Chapter 52:

Yan Qiushan didn't look up at all. Suddenly, a layer of needle-like coolness came from his back neck, and he opened his eyes suddenly. He held the driver's shoulder and looked out the window.
But immersed in the strong sunlight of Yuyang City, there are only adolescent teenagers. The boys and girls who are crowded at the entrance of the net red shop are all running in one direction. I do n’t know if they did n’t wear school uniforms enough. Young people graduate For many years, I spontaneously bought all the similar "tide brand", "tide shoes" and "tide jewelry", and I can't even unify the hairstyles. At first glance, people can't tell who is who.
"Yan, what's wrong?" Someone asked later.
This is a five-seater off-road vehicle. The driver sits in front of Yan Qiushan, with three men in the back seat, two men and one "female".
The woman was the puppet maid next to her mother-in-law. In order to cover the unnatural connection lines on her face, she wore a veiled ethnic minority dress, blocking all the places that could be blocked, only showing a pair of realistic eyes.
She was left and right with two men, a middle-aged blind man, and her open eyes were covered with muddy white crickets. The other is a red scar with a burned face, especially the right half of the face. There is no good place from the temple to the neck. The bulging flesh is like tangled bark.
Neither of the two men's images can be viewed carefully. The nightmares are too fine. The driver accidentally glanced at the sound and got goosebumps, trying to paste the rearview mirror.
"It's nothing," Yan Qiushan put the sunglasses down on his forehead. "How far is it?"
"Just in front," the driver said quickly. "All arrangements have been made. These two days only received us. There are no other guests. The boss is our own family.
During the talk, the driver finally bypassed the online red shop by car, came to a small hotel 300 meters away, pressed the horn, the courtyard door opened, and they went directly into the courtyard. After the car entered, a waiter popped his head and looked around like a thief. When no one noticed, he quickly hung a "full" wooden sign at the door and retracted it.
"Luggage I help you ..."
"No." Yan Qiushan blocked the waiter's hand. "Let's do it ourselves-snakeskin, take a hand."
The man with a scar on his face responded, and with Yan Qiushan, he removed a few large suitcases from the trunk, and he didn't know what was inside. The box was a bit unmovable, and the waiter couldn't help it much He glanced at him, and murmured in his heart. At this moment, he inadvertently looked up, facing the blinding eyes of the blind man.
The blind man seemed to be "staring" at him, and the waiter stirred his hair, his hairs rising.
"Didn't your family teach you when you were a kid," the blind man laughed and lowered his voice. "You shouldn't watch, don't watch."
The voice faded, and somehow, the blind man's figure flew in front of the waiter. The waiter was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground with his buttocks.
As soon as the blind man raised his cane, he pressed his neck against it and stepped inside: "Stand."
Several people carried the suitcases to Yan Qiushan's room and went to rest each other. At night, they gathered in Yan Qiushan's house and closed the doors and windows.
Yan Qiushan punched the snake skin—the man with a scar on his face nodded.
Snakeskin opened one of the suitcases and saw a strange row of crockery stacked inside, which may be bumpy on the road. One of the crockery opened slightly and spilled some dark red powder.
"Sprinkle a little, doesn't it matter?" Said Snakeskin, and found a pack of tissues from his pocket.
Yan Qiushan said: "Be careful not to touch, there is ..."
His voice didn't fall, the snakeskin screamed, and his hand retracted like lightning—he thought that "don't touch" could not be touched by hand, so he took out a paper towel, and wanted to wipe the powder falling in the box and other earthen jars. Who knows, the powder is like some kind of highly permeable oil. When it comes in contact with the paper towel, it passes through. It is attached to the hands of the snake skin. It will immediately drill down along the flesh, and the peach will leak out from the skin. Like pink.
"There is savage blood there, don't touch him!" Yan Qiushan drank the blind man next to him to check, "Give me a lighter."
The scar on the snake's skin was obviously left by burns or burns. When he saw the flames, he retracted reflexively, but Yan Qiushan clasped his wrist: "Do you want the hand?"
