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Chapter 74: Martyrdom

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door from deep in the darkness.

The sound broke the dead silence in the house.

Voices, noises, and footsteps sounded together.

The world seemed to "come alive" at this moment.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but the surrounding darkness seemed to have shrunk a lot, the cold air gradually receded, and the lights flickered with warmth.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to experience the darkness and silence just now, so she decided to look for the noise.

Then he turned around.

scare!

An expressionless face in the darkness.

She took a few steps back and opened her voice to shout for help.

"Mrs. Huyan, are you okay?"

Talking? Is it human?

Look carefully, isn't this one of the dull servants in this house?

Why is this man walking silently?

"nothing."

She clutched her chest and took a few quick breaths, trying to calm herself down.

"What's the matter with you coming?"

The servant made a gesture.

"My master asked me to take Mrs. Huyan to another courtyard for temporary refuge."

"Avoid?" The woman was stunned, "Avoid what?"

The servant always looked dull, standing blankly in the darkness, like a stone statue whose only mouth could move.

"A Taoist priest came just now and insisted on drinking in this courtyard."

"Drinking here?" The woman frowned, "Didn't your master tell the Taoist priest that there are women in this courtyard?"

"My master said it, but..."

The servant's stone-like face finally had a different expression.

"The Taoist priest said, wouldn't it be beautiful to have a beautiful woman as your companion during the long night?"

"That's unreasonable!"

The woman's face turned red with anger.

"How come there are such shameless Taoist priests in this world?!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the corridor.

The woman turned around and looked away.

In the courtyard, a short-haired Taoist priest with a long sword at his waist burst into the room.

……………………

"What do you call your wife?"

The woman responded coldly: "My husband's surname is Huyan."

The Taoist priest didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Mrs. Huyan in person."

The woman snorted coldly and turned away from looking at him.

This Taoist priest was really arrogant and rude, and he actually forced the woman to leave. The old man had no choice but to prepare wine and food in the room.

At this moment, seeing that the two were about to have a conflict again, he quickly took out a small wine jar, opened the lid, and the mellow aroma of wine suddenly filled the room.

The old man filled the glasses for the two of them one by one, and opened his mouth to adjust the atmosphere: "I'm not boasting, but my wine..."

"What do you mean, old man?" The Taoist priest suddenly thought about what he said, "A poor Taoist is not a distinguished guest, and he cannot be fooled by such bad wine?"

Having said that, he took off a gourd from his waist and poured the wine in the cup back. It landed at the feet of a servant. The servant didn't say a word, but moved farther away from the wine.

"Come and see." The Taoist priest shook the small gourd proudly, "Is this good wine?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and poured himself a glass.

The woman glanced at it and sneered.

But I saw that the wine in the glass was turbid and yellow, with some black residue floating in it.

I thought I could see some fine wine, but it turned out that I was a boastful country bumpkin who actually thought that his country wine was better than the old man's mellow wine.

"Do not believe?"

The woman's contempt was openly displayed on her face, which seemed to arouse the Taoist priest's violent temper. He picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into the woman's face.

The woman was startled by this sudden movement, raised her hand and slapped her, and it landed on the hand handed by the Taoist priest.

The hand just tilted, and the wine spilled out, hitting the face of the old man next to him.

The atmosphere immediately became awkward and weird.

The Taoist priest Shi Shiran who was the instigator sat back down, the old god was there.

The servants who witnessed their master's embarrassment remained motionless, like mindless puppets.

The old man remained silent, only raised his broad sleeves and lowered his head to wipe them.

Only the woman apologized embarrassingly.

After a while.

The old man finally put down his sleeves and said in his usual kind tone:

"It's a small accident, don't worry about it."

The woman felt guilty and relieved.

"Old...hiss!"

As soon as he raised his eyes, all the words turned into a breath of cold air stuck in his throat.

What kind of face is in front of me?!

The lips are turned outward, and the corners of the mouth are cleft to the base of the ears; the nose is sunken and moved to the forehead, one eye stands upright, and the other eye moves to the center of the face!

When he was wiping off the wine, the old man actually wiped his facial features until they were distorted and displaced.

Seeing the change in the woman's expression, the old man didn't notice it at all. Instead, he smiled with this twisted face:

"What's going on, Mrs. Huyan? Is there anything wrong with the old man?"

"me……"

The woman's voice trembled and she didn't dare to look at that strange face again.

Looking away, she saw the dim edge of the room, where the servants were staring at her expressionlessly, motionless.

