At this time, Stutter said something that made my hair stand on end: "Face, my face..." When I heard this, I felt the cold air coming from my heels to my forehead. Wasn't it the faceless monster in the tomb that stuttered?
The ghost of the corpse must be possessed!
Stuttering murmured: "Face, where is my face?" As he spoke, he touched his face with his weak and boneless hands. At first, Stuttering could caress his cheek carefully, but after a while, he
The movements of his hands became faster and faster, and the intensity became stronger and stronger, and the touch gradually changed its taste.
My uncle was afraid that something might happen due to his stuttering, so he said to me: "Qinguan, eldest nephew, do you think you can save him?" I wanted to save him too, but I'm not a master like Master Zou Yang, and I'm just a dabbler at best.
Taoist priests, if you can't save yourself, how can you save others? However, if you think that if you really die here, the ghost may not be willing to give up, and my uncle and I will not be able to survive alone.
I stood forward and said to Stuttering: "I wonder which god got on top of my friend?" These ghosts were on the body. You can't mention that they are ghosts, otherwise they will be unhappy. Stuttering heard me ask him.
, there was no reaction at all, he just kept touching his face.
Pretending to be brave, I moved forward and dangled the light in front of Stuttering's face. I don't know if it was my light that attracted Stuttering, but Stuttering slowly raised his head that was drooping on his chest.
After I raised my head, I was secretly surprised. Stutter's seemingly harmless rubbing had already made his face red and swollen, but luckily no blood appeared.
But before I could finish rejoicing, Stutter raised his hand, and while I was stunned, he grabbed it on my face. Under the pale light, Stutter rolled his eyes and touched his face crazily. He tilted his neck, and his face
With an expression of joy on his face, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Face, I have a face!" I looked at the stutterer and said, "Friend, this face is not yours, it belongs to my friend who stutters!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Stuttering was shocked, and then said ferociously: "This is not my face, this is not my face!" As he said this, he scratched his face crazily with his nails, and Stuttering's face was scratched.
It was congested and swollen when he rubbed it. When he scratched it, he immediately saw blood, and scratches appeared one after another on his face. This stuttering man couldn't feel the pain at all, but with the sound of squeaking, this stuttering face was covered with scratches.
There were bright red blood stains on his face, and one of the scratch marks was from the left eyelid, through the nose, to the bottom of the right ear, which was shocking. Moreover, the scratched skin was all turned out, and the hand was extremely heavy.
All this happened in a very short period of time. I had just finished saying that this was my friend's face, but the stutterer was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He started to abuse himself crazily. I quickly stepped forward and tried to stop him.
Stuttering, if this continues, I'm afraid Stuttering will really lose face!
I stepped forward and tried to hold Stutter's right hand with my left hand, but as soon as I held his right hand with my left hand, I felt an indescribable force coming from his right hand. I was pushed by him and actually stepped back.
After a few steps, the stuttering now actually rivals the faceless monsters outside!
Since I couldn't get close to his body, I immediately pulled out a talisman and muttered something like "Tai Shang Lao Jun is as urgent as a law" and "Namo Amitabha". I waved the talisman in my hand as I spoke, but the talisman was not used at all.
It just fluttered and fell to the ground, so disrespectful!
When I saw the stutter in front of me, I was about to pull my eyes out. I immediately shouted: "Stop!" Then I bent down and picked up the talisman on the ground. Taking advantage of the short moment when the stutter was lost in concentration, I grabbed the talisman in my hand.
The talisman was attached to Stuttering's body. This talisman was carefully drawn for me when the master left. Each one is extremely precious.
Stutter, who was stuck with the charm, immediately let out a miserable cry, trembled all over, and wanted to take off the charm, but every time his hand touched the charm, it was blocked by the golden light emitted from the charm. This golden light touched Stutter.
Hand, stuttered and let out a scream.
Seeing Stammer behave like this, I felt a little reassured. At least now he won't scratch his face anymore. I said to the wailing Stammer in front of me: "I'll ask you again, who are you? Why are you possessed?"
On my friend?”
At this time, Stuttering had realized that it was impossible for him to take down the talisman, so he could only stare at me with his pale eyes and said: "Who am I? I don't know who I am?" I frowned and said: "
Who were you before your death and why are you here?"
Stuttering repeated my words: "Who was I in my lifetime? Why did I appear here? Who was I in my lifetime? Why did I appear here?" Stuttering kept repeating these words. Later, he spoke faster and faster, and the expression on his face
He was getting more and more ferocious. I was afraid that he was under a demonic barrier, so I immediately said: "Calm down first and tell me why you fell in love with my friend."
