Zuo Jing tilted her head and stared at Chen Qiang. Something flashed in her eyes, "Ajie Gu?"

"Well." Chen Qiang's attention was still focused on the painting, seemingly indifferent to Zuo Jing's gaze, "It is rumored that there is a cruel custom in Tibet. In order to play the purest melody to pay tribute to the Immortal Heaven, they choose to sacrifice the most

The skins of pure girls were peeled off, and the drums made from their skins were called Ajie drums."

"It is said that the drum made in this way has a very ethereal sound and has the miraculous effect of communicating yin and yang. Whenever there is a major event, the Ajie drum will be carried out and played, so that the immortals can hear their appeals."

"And it is said that the chosen ones are all voluntary, which is a great honor for themselves and the tribe. In Tibet, only the most holy women can make drums. In the minds of those people,

Death is not terrible, it is like the birth of new life, a return to nature."

"As part of reincarnation, life and death are equal, and only happiness and auspiciousness are the most important." Chen Qiang said: "Maybe in their eyes, this is not cruel."

After saying this, Chen Qiang added hesitantly, "Of course, before I saw this drum, I thought these were just legends."

As soon as he finished speaking, a very discordant voice rang out, "That's bullshit. The most holy woman, Pi Cai, made drums. That's a pretense used by the powerful to deceive ordinary people. It's just to find a way for their perverted hobbies."

It’s just a moral starting point, similar to the way the ancient green forest bandits erected to protect heaven.”

"How come I haven't heard of any powerful leader handing over his daughter to be skinned and stretched?" Jiang Cheng said disdainfully: "Aren't their daughters pure?"

Chen Qiang was stunned for a moment. His original intention was not like this. He just told the truth about some records he saw. He didn't know where he touched the other party's nerves.

But Chen Qiang did not choose to argue with Jiang Cheng. Instead, he nodded slightly to the latter and said very gently: "I have learned a lesson."

"Hmph." Jiang Cheng hummed unceremoniously.

Xia Meng was almost annoyed with him to death. She wished she could end her mission and go out soon, and then hang him upside down in the yard as a mascot, bah, as a cow and horse.

"These bastards actually skinned her..." The fat man looked at the painting, and it was unbelievable just thinking about it. At the same time as the cold touch on his back, there was also the anger hidden deep in his chest.

"It's not just skinning." Chen Qiang spoke again. His gaze towards the woman in the painting was also mixed with some strange emotions. "Rumors say it was skinned alive, so that the spirituality of the drum can be preserved to the greatest extent."

Chen Qiang seemed to want to say something more, but after glancing at the others, he did not continue.

After discussing the issue of painting, everyone's next topics mainly focused on Ajie Gu and Mr. Huang.

Yes, it's Mr. Huang.

An Xuan somehow guessed that Mr. Huang was Mr. Huang pretending to be Mr. Huang. According to him, the clue was found on the boat last night.

But as for what exactly it was, he didn't say clearly.

Youqi looked very curious, but no one supported him, so it didn't cause much trouble.

Chen Qiang has been silent for a while since he spoke just now, and he doesn't know if he thought of something.

Because the mission has reached this stage, everyone has their own plans in mind, so it is no longer realistic to coordinate and arrange for everyone.

In the end, no matter what An Xuan said, everyone just didn't refute it on the surface.

After all, the survivors are not stupid, and everyone can clearly see what happened to Tang Shirou.

An Xuan rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "In this case, everyone can move freely, but I suggest that you try to avoid areas where people from the Huang family frequently move."

After a pause, he continued: "If you are interested in drums, you must not act alone. The bronze mirror on the second floor of the attic can reveal ghosts. You must be more careful and do not touch the drum, otherwise

Ghosts will appear."

These are all lessons learned in blood.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the death of Master Liao Zhi was not unjust. After all, he accidentally hit the drum.

The disaster was caused by himself. Jiang Cheng and An Xuan were at best unwilling to save their lives, but this was in a nightmare. Not to mention unwilling to save their lives, there were so many people who added insult to injury.

Anyway, it seems that neither of them feels they owe their teacher Liao Zhi.

"Doctor." Walking on a gravel path, the fat man couldn't help but feel his feet were a little bit numb. He frowned and said, "What are we doing here?"

The place is very desolate, and most of the surrounding houses are very dilapidated, as if they have been abandoned for a long time.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there are any clues hidden.

It's true that there are few people around.

"Waiting for someone."

Jiang Cheng seemed to feel that it was almost done, so he found a conspicuous place to sit down, with his back against a strange-shaped tree, which was very shady.

The fat man came to him. Before he could open his mouth, he heard movement near a wall. Then a little head poked out from the other side of the wall. After seeing the fat man, his head shook.

"It's you!" The fat man showed a delighted expression and hurriedly greeted: "Come here quickly!" He took out a few steamed buns that were always on hand and waved them at the little beggar.

This was the fat man's breakfast, but he didn't eat it. He wanted to leave it to the little beggar. After all, the other person was willing to save his life. It was only his fault that he didn't see the mystery.

The little beggar climbed up the wall, but did not jump down. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng standing aside, showing his vigilance.

"Little brother, he is also a good person." The fat man explained: "A very good person. You can still see me now, thanks to him."

Perhaps the fat man's explanation worked. The little beggar jumped down from the wall, but still walked around Jiangcheng and came to the fat man. Without being polite to him, he took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slow down." The fat man said with a smile: "Don't choke. If there are meat dishes at noon, I will save them for you. Remember to pick them up later." He paused, seemed to have thought of something, and reminded: "

Be careful when you come here."

As if he was too tired to eat while standing, the little beggar simply sat across from the fat man and ate. The fat man just squatted on the ground and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something and suddenly said "Huh?"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Jiang Cheng immediately came to the little beggar, "Doctor," the fat man protected the little beggar behind him and said quickly: "Promise me you won't arrest him."

Jiang Chengli ignored him, pointed at the little beggar's waist and said, "Where's the kit on you?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the little beggar behind him. Before he could speak, the little beggar showed an indignant look, then broke off a branch and started drawing on the ground.
Chapter completed!