The three people kneeling on the ground, except for the child in the damselfly's arms who dared to open his ignorant eyes to look at the figure that seemed to be enveloped in a dark miasma, the other two people had their heads pressed tightly to the ground, each of them
Trying his best to suppress his breathing.
The damselfly stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to press down the child's head.
At this time, the figure who looked like a high-ranking official suddenly asked a question. Her heart was pounding, but she didn't understand what he was asking.
However, the old lady beside her reacted quickly and said repeatedly: "Sir, we have only arrived at this wild temple not long ago, and I don't know if anyone has been here before!
As for making a wish to the painting on the wall... I don’t even know."
The man, whose body was wrapped in a large and gloomy official robe, and whose face looked even more gloomy, shook his head when he heard this: "It's a pity that I have to waste another night..."
His eyes glanced back and forth between the old woman and the young woman, and finally looked at the boy whose head was forced down by the damselfly.
The horse-faced man grinned, which made people feel even more creepy.
"This doll is good..."
He was so skinny that almost only a piece of skin was left wrapped around the blue and black veins. His skeletal hand stretched out from under the sleeve of the man's robe, reaching towards the boy who broke away from his mother's hand and raised his head.
At this moment.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the temple door.
The man in the temple looked sharply——
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fear. This sense of terror made him feel that the air around him had become unsafe, as if there were sharp knives everywhere - he suddenly retracted his palm and did not move.
He turned around to see who was coming behind him, shook off the hem of his robe, and sat down on the ground next to the fire.
"The weather is too cold. It's better to light a fire to keep warm..."
The man muttered a few words to himself, picked up a few branches and threw them into the fire.
The sporadic flames in the fire exuded a trace of heat. After accumulating for a while, they finally ignited the few twigs, and the fire started to dance again in the small temple.
Several figures stepped into the wild temple, and the swaying firelight reflected the shadows of the latecomers, sometimes intertwined and sometimes superimposed on the walls and the ground.
The half-grown man who was left at the end turned back and closed the temple door.
The cold wind outside the temple finally stopped blowing into the temple.
The man in official robes next to the fire sat upright and watched the tall young man sit down next to the fire opposite him. The tall and thin old man following behind him bowed to wait on him.
The figures of these latecomers just covered the damselflies, their children, and the old woman behind them.
A warmer atmosphere circulated in this temple with a large hole in the roof. The warmth brought comfort to the mother and son kneeling on the ground, and the old woman felt a little courage in her heart.
They raised their heads cautiously and saw several half-grown men standing in front of them. Their eyes passed through the gaps between the figures of these young men and saw Su Wu sitting by the fire.
The damselfly saw Su Wu's side face and her eyes were a little surprised.
She recognized who Su Wu was.
But in this situation, no one took the initiative to speak, and she didn't dare to say anything at this time.
Su Wu raised his eyes and looked at the man in official uniform across from him. When the man met Su Wu's gaze, he felt a chill in his heart, as if there was a sharp knife on his neck, hanging on the back of his neck, touching it. The feeling in his chest suddenly burst out, and the fine hairs on his face stood up at the feeling of terror!
The man lowered his head, did not dare to speak, and did not dare to look into Su Wu's eyes again!
But the other party's voice slowly flowed into his ears, and his voice was calm, as if nothing happened at all: "Looking at your appearance and appearance, you don't seem to be one of us Han people.
Bannerman?”
"Yes, yes..." The man did not want to answer Su Wu's question, but his mouth refused to obey and directly told the truth.
"What is your name?"
"Bao Bao. His full name is 'Ilegen Alimbao'."
"Those officers who died in the wild forest at the front of the valley were the officers who came with you?"
Hearing Su Wu's question, 'Bao Bao' immediately wanted to resist the force that came from nowhere and not respond to the other party's question, but he was unable to resist at all. He just trembled all over and replied like chaff. :"Yes Yes……"
"Looking at the clothes you are wearing, you are an official of the imperial court.
What are you here for?" Su Wu's eyes paused slightly on the 'Hongshu Buzi' on the chest of Bao Bao's official uniform. Hongshu Buzi was the Buzi on the Qing Dynasty's seventh-grade civil servants' court uniforms.
The seventh-rank official must be the magistrate of another county or the county magistrate of the capital county.
Nowadays, it is rare for bannermen to go to other counties to serve as county officials.
Most of the Eight Banners disciples are still resting on their merits, eating, drinking and having fun every day, enjoying the glory and wealth in the capital.
"I received the emperor's order and went to Kaocheng County in the Central Plains to be appointed as the county magistrate. I happened to pass by here." Bao Bao answered with his head lowered. When facing Su Wu, he was always enveloped in that unspeakable fear, so much so that he could not help but feel sad. In front of Su Wu, who was not his master at all, he called himself a slave!
"Why did those officials die?
But was he killed by you?" Su Wu asked again.
As soon as this question was raised, the face of Bao Bao, the answerer, was distorted. His face was full of emotions mixed with anger, struggle and fear and escape. Two completely different emotions appeared on his face together, making his face look confused. It looked strange and twisted. He shook his head violently, wishing to break his neck, but he kept replying: "Those officials did die because of the slaves, but they were not killed by the slaves!
The slaves, the slaves use them to experience the 'hell changes'..."
Su Wu's eyes flashed with light, he stared at Bao Bao and asked, "What is the hell transformation?"
"Hell changes, hell changes -" Bao Bao's head shook even more violently, so that 'his' voice became vague and intermittent. His whole body was shaking, trying to respond to Su Wu's question uncontrollably - - But at this moment, his skin suddenly turned yellow and became mottled and rolled up, like a layer of paper that had been soaked by the years. Layers of paper were rolled up on his mottled and yellowed face!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Bao Bao's entire face has turned into a paper face. This face is completely different from his original image. It is a leopard-like face drawn on paper. Ring-eyed man!
Tsk!
'He' struggled to get up, but the paper covering his body tore apart during the struggle.
The paper covering his face with a picture of a leopard's eyes and a ringed face also fell off his face.
Under that paper face, there is another paper face!
This paper-faced face is actually a man who looks quite handsome——
Su Wu watched Bao Bao struggle to get up and picked up the paper face that fell off his face. He recognized the leopard-eyed face and the delicate face - these two faces belonged to the two people who died earlier. Official errand!
The tribulation shadows around him were tumbling, submerging Bao Bao's knees.
Bao Bao was unable to move under the influence of Su Wu's robbery shadow, and he couldn't even struggle!
"What is hell change?"
Su Wu sat by the fire, picked up the face of an official that had fallen off Bao Bao's face, and continued to ask him.
Bao Bao knelt down on the ground like a jade pillar pushing up a mountain of gold, and kept kowtowing to Su Wu: "Master! Master! You are the master! Please spare me - just spare me this time!"
As he kept kowtowing, pieces of paper were still falling off on his face.
A total of twenty-seven pieces of paper fell off his body.
It corresponds to the twenty-seven official servants who died previously.
After all the paper skin was peeled off, Bao Bao's face became blank. Under the skin of human skin, the outline of the facial features slightly protruded, but the real facial features were never able to grow.
Su Wu shook his head, looked at Bao Bao's face without facial features, and said, "I have a general understanding of what your so-called 'hell transformation' is - but after all, these are just my guesses.
What is the real situation? I need you to explain it clearly to me.
Tell me, what is hell transformation?"
"If people who are not in the six realms of gods are transferred to the six realms of gods after passing the punishment of hell, this is the transformation of hell..." After Bao Bao replied, he fell to the ground as if all the muscles and bones in his body had been taken away.