"Ling'er, you remember, our Zang family is the founder of the Zang sect. And the ghost seal tattoo is the secret art of the Zang sect." Grandma said seriously: "Of course, since it is a secret art, there must be younger generations.
Stealing lessons. So in addition to the Zang family, there are other people who have mastered the Ghost Seal Pattern, but what they have mastered is only superficial. The real essence is in the book that grandma left for you. After you read that book carefully
, and then just follow what grandma said in the letter."
This is the third time today that grandma has said the words "remember" to me.
There are no more than three things.
However, I still don’t understand what grandma’s purpose is for doing this.
Is she explaining the funeral arrangements?
Then they saw four young men, who were called Zangmen in grandma's mouth, who had finished treating the four remaining corpses with ink lines and cinnabar.
Then they turned their eyes to grandma again, and then I realized that their eyes only had white kernels and no black pupils.
They had never been like this before, otherwise how could I not have discovered it.
The village chief's exclamation at the next moment also confirmed my guess, "You, your eyes, what are you, Grandma Zang, and the others?"
"Wang Youcai, I blame you for what happened today, but I can't blame you entirely. As long as you can promise the old lady one thing, you will be fine today." Grandma looked at the village chief and said.
The village chief rolled his old eyes and ran to grandma without hesitation.
Then the two of them whispered, not knowing what they said.
I just watched the village chief keep nodding, and then he glanced at me and returned to where he was.
What are they talking about?
Just when I wanted to ask, grandma took the initiative and waved: "Ling'er, come here."
When my grandma finally called me, I was very happy and ran over without hesitation.
What I didn't expect was that as soon as I got closer to grandma, I felt my feet tighten. When I looked down, I realized that at some point, four Zangmen had tied up my feet with red strings.
When it was even more irritating, he didn't use ordinary red thread, but tied a diamond knot at every other section, and there were also five-pointed copper bells hanging on the edge.
I have read records in books that this kind of thread was called Immortal Binding Rope in ancient times. It is said that no matter you are a human or a ghost, as long as you are tied by this thread, the immortals will not be able to escape, so it is called Immortal Binding Rope.
"Grandma, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up?" It is self-evident who the four Zang disciples take orders from.
I now understand that although they were brought by the village chief, they would never act without grandma's instructions.
It's a pity that grandma didn't say a word or turn back to me.
She just led the four Zang disciples and walked outside the house.
I looked at my grandma's back and suddenly felt something bad: "Grandma, what are you going to do? Is your resentment leaking out and attracting all the ghosts around you? Let me go and let's go to each other together. I can help."
of."
"Grandma! Don't leave me."
Just when I was crying and shouting, grandma finally turned around and said, "Ling'er, don't be afraid, a hundred ghosts are nothing to our Zang family. It's just that after this battle, it will be difficult for the Zang family to hide.
You have to go on your own. Remember what I said to you."
"Wang Youcai remember your promise."
After saying that, no matter how much I cried for grandma, I never looked back for a moment.
Just hearing a "clang" sound, the door that had just been opened was tightly closed again.
At the same time, all the windows in the house were blown open by the cold wind again, and the sound of the wind was accompanied by things rolling around on the floor. It was also mixed with shrill ghostly screams, which was very scary.
But I turned a blind eye to all this. I just stared at grandma's back through the window.
At first, even through the door, I could still tell where my grandma was through her figure.
But later, as the wind became more and more shrill, the shouting became more and more rampant. There were more and more figures outside the door.
Ten, fifty, a hundred...
In the end, I couldn't even count, and among the dense crowds of figures and the constant sounds of fighting, I could no longer find any trace of my grandma.
"Damn! Didn't we say a hundred ghosts? There are only a hundred here and there." The village chief looked at the scene outside, trembling with fear but couldn't help cursing.
"What do you know? The Hundred Ghosts are just a rhetoric. The Yin soldiers borrowed the passage and said that the Hundred Ghosts walked at night. But that time the Yin soldiers borrowed the passage, a large-scale war or natural disaster occurred. How could only a hundred people die in such a scene?
"I yelled at Wang Youcai speechlessly.
Wang Youcai was already scared, but when I yelled at him, his face turned pale: "Xiao Ling'er, why are you so fierce? Then I'm not from your Zang family, so I definitely don't know as much as you do."
But it was because I was trapped by my grandma that I vented my anger on him. So when he said this, I immediately stopped talking.
However, Wang Youcai is not without eyesight when he is the village chief. Seeing me like this, he quickly spoke again: "Xiao Ling'er, please keep your heart in your stomach. Regardless of whether it is a hundred ghosts or a thousand ghosts, in front of your grandma
It’s nothing. It’s for your own good that she doesn’t let you out.”
"I know."
"What? You know." I was very calm and calm, but Wang Youcai was stunned: "You know you were crying like that just now?"
Not many people would be happy to be exposed on the spot, and naturally I was the same.
But I soon regained my normal composure: "It was just now. Now you see, although there is chaos outside, but inside our house it is very peaceful, and if my grandma really didn't have the ability to suppress them, the five corpses in the house would have gotten up long ago.
It's causing chaos."
Mentioning these five corpses, Wang Youcai's face suddenly turned bad.
The man immediately ran up to me, as if he was about to hug his thigh. It wasn't until I kicked him that he stepped back and asked, "Aren't these five corpses already deflated? So what?"
Can we still pick up the corpse?"
"Corpses and ghosts are one body. There are hundreds of ghosts running rampant outside, and if you can't suppress them, you think there won't be any ghosts. How about borrowing corpses to bring back souls? If not, they can always use corpses to suck our yang energy, right?
To put it bluntly, once the popularity weakens, they will take advantage of it."
But now these five corpses are still like good babies, which only shows that my grandma is indeed strong enough.
It is only a matter of time before we can deal with these ghosts outside.
"Seriously?" Wang Youcai's eyes lit up when he heard what I said.
Seeing his expression, I became more and more convinced that they really didn’t know much about grandma or our Zang family. I guess we were evenly matched, so there was no need to seek information from him.
However, at this moment, a huge noise suddenly broke out outside.
It seemed like several bundles of detonators exploded at the same time, or like...
Wang Youcai was startled, but for some reason I instinctively raised my head and looked up at the sky.
As luck would have it, a small hole was blown out of the roof above me, and through the hole I actually saw a huge, pure black tattoo.
