Copper Coins Chapter 78: The Walking Dead (2)

The roof of this room is extraordinarily high, more than half a zhang higher than the ordinary house.

There is a threshold in front of the door, but there are many twisted characters engraved on the side of the threshold, and some nails are nailed at the corners. The whole wooden threshold is also splashed with blood from something, or maybe it is simply It was soaked in blood, and the wood color was extremely deep and always damp, exuding the smell of blood and rust for years, and it was looming in the corpse gas that was thrown out of the house, which was a little nauseating.

There are no ordinary wide wooden windows on both sides of the house, only on the top of the very high wall, there are two ventilation windows, which look like two narrow holes.

Because the transom is too narrow, there is very little light in the house, and it is always dark and damp. A stranger will feel extremely uncomfortable just getting close, let alone seeing what the house looks like at a glance.

Xue Xian frowned, raised his hand and slapped twice in front of his nose, finding that it was of no avail, so he could only hold his breath silently with a paralyzed face. He glanced left and right, and saw a pair of words hanging on both sides of the door, but it was too old, and it had long been mottled and lacked arms and legs.

He carefully identified for a long time, only to realize that it was these eight characters - Yin people go out, Yang people avoid.

A little familiar...

Xue Xian turned to look at Xuan Min inquiringly.

With Xuanmin's temperament, letting him open his mouth and talk in such an environment would be as happy as death, a hundred times over. So Xue Xian held his breath, and as soon as he finished asking the question with his eyes, he felt that his wrist that was hanging by his side was being pinched and lifted up. Xuan Min scribbled a few strokes on his palm with his fingers without any expression—— corpse shop.

The corpse shop?

Xue Xian has heard of this name. It is said that there is a kind of craftsman in the Xiangjiang River, who specializes in picking up the dead and bringing those who died in other places back to their hometown for burial. They had always traveled only at night, and had to avoid strangers during the day. And this journey is long, and it can't be reached overnight. If it encounters rain and snow, it will be delayed for several days on the road. Therefore, every tens of kilometers in this area, there will be places for corpses and corpses to rest and shelter from the rain, called corpse shops.

Xue Xian has little contact with this kind of thing, so he doesn't know much about it, but in his impression, it is also very important to rush the corpse to pick up the work. Most of the corpses are brought back when they are not decomposed, otherwise Doesn't it get dirty wherever it goes, not to mention the fallen carrion worms, the lingering smell alone is enough to make a pot of people drink, who can stand it?

So, it's a bit unusual for this corpse shop to have such a strong smell.

Xue Xiansheng covered his mouth and nose reluctantly, hesitating for a moment with a green face, but still raised his foot and entered the door as if he was going out, and subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Xuanmin.

Xuan Min's face was very calm at first glance, except for the slight disgust for the smell and filth between the frowning eyebrows, there was almost no other reaction. However, Xue Xian read an indescribable sense of helplessness from his dark and silent eyes.

Xue Xian wanted to laugh a little when he caught a glimpse of the emotion in his eyes. This is not a funny thing at first, but on Xuan Min, the contrast is so stark and a little funny. But before the smile reached the corner of his mouth, he suddenly realized a problem——

Xuan Min is used to being quiet, and his emotions are deeply suppressed and airtight. Others often explore for a long time, and it is difficult to figure out the taste of the side from his eyes. Even Xue Xian had a hard time seeing through his mood and thoughts. But now, he was able to capture some of Xuan Min's emotions.

You don't even have to think about it, as if feeling that emotion is a natural thing...

As soon as the thought came naturally, Xue Xian suddenly reacted - copper coins!

Because of that string of copper coins.

After all, that kind of connection became closer because of the use of it again, and even such subtle emotions could be conveyed to Xue Xian.

Xue Xian's smile suddenly became complicated. After all, I don't know whether this kind of implication is good or bad. If it is deep enough, maybe even myself can't tell whether I am happy because I am really happy or because of the other party. The influence of emotions has deepened; if it is sad, will it be more sad because of the superposition of the other party's emotions.

The most terrible thing is that Xuan Min's reaction was passed on to him, so would his emotions and feelings be passed on to Xuan Min as well? Including some kind of urge to come out?

That would be too confusing.

Just thinking about it, Xue Xian felt that this old face could be discarded.

He thought about telling Xuan Min about this change after going out from here, whether it can be cut off or cut off, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

As soon as Xue Xian came back to his senses, he saw Xuan Min looking at him, and seemed to think that his expression of being frozen halfway between laughing and not laughing was very strange.

"Nothing." He waved his hand and said subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he silently rolled his eyes, feeling that all his seven orifices had ascended to heaven.

Xuan Min: "..."

This room is even more empty than Xue Xian imagined. To be precise, the whole room is almost empty, not to mention tables, chairs, desks, and even a stone pier where people can sit. Taking advantage of the faint light leaking in from the skylight, Xue Xian walked around the four walls.

Compared to the empty center of the room, the four walls are more famous. I saw some semi-circular iron hoops the size of palms were nailed on the wall densely or sparsely, both sides were nailed into the stone wall, and a small curve was arched in the middle.

Two such iron hoops are always nailed side by side, and then separated by a distance of one person's width, and then two side by side, so that they are usually nailed in a full circle on four walls.

