In the carriage, Li Zhentian looked out the window expressionlessly, purple light flashed through his eyes, and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.
Although it was not ideal, Ember breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Black Tiger Hall. The coachman opened the door and Yi Yan got out of the carriage.
"By the way, will you participate in the mission to the Dead Infant Village in half a month?" Li Zhentian in the car suddenly turned his head, looking at the embers and said.
"I made an agreement with Zhang Yuetian from Baiyuemen. I will definitely go to the Dead Infant Village next time for the mission." Yu Jin didn't dare to fool around at this juncture, he said honestly.
"Promise?"
Li Zhentian paused. The strange light in his eyes flashed again when he looked at Yu Yan. He seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say it clearly. He just nodded and said
"Then you have to take care of your body more closely these days. I think you are almost dead. If you have any questions during this period, try to find Shen Yong'an. If you really need something, use this to go to the City Lord's Mansion to find me."
After that, he threw a wooden sign with his name on it to Ember, and then the driver pulled the carriage again and left straight along the road.
Yi Yan carefully took the wooden sign back into his arms, turned around and walked into the garden without saying anything.
"Grandpa, are you back?"
The moment he approached the garden, Yi Yan suddenly noticed that Wang Chen, a boy with a red face, was squatting in the bamboo forest and seemed to be doing some exercise. The maid who had brought him food before was also inside. He didn't need to look closely to know that the two of them were doing it.
What.
"..."
Wang Chen raised his head and looked at the embers, with a hint of shame in his eyes.
Yi Yan squeezed out a smile and said hello, and then left in a hurry.
This boy Wang Chen looks to be only about sixteen years old. He was probably taken on the road by his cheap brother Wang Suo ten days ago. I didn't expect that he is already so skilled now. He is sitting in the garden in broad daylight.
Such an indecent thing.
Returning to the room, Yi Yan found that the door was slightly opened, and there was a figure walking towards the door with claws and claws.
"Wanyu?" He opened the door and called with a frown.
The voice trembled when she heard the words. She turned around with an abnormal blush on her face. She held the coat on her chest tightly and said nervously, "I didn't go outside to peek at what they were doing."
"Isn't this self-inflicted?"
Although he didn't show it on his face, Yan Yan still cursed in his belly. He didn't have time to care about this. He took a pile of firewood and walked into the kitchen next door, preparing to light a fire to make some steamed buns.
There was not enough time, so Yi Yan wanted to take this opportunity to go to the underground black market again and find the old man to exchange for at least four dust-concealing charms, so that he could survive in the Dead Infant Village.
But if you make it yourself, you can steam an average of four baskets at a time, with ten steamed buns in each basket, and you can make forty buns at a time, and it only takes five or six hours to complete.
"Wanyu, I'll teach you how to make steamed buns, and you can help me."
Yi Yan handed a barrel full of flour to Zhang Wanyu and taught her how to operate it. Her originally nervous face instantly gained a glow.
.......
Night falls again, and there are more and more obscene sounds in the garden.
Only smoke rose from the kitchen of the house where the embers were located. Many people came here during the period and wanted to get some food from it. However, after seeing the embers, they thought of Wang Yun's miserable appearance before and left one after another.
"Three hundred and ninety-eight, three hundred and ninety-nine, four hundred!"
When the last basket of steamed buns came out, Zhang Wanyu opened the steamer attentively and carefully counted the number of steamed buns inside layer by layer. After confirming that there were four hundred, a bright smile appeared on her fair face.
Yi Yan was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he saw Zhang Wanyu smiling so happily.
At the same time, he was also a little surprised. He and Wang Hu hadn't shown such smiles for who knows how long.
Maybe a month? Half a year?
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from the corners of his face and the black stains on his forehead. Zhang Wanyu's body was just a little nervous. Her eyes were stiff and empty as she looked ahead, and her heart was beating a little hard.
"Sorry, there is some sweat on your forehead."
Yu Yan secretly sighed that he had made a mistake and actually did these things at this time. After adjusting his mood, he packed all the steamed buns and put them into the statue of Kong Shu.
"You just stay in the room and keep watch. There is still extra flour in the bucket. You can make your own steamed buns. I'll be there as soon as I go."
After Yu Yan finished his instructions, he took the steamed buns and left. By the time he left, the sky was already as dark as thick ink.
There were vaguely night-watch ghost hunters wandering around with torches.
"Brother Ember? Where are you going so late?"
