Chuntao, however, refused to say anything anymore.
She cast a sideways glance and said coldly: "You are a low-class person, so you should mind your own business and stop gossiping, so that you can live a few more years. Remember my words, Merchant Fort is not as simple as you think."
Chuntao couldn't get any more information out of here. Shang Qing'e had completely forgotten about Li Jun now. Li Jun decided to go to the ancestral hall tonight to explore.
No matter what kind of ghost it is, if you can talk about it, talk about it. If you can't talk about it, just suppress it and kill it.
…
A pale, thin paper figure floated and silently sneaked into the Merchant Fort Ancestral Hall.
The paper man was wrapped with a very thin thread of spiritual thought, a non-existent thread, which stretched into the distance. Li Jun was sitting in the room.
Divine thoughts control the Yang Xuan paper figurine.
At this moment, half of the body of Yang Xuan's paper figurine has been repaired. Xuan's hands are skillful, and he spits out spider filaments to weave paper, and the repair is done in a decent way.
An old building appeared in Li Jun's sight. The wooden structure had turned black and exuded an aura of corruption. It was quite old.
Like a dead cemetery, it exudes a strange coldness, and strangers dare not enter.
No wonder no one dares to come to the ancestral hall. Apart from the terrifying legends, the aura here alone is terrifying. Even through the paper figures, Li Jun’s hair stood on end.
The lights are dim.
A long-bright lamp appeared in Li Jun's sight. The lamp was lit with sesame oil, and the fragrance was fragrant.
"Who lit the ever-burning lamp?"
Li Jun questioned, but suddenly laughed at himself. Naturally, he was the person responsible for taking care of the ancestral hall in Shangbao. Although Chuntao told Li Jun that strangers should not come near this ancestral hall. No one dared to enter it for many years. That also refers to ordinary people.
If no one really dares to enter this ancestral hall, then there is no need for its existence. The upper levels of Merchant Fort will naturally try their best to seal it.
Even if they don't have this strength, they will still pay for experts to do it, and they will never let the big thorn in the ancestral hall exist.
Suddenly, a white light flashed.
Li Jun squinted his eyes and turned to look at the source of the white light. In the corner of the ancestral hall, there was a piece of white object. Look carefully...
Li Jun was shocked.
bone?
There are animal bones. Judging from the shape of the bones, there are animal bones. Among them, chicken and duck bones are the most numerous, and there are also some pigs, cows and sheep.
However, in addition to animal bones, there are also human bones.
There are vague remains of dried flesh and blood, some large and small, even newborn babies. Their thin and small hands are clenched silently, obviously they have experienced great pain before death.
"Is there really a ghost here?"
"Happy for human flesh and blood."
"Chuntao is wrong. The ghosts here are not sealed, but someone deliberately raises them and feeds them blood every day."
"Is it a vegetable?"
Li Jun had previously known through Yun Ji from Baoqixuan that the cultivators here would raise vegetables and supply blood food to ghosts and monsters to improve their strength.
Li Jun always thought that a rookie must be an adult no matter what, so how could he use a newborn baby? At this moment...
He was extremely angry.
Ever since he traveled to this world, Li Jun felt that his bottom line had been lowered again and again, and he almost had no bottom line. Even He San had devoured so many mortals before, and Li Jun tolerated him.
On the one hand, although He San is powerful, in this crisis-ridden world, Li Jun needs strong thugs.
Gouda has a strong bloodline, but he is still a young unicorn after all. It is not enough when he encounters a very powerful opponent. Gouda needs to grow up.
Li Jun also needs to grow up.
On the other hand, He San has never swallowed a baby and has not touched Li Jun's bottom line.
At this moment, looking at the tiny bones on the ground and imagining the tragic situation, Li Jun felt murderous intent in his heart.
"Hey~ after so many years, someone is here again."
A cold and ethereal voice sounded, and Li Jun turned around to look. In the middle of the ancestral hall, there was a wooden frame, and a piece of air-dried cloth was hanging on the shelf.
It's dim, old, black, and dusty, giving it a very old feel.
"who?"
Li Jun stared at the cloth and took a closer look. What kind of cloth was it? It was clearly human skin that had been peeled off completely. It was stretched straight and hung on a wooden frame. A face appeared on the skin.
The face of a middle-aged man.
Revealing exhaustion and sadness, a touch of resignation.
"who I am?"
The middle-aged man smiled, closed his eyes, and thought for a long time: "I only have a piece of skin left, no heart and brain, and a lot of memory.
I only remember, Mrs. Shang, this bitch, she took off my skin and placed me in this lonely place, how many years has it been?"
The middle-aged man's face was sighing repeatedly.
It's pitiful.
But Li Jun would never pity him rashly. Not to mention the weird environment here, just the skeletons of children in the corner were enough to calm Li Jun.
If you look at someone who is pitiful, you must be really pitiful. Maybe you are just pretending.
Li Jun drifted forward.
The paper man's body was trembling and he looked very scared. This was Yang Xuan's instinctive reaction, but not Li Jun's reaction.
In Leatherface's eyes, it was Li Jun who was afraid. Li Jun did not explain, but looked at Leatherface quietly. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
At this time, if you don't know the enemy's situation and speak rashly, you can easily fall into passivity. It is better to be shameless, say nothing, and look at each other.
Li Jun was not planning to escape. If Leatherface was an extremely powerful person, he would not have been trapped here for so many years. He would not have forced Li Jun to fight him after he entered the ancestral hall, and would have killed him long ago.
Leatherface and Li Jun looked at each other for a moment, then finally lost their battle and began to speak actively.
"Hey, I am Mrs. Shang's husband, her son-in-law, the little paper man. Is there someone else controlling you behind the scenes?"
The human-leather face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes were not looking at Yang Xuan's paper manikin, but looking directly towards Li Jun's house in the direction of the paper manikin.
The hair on Li Jun's body stood up, and he felt like he was being peeped at, but... Li Jun was not afraid, and still closed his eyes without raising his eyebrows.
"Senior, if you speak directly to the paper man, I can hear and see you." Li Jun said calmly.
Leatherface was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that Li Jun was not only not surprised, but also reminded him to talk to the paper man directly? This... shouldn't the average person panic when someone sees through the trick?
Leatherface was only stunned for a moment, and then said: "You are here for the treasure of Merchant Fort? Haha, after so many years, you are not the first, and you will not be the last."
"treasure?"
Li Jun pretended not to understand and said: "Well, I am just a refugee. I fled to the vicinity of Merchant Fort and almost starved to death on the official road. Fortunately, Miss Shang took pity and rescued me. Excuse me..."
"What treasure is there?"
Li Jun's thin paper body floats in the air, giving him a feeling of weakness and helplessness.
Leatherface's expression was weird. He thought that Li Jun would have a lot of words to say, but he didn't expect that this guy directly lied that he was a refugee and that he was about to starve to death?
this……
Even in troubled times, how can a cultivator with such means starve to death?