The old man moved his body to correct the adobe's abdomen. The old man's abdomen was collapsed and loose, like a layer of skin covering the pelvis. Even though it was a ball of moist mud, he still achieved such an effect.
.Now he's adding more details.
"This soil is very particular."
Wen Ying asked: "What kind of details? Is it the origin of soil and water, or the ratio of the two."
"The only thing we can use is that person's grave soil."
"Wood...earth?"
"Wrapped in a coffin, or placed directly next to the bones... the soil wrapped in the tomb can also be used as a material."
Wenying suddenly stood up and took a quick step back, probably because she was frightened. Others were also surprised, but they just stared wide-eyed and did not dare to say anything. The soil did not smell any peculiar smell, and it might have been mixed with something else.
Something. Standing behind the old man, Han Chang looked around, trying to find some new clues.
The old man's voice seemed to come from a dead person. He went on to say: "This harmonization of soil is just like the harmonization of medicine. You must pay attention to it in every possible way. Medicine has its own medicine guide, and this soil also has its soil guide."
"What is Dobiki?"
When asking Yingying to ask questions, Hanshang had already caught a glimpse of a box placed in the corner. The wood was very ordinary, but judging from the form, it should be an urn. Was the old lady's ashes once contained in this wooden box? Although
Due to the influence of some foreign cultures, more and more people choose cremation, but burial is still the mainstream recommendation. Maybe it was not the burial method chosen by her son, but the old man himself later.
"Ashes are a necessary introduction." He said unhurriedly, "Water doesn't matter much, but if the corpse water overflows a few days after the death, it can also be mixed in. After firing, if there is
The effect will be better if a thin layer of the person's corpse oil is spread before glazing...it will look more like a living person."
When he said this, the faces of the audience changed. Wenying kept backing up until she was close to Jiaomo, and she was startled when she was supported. Xie Zhe and Han Chang exchanged glances, and Han Chang's hand had already moved.
The old man was completely unaware of the hilt of the sword. He placed one hand on the ground and continued his work in a twisted posture.
Xie Zhe thought to himself, could it be said that every puppet they saw in the past - every puppet they destroyed with their own hands was the bones of others? Those people were obviously without thoughts... But in this case, wouldn't it be
Is it equivalent to them killing so many relatives that others miss so much? No, you shouldn't think like this, this old man will get involved. Xie Zhe clenched his fists and kept telling himself that those people were already dead and had been infected by the epidemic.
There is no difference between the controlled zombies, they all do not belong to this world.
"Do you know that in other places, there have been incidents of puppets attacking humans? What happened? They appear in groups. It can't be said that they are seeking personal revenge, right?"
"No." The old man shook his head, "Those are just inferior products. Go to the mass graves to dig up corpses, mix the ashes of anyone, and bake them in batches in fixed molds. In this way, the puppets produced
People are just ordinary puppets. Although they gather too many thoughts, each of them is pitiful and can only barely support some human instincts."
It's somewhat reassuring to say this. It turns out that the puppets that are "resurrected" now are the targeted craftsmanship of this old man. The old man coughed a few times, which was like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the room. He cleared his throat and continued.
:
"I have tried wrapping the corpse directly with soil before, and then fired it into a shape. The corpse inside turned into ashes. The fired doll was still hard and motionless... Alas, a dead thing like this has no flesh and blood.
, there really was no way. At first we didn't think of glazing, we just peeled off the human skin and covered it again, but it was of no use. We thought that maybe the soul of a person ran away immediately after death, so we started to try to burn it.
Living people..."
The kiln indoors has not started yet, but they are all sweating. Does this old man know what he is talking about? Don't let it be that he is getting old and starting to talk nonsense! Or maybe he is just scaring these young people. But now he
The craftsmanship is so amazing, I'm afraid these words are not impossible. Han Sheng's hand has fallen on the hilt of the sword, holding it tightly, and he will draw the sword at any time.
"How can we burn living people?" Xie Zhe said, pretending to be calm, "I'm afraid it will turn them into resentful spirits."
"Yeah, but there's nothing difficult to deal with... Some people couldn't bear the pain and passed out after being peeled halfway, or they kept screaming and moving around. We had to take medicine to stun them first. Then wait.
After they were unconscious, they peeled off the hair, made a cross on the top of the head, poured special medicine into it, and dissolved the fat under the skin... The human skin fell to the ground like clothes."
The old man's old voice made the narrative even more bizarre. They seemed to be listening to a strange story, concentrating and not daring to speak. Holding Wenying's hand, Jiao Mo could feel her shaking slightly. Han Chang pretended to be confused.
ask:
"You said it in such detail, are you really not afraid of someone trying to learn from you?"
"Hey...just listen. As long as you can restore the prescriptions for these medicines I mentioned, I have to praise you for your ability."
Xie Zhe couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't help but touch Feng Yunzhan. But where they were, even the slightest movement could make people see clearly. Jiao Mo immediately took his hand, pretending to be interested.
He looked complimentary and said:
"You are really knowledgeable and talented. If I heard you right, there is the word 'we' in what you just said. Could it be that...you have many apprentices and assistants?"
The old man liked hearing this. When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were more frightening than the withered corpse.
"Hey - I have a few disciples, and they should be in high positions now. But those who study these are mostly knowledgeable and talented people. Most of them are over fifty years old, and the youngest is over forty years old. They are young now
People should still be able to do great things, but only old bones like me are doing these boring good things."
