When I was a child, I was in the Young Master's Mansion.
Han Yu's specious "ceremony to invite gods" has reached its climax.
From the beginning to now, the mantras recited by Mr. Han have become more and more complex. From the beginning, he called for the Supreme Laojun, and gradually turned to calling for the Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, and then the Dragon King, Zhu Bajie, and even Huang
Even the great immortals tried to recite it.
During this process, in addition to keeping his hands clasped together, he also deliberately rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if putting himself in this trance-like state would make it easier to see ghosts and gods.
Just like that, after another moment and a half, the room... really changed.
In a "trance", Han Yu saw with his peripheral vision that the candlelight around him began to change color, gradually turning from bright yellow to light green, and then to a faint blue.
Not only did the color change, the halo of the candle flame also spread, getting bigger and bigger, until Han Yu's sight was filled with blue light.
And at this time, he also felt: when the diffused light enveloped his body, there was no warmth from the fire. On the contrary... it brought a chill.
"Is this done?" Han Yu muttered in his mind, thinking that it was almost done, so he suddenly opened his eyes wide, stopped chanting the mantra, and looked up to look around.
This sight shocked him to the core.
"Ah?" Han Yu looked closely and found that he was no longer in the study, but kneeling in a strange room.
This room is octagonal in shape, with walls made of white stone. The beams, floor, and ceiling are all made of wood. There are no doors or windows in the room, but there is a staircase in the middle that leads up to the stairs. The light sources in this room all come from the walls.
There are several candlesticks, and the candles burning on the candlesticks are all candles with blue flames.
"Is...is there anyone?" After a short silence, Han Yu, who had regained some composure, asked in a trembling, not very high voice.
As a result, his voice stirred up waves of echoes in this strange environment, and most of the sounds climbed upward through the stairs in the middle of the room.
Judging from this echo, the space where Han Yu is located seems to be an octagonal "tower", and you can go all the way to the top of the tower through the stairs in the middle.
"Is there anyone there?" Han Yu called again several times.
But every time he could only hear his own echo, and no one or anything else responded to him.
Seeing this, Han Yu hesitated for a while, but finally he plucked up the courage and prepared to go up the stairs to explore.
After making up his mind, Han Yu walked to the wall, tried to take a candle from the candlestick, and held it in his hand for lighting. After all, he didn't know if there was light on the floor above.
"Hiss-ah!" The moment he held the candle, Han Yu grinned and retracted his hand instinctively.
It turned out that the body of the candle was as cold as ice to the touch.
Of course, for the current Han Yu, this level of "strange things" was no longer enough to make him marvel for too long. After a few seconds, he just rubbed his hands, then shook off his sleeves and used his hands again through the fabric of the sleeves.
Picked up the candle.
Although my fingers will still feel cold, it is bearable.
After getting something that could illuminate, Han Yu held the candle in front of him with his right hand, turned around and walked upstairs.
It should be mentioned here that walking with a candle is a little different from walking with a lantern: because the candle is not protected by a lampshade, when walking with a candle, you have to use two hands, that is, one hand to hold the candle.
The other hand is used as a barrier to protect the candle flame, otherwise if you walk a little faster or accidentally encounter a gust of wind, the candle will be extinguished.
But the current situation of this tower is rather special - it has no doors or windows, and there is not even a breath of wind in the tower.
Therefore, even if Han Yu only held the candle with one hand and walked forward, there would be no problem.
Master Han also thought that he could take advantage of this and let his left and right hands take turns holding candles through their sleeves to prevent the fingers from freezing if one hand is held for too long.
咿——咿——咿——
Soon, Han Yu arrived at the second floor of the octagonal tower, stepping on the wooden stairs that made noise probably due to slight decay.
As soon as his head was higher than the floor of the second floor, he saw... there were people on this floor, and there were more than one.
But I saw five or six figures on this floor, standing or kneeling, gathered in a corner away from the stairs, and in front of them, there was a pile of things vaguely placed.
Although Han Yu was scared, he could only step forward to see what those people were up to.
Step by step……
Han Yu slowly approached holding a candle. After getting closer for a few minutes, he could clearly see that the five or six people were all wearing sackcloth and mourning, as if they were doing something innocent, but the pile of things in front of them was neither a coffin nor a coffin.
It's not a altar, but a pile of bottles and cans.
