Let's face the fear together! Sao Nian Chapter 93 Puppet Play (1)
This kind of accident could have been avoided, but it was because of the inexplicable words of the two boys that the ghost ran away. After all the preparations, all the efforts were in vain. If it were another destiny person, he would have the desire to kill.
Zhang Luo doesn't have the ability to decide other people's life or death, but that doesn't mean he's easy to bully.
"...No matter what, you have to give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, you monks should prepare coffins for yourselves. Anyway, in this era, we don't care if one more person dies at the hands of ghosts." Zhang Luo said rudely.
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"This..." Huitong and his disciples looked at the abbot with some fear. Of course this kind of thing is not possible. Who wants to die early?
"Zhiyi, this matter is our fault, and we are willing to bear your losses. From what you said, there should be ways to remedy the situation. We can consider any requests you have," the old abbot said.
"This is not a difficult task for you," Zhang Luo said with a sullen face, "I need you to give me a report after discovering abnormal events, and at the same time, I need you to add five million dragon coins to the previous reward."
Suddenly the old abbot was sweating. If it weren't for his body being strong and his heart being strong enough, he might have fainted. But facing such a lion, he no longer lost his celestial spirit: "Zhiyi, the first request is
It's nothing, just some news. But I'm afraid five million dragon coins won't work. Our Mingde Temple doesn't have that much liquidity..."
"Abbott, this is not a market where you can bargain. My plan is very dangerous and may cost my life. I don't think five million is much." Zhang Luo actually doesn't know the market situation in this world, but five million is not much.
One million is indeed a reasonable number for him.
He was not lying, the next action was very dangerous.
With the mentality that he could never waste such a powerful skill paper and had no choice but to take a gamble, he decided to do such a thing.
"But..." The abbot was also in a dilemma.
"Abbott, this matter is not just the responsibility of the temple. It is your money to buy your life. But I advise you to hurry up. I can only give you less than ten minutes. You need to distinguish between the two.
If I can't fulfill my obligations, then I'm sorry and I have no choice but to leave. After all, if you want to make people sacrifice their lives, you must be sincere enough. Do you think of me as a superhero who doesn't ask for anything in return like those idiots in the movie?"
Zhang Luo's request for five million dragon coins was naturally not caused by greed. He also had some plans for the money and was even short of money, so he didn't even think about bargaining.
You would be a fool to really think of him as a junior high school student.
From his point of view, the temple has been operating for so many years, and a whole set of industrial chains have been arranged around it. It is simply a group company covered with a layer of Buddha skin. If it is listed, the market value of the entire group is estimated to be more than several hundred million, and the land alone is worth a lot of money.
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So five million can still be raised together, but there will be a period of financial constraints, and the impact will not be big.
In fact, several old monks secretly complained that the temple assets were almost all real estate, and it was heartbreaking to lose personal assets. But money should be spent wisely.
In the end, they agreed, including the requirement to pay a deposit of one million yuan in advance. As for how to distribute it, Zhang Luo had no control over it, and he was not afraid that these monks would turn their backs on each other.
Zhang Luo tore off another piece of skill paper and sat down at the table again. There was a puppet lying motionless on it, with some stains on his clothes.
There was a hole poked in it, which was from the candlestick.
Now he took a long breath and said to the monks with a serious face: "This time I am going to enter this ghost's dream to deal with her. You'd better not make any mistakes this time, otherwise no matter what I do, you won't be able to save her."
Ignoring Huitong's painful sigh, Zhang Luo covered the puppet with the skill paper, and then pointed on the puppet with his index and middle fingers.
Nightmare: This is a split soul from a calamity. It seems to have noticed you. It can be used once, evil spirit level.
Skill introduction: Nightmare Calamity can sneak into people's dreams quietly and harvest fear, so you can too. You can also use it to pry into the secrets of other people's hearts, or ghosts. But be careful of Nightmare Calamity, it is the king of dreams.
Although it is still very weak now. You can sneak into the spiritual world of living or dead people at will, up to the evil spirit level.
The last sentence is not actually a restriction, but a warning. This is why Zhang Luo feels that it is extremely dangerous. The puppet is just a part of a fierce ghost, but entering not only gives up the advantages of the home field and other items, but also enters
The opponent's home court, if they can't return as soon as possible, I don't know what will happen.
He didn't know that channeling would be more appropriate for this kind of behavior.
In an instant, Zhang Luo fell on the table, and all the skill papers disappeared.
The first time I used this strange skill paper, my ears were noisy, as if there were gongs and drums beating, and the accent was mellow.
Zhang Luo woke up from his drowsiness and suddenly became excited.