With that, he used the lighter's small flame to scoop the pink skin on the skin of the snake skin. The powder drilled into his flesh also seemed to be afraid of fire. He immediately retracted from the flame to avoid burning or hurting. The snake skin struggled miserably, but Yan Qiushan's hand was like an iron hoop, without moving, the flame was very stable in his hand, and passed accurately, without burning the snake skin, and just able to drive back the red marks on his hand .
The snake's skin yelled, and the dark red crushed powder sprayed out from the tip of his finger, and the puppet girl immediately took a glass and snapped them.
"The ancient Alpine people only took live cricket blood and could not use it after death. They drew the deep-sea cricket head down and cut a small opening on the neck until it ran out of gas." The puppet girl carefully took the dark red powder Collected it, put it back in the pot and sealed it again. The tone of her speech was like a telephone answering machine. "When the stunner is in extreme fear, the internal organs will dissolve, so the blood that leaks out will infiltrate the special snail poison. The best Tatar blood is uniformly dark red. It is mixed with Tatar oil, cinnabar and other minerals to be crushed to a special pigment. An essential ingredient in the time of the spirit. "
Yan Qiushan subconsciously clasped the metal fragments around his neck.
The puppet girl continued: "The spirit of weapons, even in Takayama, is a masterpiece that you can never find. They think that the spirit of weapons has two characteristics. On the one hand, they are human. In order to have spirits, on the one hand, they are murderous weapons, but also have suffocation, sharpness, and blood-seal throat. Isn't there a story of a master jumping by himself when the sword is about to be completed--in fact, it is not groundless, there is a prototype Yes, the people in Takayama would indeed use the living creature's sacrifice furnace, and the sacrifice of the sacrifice furnace is written in this kind of "鸩". "
Snakeskin asked: "We were mixed in the sea, and we have heard of the Tatar race since we were young, but no one has seen it. Is it true or false?"
"The Tatar people only look like humans. They are still a kind of fish. Their intelligence level is about the same as that of parrots. They are easy to hunt and kill," said the puppet girl. "During the melee, the Gaoshan people need to make a large number of weapons in order to protect themselves. Careful overfishing led to the extinction of the Tatar tribe. My mother-in-law said that some people in their Qingping Division speculated that the Gaoshan tribe probably wanted to depend on the tribe-the Yan team because of their inability to succeed. 'Come write a gloomy offering.'
After listening to the snake skin, he asked in a very environmentally friendly way: "It means that the Gaoshan tribe failed because they did not pay attention to sustainable development? They use so much oil and blood, so why not try to breed?"
"Can't support it," said the puppet girl. "The Tatars can't live in the claustrophobic waters of the interior. The Gaoshan people have tried many methods, and they can't carry seawater from a distance. It is said that only one Tatar survived. At that time, the King of Gaoshan heard that he had been sent to ask for a special trip. The fish farmers said that he was slender, and he needed to soothe him every day and build relationships with him so that he felt that the inland waters were his home. "
Snakeskin: "Well, then, the more difficult it is to feed, the more profitable you will be."
"The King of the High Mountain bought this farmed tadpole at a high price, but when he took blood by ancient methods, he found that the blood was bright red. There was no tadpole poison in the blood of this farmed tatar. I do n’t know why. There is also no biochemical anatomy technique, "said the puppet girl." But according to records, this tartar was not struggling and screaming when taking blood, and his mood has been very calm, so some people infer that this tartar knows that he died for his master. , Die willingly, can not produce the most critical poison. "
Snakeskin has never heard of such a virgin creature, and was shocked: "Its owner sold it, and was willing? Is this lack of mind?"
"So the Tatar is just a big fish," the puppet girl opened the other suitcases, checked it, and replied casually. "It may not understand what it means to be" sell "..."
Yeah, I do n’t even understand
sale
. They are foolish and dead. Such a silly animal is only suitable for fish.
Even these stupid things can be trapped in love.
Yan Qiushan clenched his metal fingers tightly, and suddenly interrupted their conversation in a stiff tone: "Don't talk about the useless ones, tell me the course of action tomorrow."