The mouth of the bottle is small, but the mouth of the jar is big. He can't see what's in the bottle, but he can see what's in the jar...it's rice.
Although Han Yu didn't understand it very well, as a layman, he could also tell that the way those bottles and jars were placed on the ground was not random or haphazard, but was deliberately arranged into some kind of "formation."
Just when Han Yu was hesitating whether to take the initiative to say hello to these people...
Boom——
Suddenly, there was a soft sound from his feet.
Han Yu looked down and realized that he had accidentally kicked down a bottle on the ground, and what came out of the bottle was a nearly transparent liquid. It was a pity because the light in the room was blue at the moment.
Yes, this made it difficult for him to judge whether the liquid itself had some color.
The next second, when they heard the sound of the bottle falling, the five or six people wearing sackcloth and mourning were startled almost at the same time. Then, one of them, the one closest to Han Yu, slowly turned his head.
It was a woman, a very young and beautiful woman.
Han Yu felt that she seemed familiar, but at the moment he could not remember who this woman was, where he was, or when he had seen her.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are you..." Han Yu spoke, wanting to ask the other party.
But before he could say a word, the woman silently leaned over, picked up another bottle on the ground, and handed it to him.
Han Yu didn't know what it meant, but he still took the bottle smoothly.
The liquid in the bottle was still there. Han Yu put it under his nose and smelled it. Suddenly, he felt a scent of oil rush straight to his forehead.
"The bottle is oil, the jar is rice...what do you mean?" Han Yu was confused and looked at the woman with a questioning expression on his face.
The woman suddenly started to cry and raised her hand to make a "drink" gesture.
"You want me to drink this oil?" Han Yu was even more confused now.
Although poor people had less oil in those days, and oil and water were indeed good things that only rich and noble people like him could enjoy freely, but I have never heard of anyone drinking them directly like this?
He thought so, but Han Yu's hand unconsciously brought the oil bottle to his mouth again.
At this moment, he smelled the bottle again.
But this time, in addition to the unusually strong aroma of oil, he seemed to smell some other smells...
It was a stench, a putrid stench, which he couldn't smell at first because it was masked by the stronger aroma of oil.
"Ah!" Finally, Han Yu thought of something. He quickly threw the bottle away and took a few steps back.
The tearful woman looked at him, still expressionless, but at this moment, her fair face seemed to gradually become terrifying under the blue light.
Then, the other people wearing sackcloth and mourning also turned their heads and looked at Han Yu.
They are all women, both young and beautiful.
Han Yu felt that each of them seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember any of their names and didn't know who they were.
Their faces become more and more terrifying the more they look at them.
"No...no..." Han Yu didn't know what he was rejecting. He just muttered the word "no" repeatedly, retreated all the way to the stairs, and stumbled towards the third floor of the tower.
the third floor.
There are many clothes hanging on the beams on this floor.
Those clothes are all made of fine fabrics and fine workmanship; they are unfolded and hung one by one, just like people floating in mid-air with their arms spread out.
There was also fire on one side of this floor. Han Yu looked there and found two people burning clothes there.
These two people did not wear sackcloth or mourning, but simply wore nothing. They were naked, not even a pair of underpants... What a pity, these two were both men.
Moreover, these two men's bodies were covered with scars. Their skins had bruises, burns, and fatal lacerations that looked like they had been sutured. It could be said that there was no good piece of flesh at all.
But even so, their actions didn't seem to be affected at all: one was collecting the clothes in a leisurely manner, and the other was throwing the collected clothes into a big fire pit one by one.
The fire in the brazier was not small, but there was no smoke and no heat was emitted. Wherever the blue light shone, there was only a chill.
At this time, Han Yu was paralyzed by fear. He did not dare to contact these two people rashly, but he did not turn away directly, so he just stood there stupidly, observing the two people from a distance.
Han Yu didn't look at it for long. Suddenly, the man looking at the brazier turned his head and looked back at him.
That face also looked familiar, and it was different from the situation on the second floor. This time Han Yu took a few seconds to recognize the other person - it was Ma Er!
"You...haven't you already..." Han Yu muttered.
Just when he was about to say the word "death".
Another person, the one responsible for "collecting clothes", suddenly appeared next to Han Yu.