When Stutter heard what I said, he stopped thinking about who he was and why he was here. He whispered: "I want to look for face, I want to look for face. This person has a face, and I want to look for my face." Hearing Stutter.
Without thinking, my mind moved and I deduced the general idea of this matter. This ghost should be the ghost of the faceless corpse we met just now. However, more than two thousand years have passed, and he has been unable to let go of his obsession, so he
Wandering in this tomb, after the three of us came in today, he found that Stuttering had a face, so he thought it was his own face, so he got on Stuttering's body.
After thinking about it, I realized that this ghost was also a pitiful person. For more than two thousand years, he had been relying on his remaining obsession to survive. After thinking about this, I whispered to Stutter: "You are already dead, your face
I can't find it either." Stuttering said: "I'm dead and my face can't be found. Why can't I find my face? Where is my face?" Looking at Stuttering, he felt like he wanted to go crazy again.
I quickly said: "These are not the key. Since you can't think of it, don't think about it. Now I think you should leave my friend's body as soon as possible. Yin and Yang are separated. If you stay in his body for a long time, it will be bad for both of you."
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Stuttering obviously didn't hear what I was thinking, and continued to mutter: "My face, Yan Ji, give me back my face, Yan Ji, who is Yan Ji?" Stuttering obviously brought back the memories in front of Duo, according to the photo
He said this, could it be that Yan Ji is the black mist in the mural above?
I picked up the flashlight and shined it at the top of the tomb, wanting to take another look at the black mist. But what I couldn't believe was that the picture above our heads was gone! Looking at the clean tomb, I couldn't believe it.
Damn, I was stunned for a while, this haunting was so bad, the murals even ran away on their own!
I was still thinking about persuading the ghost on Stuttering to get him down, but when I shined my flashlight on Stuttering, I saw Stuttering straight forward. It looked like he had lost consciousness, so I got closer.
I went forward and hugged him, but before I could stand firm, I felt a whirring sound above my head. I intuitively felt that there was a strong force coming. I suddenly realized that this was the tomb door. Now I stuttered and fell.
, the door behind him also came over. I pulled the stutter and ran to the side, but the sound of the wind above my head disappeared. I turned around and saw that it was the uncle who had arrived at the door at this time and blocked the tomb door.
No tragedy was caused.
I dragged the stutter aside and shook it with my flashlight, trying to use my left eye to see what the ghost looked like and where it had gone. But after turning around, I didn’t find any ghost in the tomb. I don’t know where the ghost had gone.
Already.
Although Stuttering was scratched by him, fortunately, this ghost was just a trace of obsession during his lifetime and had no intention of harming others. Otherwise, Stuttering might not be as simple as a wound on his face.
I came over, turned off the flashlight, helped the uncle hold the door of the tomb, and said to the uncle: "Uncle, did you hear the ghost talking just now?" The uncle said: "Yes, this person should be the person in the tomb.
, his face was cut off during his lifetime, and his ghost still lingers after his death. He wants to find his face, but his consciousness must be incomplete and he cannot remember many things during his lifetime." I nodded in agreement.
After being silent for a while, I said to the uncle: "Uncle, do you know that Yan Ji existed in history?" The uncle thought for a while, chuckled and said, "Don't you study history? Why do you come to ask me?
?” “I study archeology,” I corrected, I sighed, and continued: “I just thought about it, it seems that there was no famous woman named Yan Ji in the history of the Qin Dynasty, Yan Ji Yan Ji
, could it be that she was a woman from the Yan Kingdom of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period?"
The uncle thought for a while and said, "Maybe, who knows." I said to the uncle, "Uncle, ever since I entered the tomb, I have felt that the tomb is a little weird. Have you noticed it?" The uncle hummed,
I continued: "This place is called Beauty Valley by the locals. Since there is a large tomb, it is not difficult to imagine that a woman should be buried here."
The uncle continued, and I continued: "This tomb is located in a dangerous terrain. Originally, I thought that this should be a landform that was formed after the tomb was built, but now it seems that it is not.
This landform should have existed before the tomb was built. The ancient people's Feng Shui skills were much better than ours. Especially for such a big event as building a tomb, a very powerful Feng Shui master would definitely be found to build it. However, this still happened.
The tomb is located on a dangerous terrain, so this thing is a bit strange."
The uncle was confused and asked: "What do you want to say?" I said: "I have thought of something, I don't know whether it is right or wrong, and I want to tell you."
The uncle said in a muffled voice: "Then tell me quickly!" I smiled bitterly. I had to explain my doubts. I sorted out my thoughts and slowly expressed my hypothesis.
