At the end of the stairs, there is actually a muddy path.
This trail is very common and is common in rural areas.
The paths after rain are usually filled with mud, making it difficult to walk.
Such an ordinary trail, even though it can be seen everywhere, should never appear in this place.
Because this is underneath the Red Building.
A country road unexpectedly appeared underneath an apartment without a basement.
No matter how you think about it, it feels weird.
The old ghost greeted Liu Hou and the two of them stepped onto the muddy ground. The old ghost had no body and passed lightly on the muddy path.
Liu Hou stepped into the mud, and this scene was actually seen by the old ghost's head.
The old ghost was stunned: "Little brother, why are you so heavy?"
Although the bound spirit in the Red Mansion has no memory of death, it still thinks that it is a human being. However, the bound spirit is a ghost, a ghost.
The behavior of ghosts is different from that of ordinary people, and common sense has been distorted unconsciously.
For example, the old ghost thinks that everyone should be light-hearted.
And why is Liu Hou so heavy that he can actually be stepped into the soil?
Liu Hou chuckled and explained calmly: "The Lou family is getting married today. I ate a lot of food at the wedding, so I gained weight."
"I see."
The old ghost believed Liu Hou's nonsense.
After walking for a while, Liu Hou took one step at a time.
This country road is so weird, it looks just like the real thing.
Both sides of the trail are covered with wormwood, some withered and yellow, and some still tender green.
There were gusty winds all around, and there were also puffs of water vapor blowing towards me. No matter how you looked at it, it was no different from the outdoors.
The moonlight is very bright, shining on the country road, illuminating the way forward.
Looking further away, through the moonlight, one can vaguely see the crisscrossing fields and the capped mountains at the end of the line of sight.
But when he looked back, he took a breath of cold air.
The road back was pitch dark.
The road they walked seemed to be like light being swallowed up by darkness, constantly disappearing.
From time to time, the wind blows, bringing a fresh pastoral atmosphere.
Liu Hou suppressed his curiosity and did not dare to look up at the moon.
He knew very well that although this place looked like the outside world, it was definitely still within the Red Mansion.
The rules mentioned that you cannot look at the moon in the Red Mansion or sleep in the Red Mansion.
He didn't dare to look up for fear of seeing the moon above his head.
The country road is rugged and I don’t know where it leads.
The old ghost talked to Liu Hou at random, and Liu Hou and You Yuwei answered nonchalantly.
Finally reaching the end of the trail, Liu Hou and You Yuwei took a look under the moonlight and felt a chill rush up their spines, shivering all over.
At the end is an open space, the moonlight is in full bloom, and the red moonlight is everywhere.
It was as red as blood on the ground.
Under this strange moonlight, large black coffins were placed on the ground.
A total of one hundred and eighteen coffins.
Seeing that Liu Hou and Liu Hou were in a daze, the old ghost found his coffin, threw his head into the coffin, and got in.
After lying in the coffin, he didn't forget to lift his head out with his hands and said with concern: "Hurry up and lie down in the coffin, otherwise Sister Hong will be angry!"
"Okay, let's go lie down immediately."
Liu Houqiang calmed down and quickly pulled You Yuwei towards the left.
But the old ghost suddenly said: "Where are you going?"
"Into the coffin."
Liu Hou said calmly.
The old ghost said suspiciously: "You live on the ninth floor, shouldn't you go to the right?"
Liu Hou slapped his forehead and pretended to be grateful: "Thank you, old man, for reminding me. I was born a road fool and almost took the wrong path."
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late."
The old ghost urged and put his head back into the coffin.
Liu Hou frowned slightly.
What does the old ghost’s last sentence mean? What does it mean that it’s too late, it’s too late?
Without having time to think about it, Liu Hou observed the placement of the coffin.
There are thirteen rows of these coffins, with nearly nine coffins in each row.
It is placed according to the appearance of the Red Building.
A dark wind blew, and all the coffins on the ground made a rattling sound.
"It is estimated that all the earthbound spirits in the Red Mansion who were not rescued by us have ended up in these coffins."
Liu Hou leaned into You Yuwei's ear and whispered.
You Yuwei nodded: "Probably. But why did Sister Hong make coffins for these bound spirits? What's the point of laying a bound spirit in a coffin?"
"Let me deduce it."
Liu Hou's heart moved and he placed his hand on the nearest old coffin.
"Can this also be deduced?"
You Yuwei was shocked.
Deduction is a type of divination, which is more convenient than divination because it does not need to borrow external objects and only needs to consume one's own Tao fire.
Although the entry barrier is very low, it is extremely difficult.
Simply wanting to use inference to explore the truth requires talent.
She has seen many Taoist priests who know the art of deduction, but they are all very powerful men. Really like Liu Hou, who only has fifth-level red fire strength, but he can successfully perform the art of deduction, and he can really do it.
Something is derived.
As far as she knew, there was only Liu Hou.
Every time she saw Liu Hou making deductions with his eyes closed, she was filled with admiration.
She almost became Liu Hou's little fan girl.
But she didn't know that Liu Hou knew how to deduce with a hammer. He just used deduction as an excuse and used the Book of Heaven to deduce.
The Book of Heaven is more reliable than any derivation technique.
Putting his hand on the coffin, a picture appeared on the page of the book.
It is the memory of the owner of this coffin.
She lives on the seventh floor, originally from the middle class in Spring City, and is a housewife.
However, her husband lost his job and could no longer afford to move out of the increasingly terrifying and gloomy red building. After losing his job, her husband drank every day, and when he was drunk, he domestically abused her and her son.
When she got up the next day, she would cover up the bruises from being beaten with heavy makeup and pretend to be happy.
She doesn't want her neighbors to see the joke.
This day after day, the painful days of despair, this endurance day after day, did not usher in a happy ending.
The beaten son is autistic at home and draws on paper every day.
One day, she picked up her son's paintings.
But was shocked.
The painting turned out to be a scarlet moon.
Under the red moon, their family of three stood neatly together.
At the beginning, it was written on the painting that you cannot look at the moon.
But after a few articles, the moon in the painting became increasingly redder and more like it was dripping blood.
There are three people in the painting.
The little figure in the skirt should be her in the son's painting. She actually held a pair of scissors in her hand and dug out her father's eyeballs.
In the painting, she is holding her father's eyes in her hands, with words written by her son next to them.
Look at the moon, look at the moon and you will be happy.
In another painting, she also dug out her son's eyes.
Raise your hands high, wanting to offer them to the moon.
The son's handwriting became more and more distorted: Look at the moon, the moon can bring you back to the past.
In the last picture, the room is filled with moonlight, and blood and moonlight are mixed together, making them indistinguishable from each other.
The red moon was covered with bloodshot eyes.
The father and son fell in a pool of blood, and she stood by the window of the house and dug out her own eyes.
The moon is smiling, smiling with satisfaction.
The son wrote on this last painting: Look at the moon, look at the moon. Look up, mom!
The woman looked horrified, lowered her head and asked her son what these paintings were about.
The son did not speak, but stared at her blankly.
No, his eyes were clearly not looking at her, but looking out the window.
Outside the window, there is only the moon hanging high.
"Looking at the moon, it would be great if we could really go back to the past."
The woman sighed, the moonlight tonight is so bright!
She walked to the window and looked up.
Just one glance, and I was so stunned that I couldn't move my eyes away again.
Chapter completed!