In the 1930s, the National Movement was turbulent, the people were in dire straits, and demons and ghosts emerged in endlessly.
Soul Swallowing Corpse is one of them.
At that time, Master Qiyue of Shaolin Temple led his disciples to conquer demons everywhere, and finally sent all the soul-swallowing corpses into the Demon Suppression Tower.
Even the charlatan who created the Soul-Eating Corpse was arrested.
Since then, there has never been a soul-eating corpse in the exorcism circle.
I had read all these things in my grandfather’s notes, but I read them with the mentality of reading a story at the time. Who would have thought that I would actually see a soul-eating corpse in this Yin Yang shop in the wilderness!
Theoretically speaking, a soul-eating corpse needs a soul to survive. This soul can be the three souls or seven souls after death, or it can be a lonely ghost stranded in the underworld.
The more it devours, the longer it lives, and the more ferocious it becomes.
If this soul-eating corpse is really a fish that slipped through the net in the 1930s, it means that this guy has at least ninety years of practice. In the past ninety years, he has killed countless people and eaten many souls.
After I finished speaking, the Wu brothers were sweating profusely, and they didn't even dare to look at the woman in white. On the contrary, the dead man Qin's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be eager to try.
Grave robbers don't just steal grave goods, they steal whatever is valuable.
If the soul-swallowing corpse could be restrained with a yellow talisman, it would probably be sold for a good price.
The woman in white glanced at the dead man Qin and said with a smile: "Grave robbers are not decent people. Don't mess with others. Don't look for trouble or break the rules of the shop owner."
Qin Shiren said with a smile: "That's true. There are so many valuable things in the world that I don't need to start a fight with you."
"But if you come all the way from northern Henan to the Taihang Mountains, don't conflict with what we brothers are doing. Girl, tell me?"
The woman in white said softly: "I want to find a grave. There is a thousand-year-old soul in the grave. It is said that eating it can make me live for another hundred years."
Qin Shiren chuckled: "What a coincidence, our brothers are also looking for a grave. But we are not interested in the souls in the grave. How about we cooperate?"
He suddenly turned around and said to Boss Wu: "Boss of the Wu family, don't you also want to find a grave?"
Boss Wu said expressionlessly: "We are not interested in the tomb, we just want a mirror."
Qin Shiren was startled, and then laughed loudly: "I know! Zhong Kui eats the ghost mirror! That's okay, Boss Wu, his skills have improved in recent years!"
Boss Wu said calmly: "What? Is it possible that this mirror is also your target?"
Qin Dead Man shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, my brothers don't have the courage of Boss Wu. We won't touch that mirror. There are five million, you can earn it with your life, but you can't spend it! Boss Wu, why don't you give up first for the dead paper man?
for you?"
The two tomb robbers next to him laughed, and one of them said: "Old Qin is very righteous. I will give you the first batch of scapegoats. We can wait a little longer."
The woman in white turned her head and looked at us, then subconsciously moved away.
The boss of the Wu family knew that something was wrong, but he did not want to be looked down upon by this group of people and said: "No, first come, first served, the rules must be followed."
The dead Qin man said with a smile: "Be particular! But speaking of which, the mass grave is not far from Mount Wutai."
I secretly screamed that something was wrong, this guy was so gloating about his misfortune that he almost had the word "seeking death" written on his face.
You must know that tomb robbers are not afraid of anything, and the two companions next to the deceased Qin are not good at it. Even they dare not touch Zhong Kui's ghost mirror, which shows that the mirror is indeed very evil.
The boss of the Wu family overestimated his own capabilities and had to pounce on them recklessly. It didn't matter if they died, who should I ask to reason?
Thinking of this, I suddenly said: "Mr. Qin, is there something weird about that mirror?"
Qin Shiren said with a smile: "No, how can it be weird? You go quickly and get Zhong Kui's ghost-eating mirror, so that the brothers can open their eyes."
"Don't worry, your one hundred thousand yuan won't be in vain!"
The more he said this, the more uncertain I felt. Just when I was about to ask again, the door curtain suddenly opened, and the white-haired shop owner walked out expressionlessly, throwing away six pieces of paper.
The person was left on the table.
"When you use it, put your own blood on the eyebrows of the paper man. Let's agree first that the paper man's death is not omnipotent. If someone is really going to die, don't blame me for not warning you!"
"One hundred and twenty thousand, I want cash, no transfer."
20,000 yuan for a dead man, the price is definitely not cheap. But Qin dead man took out a pile of banknotes from his bag without hesitation and said: "Thank you very much, boss!"
The shop owner put away the bills, looked up at us, and said, "How many do you want?"
Before Boss Wu could say anything, I said first: "Six! The paper figures need to have eyes! They need to open the soul orifices! It's best to fold them with rune paper and use lightning strike wood as the spine!"
The shop owner narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at me from top to bottom, and said, "This is a soul-splitting paper man. It's too troublesome to make. You need to make an appointment."
"And the price is not cheap either. Each one costs 80,000 yuan."
Boss Wu took a breath, six paper figures, that's 480,000! The Wu brothers just had a fight with the golden undead corpse, and almost lost their lives, but they only made 300,000.
Not only Boss Wu, but also the dead man Qin who was holding the paper man next to him were stunned. They only knew about the paper man, but who would have thought that there was such a big deal in the paper man.
Boss Wu grinned and said: "Boss, can it be cheaper? And we are in a hurry..."
The shop owner said impatiently: "If you have money, pay a deposit. If you don't have money, get out. I am a businessman, not a charity!"
"Next!"
Boss Wu hurriedly said: "Hey! Hey! Boss, you have money, we have money!"
He yelled at me: "Can't those ordinary paper figures work? They are all for death, so why spend hundreds of thousands to buy something special?"
I whispered: "You know what the hell! The dead Qin people are not good people! We are waiting to see if we die! If we don't get something good, we won't even be alive by then!"
Boss Wu grinned and said, "There's not enough money!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone outside suddenly said indifferently: "If you don't have money, get out! Don't get in the way!"
"Store owner, here are ten soul-splitting paper figures! I want them now!"
I heard hurried footsteps, and five tall and muscular men in black clothes had already walked in.
The leader was carrying a box in his hand and casually placed it on the counter. The red banknotes inside were probably worth millions.
The shop owner glanced at the banknotes and said with a smile: "The rules of the Yin Yang store are first come, first served. I don't want to break my own rules..."
Before he finished speaking, the leading man in black picked up another box and said coldly: "Two million!"
The store owner quickly pulled the two boxes behind the counter, coughed and said, "But rules are rules..."
The man in black frowned and said, "Kill them and we won't have to wait in line."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the neck of the woman in white. Then there was a click, and the head of the woman in white was twisted off.