"Teacher, the student has been waiting here for a long time..." This person, Ma Xuan, spoke. As he spoke, he was about to put a piece of clothing on Han Yu, "Put it on quickly, this is specially for Han Yu.
You left it..."
When Han Yu saw the other person's face and the exquisitely crafted shroud held by Ma Xuansheng, he was almost frightened and his heart stopped.
But he still held on...
After a breath, Han Yu pushed Ma Xuansheng away, without saying a word, turned around and ran up the stairs again.
When he reached the fourth floor, he quickly turned back and looked down to see if "anyone" was catching up.
But looking down from the fourth floor, even with the help of candlelight, one can only see an abyss-like darkness.
"Eh?" At this moment, Han Yu also discovered another situation - at some point, his right hand holding the candle through his sleeve could no longer be loosened.
Because he had been so nervously focused elsewhere that he completely forgot to change the candle he held, only then did he realize that his palm was frozen and sticky with the cloth of his sleeves and the body of the candle.
They were connected together, and the entire palm was turned purple to black from the cold, and there was no feeling left.
But then again, compared with other things that happened here, frostbitten hands were nothing to Han Yu.
Also talking about this fourth level.
This is the top floor of the tower. The stairs end here and there is no way to continue upward.
And this itself is an anomaly.
According to the ancient concept, the number of days is odd, the number of earth is even, the odd number is yang, the even number is yin, the sky covers the earth, and the yin and yang are balanced... This is the rule that architecture, especially certain specific buildings, must follow.
So you can see that in buildings like "towers", the number of floors is mostly odd, but the sides and angles on the plan are mostly even.
This is the rule. If you break this rule, it will be abnormal.
For example, the current tower has eight corners, which is okay, but the number of floors is also an even number... This is wrong; it breaks the pattern and breaks the positive number.
Ordinary residences are not so particular, but "pagodas", a building that has a certain meaning in Taoism and Buddhism, should not "take the negative number from the top", but only from the bottom, such as the "Eight Hells" and the "Ten Halls of Hell"
, "Eighteen levels of hell" often take the negative number.
Of course, Han Yu didn't understand this matter very well, and he didn't have time to care about it at the moment.
At this moment, Han Yu's attention was already focused on another person besides him on this floor.
This man was wearing a gray Taoist robe and looked about forty, but he was thin and small, with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, a sharp mouth and narrow cheeks. He had no fairy-like temperament at all. On the contrary, he made people feel a bit wretched and evil.
"Master Han, you are finally here." The gray-robed Taoist priest's voice matched his appearance very well, with a voice and intonation that sounded very sinister.
"I...where am I? Who are you?" Han Yu asked.
"Hmph." The gray-robed Taoist snorted coldly, "Master Han has exhausted all his abilities in this life, but when he is desperate, he prays to gods and worships ghosts... just worship him. Why are you afraid of ghosts and gods when they really come to you?
I'm confused...you still want to ask these unnecessary things?"
When Han Yu heard this, a ferocious energy that emerged from the depths of fear suddenly rose up, and his expression also changed: "Okay, let me ask you...how does this great immortal want to help me?"
"Help you? Haha..." The gray-robed Taoist priest smiled, "Who said I want to help you?"
"What?" Han Yu said, "Didn't you just admit that you are the ghost and god I 'invited'?"
"Yes." The gray-robed Taoist asked, "But when I come, do I have to help you? I can't just... want to play with you first, and then swallow the karma and karma you carry, and have a full meal
Do you want to pause?"
"You..." Han Yu felt that his blood ran cold when he heard this.
Of course, this is reality.
Where can there be so many "equivalent exchanges" in this world? When pure malice strikes, you are a piece of cake, and the evil-doing party will still negotiate terms with you?
Not to mention, Mr. Han brought these "things" here himself.
"Then...then Han doesn't need your help anymore, please let me go back, I...ah!" When Han Yu said this, he wanted to run down the stairs again.
But as soon as he took a step, he felt that his foot was empty and the world was spinning.
When he came to his senses again, he found that he had been hung upside down and the entire building was upside down.
The gray-robed Taoist priest also gradually changed at this time. In Han Yu's frightened eyes, he turned into a huge gray mouse and clung to the "ceiling".
"You've come all the way here, why do you want to leave?" Although the Xuanzhu Rat turned into a demon, he could still speak human words, "Even if you can leave, I won't give up the delicious meal on your lips.