I suddenly woke up.
He found himself standing on the street, surrounded by crowds, and the sound of gongs, drums and beatings had disappeared. But what was strange was that these people were all dressed in ancient costumes, and there were various sedans around, but he didn't know exactly what they were.
Which dynasty.
"Where is this place?" Zhang Luo looked around, full of doubts. He knew nothing about the history of Biwan.
Could it be that he has traveled through time again? No, these people should be transformed into the spiritual world of ghosts. Not knowing how weird this world is, Zhang Luo touched his eyes.
There are no supernatural items such as ancient books and candlesticks, and currently there is only a powerful buff called Yin Eyes, so it must not be left for a long time.
So, where could that ghost be?
Zhang Luo stood here, out of tune with this world. Everyone seemed not to see him, but would subconsciously avoid him.
He looked at the world, and there seemed to be nothing strange around him, just ordinary ancient pedestrian streets.
It seems like a temple fair-like celebration is going on here.
I thought it would be a life-and-death struggle when I entered, but I didn't expect it to be such a confusing place.
Near the temple, there are many vendors selling food.
"Tanghulu, candied haws..."
"Candy seller, a good-looking and delicious candy man..."
"... Dear fellow villagers, don't miss it when you are passing by..."
Zhang Luo watched the performers performing martial arts and acrobatics in front of people watching, and the crowds were cheering. There were children with bare buttocks held tightly by their mothers for fear of getting lost. There was also a beggar wrapped in ragged linen in the far corner.
Begging.
Amidst the noise of gongs and drums, Zhang Luo was not intimidated by the unfamiliar sight.
He was just a little at a loss, but quickly calmed down. If he guessed correctly, the Nightmare skill sheet would tear the best things out of people. But for ghosts,
, is the most desperate memory, not everyone can become a ghost.
Judging from this scene, he guessed that this ghost might be related to the puppet troupe.
This is not unfounded. Although he doesn't know much about the history of Bi'an, as far as he knows, there is a high cultural similarity with the country in his own world. At the same time, the puppet cannot appear for no reason.
As a college student majoring in folklore, although I don’t have a deep understanding of this aspect, I definitely don’t know anything about it.
Next, we can only act according to circumstances.
After all, it is the nightmare of ghosts, which is the reason why ghosts are formed. It is not surprising that all unpredictable things happen.
The sky quickly turned dark, and Zhang Luo also found the suspected target. It was really strange how dark it was. Except for the platform, everything else seemed to be plunged into absolute darkness.
Not far away, on a small platform, a group of people seemed to be waiting for something.
Zhang Luo stopped not far away and glanced at the rapidly darkening sky, as if he had turned off the lights.
Then the gongs and drums sounded, and characters appeared one by one, but the sounds seemed to fade away.
But he didn't find the puppet, and he didn't really want to know what was being sung on it. It was almost similar to the Huangmei Opera in his world, except that it was performed with puppets. He fell into deep thought, what on earth was this ghost doing?
"Did she see something and stall for time with me? This is unscientific."
He had no choice but to get closer and observe the puppet troupe carefully. No one paid any attention to it anyway, so he felt as if he was in a deserted place.
I don’t know how this time is controlled, the scene is getting faster and faster, just like a 3D pantomime.
Zhang Luo was also able to understand this group of people through their actions.
The troupe is small, with less than ten people, two of whom are handymen, a class leader who has a pretty daughter in her early teens, two masters, and three teenage apprentices.
Just like what is popular in those third-rate TV dramas, the troupe leader has no son and plans to choose one of the three apprentices to marry his daughter in order to inherit his troupe and unique skills.
The competition among the brothers is very fierce, and the class teacher and teachers are also very fierce.
But as the troupe traveled around, the little girl gradually came up with her own ideas.
The scene changed quickly, and he stopped, but his eyes followed the pace of these people.
At the same time, in the background of these people, Zhang Luo also saw refugees and modern musketeers passing by.
Zhang Luo thought of the history of his world and had some speculations. The world is undergoing great changes. Careers have stepped onto the stage one after another. Nationalism has awakened. The confrontation of ideas has turned into a war. The life and death of the little people have become irrelevant.
It's serious.
Naturally, this small troupe did not escape the turmoil of the world. During the rebellion, the troupe's daughter was raped by soldiers before getting married and drowned in a river. One of the apprentices died during the resistance, and the others were also separated.
Zhang Luo was just indifferent to this. He was not from that era, and this world was not the world he was familiar with. Apart from some regrets, he felt nothing.
The victims of these times will die, just like the students who died in Liugu Academy. Even if he died, his death would not cause much ripples in the world.