Chapter 112:

Through the induction of Yuan Zhongzhou and Zhu Xiya, the existence of the curse and its truth have gradually surfaced: the sacrifice of the soul is unsolvable, and its medium is this palace. In other words, everyone who has entered this palace will be cursed!
Is this really the case? Is there such a ridiculous thing in the world? Old Lao felt that his three views were crumbling, and the other scholars were also sweating in cold foreheads.
It ’s Lu ’s coolest. He found several yellowed volumes from the bookstore and pondered:
According to historical records, from the end of Min Emperor ’s year, Ziwei Palace began to frequently select the court ladies, which was once every three years. Later, it was changed to once every two years, and it was once a year until the year of Huidi. This frequency of annual picking and selection lasted for nearly a hundred years, until Chundi moved to the palace again for three years. During this period, The deadline for returning to the maidens is still a round of twenty-five years. If these maidens can only enter or leave, how does the imperial city accommodate so many people? Where did they end up? "
Old Lu's problem struck everyone like a hammer. Yeah, where did the chosen ladies finally go? Was it because he had stepped into this palace, so he died mad in the end? There are too many dead people, so they have to keep picking from the people?
Old Lu is still analyzing: "Look, from the beginning of Min Emperor to the end of Emperor Chunqian in Qiangong, there are 113 years in between, but there have been seventeen emperors. On average, each emperor is in The position was only a little more than six years, and their final result was madness to death. Emperor Hui slashed down and killed himself, and Emperor Emperor Xueye died in search of immortal lying on the ice. Nine-story tower ... Look, they either committed suicide or died due to hallucinations. Can this be explained by a 'hereditary disease'? If it is a hereditary disease, why is the emperor after Chundi good? "
Mr. Lu packed these precious historical materials into the box and sighed for a long time. He didn't believe these gods and ghosts at first, but since his daughter had recounted her experience, he had a new understanding of the world.
Perhaps in this vast world, there really are things that human cognition cannot understand, and this strange palace in front of them is one of them.
Song Nuan heard Lao Lu's words, and even began to chill in the bones. The rest of the people were pale, shaking like sieve chaff. The "Harry Potter Quartet" who had been clamoring for the end of the episode was now regretful. All four of them have been on the throne, so they are cursed the deepest. The pain of the brain cells constantly bursting and the soul being slowly torn apart feels no one can imagine. Grim Reaper's slings have been tightly wrapped around their necks and are tightening every second.
Even if the pillow was on the ice pack, the disgusting vertigo was still not relieved, but became stronger and stronger. Okay, this unbearable symptom is really not going to be cured. The lesions on the head have always been the most difficult to treat. Did n’t you listen to Lao Liang? The repairmen who fainted before could not find the cause. The most serious one has been in a coma for five or six days.
Despair destroyed the beliefs of many people, and several staff members sat down on the ground with their heads covered, their consciousness was still awake, but they began to cry, growl, and pull their hair, repeatedly saying "I should not come here" Words of remorse.
The entire program group, including Liang Lao's group of scholars, was crushed by this inexplicable and poisonous curse.
Yuan Zhongzhou and Zhu Xiya were filled with compassion, but there was no way to rescue these people. They could only turn around and sigh silently while looking at the distance. A Huo curled up in a corner away from the Jin Luang Temple, holding his head trembling, like a frightened puppy.
Instead, Ding Puhang is the most calm person. He quietly glanced at the calmness of his heart, and looked at Song Rui in Miyagi, and then looked at Van Gogh, who stood exactly under his long steps, reminding: "Do n’t panic, the most powerful People haven't played yet! Dr. Song has already arranged for us a finale, isn't it? "
Song's warm and turbid eyes flashed for a moment, using his knuckles to strongly press his temple, shouting: "Xiao Zhao, quickly bring the last two players."
Hearing Song Dao's words through the intercom, the staff who accompanied Fangallo and He Jinglian quickly led them up the stairs, and the two photographers followed the camera. They do not yet know what is happening in the palace.
Fangallo walked slowly, with one hand hanging behind He Jinglian, ready to support her at any time. Ascending the last step, he subconsciously "looked" at Song Rui, and Song Rui, who was originally looking far away, had already walked to the step and waited, just reaching out to help the young man, his palm was covered by the other's palm.
"You have been cursed," Van Gaal said quietly.
"Well, it doesn't matter." Song Rui attached to his ear and smiled lowly. It was just a bit of tingling and dizziness, but it was not enough to drive him crazy. The anger, violentness and desire to burn that filled his heart all the time, far more terrible than this curse.
"It doesn't really matter to you." Van Gogh was really the person who knew Song Rui the most, and he hooked the corner of his lips with relief, and soon left the other party's curse behind him, but he instantly Song Rui's involuntary worry still made Song Rui very useful.