Wenying couldn't bear it any longer: "You, when you do these murderous things, aren't you afraid that someone will report you to the police?"
"Report to the official?" The wrinkles on the old man's face sunk deeper, "I said this, and you heard this, what evidence do you have? This old man is just talking nonsense, why would the official believe you, a yellow-haired girl? Reporting to a false official, but that's the case
He will go to jail. Furthermore, if the old man is really arrested, don't blame the people of Rangyangpo for making things difficult for him."
Several people were silent. Indeed, now he is a very popular miracle doctor in this ghost place. If you are an enemy of him, you will be sincere and have trouble with the townspeople who have been favored. The old man laughed again, his voice intermittent, like
It's a mouthful of thick phlegm that won't go up or come down.
"Besides..." He stopped, "Aren't you going against me declaring war on the entire Wuyong clan?"
After uttering the most critical words, Han Sheng immediately drew his sword out of its sheath. But the shining white blade was only an inch away from the sheath, and the old man's sword immediately flew towards his hand like a predatory bird.
Dexterous and quick. Han Sheng's hand was hit, and he let go of the hilt of the sword due to pain, and the sword "
"Whoa!" he put it back into the sheath. When he looked back, he saw that the handle of the knife had been deeply embedded in the wall, with cracks spreading out, and the bright tip of the knife was pointed directly at him. If the old man had taken the knife and raised his hand back, he would have used the knife.
Aiming at Han Shang, all four of his fingers must have been scratched off.
"you--"
"Young man, don't be impatient. If I were still young, I would first use a hidden weapon to divert your attention, and then use a roundhouse kick to kick you onto the blade. Nowadays, as people get older, they are less belligerent.
La."
Whether he was talking big words or whether he really had this ability, no one could say. Xie Zhe quickly drew out his sword and protected the two girls behind him, ready to fight to the death with this thing at any time. The old immortal clapped his hands,
Re-tool from the side
Another tool with an iron ring on the tip was pulled out from the stall, which seemed to be used for pottery. But he sat down again and started carving on the clay puppets again. It didn't look like he wanted to fight with them. Xie Zhe's knife was shining brightly.
Exposed to the air, he remained unmoved.
"Wuyongshi's lackey!"
"Hehe. I'm just a nobody among hundreds of doctors..."
"You are the disintegrator!"
"You laymen like to call it that."
Having said this, he still didn't raise his head. Jiao Mo gently pushed Xie Zhe away and walked over. Wen Ying tried to stop him but failed. Jiao Mo stood up straight and put his hands in front of her naturally. She bowed slightly.
Bowed and said:
"We are deeply moved by your generosity and willingness to share your past. It would be disrespectful for us to confront you tit for tat. Since you still have work to do, we will leave first. If necessary, there will be more in the future.
There is a disturbance."
The old man didn't speak, he just waved his free hand and concentrated on his hard work. Jiao Mo motioned Han Shang to come over. He frowned and reluctantly walked towards the three of them, always on guard against the surprise attack of the old man behind him. The four of them came.
He went to the door, opened it, and returned to the long and narrow corridor, back to the street. The moment the curtain was lifted, a billowing heat wave hit their faces, making them all realize again that it was summer.
There are almost a few drops of cold sweat on everyone's forehead.
"Why did you stop me?" Han Chang was puzzled.
"We can't hurt him. He is the miracle doctor in the hearts of the residents of Rangyangpo and the disintegrator of the Wuyong family. It's not that I don't believe you can beat him, but I think killing him will cause trouble. If he is spared,
There is still a chance to get some information."
"Then why are you leaving? We should have asked him clearly on the spot and asked him to reveal the whereabouts of Miss Ye."
Xie Zhe came to his senses and understood Jiao Mo's intention. He said to Wenying: "You also heard what he said, there are hundreds of people in their disintegration division, not to mention that he is not currently following the team activities. It is very possible,
He was given an order from above to do some research here, and the test subjects were the townspeople of Rangyangpo... He is very smart, and on the surface we really can't do anything to him. But he did say a lot about
Information about puppets, I was thinking..."
"You want to say that you confirmed the relationship between the living corpse and the puppet?" Han Chang asked.
Xie Zhe looked surprised. He didn't expect Han Shan to say it directly. He nodded.
"They need a large number of dead people, so the outbreak of this epidemic is also related to them. Only the plague can provide a large number of dead people in a short period of time, and it can also spread quickly..."
"Actually, I'm thinking that the Wuyong clan may also be directly connected to the Death Shadow Pavilion."
"oh?"
"We once fought against Wu Yin of the Shadow Pavilion... Have you forgotten? He is proficient in the method of using soil, sand and gravel. And, I wonder if you still remember, that time he claimed that he was recovering corpses infected with the disease, so...
"
"Is that really the case? Unexpectedly, the impermanence of the six paths actually colludes with the evil envoy."
Jiao Mo was a little hesitant: "The Master of the Dead Shadow Pavilion that I know doesn't seem to be able to do such a thing...could it be that she was deceived by an evil messenger, so--"
"Is there anything impossible?" Wenying pouted and said, "Isn't there a case of the Six Paths Impermanence cooperating with the evil angel and hurting another Six Paths Impermanence? We have only heard of it before."
"It's impossible for me to trust others, Lord Gao Yue." Xie Zhe shook his head, "She is the master of the Death Shadow Pavilion, she knows everything."
The other three people sighed and walked back to the inn. For the rest of the day, they had to discuss countermeasures.