At this moment, he looked towards the place where the sound originated, and saw two brothers, Wang Suo and Wang Chen, looking at him among the green bamboos.
....
"I'm going out for a while and I'll be back soon"
Yi Yan was speechless, and at the same time he admired the two brothers. It was like they were possessed by Teddy, and they could continue to fight for such a long time.
After the greetings were completed, Yi Yan hurriedly walked out of the Black Tiger Hall. At this moment, three carriages were parked at the door. One of the familiar ghost hunters saw Yi Yan coming out and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Go to the Bloody Restaurant"
Ember threw him a bundle of bark and closed the doorway.
The coachman took the bark without asking any questions, knowing that the ember was eager, so he traveled very fast along the way. The surrounding scenery quickly receded, and he had already arrived at the familiar place in less than ten minutes.
"I want to go down"
He walked into the door. It was still very messy as usual. The proprietress was sitting on the counter and fell asleep. She waved her hand without raising her head and asked Yi Yan to open the tunnel and go in. She turned over and continued to sleep.
.
Half an hour later, Yi Yan walked around the twisting stairs and numerous stalls, and followed his memory straight to the old man's shop.
The underground black market was still the same as usual, with people coming and going. He originally hated the atmosphere here. It was like a place that did not comply with the law. It was full of violent scenes such as meat-eating and selling.
"no one there?"
When Yu Yan saw that the door of the talisman shop was empty, he was a little confused, thinking that the old man selling talismans was sleeping inside, so he pushed the door open and went out. After scanning around, he found that there was no trace of anyone inside.
Is it possible that the old man also bought one to play with?
Yi Yan sat on the chair and waited patiently for a few minutes. Seeing that the old man had not appeared yet, he felt a little irritated.
He started to get up and look around the store.
The simple wall cabinet was filled with some very common charms, such as transmission charms, filth removal charms, etc.
Ji Yan was not interested in these things, and he felt a little disappointed. He was about to walk away, but suddenly he found a book as thick as the palm of his hand on the old man's counter.
Curious for a moment, he opened the book and started reading.
This book roughly records the old man's experience in making charms and some strange things he experienced.
"Um?"
Originally, he was just flipping through it casually. Yi Yan was not interested in the content above and just wanted to pass the time. However, while flipping through it, he suddenly saw something very interesting.
The notes record what the old man saw and heard about the cultivation and production of weird things.
Creating weird things requires a continuous supply of Yin Qi, and it is best to be in a place of Jueyin, so that there is enough Yin Qi for it to be transformed into weird things.
Secondly, he must harbor strong resentment, kill human beings in an extremely cruel way, and let them die without resting in peace. He must practice in the Jueyin Land for several years before he can be called weird.
In this way, you can quickly develop a weirdo. In addition, if you want to practice weirdness, you can make a Yin-concentrating array. In the array, the Yin energy keeps pouring in, and the Yang energy becomes weaker and weaker, and then the array is eliminated.
outside.
The generated Yin Qi will also consciously attract more ghosts, and the ghosts will nourish the Yin Qi, and then the Yin Qi will spiral and condense, and then it will be successful.
"Can weirdness be created artificially? I thought..."
Yi Yan murmured softly, but at the same time his heart beat a little faster, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He carefully looked through the contents recorded in the notes and memorized the key points in his mind one by one.
"A steady supply of Yin Qi...and being killed in an extremely cruel way?"
Yu Yan kept repeating these two sentences in his mouth, and he remembered what the old man Guan Luoyin met said:
All the villagers in Bianyin Village were killed in an extremely cruel way. Everyone in the village, old and young, was cut into pieces.
And when he was in the grotto, after the stone wall was broken open, he discovered a tomb named Yu Qianqian.
Although this tomb is covered with talismans, it still cannot suppress the resentment inside it. The large vats placed around it are used to create Yin Qi for the owner of the tomb to practice.
If we go by the things in this old man's book, it is obvious that a very terrifying ghost was placed artificially in the tomb.
Although he broke the tomb and did not find the whereabouts of this evil ghost, it did not mean that it was not inside.
Now it looks more and more like the place of Jueyin recorded in the old man's book.
Is it possible that some kind of monster is being raised in Bianyin Village?
Thinking of this, his heart beat a little faster. From this point of view, the things in the tomb are likely to be related to the death of Wang Xiaoli and the others.
Who would be so cruel as to cut everyone in a village into pieces?
"What are you looking at?"
At this moment, a cold voice came from Yi Yan's ear.