Yu Xing did not take over Jiang Po's words for a while. Zhao Mou, who knew his personality, immediately took over the initiative and began to test topics related to the soul.
Speaking of this, the smile on Jiang Po's face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of sorrow.
"Why……"
"It's a long story."
According to Jiang Po, there is a kind of evil technique in this world called shadow puppetry, which evolved from folk shadow puppetry.
The founder was originally a shadow puppet master. Somehow he got a soul-forbidden technique dug out of an ancient tomb. The headmaster combined the two and finally developed the ability to draw the living soul into the shadow puppet and use the soul to enter the play.
However, there is a limitation in this ability, that is, after the soul enters the shadow puppet, the shadow puppet will be out of control. The performer can only make up stories by himself, induce these souls to immerse themselves in the performance, or die in the play.
After entering the play, the soul will lose its memory in reality and immerse itself in the performer's identity. Naturally, after a long time, the soul will still notice something is wrong. Therefore, the character arranged should be similar to the soul itself, the better.
After the life soul is performed, he will return to his body, as if he has a big dream, and he will soon forget it and do not know that he has been captured by the performer.
After all, this is an evil technique. Using external forces to pull the soul out of the body is a huge damage to the soul. Moreover, the more deaths of the living soul in the play, the weaker its defense will be, and the easier it is to be replaced by the identity in the play.
If the performer is determined to kill someone, he only needs to induce the soul to die a few more times. After that, even if the play is finished, the soul will become unfamiliar with the body. It will go beyond the death step and become a lonely ghost, or die suddenly after the body is completed.
Even if the performer just captures the human soul and plays it, it will consume the power of the human soul and return it to the next time. Only more than half of it may cause the living person to become stupid and dull, or become disabled.
So when this shadow puppet technique first appeared, it was suppressed by various alien sects in the world, and it was sealed as a forbidden technique, and it was difficult to appear again.
But, Master Wanban is the inheritor of shadow puppetry.
"After practicing shadow puppet, it is so bizarre and terrible, it is hard to defend against, but the most heartbreaking thing is the practice of this evil technique!" Jiang Po patted her thigh with her hand, and banged her twice to express her indignation.
Zhao Mou asked keenly: "What do you say? Is it true that the methods of all masters practicing shadow puppet are related to the flood six years ago?"
Jiang Po sighed again.
She slowly told a very terrible truth.
To practice shadow puppetry, you must first learn the soul-forbidden technique. This soul-forbidden technique was banned hundreds of years ago and was prohibited from practicing because it would take many lives to lay the foundation for learning it.
If a practitioner wants to extract ninety-eighty souls, he must also be a soul with strong negative emotions, breaking and fusing these souls and cooking them in a pot. Under the influence of forbidden techniques, these mixed souls will eventually be condensed into a small physical embryo. As long as the practitioner eats the embryo and drinks the soup in the pot, he will be able to stay young and live for a long time.
Then all the masters have always been for this. The more they see, the more they want to live longer. In order to make him live for a long time, he no longer knows how many "nine nine eighty-one" he has killed.
But the forbidden art is jealous. When the masters do these things, they hide from each other. Nine years ago, he came to Fengtou Town, a place surrounded by mountains and water on four or three sides, and fell in love with it.
Master Wanban secretly collected the souls and killed eighty-one persons in three years. Some of them were local elderly people, who were already old and suddenly went quietly in their sleep, and their children at home would not be too suspicious.
There are also tourists from other places, and those who die in foreign lands are the most difficult to pursue. As long as the news cannot be spread, the families of these people cannot be found.
Occasionally, he would pretend to be accidental and take away the souls of some middle-aged people and women. If it is a pregnant woman, he would take away the baby in his womb.
Just when these eighty souls were obtained, I don’t know what accident happened. The cooked embryo was fed to Yejiang without entering the mouth of Master Wanban.
There are often floods in Yejiang, and many people have died in it. They are full of resentment and have a vague tendency to form evil spirits. As soon as the embryo that condenses resentment enters, it immediately becomes a natural container and lead, making the "Jiangsu" completely take shape.
That day, the wind was blowing, the sky and the earth changed, and the river water suddenly became violent, triggering an unprecedented flood. It was Jiang Po who arrived and suppressed the evil spirits in the river, which made the flood recede.
But all this was too difficult and consumed too much energy from Jiang Po. She suppressed Jiang Song and fainted. When she woke up again, the credit had been stolen by thousands of masters. The people thought that the masters had made contributions in controlling water and respected him very much, but they ignored the real hero Jiang Po and even had prejudice.
"Didn't you try to tell the truth?" The Siren frowned, with a hint of pity and resentment on his face, but he was very alert in his heart.
Because no matter from any aspect, the mother-in-law in front of her didn't seem to be able to manage water disasters alone. In the rumors of the people in the town, all the masters gathered many strangers under their command to help and made a lot of preparations before they could barely suppress the flood.
Moreover, when she was a sedan girl, she had seen Jiang Su in the stage world. She was an almost-formed "god" and even getting close would be polluted. If Jiang Po really had the ability to defeat Jiang Su, would she still be worried about not being able to kill all the masters?
"I'm ashamed to say that I lost most of my power in that battle, and I'm already half a useless person when I wake up again." Jiang Po laughed, and was relieved when talking about such past events. "I'm no longer able to get involved with those evil heretics, so I can only save myself, so I took the initiative to build a small building by the river."
"Living here, I can also pay attention to Jiang Su's suppression from time to time, which can be regarded as giving the last little effort for this people..."
While they were chatting here, Yu Xing was a little absent-minded.
After a glance, he saw a black shadow flowing behind the jar boxes beside the wall, groping everywhere like his hands.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Brother Jiu quietly.
Sure enough, Guijiu was checking the objects under Jiang Po's nose.
"Anyway...you know now that something is wrong with your soul." Jiang Po touched the handwarming blanket made of animal fur in her hand, and looked at them with pity, "I know you are not ordinary people, and your soul is much stronger than ordinary people, but even so, under the deliberate torture of all the evil heretics, they are already ruined."
"He will definitely attack you. By then, your souls will be the biggest weakness and will be unstable. As long as he performs the soul-forbidden technique again, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to escape."