Xue Xian stared at the iron hoops for a moment, and saw some scraped hemp ropes on some of them. Only then did he understand the function of the iron hoops—the corpse carpenters were probably resting here. When the corpse is standing, the body will be placed against the wall, and then tied to the iron hoop at both ends with hemp rope, and the body will be tied to the wall.

On the one hand, it can prevent the corpse from falling softly to the ground, and on the other hand, it can also prevent the corpse from being raised.

It's just very fast, Xue Xian's footsteps are a meal.

I only saw a trace of blood on the iron hoop in front of me. I don't know if it was smeared or splashed in a hurry. The only problem is that the blood is wet and sticky.

Xue Xian didn't lift his head, reached out and patted Xuan Min, and pointed at the iron hoop in front of him, motioning him to look at the blood.

Xuan Min frowned slightly, and quickly opened it again, he clicked the corner of the room where he had just stood.

Xue Xian glanced down his finger, and vaguely saw a length of hemp rope and some paper **** coiled on the ground. He just thought that it was all the debris left by the corpse carpenter. He didn't think there was any problem, so he didn't take a closer look and walked away.

But since Xuanmin pointed it out, it means it's not that simple. Xue Xian thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so he obediently stretched out his hand, palm facing up in front of Xuan Min.

Xuan Min was taken aback for a moment, but he still raised his hand and wrote something in his palm.

"Move the formation." After all, the palm of the hand is not as easy to understand as it is to say it directly, and it is not convenient to write too complicated, so Xuan Min wrote three words concisely and comprehensively.

What was the original name of this formation, I don't care about it. Anyway, after Xuan Min wrote this, Xue Xian already knew its function - just like the way that Lian Jiangshan disappeared in an instant, someone in this room once borrowed the formation and transferred it on the spot. before they chase.

Associating before and after, the person who escaped here is probably the person Xue Xian is chasing.

Just...

Xuan Min wrote on Xue Xian's palm again: More than one person.

Xue Xian simply walked over to the seemingly inconspicuous hemp rope and paper ball and squatted down. The smell of corpse that had accumulated on the ground for many years was even more unpleasant, Xue Xian couldn't help but frowned and covered his nose and mouth.

As he got closer to the ground, he realized that the ground had been drawn in a circle with blood stains, the hemp rope was coiled around the head of the circle, and those paper **** were talismans soaked in blood and dried, seemingly disordered. In fact, it is pressed around the blood circle in an orderly manner.

In addition, Xue Xian also saw several other things——

Just outside the blood circle, next to the seam in the corner of the wall, a few slender needles rolled down. The needles were still stained with dark bloodstains, which were almost integrated with the ground. not see.

There are too many uses for this kind of slender silver needles, but in the damp environment of the corpse shop, Xue Xian only thought of one of them— —

Some warlocks, in certain situations requiring risk, will replace them with corpses.

The so-called corpse general is to do some hands and feet on the corpses of the dead to make them "resurrect". At first glance, they seem like ordinary people, but they are actually controlled by warlocks and have no will of their own.

At the critical moment, when the silver needle was pulled, it became a corpse again, and the dead would never appear in the results of Lu Twenqi's help.

If this is the case, it is self-evident who the warlock is operating behind the scenes.

Since it has already reached such a situation, Xue Xian will naturally not stop there, only a few steps away from seeing the culprit. He simply grabbed Xuan Min's hand next to him and wrote in his palm: Can it still be used this time?

Xuan Min replied: Chase?

Xue Xian nodded.

Xuan Mian understood clearly and wrote: The formation has been abolished, but it can be restored.

After writing, he stroked his finger, squeezed out some blood, and dripped on the paper **** in a strange order.

A few muffled blood drippings fell, and the color of the blood circle that had almost solidified slightly brightened, and it seemed to come alive again.

Xuan Min waved at Xue Xian, signaling him to advance to the circle.

This blood circle is very narrow. It is just right for one person to stand in. Presumably the previous group of people also left one by one.

Xue Xian stood in the circle and planned to take a step first, but as soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Xuan Min's frown when he sealed the formation.

With Xuanmin's extremely critical nature, staying in this room for even a moment would be considered a great torment. So Xue Xian didn't even think about it, at the moment Xuanmin sealed the formation, he reached out and dragged him into the blood circle.

He had a lot of strength, and Xuan Min was caught off guard by him. When he entered the circle, his feet were unsteady, and he almost slammed into him.

The entire blood circle suddenly rolled up with a gust of wind knives, and with a long "hum" sound, the surroundings changed places in an instant. It's just that when the place changed, Xue Xian slightly regretted his actions just now—

The inertia force of Xuan Min's collision was so great that the two of them staggered a few steps in a row.

Xue Xian only felt that his back slammed into the rocky rock wall with a thud, and Xuan Min also pressed him up due to inertia and slammed into him.

The sharp rock slammed his shoulders twice, and the pain spread all at once. Even Xue Xian couldn't help groaning when he hit his back so unprepared. It's just that the back of the head, which is the easiest to hit, didn't hit any gravel. Instead, it touched something relatively soft, buffering the force.

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment before he could react. Before hitting the stone wall, Xuan Min subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect him. And what was pressing on the back of his head should be Xuan Min's hand.