At this moment, the woman only felt that the light was getting weaker and the cold was getting more and more pressing. She turned to look at the other guest at the table.

The Taoist priest smiled and nodded, stood up and poured a glass of turbid wine.

"how?"

"It's better for a poor person to drink wine."

………………

In the dark room, the lights flickered.

The servant standing silently and solemnly; the old man with dislocated facial features; the frightened woman dying; the Taoist priest calmly pouring wine.

There was an eerie calm in the place.

until.

"Huh?"

The old man finally saw the clue. He exclaimed softly, raised his sleeve and smelled it.

"Fujiu? That's it."

He waved, and the servant next to him handed him a bronze mirror.

He looked in the mirror several times, then sighed several times, as if an ordinary person noticed that his eyebrows were thickened.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to carefully rub his face. Unfortunately, after a long time, he could only restore a third of his human appearance.

The light on the oil lamp was as bright as a bean. The old man, or rather the old ghost, put down the mirror and sighed quietly.

"You're such a ignorant Taoist priest. I hired Xu Bodhisattva, the best craftsman within a hundred miles around, to make this smiling face. I kindly let you stay overnight, but you ruined my good face."

"It doesn't matter." Li Changan tied the gourd back to his waist, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was having fun, "Can't I just ask the craftsman to shape it again?"

"That can't be done." The old man turned around and said with a smile: "In a moment of greed, the craftsman has sacrificed it to my five internal organs temple."

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head and faced the woman with his strange three-dimensional human face.

She immediately let out a scream and fell to the ground. Regardless of the pain, she climbed to the wall using her hands and feet.

"Madam, don't be afraid."

The old man still had a smile on his face, but under this face, he looked terrifying and weird.

"I just want to give you a good marriage."

"A good marriage? A marriage with the intestines and stomach of an old ghost like you?"

Li Changan sneered, picked up the wine glass, and walked to the woman.

"This Mrs. Huyan is already a wife, so I'm afraid she will throw away your 'good intentions'."

"Oh, why don't young people always listen to the good intentions of the elderly?"

The old ghost sighed mockingly.

"In this case, the old man will only be offended!"

While he was talking, the servants standing around him had gathered around him. The old ghost was still sitting on the table, holding a bronze mirror and arranging his facial features. He only waved his hand and said:

"Get them."

Finally, add one more sentence.

"Don't damage Mrs. Huyan. As for the Taoist priest..."

He poured himself a glass.

"I want to drink his heart and liver with wine!"

……………………

Mrs. Huyan covered her mouth and sobbed softly in the corner. In front of her, servants with dull faces gathered around her.

"Wait a minute."

"Oh." The old ghost, who was struggling with his nose, raised his eyelids and secretly wondered if the Taoist priest had any last words.

But I saw the Taoist spilling the wine in the cup.

When the wine fell on the ground, bursts of smoke appeared, the space was distorted, and everything in the room changed.

The table turned into an altar, the bed turned into a coffin, the windows and walls turned into stone walls, numerous bones were piled up in the corners, and the decorations on the walls turned into nailed mummies!

This is not the side room of the mansion, it is clearly a tomb.

When the old ghost saw this, he was startled at first, and then burst into laughter.

What surprised him was that the Taoist Fujiu was so powerful that he could restore the original appearance of this big tomb, but what he smiled at was...

"You, a Taoist priest, are really seeking your own death. If it were a house, you still had some hope of escaping, but now it's back to a tomb, and you won't be able to escape!"

After looking at the effectiveness of this glass of wine, Li Changan was also a little stunned. This guy from Zhenfusi is really awesome.

This wine was given to him by Big Beard after he and Yan Xinglie parted ways. It was said that it could restore the physical form and remove illusions while retaining the real ones. Now that it was the right time, he gave it a try and it turned out to be a good treasure!

Li Changan ignored the old ghost's provocation, let alone the approaching servant, but turned his head and called out.

"Mrs. Huyan."

"Ah? Yes!"

The woman raised her head with tears in her eyes and answered blankly.

Li Changan pointed to the mummies nailed to the wall and asked with a smile: "Do you know who these people are?"

The woman sobbed twice and stammered in her words: "Human martyrdom?"

"good."

Li Changan nodded and continued to ask:

"Do you know why he was nailed to death with iron nails?"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Mrs. Huyan could reply, the expression of the old ghost over there changed.

"Why are you still standing there? Kill him quickly!"

he shouted loudly.

However, the servants who had been manipulated by him like puppets before now did not obey his orders.