The two stood in one place, and the tacit and harmonious atmosphere was incompatible with the despair and helplessness around them. Song Nuan, who had a headache, looked straight and gritted his teeth, and was about to speak to Mr. Fan for help, but the sincere child He Jinglian had reached out and started to feel.
"Hey, what is this?" He Jinglian finally realized that the situation was not good, but his arm seemed to be held by an invisible monster and dragged straight into the palace. She struggled and screamed: "Mr. Fan, there is something in it, it will devour me!"
When she said this, she had been dragged to the gate of the palace by that invisible force, and she would be planted by crossing the threshold. She grabbed the door with her other hand, half of her body was struggling, half of her body went straight into the palace, as if it was about to be torn. The photographer in charge of her took her in a hurry, but she was almost brought down.
Hearing her daughter's cry, Mother He quickly rushed up the stairs despite Song Warm's threat.
"Go and hold her, hurry! Can't let her in!" Song Nuan also reacted, quickly rushed up and hugged He Jinglian's legs. Ah Huo didn't know which corner came from, and squeezed the girl's waist.
"Ah! Me, my hand!" He Jinglian didn't hit the palace any more, but her hands were suddenly flat, ten fingers spread out, straightened, and twitched violently. For a few moments, every knuckle of her began to show bluish-purple bruises, as if pinched by something.
Lao Liang took a closer look and could n’t help but be shocked:
Here, this is the trace left by the torture! But she looks good ...
At this point, he could n’t take it down because He Jinglian did n’t look at all. Well, she is now in a state of being tortured, but how is it possible that no one around her has sentenced her to torture!
But soon, He Jinglian no longer shouted that his hand hurts, but curled up at the door, bowing his back, tampering with the floor tiles, and begging hard: "Don't fight, please don't fight!"
As soon as she rushed up the stairs, He Mu heard this sentence, her face changed suddenly, and she saw Song Nuan and Ah Huo pressing on her daughter, and she didn't know what she was doing, so she angrily shouted, "You will let her go! She? Get out, get out! "
She pulled the two apart and hugged her daughter into her arms. She felt a warm and sticky feeling just after the palm of her hand was on her daughter's back: "Ah! Blood! A lot of blood!" Slowly soak the fabric, showing shocking traces.
But the daughter was fine for one second, but why would it bleed in the next second? Even more frightening is that her clothes are intact, but her body was inexplicably injured, why? Suspiciously, Mother He quickly opened her daughter's T-shirt to check the situation, but she saw that her original white and smooth back was slowly showing a series of whiplash wounds, from scratch, accumulated little, many stacked One, slowly blurring the entire back.
He Jinglian's miserable condition stabbed everyone's eyes and made them fall into deeper fear.
Even when she saw more strange scenes, He Mu could n’t help screaming:
Ah! What ’s wrong with this? How could this be? Lianlian, what did you feel? You ’re waking up, my child! You ’re waking up soon , Mom is here, have you heard? Wake up! "
He Jinglian, who had fallen into the painful emotion that had remained for thousands of years, couldn't wake up at all. After the bruises and whiplashes, her body showed dense blood spots, quickly covering up her original intact skin. Her hands waved wildly in the air, and she scratched anxiously on her body surface, wailing again and again: "Don't come, don't come, walk away, walk away!" She seemed to be driving something.
Seeing this, Lao Lu finally came back, and said in horror: "Lao Liang, do you think her scars are like a rat bite?"
Liang Laoqiang looked up close with palpitations, and responded in just a second, losing his voice: "Lv Qiu after the waste!"
The rest of the scholars suddenly realized that they were even more afraid.
Song Wenwen gritted his teeth and shouted, "What kind of dumb puzzles are you playing? Is it time to fight dumb mysteries? Say words!" To this group of highly respected scholars, this is the most pinnacle moment in her life.
Elder Liang did not feel offended at all, and explained while wiping the cold sweat: "Everything this little girl is experiencing now is what Lu Qiu had experienced after the abolition. According to historical records, Lu Qiu was snatched for conspiracy. He took the post and entered the prison. She was beaten and whipped, rather than dying. Her three children ran around to seek advice from her, and they were all framed by intentional people and were put into death row. In order to save her children, she recruited After that, he was imprisoned in the cold palace. Min Di ’s favorite concubine, namely Xiaomin, who was first in the post, Liu had a grudge with her, and threw her in a rat pit to suffer the bite of a squirrel. He was dragged out of the rat After the pit, Liu strictly forbids anyone to give Lu Qiu's treatment, so Lu Qiu's body began to rot slowly. She would have been dying in bed, but her children were pure and filial, and they were willing to die in order to save her. Min Di In order to test the filial piety of the three people, Bai Ling was really given, so the three died in such a sudden, all 368 people of the Luqiu clan were poisoned, and none of them were spared. After learning the news, Luqiu dragged rot Her body climbed on Cuiping Mountain and hanged herself on the tallest pine tree. The curse she left before her death began to spread wildly in Ziwei Palace. "
Seeing that Mr. Liang was overwhelmed by fear, Mr. Lu finished the following words on his behalf: "The injury suffered by this little girl is exactly the same as Lu Qiu's previous experience. You see these blood spots, which are consistent with the bite marks of mice. Yes, but there are no mice here! "
The words of the two scholars made everyone freeze in place, and He Mu was scared. What should happen to her family if something goes wrong with her daughter? My son spends so much money on school. Isn't his plan to go abroad also become yellow?
