouyang Talun followed behind the two and turned eastward and westward. "Junior Brother! Come and see this!" Zhuo Anjie seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly shouted.Yun Jisang hurriedly came to her side, and found that she was frowning, flipping through a yellowed book. "what is this?" "This seems to be the notes written by Li Wuxin three years ago, all of which are his records of making puppets." Yun Jisang took the book and read it carefully. Indeed, what is recorded in this diary are all unimaginable puppet-making methods, not only the detailed process of creating the mercury puppet, but also the records of using various Taoist secret methods to drive the puppet to reincarnate.Of course, these attempts failed without exception. When Yun Jisang turned to the back, he found that the book was missing more than ten pages for no reason. Judging from the remaining parts, these pages seemed to have been torn off hastily.On the last page of the book, there is a line of official script: "Jue Chusheng, the pottery of good fortune, there is no end. In the insignificant billions of kalpas, the cycle returns to life and death, between ups and downs, there must be immortals. Yanshi" "This guy Li Wuxin actually wants to live forever, no wonder he made an inexplicable puppet curse." Zhuo Anjie curled her lips and said disapprovingly. "No, this was not written by Li Wuxin." Yun Jisang turned the handwriting to the front page, "Look, these records of the puppet-making methods are all Han Li, but the handwriting on this last page is Wei Li. And Compared with Han Li, its writing method is more rounded and condensed, and the starting pens of the two handwritings are completely different. It is also the word "zhi", and the word "zhi" in this sentence is much longer than the previous closing pen .” "It wasn't Li Wuxin, so who wrote it?" Suddenly, Zhuo Anjie's eyes lit up, "You mean, the guy who signed Yanshi is the murderer?" "Other than that, I can't think of any other possibility." Yun Jisang smiled slightly, and put the book into his arms. "What should I do now? Should I notify others?" "No, doing that is tantamount to scaring the snake. This handwriting is a very important clue. Don't senior sister think this handwriting looks familiar?" "Familiar?" Zhuo Anjie looked at the handwriting, recalled it carefully, and shook her head, "I haven't seen such handwriting these days." "I'm not talking about the past few days..." Yun Jisang smiled mysteriously. "I know how to play tricks..." Zhuo Anjie gave him a blank look, and looked around, "Let's look around, maybe we can find other clues." "it is good."