The old ghost stood up in a hurry, took out a copper bell in his hand, and struck it with a small wooden hammer.

"Bang."

The voice was clear, but the servants showed pain.

Amid the sound of the bell, Li Changan continued:

"It's because of fear. The owner of the tomb is afraid of the servants who were buried."

The bells were ringing more and more urgently, and the servants were lying on the ground in pain, their bodies overflowing with green color, which was the image of the resentful ghost's damaged body.

But none of the servants took a step forward. Instead, they looked at Li Changan with a bit of hope.

"While alive, the master was aloof and the servants were as lowly as dirt. But after death, everyone is just a ghost in the same cave. How can we abuse others with our power?"

"So if you want to keep your respect, you can only nail the body with iron nails, use alchemy to control the soul, and force them to continue to be slaves. But what if..."

Li Changan glanced at the old ghost with a pale face, and moved to a mummy.

"What happens if you take off the iron nails and let them go free?"

What will happen?

Naturally, the old ghost knows this best.

"No!"

He yelled, dropped the bronze bell, and turned into a dark wind and rushed towards Li Changan.

But Li Changan had already grabbed the iron nail on the mummy and pulled it out with force.

The old ghost had already thrown himself in front of Li Changan, but at this moment, a dark wind suddenly rushed out among the servants, entangled with the old ghost.

Immediately, inside the tomb, there was a heavy wind and ghosts crying and gods howling.

But after a few moments, the servant gradually became exhausted, but Li Changan pulled out the iron nails of the second mummy.

Then, another dark wind rushed towards the old ghost.

Then, the third, the fourth...

………………

Inside the narrow tomb.

A huge ball of Yin Qi occupied most of the space.

Amidst the shrill howls, more than a dozen angry faces were seen chasing and biting a twisted, strange face.

After a long time, the Yin Qi dispersed and turned into servants, but the old ghost was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as the servants transformed, they were led by a servant who looked like a middle-aged man and crawled to the ground facing Li Changan.

"The Taoist priest was so kind and kind that we will never forget him."

Li Changan did not answer immediately, he just rubbed the hilt of his sword and was speechless for a while.

After a long time, I asked the leading ghost.

"May I have your name?"

"The villain's name is Ma San."

"Ma San..." Li Changan hesitated for a moment, "Have you ever harmed anyone?"

Na Ma San quickly replied:

"So that the Taoist priest will know that this cave is where the earth's energy converges, and that this big tomb was decorated by an expert. Under the long-term management of the old ghost, it not only becomes an illusion, but also gathers Yin and evil spirits, which is suitable for raising ghosts. I

Even though we are trapped here, we don’t have to do the evil thing of greedy for blood and harming human lives. As for the old ghost who harms strangers, it’s just because he is greedy by nature.”

Li Changan held the hilt of the sword and remained silent.

It is true that among these servant ghosts, there is only resentment but no blood evil. It seems that they have never cannibalized people. But with all the mud and sand falling, who can be the only one to be innocent?

Perhaps guessing what Li Changan was thinking, Ma San said again:

"But we are indeed unable to escape our sins. Under the coercion of the old ghost, we have also committed bad consequences...but we really have no intention of harming others! If the Taoist Master lets us go, we will definitely do good.

, and even help passers-by as much as possible.”

After speaking, he leaned down and kowtowed.

"We just want this place to preserve our remaining souls in this miserable world."

well!

The Taoist priest sighed quietly, it was this point that made him hesitate. It would be impossible to say that these servant ghosts were completely innocent; but it would indeed be unfair to pin the blame on them.

So...to kill or not to kill?

There was another awkward silence.

A group of ghosts were prostrate on the ground, the Taoist priest stood with his sword in hand, and the woman was at a loss.

After a long time, the Taoist priest stared at the ghosts and said slowly: "What if I say 'no'?"

"The Taoist Master has been kind to us, but we dare not make a move against him."

After that, Ma San kowtowed again.

"I have no choice but to release my soul to prove my intention. I ask the Taoist Master to make a new decision."

"Why so?"

Li Changan shook his head.

"Why not return to the underworld?"

"The Taoist priest doesn't know something." Ma San raised his head with a wry smile on his face, "We, the ghosts who were buried in the grave, have their underworld records tied to the owner of the tomb. If the owner does not enter the underworld, we will not be able to be reincarnated."

The owner of the tomb has already been divided and eaten by them.

"This is really..."

Li Changan was having a headache.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were knocks on the door outside.

This night, this haunted house welcomed its second visitor.


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