Yuan Zhongzhou and Zhu Xiya tried to help but couldn't help. They could only stand in a short distance and pray in silence. Ah Huo refused to leave He Jinglian, holding her hand tremblingly and shouting her name again and again.
Ding Puhang backed off again and again, almost rolling down the high steps. For the hundredth time, he regretted the original decision. Why was he so unlucky that he had to run to the show to make money! This is all right, the money is not caught, I am afraid I will even take my life!
When He Jinglian was sinking into hell, Fangallo was using her seven senses to silently detect what had happened in the past, and even what had been happening. After getting enough information, he strode to He Jinglian and whispered with Yuan Zhongzhou, saying, "Use your soul bell for a use."
Yuan Zhongzhou jumped hard in his heart and subconsciously pressed the bell that was not around his waist. No one knows that this is his soul bell, which is connected to his life, but the young man in front of him broke the secret in one word, which shows that he saw him through early in the morning. Everyone was probably as thin and transparent as cellophane in his eyes.
The youth's ability is terrible, but Yuan Zhongzhou did not refuse, only struggling for a second and silently released the bell and handed it over.
"Thank you, I will take care of it." Van Gogh made a prudent promise, and quickly walked to He Jinglian's side, pushed away the mother who was at a loss, and held He Jinglian's hand covered with bite marks.
"Follow my voice slowly, don't hesitate, don't look back." He began to turn the bell slowly, and through his hand, the originally sounding instrument became extremely solemn and heavy, and the layered bell slowly swayed towards In the distance, it gathers with the magnificent air above the imperial city, blends with the purple air that has remained for millennia, swallows the smoky wind above the tiles, swishes with the grass above the broken walls, and the Songtao on the Cuiping Mountain Cheng Yizhu pierced through the clouds with great sound, and shook the painful memories left by the ancient dead souls with the destructive and decayed momentum.
This handle, which can only be used as a medium in Yuan Zhongzhou's hands, became an infinitely powerful weapon in his hands!
Everyone's head was cleared, and the tingling sensation that made people go crazy disappeared in an instant, replaced by the comfort and indulgence of the dry soul moistened in the drizzle. Mo said that Song Nuan almost groaned very heartily, and even the "Harry Potter Quartet" began to eagerly explore their bodies, and then showed an ecstatic expression-this is, is this curse lifted?
Only when He Jinglian was still suffering, her neck began to lift up, showing striations. It seemed that Lu Qiu's memory had been played to the point where she hanged herself, and it would be too late to wake her up again.
A Huo burst into tears anxiously, but Van Gogh did not mess up. After ringing the soul bell, he began to recite the scriptures, first the Great Compassion Mantra, then the Seven Buddhas' Crime of Elimination of Sin, and the end was the Untie Mantra and the Old Mantra, the extremely standard and extremely solemn Sanskrit pronunciation even grew up in the temple Ah Huo is unmatched. He only heard this verse full of Zen sounds in the mouth of the living Buddha.
"First use the Great Compassion Curse to urge He Jinglian's spiritual power to free herself from the predicament; then use the Seven Buddhas' Crime Suppression Mantra to wipe out her unintentionally contaminated sins; and then use the Untiring Curse to undo the grudge, and use the Extinct Curse to overrun the dead This set of super-laws requires the support of extremely large spiritual powers and extremely pious beliefs. For so many years, I have only seen the Master Hui Ji, the host of the Ashoka Temple, perform once, and the object of super-degree is a century-old ghost. Since then After that, Master Huiji retired, it is said that he was hurt. "
Zhu Xiya stared intently at the young man who recited the scriptures, with awe: "Our big star seems to be more than just a top spiritual person, but also a profound Buddhist practitioner. How old is he, is there twenty-five? How did he grow up? Of? I can't imagine it! "
As soon as her voice fell, He Jinglian, who was about to break her neck and neck, was sober, opened her mouth, made a long hissing, and then screamed into the arms of Fangalo.