The puppet girl cleaned up the "鸩" and took out a map: "This is a photocopy. The original is too old and can't be broken when touched. It is called" Weiyun ". The final burial place is Takayama. People ’s holy city 'South Pearl'-this place has been flooded by rising sea levels. Let ’s get to the sea, Yan team, are you ready? "
Yan Qiushan nodded his words like gold.
Snakeskin said: "Don't worry, you won't be afraid of any changes in the environment. Under water, as long as there is a map, I can take you out of Titanic."
"The whole gloomy sacrifice is in my head. When I get there, I will help you write it," the blind man pointed at his temple, and opened his mouth slowly. "But the Yan team must be psychologically prepared. The gloomy sacrifice is quite Take a microphone and a doorbell to bring your voice into the ears of the dead, but if you call, they may not answer. Do you understand this? "
Yan Qiushan frowned: "But the gloomy sacrifice has been successful twice."
"One time." The blind corrected, "The first time failed, Bi Chunsheng's goal was originally to kill the general of the monster tribe in Abuchi in the first battle of Hirabuchi, but in response to the gloomy sacrifice ... listen to my master said, It is likely to be the emperor. "
"Renhuang Shengxiao?" The other three were shocked at the same time.
"It's unlikely to be me, it's more like something that the emperor was wearing, maybe it has a spirit over time-but it doesn't matter, anyway, the inverse sacrifices have been punished by heaven," the blind man waved his hand, "Actually It stands to reason that it shouldn't. If the demon who responds to the ritual can hear the writer's voice, he must agree with the writer's request. That is to say, the devil should also be eager for the rekindling of Abyss. Yes, what went wrong during the sacrifice-but we can summarize some lessons from it. Everyone saw the first demon in Abyss. It was as crazy as Bi Chunsheng. Because he died too quickly, we do n’t know if he has any other resonance with Bi Chunsheng. The shaman patriarch in the second witch grave was awakened by greed. The history master of the witch people told you It can be said that from the beginning to the end, it is the greed and covetousness of the human race. In other words, in addition to resonance, strong hatred is also useful. These are two ways that can be used for reference. Yan team, you think about that mountain What child will respond. "
Yan Qiushan frowned.
The puppet girl couldn't help asking: "The so-called witch tribe, even my mother-in-law heard it for the first time. Where did you know?"
The blind man laughed unpredictably and said nothing, and several people discussed the departure schedule in detail, and this was gone.
In order to avoid people's eyes, they closed the two curtains while they were speaking, and put sound-proof spells on the windows. No one noticed. When they were talking, there were a few dark air around the spells, interspersed with them. Between the lines, as if adding a few strokes to it, the faint sound leaked out of those extra strokes.
A figure in the window was pulled down by the clear moonlight with long hair. It was the man who made wood carvings in the coffee shop during the day.
When he heard "the demon head was 100% eager for the rekindling of Abuchi Fire", his face was like a whip, and his eyes narrowed in pain, and scars like tears appeared from the corners of his eyes.
It turned out that this "new rising net red" was Sheng Lingyuan who did not bid farewell in Dongchuan.
The pain on His Majesty's face was fleeting, and he was quickly put into the work of listening to the corner. When he heard "The Prince of the Mountain Weiyun", he frowned slightly, his face passing doubts.
It is said that Weiyun, a prince of the Gaoshan tribe, was a bad guy who didn't love his mother and loved him. He was brought to Wudi by his adoptive father when he was very young. If it weren't for the use of eunuchs, they would be "cracked".
The little prince can live a life full of life-bearing humiliation, but unfortunately did not bear any achievements, anyway, in the end, the Gaoshan tribe was destroyed by the emperor. As for him, he was also said to have been killed.
Rumors and truths are somewhat different, but in general they are inseparable.
Sheng Lingyuan leaned on the corner, arms folded over his chest, and remembered for a moment-he remembered that Weiyun was dumb, he was dumb, he would strike iron all day and night ... and not die of hunting.
He was chased after, but did not say to kill, Weiyun actually committed suicide.
Sheng Lingyuan also didn't think that such a small group of people had the qualification to become a demon. He stayed in Yuyang because he had someone else.
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